It practically swallowed up the young girl in its folds, but it was comforting in those painful moments when she was in despair. Like now. She swallow...ed and gently touched her chest, her expression twisting into a grimace of pain. Why can’t I stop feeling like this? ”The drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, nor all the company in the world would harm or slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were. But now, we are consumed by it!” A ghostly. "Oh fuck," she sighed, "Oh fuck me."I smiled through my desire, and nibbled on her neck, "Tell me what you want."She continued to grind her ass into my cock, and ride my fingers in growing ecstasy, then whispered in pleasure, "Enter me." I removed my hand from inside of her and lathered her other opening up, her flower, with her juices. She was so wet, and warm. First, I primed her opening with my fingers. She let out a gasp of air as I massaged her flower, and dove fully in with two fingers.. It was hard as a fucking rock…It was dripping pre cum and all I had to do was slide my hand around that big head a few times and he was slick as could be. I then worked my hand down the shaft just admiring and stroking it.I could not get my long fingers around it all, since it was so thick.I looked at him in the eyes and leaned on his crotch, licking up and down and around and over the shiny cockhead; feeling how thick and hard it was. Soon, his entire throbbing shaft was glistening with his. As quartermaster of the group, she had her own house adjacent to the storehouse where both arms and supplies were kept.And in that house... is a basement. In that basement is the key to the story. It contains both a hidden underground route to a small docking bay hidden among the isles cliffs, a little makeshift dungeon with seven separate cells. In those cells, unlocked, rest three men, members of Western Dawn that will help in the defilement and kidnapping as needed. Also in that dungeon are.