Some sex, lots of enslavement. Hero doesn’t personally enslave anybody underage for a change but discovers childhood sexual abuse to main characters... that he has to set right.ForewordLook before we go any further I need the reader of this account of, “Our Final Battle”, (catchy title right) to understand a few things. The Wonder Twins say I need to write this account of what we did and save it on the Internet in as many places as I can in case something goes wrong tomorrow. They can no longer. My pussy was aching and wet. As soon as I got to my room, I walked into my bathroom and started taking a nice hot and steamy shower. I started thinking about Ricky using his dildo again and I started to get very turned on. My pussy was begging for me to play with it. I laid down in my tub. I squeezed my left breast as I worked my right hand down towards my blue pussy. I slowly started to finger my pussy using two fingers. I started fingering my pussy faster. But, I couldn't get the image of. None dared to ask Imogen why she was not at Hogsmeade as she strode past them to the stairs to the girls' dormitories, for they were in awe of the upper-year students, and to them, Imogen was like a creature from another planet. She took the stairs two at a time, and in her dorm quickly dressed and got a cloak to wear against the autumn weather. She noticed that Lavender Brown had finally spotted the Prada bag placed under her bed, and it was now sitting proudly on top of her chest. As she had. That this wasn't any psychiatric therapy but wantonsexual depravity instead. It was a fleeting thing to think of and evenas I savored the wonderful taste of Mr. Smith's precum as it oozed fromhis thick shaft in my mouth, part of my mind chided myself for thinkingsuch salacious thoughts. This wasn't sexual depravity, it was medicaltherapy! I was undergoing therapy for my crossdressing issues and so towas Mr. Smith! Therapy that would be even better for both us if I couldget him to cum down.