And excuse me for any term or word I use without actually being true because of the script.”The robot ‘coughed’ to its embarrassment and screame... as loudly as it could. “Anyways, welcome to Trial Island, also known as Lust Island or even Futa Island by some degenerates. Here all of you are futanari or hermaphrodites, who cares about the correct term? What matters all of you have a penis and a vagina down there and will be forced to play a ‘Killing Game’ for my amusement or… maybe not, I wasn’t. Tom stripped down throwing his clothes in a chair in the bedroom then put everything on. He poured himself another drink and sat down in the den and began watching TV. While Tom was luxuriating in his feminine outfit, daydreaming about having been forced to shed his masculine clothing he dozed off to sleep. Tom was awakened by someone shaking him. ?What the hell is going on here?? Linda’s voice demanded as the cobwebs of sleep were clearing. ?Err uh? Tom stammered, trying to. Vi wheedled but I wouldn't be moved and they delivered me back to Newsham by three in the afternoon. All three girls were out when I got home and I secreted the carving in my room.I had already made it clear that I wanted Kelly with me that night. She was now seven months pregnant but, apart from more frequent visits to the toilet (on a few occasions she had squatted behind a bush in the village), she was still the same live wire that I remembered from a year ago.At tea time that night Karen. I breathed heavily as he waited a second and then began thrusting more and the pain was melted away by the rythum of his hips. I bounced back and forth, my breasts moving vigourosly and I felt nothing but desire and my hands raced to my tits, squeezing them and I saw him grin as he continued, moaning in pleasure and I tossed my head back. His cock moved back and forth, never leaving my pussy and it felt so fucking good. Suddenly he grasped my back, lifting me up and I blinked as he picked me.