She reaches to the chair and grabs a mug in her left hand. A warm green light, barely noticeable, shines as it passes from the clay then imbibes itself in the liquid inside. Steam starts to rise and drift above the rim.� Delicate fingers black pinch a bit of willow bark between them and sprinkle it into the now boiling water. "Drink this, it'll help keep the mind ache down." He sips the hot tea, it's medicinal but palpable. While he drinks she continues her tale. "The whirly wind of light slowed, and I see you. I feel this... fear, I feel it� coming off... you. But the fear, it not� for yourself, it for the others.� I felt same once, a long time ago."� She pauses at the memory, her eyes glisten with the hint of tears but the water never falls. It's adorable been a long time since she had the comfort to conjure those memories. Her chest rises as she steels her resolve.� "I reached to you, to push you� the way, to shield you,� but when I touch you, you swallow in with me..." His back tightens, his eyes clench, his lungs suck the air Hardcore in with a deep hard gasp. The pain explodes through a little girl’s mind, as the lash rips through her flesh.� The girl is frail, thin and torn. Her ankles and wrists bleed from the thorns of the vines that bind her obscenely� to a cold metal table. � The man with the whip is slovenly, sadistic and cruel. Spittle falls from his mouth as he thrashes at the tied up waif, whose legs he’s between.� A carnal fury ebbs from his eyes as he plows himself, half limp and pathetically, into her ass. Her screams stopped a while ago. He amateur gets no blowjob satisfaction from this. He needs their tears, their acknowledgement and their pain for his pleasure. He tires of his sport and gives her one last lash with the thorny switch, spits on her back, and turns away. Blood flows off her ribs to pool at the floor below her. It mixes with the excrement and fluids of his past playthings. Footsteps plod, heavily, up stone stairs. An iron girlfriend door slams shut with anger and frustration. The room goes quiet, it's cold and dampness, looming. Time passes with no tempo. 'New meat,' a different voice shouts. 'Ooh these three are fresh,' the pig man seethes. 'And they have no ways.' the other happily intones. I looked up at her as my sexual euphoria eased and saw the triumphantly torturing look on her face. your beginning telekinesis has started. The heat of her black milk warmed my belly and flowed to my cunt. I switched over to the Physical Menu. Thoroughly lathering his prick with the grease, he presented it Hardcore to her asshole, and began to push inside. I giggled. “Mmm, I can amateur feel it working already,” groaned Vladislav, his dick thrusting hard before him. I was his head blowjob slave, and that was so hot. She tensed up inside. toast or eggs. With almost adorable nothing protecting me, I’m throwing myself into some serious girlfriend danger here.