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The Depths of Depravity

Part Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Kate grinned. Everything was going to plan, exactly the way she wanted it to go. Once again, she had changed her hair and her style, shaving her hair on one side and changing the part so that it flowed over her head in a sharp, modern style. The purple and blue streaks, however, were just something for her to play with while she did more work out of the public eye, for there was no real reason for her to be discreet and modest, to blend in with a crowd.

Only when she went back out again to capture more victims would she change her style to something quieter, something that she wouldn't have to worry about standing out while donning what was pretty much a costume for her by that point. That was something to concern herself with later, though Kate, to be fair, was never worried. There just didn't seem to be anything that worried her, but who at all would be worried when they were in as control as she was?

No… Kate was the master and mistress of her destiny and there was never anything for her to worry about.

She'd already had so much fun with her newest victims, the family that she had transformed into the glass lizards, the coyotes and, of course, she could not possibly forget about the cockroach. Oh, they were divine, all of them, but it had been some of her finest work. It had been a long time since she had brought insects into it, but transforming that father, some time ago, into a catfish had been what had given her the idea to expand her range of species.

All the while, their minds were left intact, human inside and tortured by lust, by new animal instincts, everything that came up against and clashed with their wants, their needs, the life plans that she had stripped away from each and every one of them. Those that had been studying no longer needed to worry about those career goals, no more concerns about having a family, about making enough money to feed everyone and to keep a roof over their heads.

In taking away human concerns, really, it had to be said that Kate had done them a favour. At least, that was how she saw it and there was no one there that would ever speak up against her, no, not in any way.

She was in control and their humiliation was just a toy for her to play with, day in and day out, never setting them free, putting them on display.

And the time had finally come for the female glass lizard – oh, she had forgotten her name already, it didn't matter to her – to lay her first clutch of eggs. She had been fat and slithering for quite some time, heavy with the weight of them, though that had perhaps been partly the cause of the serum that she had injected her with too. It would make every clutch of eggs that she laid bigger than what a glass lizard would have naturally laid, heavier and harder for her to lay and hold in the interim.

Her pain, however, was none of Kate's concern. She only knew that the people that she had transformed and brutally trapped in feral animal bodies would never escape, would never find a way to become more than what she had forced them to be.

Of course, when the glass lizard laid her eggs, she would have to make sure that she did not miss a single moment of it. She had very special plans for her and that moment, but there were some others that she had to catch up with first too.

Kate's other victims, after all, still had their own tales to tell…

*

Ricky and Paul had not had much of a say in being moved to a more public area of the sanctuary. That had happened after Kate had bought them or something from the other place, the animal sanctuary a true one containing actual, real animals, not transformed human beings like they were. Thankfully for the foxes, they had not had to interact or be around all that many of them, considering that Ricky had been transformed into a female fox, way back then.

It had come to a head with her that, well…Ricky accepted, in the end, that she was female. It was just one of the many things that the fox could not control, even though she knew and remembered that she had been a man before – a male human. That had been another life and another time, a time that seemed oh so very far away now, a time that stretched out and out and out, far beyond her toes.

Not fingertips. Toes. Toes were better. Toes were what the vixen had to use. Toes were all she had.

Ricky swallowed hard, sitting in a dry corner of the new, larger enclosure. There was no point in thinking about the fingers that she had had, not when she would never again have them. It wasn't something that she all that much liked, but, well…what other kind of fate could she have? She was stuck there, trapped there, all with her brother Paul.

At least Paul had not had to change his sex, which Ricky was more than a little bit jealous of. She just had never thought that she would ever have to contend with becoming female, not like that, but it was not something that anyone, really, would ever have to think about. It wasn't transitioning from one sex and gender to another, but simply being forced into it. She wasn't female and yet she was, just a vixen in a sanctuary where her every move was watched, everything on show.

She'd worked out the live cameras that connected to something that Kate used, a livestream, some time ago. There were spaces in the large, roomy enclosure where they could get away from the public eye – but that was the thing, wasn't it? They were never out of the public eye, for the cameras on the walls, wires tucked away from nibbling teeth and prying claws, watched and recorded their every move. Even in the sleeping chamber, the thick, deep nest that she could curl into. She was sure there was even a camera or something under the floor in there, something that could see through the bedding, where her heat signature lay, ensuring that there was never again a true moment of privacy for her.

