“Then you will go to prison, if they, “ he pointed to the parking lot, “Don’t shoot you first. Then your daughters will belong to me anyway.�...“You can’t do this, it’s, it’s...” I protested desperately.“I can, and I will. You don’t want them anyway, they are both sluts and whores.” He then turned on two laptops that were on his desk. One showed a webcam stream of Becky on all fours. She was naked with four big dogs. One of them was on top of her, fucking her hard. Becky was smiling. The other. By now our morning routine was established, she woke me up and, while I drank my tea, went and filled the tub for me to take a bath. It was a normal work day and, while I had a quick soak, she would lay out my clothes for me to put on. She then drove me to my work as I had to be there to unlock the doors, for 6 in the morning, to begin our day. One of the disadvantages of being a section leader, as they called it, was like being a supervisor. There were two of us and we had to take turns to. My arms and shoulders aren't anything like they used to be either, now they're almost skinny. But it's my hips that I can see the changes in most easily, they're huge compared to how they used to look. And my crotch... oh yeah... at least what's left of it. No more balls of course, and just the tiny little 1.5" that's left of my dick sticking almost straight out, like a small growth or something. And then we have my chest... it's obvious now, in spite of my having tried to dent it over the past. ”Mr Mayfield just smiled benevolently, “It will be absolutely no trouble, and it will be so nice to have the company of such a delightful and intelligent young lady. Besides, Thomas has already accepted our offer of hospitality — the silly man came on his motorcycle this morning — so after a nice meal we can all spend a cosy evening in front of a roaring log fire.”The short journey to the vicarage was not quite as uneventful as Mr Mayfield had said it would be. They almost skidded off the road.