I shivered under the blanket, and it wasn’t from the cold. I thought about the cold reality of Alex’s words. Witches were still being burned at th...e stake at this time in history, I knew. And if Alex had as much power over the Laird as he thought he did, then I was going to burn. I pulled the blankets tighter against me, and stood. I walked out of the chamber, being careful to quietly close the door behind me. Tilda should get all the sleep she could. Walking down the steps quickly, I stopped. "They wouldn't like to encourage others to escape, if they knew they could get away with it," she commented. Despite their desperation, Buttercup's presence somehow lifted both the girls' spirits, although it was clear that she responded positively to Tracey's more unambiguous attraction to her. She took Tracey's hand in hers (something no man or woman had ever done in her all her years of love-making) and squeezed it occasionally in a reassuring way as they walked under the overhanging. She moans as furry fingers grope at her twat.“Please!” She begs as rat thumbs spread her cunt open. An odd shaped dick slowly forces its way up her love canal. Drawing a long moan from the subdued woman.Crystal gasps as it’s bristly balls slap against her pussy. The big rat man thrusting into her. Her face rubbing against the dirt. Many other rat men huddle around her. Their odd, slimy cocks in their hands.She is their fuck slave. Now and forever.As an orgasm washes over her, Crystal wakes in. Anita bucked against my mouth, “Suck it, suck it, please… make me cum.” She came several times to screaming orgasms. She then did something that shocked me. She pulled my head of her pussy and then pulled that black cock out of her pussy. Then Ana grabbed my head with one hand and his cock with another and tried to make me suck it. I resisted and she ordered me: “Babe, suck that big black cock now…” I opened my mouth and let the head slip in. I could taste my wife’s juices on his cock. Anita.