Bothwere then cuffed with spreader bars like his attached. They werequickly fastened to the ceiling. They both stood now just helpless ashe was. It...was clear from their expressions that neither Stan nor Bobhad any more of an idea about what was going to happen that he did.Bob though, naked as he was, could not hide his obvious excitement ashis cock grew to a substantial size. From the bulge in Stan's pants hetoo was getting in the mood.The women put a strapless bra on Bob and stuffed it. The shooter and loader cocked the bow, and the loader placed a dart into position. The aimer signaled that she was ready, so the shooter pulled the lanyard.The dart flew true to its mark and slammed into the side of the triceratops just behind its foreleg. The dart hit with such force that it knocked the animal down and traveled far enough through the triceratops that the head just failed to penetrate the skin on the far side. I wish I could say that death was instantaneous, but the beast. I followed the path Mistress Smith had lead me down two days before, 89’s new home, its new life. Today it would get what it wanted, six low level Gomorrah patrons had already paid in advance to be the first to try the new piggy.Its ass now stretched and self lubricating and its lips fat and wet with drool as it moaned and groaned its pleas for cock, for cum, for pleasure none of us were allowed to give it. I am sorry for 89 and what it is now. Number 89. Its name forbidden not a person but a. I prepared the dinner and set it out for him. Without eating I headedupstairs to lay down. As soon as I got up there my phone vibrated. It wasa text from James.Hey there Alex, it read. I wasn't sure why he was texting me, but I wasfine with it. I didn't text too often so it was a treat having a goodconversation. I replied with a "Hello!" and sat my phone on the bed.These jeans are so uncomfortable, I thought. I can put on my sweatpants.Dad never comes upstairs.So I slipped on my bright pink.