Copyright by NotMy Story. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited withoutthe express, written permission of the author, except that it...may be postedas part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. Disclaimer: Allcharacters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead,is purely coincidental. Prologue I had known her since fourth grade, her family had moved into to our neighborhoodthat summer and she and her two twin brothers had. I lost count of the number of times my both holes had been ravaged so brutally.Later in my ordeal, some men began to use my mouth also. As darkness fell, the line of men decreased, until the last man complained my both holes were too loose…I thought that Vic was done with me; but he attached the leash to the collar in my neck and he led me to another tent. There inside, Vic told something to the tattoo artist and he pushed me down to a bed. I jumped at the first touch of the tattoo needle, but. He couldn't move his lithe young body atall, but he could feel, hear and see everything going on. The heelswere starting to hurt his feet, and having breasts on his chest wasjust too weird. And he couldn't believe the betrayal by that pervertedbastard out there, who even now was typing away, no doubt to fulfilsome other weird desire in his twisted mind.Suddenly he heard an, "Oh crap!" from Aaron, as the now-familiarshimmering bubble entered James's cupboard. As James felt himselfgrowing taller,. Quite soon she realized she was looking at Judy’s SUV, sitting next to the picnic shelter.Her next thought was that the car had broken down. She didn’t see either Judy or Brad anywhere. They must have walked back when the car died. Then she realized that this shelter was a good fifty yards off the road. If they had broken down, why wasn’t the car on the road? More than that, the car had been backed into where it was parked.Her woodsman’s skills forgotten, she walked up to the back of the SUV.
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