The enclosure, however… She'd gotten used to it. That was helpful, in a way, letting her know her surroundings. It was wooded like the natural environment of the red fox, though had an elevated viewing area for visitors of the sanctuary to look down on the exhibits. They couldn't hide behind the trees to escape, for there was a glass viewing area too on the same level as the ground, allowing people to walk up, to sit and to, really, stay for as long as they liked. Sometimes, people came by to sketch them and one young woman even showed Ricky what she was working on from time to time.

The likeness of the fox on the paper of the woman's sketchbook didn't look anything like what Ricky thought she was. She thought she was a man, could still feel those old fingers and toes and the space that she used to take up, but the picture that the woman drew of her, in coloured pencils, was that of a red fox. Truly, it was impressive that the woman was even able to capture such a likeness of her in such a basic medium, but Ricky didn't have all that much of a concept of quality materials and the like. Truthfully, she had never been much of one for the arts, not ever.

One time, she had looked, very closely, at the picture that the woman had drawn of her and coloured, the illustration depicting layered, thick fur, russet strands of fur glistening as if with the vitality of life. In the picture, Ricky had been drawn poised to drink, her nose dipped down towards the water, her nose black and the black of her lips fading to white on the lower part of her muzzle. She even had a few little whiskers, things that she had thought only cats had, around her face, drawn with tiny droplets and beads of water clinging to them.

The picture was beautiful, muscle visible even in the artwork, the strength of her body and the smoothness of her flank. Ricky had no idea how she had managed to capture such a thing, even the poise of her brush in how it draped down, though did not hang low enough to sweep the ground. The tip of her tail was a traditional white, though the white also extended under her body, setting her apart from her brother, Paul, who didn't have quite as much white on her. As they had changed and shed one summer coat for a winter one (and again), he had turned a darker, more brilliant shade of russet.

There were black spots on her muzzle, hardly noticeable but the woman had managed to pick them up in the artwork, where her whiskers sunk softly into her skin, giving the nerve endings there the connections that they needed. Even the tiny detail in the round of her shoulders, in a different place, of course, than they would have been on a human, was noted, how they pushed back and up when she tipped forward, the scapula stabilising her.

It was her… And yet it was not her either. She grunted, shaking her head and backing away from the glass, even her eyes sliding away from her reflection in the glass pane of the viewing area.

“Don't you like it?" The woman said, her voice faint and muted, though only just barely discernible through the viewing glass, at least to Ricky. “It's you!"

But it wasn't her. It could never be her, even if she was a vixen there, even if everyone saw her as a vixen.

Ricky shook herself, turning away. She would not go near the woman again if she was going to draw her like that, if she was going to render depictions of someone that Ricky was not, something that she could never be, even if she was. Oh, it was all so confusing… But no more did Ricky have to concern herself with human beings. If Kate kept her distance, that was…

They didn't know her. They didn't know who she truly was. They didn't have to.

She had to. Even if she was a fox. But not a fox.

It was confusing… Clearly not something that her captor and abuser had ever intended to be simple, no.

Ricky snorted and rubbed at her muzzle with her forepaw, brushing away the soreness there that had come from the last time her brother had fucked and mounted her. He had been a bit too rough that time and shoved her face down into the dirt, bumping and bruising her snout.

That was another thing too… She didn't resist Paul anymore, because, well…it had never gotten her anywhere. All she wanted to do was to make her time there as simple and as easy as possible, for it was surely where Ricky was going to reside until her dying day. There was little else for her, though there were a lot of people around, coming by their sanctuary enclosure, watching them, always there.

Even when Paul mated her.

The red fox moved through the brush and ferns, snuffling softly, though even Paul knew what he was looking for, despite everything. The tod fox shook his head, grunting and tucking his tail down, but he could not resist the call of instinct, how his senses thrummed at the aroma of a vixen in heat flooding his nostrils. There was so much of her sunk into the enclosure, from the undergrowth that they wormed their way through to the flatter area before the river, artificial, of course, that wound its way through their enclosure. It was all designed to be natural and easy on the eye, but the thing was that they weren't meant to be there, no, not at all.

