"This time he held his sticky hand over her face holding it there a few seconds until some of the fluids oozed off of his hand onto her face. It made... her nauseous to not only see the fluids, his cum, her wetness and her blood, but she could also smell the fluids and she struggled to not vomit when he once again pushed his hand into her mouth. He loved the look of horror and disgust on her face. He had never seen anything like it. Roger had been physically abusive to not only a couple of his. In fact you almost overdid it Jeanette. Don't be to coquettish in future." I blushed lightly at this but realized that she had spotted my flirtation.I spent the rest of the afternoon washing and ironing and day dreaming of Brigitte.I enjoyed a long luxurious scented bath and whilst waiting for Aunt Agathe to set out my clothes, sat in a negligee and applied my make-up carefully. I was spritzing myself lavishly with perfume when the door opened and in walked Agathe followed by Brigitte. I. But something held me back still…"Don't worry about it," said Celia, massaging my shoulders again. "You'll feel it when you're ready. Your body will tell you. Belonging is in your flesh and your blood. And look at you, never comfortable in your own skin. It's no wonder you can't hear what your body is telling you. Let me show you the way."And then she kissed me. Not a chaste, affectionate kiss between family members, but an encompassing, penetrating kiss that consummated our afternoon's. Unconsciously flicking her attention for a moment to her hand, Tarjana saw, not the crushed limbs of some forest-gnat, but the feathered tip of a dart.Panic setting in already, Tarjana had just enough time to look back at the Witrali, only to see his companion stepping into the clearing a little to his right, blowpipe in hand, smiling, his cock terribly erect ... and then everything went black.Consciousness was slow to return for Tarjana.At first, all she could feel was the throbbing of her.