Jen thought about the agony of the rape; so what if the hunter raped her - so what if the whole party gang-raped her. At least she would live! The t...ought brought a small, defiant smile to Jen's lips; her back straightened and her stride became more confident. The remaining distance to the tents closed rapidly. As they came up to the tents the mouth-watering smell of grilling steak filled her nostrils, and Jen realized how hungry she felt. She caught a glimpse of sizzling burgers and steaks. I felt a pair of pigtails weighing on the sides of my small head."Whee!" I found myself yelling. "Let's play house, Melissa! You be the mommy, 'cuz you're so good at it!"She had changed me into a terrible caricature of a little girl. I suppose all the little girls are other innocent people sucked into her world. This is where she puts us when she's done. We wear our hair in little pigtails. We dance and prance about the meadows and hills in our cute pink dresses, playing house. Melissa is. She stroked it gently, feeling it rapidly expand within her grip and said, “This is a good man, good cock... yah, very good and very big cock. Natasha she like this... mmm, yah very much she like.” She smiled at Eric and then suddenly bobbed to take his fat erection into her mouth. Eric gasped and slightly bucked his hips as Natasha’s lips swept over his cock head and sucked down the entire length, her lips kissing his pubis in a magical, swift deep-throating. Her tongue licked around his. She was barely aware of what was happening as he lifted her bodily from the bench, leaning her against the fence that overlooked the parking lot below, and lifted one leg above her head (thank god she had stretched in class...). His cock slammed into her pussy, her body stretched and exposed under his touch. She bit her lip to quiet herself as a cry nearly escaped her lips, betraying their embrace to the throngs of people below. She felt his balls slap against her cunt as each thrust shook her.