If he had seen the enclosure, as a visitor, Paul would have thought that Kate took very good care of her animals and, most likely, donated money to the sanctuary. But that was not the case for him, snuffling softly, knowing what he was about to do and yet not making a single move to resist the insatiable urge to breed, even as it flowed through him. His sheath plumped out with his cock, his body knowing what it wanted and what it needed, even then.

He could have tried to resist…but what was the point when Paul knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop anything? He found his brother there, her heat swimming through his senses, the richly intoxicating aroma of her drawn into his nostrils repeatedly. He wanted her, even if he would have left her alone if his rational mind had been in control.

Paul growled, spotting her down near one of the viewing areas, though she stiffened and scurried away into the undergrowth when he got close. Ah, so she knew what he was looking for, probably picking it up in his scent too. There was a lot that came from scent, but Ricky wasn't running away by any means, just putting a little more distance between her and the most obvious viewing area. They couldn't get away from the cameras, of course, but that was just something that they had to deal with.

Like so much else, he couldn't stop Kate from recording everything, though he didn't want to know what she did with the footage or the livestreams that she had told them about before, just to humiliate them. If he knew his abuser well, he would have said that Kate was just holding things in wait for them to be humiliated at another time, probably with a non-stop loop of their mating sessions played over and over again in a back room while they were chained to one another.

He shuddered. He didn't like how that made him hard and a bit horny too. It was the only thing that he had going for him in life, that sexual pleasure, though he supposed there was some pleasure to be derived from eating food too. With instincts ramped up and running wild, even while Ricky was pregnant, he fucked and bred her repeatedly, his cock and stamina up far higher than a natural fox's ever would be.

Even though he and Ricky could talk to one another in their language, once they had gotten used to it, he would never have told Ricky that he got pleasure from fucking her. They'd probably understand why he got turned on by it, but he didn't want to try to have to explain it in a language that didn't have ways (that he knew of) to express that.

He understood it in his own mind, however, and that would have to be enough for him.

Ricky slunk down with a low sigh as he approached her, though she flicked her tail back loosely, all so her pussy was exposed, her folds wet and a little swollen even then.

His cock throbbed and pulsed and he had to have her, licking his lips, though, sometimes, he did eat her out too. That was usually when Kate was there to force them, to make sure that they were doing what she wanted them to, or making yet another video. Neither Paul nor Rocky needed or wanted to know what she did with those videos, whether they were sold or distributed more widely or not.

Ricky quivered under him, though Paul didn't feel sorry for her, not anymore, not for her having to take his cock.

Don't run, he said in their fox language, growling and grunting as he pushed over Ricky's back. You're mine now.

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Ricky, of course, did not resist. She had given birth to a litter of fox cubs some time ago, though they had been taken from her and given to a vixen, apparently, who had not managed to birth a live litter. Although Ricky didn't feel anything anymore, nothing that the vixen did not lock down and hide from anyway, about having her cubs taken away, there was still a sense of emptiness there, a sense that she should have been doing something. Her body was still fat and a little heavier with milk, expecting to need to nurse, but that only meant that she often dripped milk.

If she needed to have her milk expressed from her body, well… Ricky just hoped that that did not happen. For Kate's methods of “helping" her were not pleasant either.

Removing the litter of cubs from her side and her teats, however, had the added effect of making her ready to be impregnated again very quickly. Her body and instinct thought that she had lost the litter, so her body was ready to be bred again, though… Sheesh, what did it really matter? It was just a fact of her body, her biology, all that had been forced upon her.

The vixen yowled as he slammed into her, his tapered cock tip pressing in deeply, stretching her open for him. Her pussy did not offer any resistance to him anymore but had become perfectly suited to his cock, the perfect tension, the perfect friction. It was all that he needed, letting his insatiable urge to breed run away from him, tucking his hips down and around her hindquarters for the deepest penetration possible.

Every thrust brought a sweeping wave of pleasure. She whimpered and ducked her head down, but there was nowhere to go, not even as people crowded to the viewing area, for it didn't seem that they had any qualms about watching the foxes mate. If she had been cannier, she would have gotten away from the viewing area even further, but Paul must have caught up with her just when she got into a clearer spot.

Oh… Her head was fuzzy, unable to get her thoughts in order. But it was hard to think of everything as he crammed his cock in deep, thrusting and grinding, filling her perfectly in the worst of ways. She yelped and shrank down, her backside raised obediently for him as his knot started to swell, pushing inside to lock them together.

