A farmer appeared and wrapped his leather belt around the poor little fox's neck and pulled, tying her to the fence post. She took another sip and Ant...on's hand appeared from nowhere and tilted her mug back farther, forcing more burning liquid down her throat. "More Em, come on, little fox." He stroked her hair and pulled it back into a pony tail. Emma's stomach rumbled and tightened as Anton pulled on her hair a bit harder, pulling her head back so she looked straight up at him. "You picked. If you opt out, that is certainly your right, and we won't think any less of you for it. None of us will. Is that understood?"Once you're eighteen, the sexual dynamic might change somewhat, but I will always be in charge of anything that involves me. Until you're eighteen, you're a minor, so if you decide to have sexual congress with the grown-ups, you will obey all of us present during the act. That also means that if Trevor should ever join us, he will be in charge of the others, too."Let me. “Hi Sally. It’s Rita. Good and yerself. … Look, the reason I’m calling is that I’m trying to get in touch with a lady I met at your Christmas party. I lost her number….. She was a sort of mousy redhead about thirty. She was with her husband…..Yeah that sounds like her… Grace, huh… OK, thanks for the number.” That evening Rita called Grace. She wasn’t sure why. She just wanted some support or some clue as to what she was feeling.. Emotions her self proclaimed mother, Ine, championed. Love, mercy, generosity, others the dusky figure wearing dark clothing shied away from as too painful to recall, or too sweet for her present activities. The being called Black Orchid shifted her lithe, beautiful body with a grimace of near distaste for the sensations that motion brought her. She had been dead once, until the god-like Ine had raised her in the form that now stared at her from the mirror or any reflection she cast. .