“please… please… don’t hurt my children… please…”She whispered in desperation, in panic, in fear. There was no time to think, to plan, t... analyse the situation. There was someone in her bedroom, on her bed, someone strange, violent and dangerous, someone ready to hurt her and her family. “please… i… please… take whatever you want… just don’t hurt me… please…”She pleaded in her broken whisper, trying to reason with him, trying to bargain with him. He could have it all. Her possessions, her. While Cassandra fought back against her captor, the woman places a cloth over her nose and mouth, a cloth dampened with c*********, which slowed her motions to a stop. Cassandra closed her eyes and her body stopped moving completely, making it easy for the woman to hold onto her.Her previous attacker rushes up out of breath and as he stops, he rubs his eyes, trying to remove the irritant from it.The fat woman makes a “tsk” sound and shakes her head.“I forgot the c*********, okay… I’m. ‘Have I ever told you how much I want a family?’ he said as his mouth attached to hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth and she moaned. She barely felt her orgasm approaching and it was suddenly upon her, crashing over her as she writhed beneath him, biting on his shoulder to stifle her cry. As she clenched around him he went over the top and collapsed on her. ‘Just for good measure,’ he whispered in her ear as he pulled her gently to his side. She sleepily licked the salty sweat from his. All four women jumped, being startled by Its appearance.“There are five more plus the leader for a total of thirteen, Kellen,” It told me.“They will be holding their gathering and attempt to recall the old gods of the Picts on the sixth night after the beginning of the month of the Holly Moon, which is the eighth month of the Celtic year and is called Tinne. It is also the first moon of the dark half of the year, and Holly is associated with protective Magic.“By your calendar this gathering.