Dimly, it crossed Ricky's mind to squirm away, that time. It was not something that came to the forefront of her mind all that much anymore, not when Paul was pressing down over her. She could have done something, but, really…hm…it would just get worse for her if she fought away. And she didn't want to make things worse, not for her and not for Paul.

It wasn't worth it.

People took photos as if it was natural for them, but she put on a show, doing what she thought was necessary to be submissive, to make things easy for them. If she was submissive, they got extra food and that had been exactly what had afforded them the larger enclosure. If she was not submissive, well…she would be chained down in the back and forced to take Paul repeatedly anyway.

It wasn't worth it, no. Not at all.

Better to give in.

He slammed into her, forcing her over the edge as her gaze flicked up to a camera mounted nearby on a tree, supposedly to track their movements within the enclosure. But there were always cameras and that should never have been a surprise to her, only yet another reminder of her debasement, her humiliation, how everything that happened to her was recorded for later use, spread widely so that everyone would know what kind of fox she was.

As Paul's knot inflated within her, she yowled, forced into orgasm at the same time, his shaft twitching and pulsing, feeding her cunt with every drop of cum that her body could ever have ached for. Orgasm swept through the vixen's body, but she didn't accept it, the illicit pleasure, the taboo press and push of it, even if it was there. Even if it made her body feel good, hot and wet, slick around his cock. She'd gotten used to taking his cock, but that didn't make it easy for her, especially when his knot was fat and swollen, pressing up against her inner walls.

He tugged back against her, licking his lips, though she allowed it. Poor Paul. Poor her. She hoped that their father was well.

Paul grunted, spending his seed deep inside her. Ricky must have climaxed too, he thought, for she was even wetter around him than usual, though he hoped that he had made the moment as easy for her as possible. They'd done it in front of the camera, which was something that Kate liked, and he wanted to make sure that Ricky was well-fed and well-looked after. Sometimes, it felt like the only thing that he could do for her.

And, with everyone watching, he knew that they would be looked after. They most likely could not get a larger enclosure than what they had already been given, but sometimes there was a TV that wasn't playing sexual escapades in the back enclosure, the one that they were put in at night. He would have to fuck Ricky, over and over again, until then, but it was something at least. They could keep going, keep searching for fun, the little things that would make their days better, trying to do anything and everything to be themselves again, bit by bit, day by day.

Maybe they would get there, maybe they wouldn't. All he could do was try, tangling with the wicked pleasure biting at the back of his mind, the pleasure that told him to fuck her again and again, things that snapped and snarled, demanding more, always more.

Of course, Ricky knew too that things were not all that light, no, not in the end. They were difficult, more so than anyone could have anticipated, but she tried as hard as her brother did. Relief would not come at night, even if they might have little things that made their lives better, but the catfish that was their father, well… Kate had already teased her about using the fish as a living dildo on her all night long. She could already imagine just how the electric shocks would course into her, bringing pleasure and tightness, not quite pain but not good either.

No… No, she wouldn't think about that. Though, in her tank, Dan was swimming back and forth, trying to avoid watching the live feed that was streamed to her from the fox enclosure, knowing that those were her sons in there, even if one of them had been transformed into a female, just like her. Sexes changed and they worked along with it, though she wished with all her might that she could do something for them, help them in some way, despite everything. As a fish, however, she could not even communicate with them, forced to bubble and swim back and forth, hoping that she wouldn't have to be a part of Kate's twisted plays.

Yet her eyes kept returning, again and again, to the live feed, the dancing figures there, how they were her only source of entertainment, even though she didn't want to think about that, how she stared at them so often. The camera feed switched to the one following the foxes at any given time, though she thought too that Kate replayed old videos too, just to taunt her.

In their imprisonment, between foxes and catfish, they were doomed to be her playthings forevermore.

*

Dale had never fully given up on escape, no, not after Kate had darted her, transforming her from a man into a female mountain lion, bristling with muscle and vitality for life. Yet it was the fact that her son had also been transformed and blinded with lust, over time, that had broken her down more and more, that her dear, sweet Ben, no longer a young man, had become a mountain lion: a prime stud of a male.

She'd had a few litters, each one breaking her a little more in their enclosure out of the public eye, but, well…what could she do? She'd been through hardships before and she knew that she had to keep going, step by step, forcing herself back against Kate every time the brutal woman came up with some new kind of torture for them.

Kate didn't mind that, as far as Dale could tell. It made her try to break her more and more, though what Kate did not take into account, Dale thought, was that resistance was all that she had left to her. Therefore, to lose that would be to lose the last scrap of life and fight that she had left.

And she was only going to do that when there really was nothing left.

That day, however, Kate was set to break her furiously, seemingly with the entire day set aside just to torture her. Her tail lashed back and forth, though could not come down to cover her sex and anal bud as it had been fitted with a thick band at the base, stiffening it just enough that bringing it down was no good at all. She was bound by a collar and ropes around every ankle, straining her limbs out in a semblance of bondage that was not quite all the way there but more than restrictive enough to stop her from removing the array of equipment that Kate had decorated her with.

She groaned, tail lashing painfully, too much overcoming her, though she would not give in, no, she would not give in. Suction devices layered her mountain lion nipples, all the way down her belly, both sides, pulling and tingling, trying to bring milk from her body, but, well, she was not lactating at that time. It might have been pleasurable, if she had been a man and had chosen such a thing for herself, though Dale did not think that she would have ever come across something of that nature, not when she had been back together with her wife. But those times were long gone, long lost to her, as much as she held them dear.

The sex toy rammed into her pussy and locked around her in a sort of metal harness (it had to have been designed just for her)… That was more complicated to work through, especially as pleasure mounted within her, as if she was being fucked at that very moment.

She shuddered. Fuck, it was hard to think…

The sex toy could do several things and Dale never knew quite what it was going to do next. She whimpered, head ducking as the tantalising tease of orgasm pulled at her, begging at the corners of her attention, tail lashing and squirming, the toy rotating inside her. It was shaped like a dildo with nubs and nodules on the surface, designed to caress her – kind of like the softer barbs of a mountain lion. They didn't catch or pull at her sex, however, not raking through to stimulate ovulation like Ben's barbs did, but that didn't make them any easier to bear in a different way.

“Nnnnggghhh…"

That wasn't a sound that should ever have come from her lips, but, well, it was there anyway. A nub teased her clit, sometimes vibrating, but she knew too that the device was able to shock her, sending powerful pulses through her body that, undoubtedly, would have her twisting and contorting in a mockery of pleasure.

Sometimes, the shocks sent her into orgasm. Sometimes, they pulled her back from the edge. Kate didn't seem to mind either way, because she had an ulterior motive in the whole thing.

At that time, however, Dale thought she was alone, except for the cameras – her son too, caged up away from her. The cameras were all around her, though there was one pointed at her clit, showing her on the split screen in front of her just how the toy was penetrating her, jerking roughly back and forth, somehow even managing to mimic thrusting from the harness and device. It would have been impressive if it had not been so horrific.

She groaned, tail tugging back and forth. Above her, her level of arousal was monitored via an electrode on her head, moderating the devices so that she would never truly go over that edge of orgasm. The pleasure and pain border was one that Kate played her body along boldly, not caring how far she pushed the mountain lion, as long as she broke in the end.

Even then, Dale was not sure for how long she could hold out. Yet she had to, had to try, yes… As terrible as it all was.

The harness had been on her before, though it was far longer than usual, panting and heaving, straining and struggling, not sure whether to fight the arousal or not. The devices, even the suctioning cups, backed off at the point of orgasm every time, making sure that she would never quite climax. Or maybe she would? Dale still did not know whether she wanted to orgasm or not, for even she knew and understood that that did not mean in the slightest that she would be allowed relief.

Orgasm did not equal relief.

The ropes pulled, rubbing her skin raw under her fur, though she couldn't stop herself from twisting back and forth. She growled, snarling, turning her head back and forth, the scent of that woman filling her nostrils. Dale had not even heard her enter the room, but, well…that was not all that unusual when she was slipping away to another place in her mind, a much darker place than what she usually liked to inhabit.

“My pretty one… You'd do much better here if you just gave in to me, like the others. Like your son."

She growled, yet Kate was not close enough to her for Dale to do anything. Besides, the collar around her neck most likely would have had something implanted to make sure that she could not harm Kate, she was not that stupid. The woman's fingers toyed with her, the woman's words washing over her, the torment of her abuser taking centre stage.

“Oh, I didn't show you one more little toy, now, did I?" Kate said with a smirk that turned Dale's stomach. “Here now… I just flip this little switch and…there you are!"

The mountain lion stiffened, a low growl breaking her lips, though not even Dale knew whether it was pleasure or frustration. For even the wrapping around the base of her tail seemed to be able to stimulate her, massaging what had ended up being a highly sensitive erogenous zone for her. Fantastic. There was no sincerity in that sentiment, however.

She tried not to react as Kate toyed with her pussy, running her fingers around the toy, even flicking her clit from the side as the vibrations intensified, Dale yowling and thrusting back. Oh, she needed them all to go away! Just to leave her alone, to let her be at peace again, to step back from her depravity. Yet did a woman like that even understand what depravity itself was? She seemed determined to find the very bottom of it.

“Poor kitten, all trapped in the web of the black widow spider," Kate breathed, though Dale still heard her clearly, as if her voice would always cut through the air to her senses. “You want to watch, you want to give in, you want to live a better life. Give me what I want and I'll put you out in a nice, big enclosure and feed you only the best meat, everyone watching you fuck out in the open, watching what a dirty beast you've become."

Her expression hardened, Dale once again snarling as her body backed off from orgasm, the devices too closely hooked up to even allow her even the barest fragment of an unsatisfactory orgasm. Inside, the dildo vibrated, staying deep and grinding over a sensitive patch of nerves within her pussy.

“This will be your life, forced to experience the building tension, no pleasure, over and over again," Kate told her, stroking her cunt. “Do you want that? Do you not want to please your son? He will suffer the same fate if you don't give in…"

She shook her head. No! No, that was not what she'd ever wanted, though she knew that Ben didn't want her to give in either! But what did that mean for her? She didn't know, couldn't know, too many and too few options crowding her head.

Her son was kept back behind a gate, though she could see him out of the corner of her eye. Ben paced back and forth, constantly, heaving and panting, tormented by the sights and sounds and scents of her arousal. He was hard, of course, but there was nothing back there for Ben to relieve himself with, tortured with lust that could not be satisfied.

She glanced up and immediately wished that she had not, a slick pool of sexual fluids on the ground between her hind legs. No wonder her son was so wound up, the screens on a trolley that Kate placed before her showing more angles of her humiliation, clips from other sessions mixed in.

Her son pinning her on her back, fucking her rampantly.

The mountain lioness, on her back, sucking his cock.

A close-up of Dale's pussy with an obscenely large toy stretching it.

Back to the present moment, the toy ramming into her, bringing her to the edge once again.

She howled. No!

And then the video changed to the scene of her being roughly mounted only the night before – oh, she remembered it well, as much as she didn't want to. He had grabbed her by the hips and dragged her back onto his aching hard-on as if he had not been able to do anything to stop himself, but she did not blame Ben for giving in to his lust. She did too, sometimes, but it was not her that pounced on top of him to fuck him, of course.

He had slammed into her so roughly that night that she hadn't known if he was ever going to stop fucking her, the long, marathon session of sex going on and on and on, her yowls falling on deaf ears, bouncing off the plain walls.

And yet…that was the breaking point. Only then, that day, Kate smirking down at her, petting her head, fingers tracing a possessive line down her spine. For it was with her eyes fixed on the replaying video from the night before that Dale knew that that was exactly how that day was going to end too. She would be fucked and fucked, her body craving it, even though the lust itself was humiliating. He would take her, all as the machines, in that moment, dragged her coarsely to the edge all over again, taunting her with what Kate didn't want her body to have, not truly.

She yowled, Kate's laugh filling the air, overcoming even her pain and broken, humiliating pleasure.

The machines slowed, not allowing her orgasm as she heaved and strove to wrench her body around, all to no avail. No, it was gone, gone somewhere where she could not even chase it, despairingly watching the video of her son fucking her harder and harder, curled down around her back end. In the video, she heard herself, and him too, cry out in orgasm, climaxing together.

To fight or not to fight?

Panting harshly, Dale knew that she was going to be forced to decide again very soon…

But what choice would she make?

Continued in part five…