Only two words are necessary. “She’s ready.”The machine is wheeled closer to the trunk. Goat flicks the switch and it begins to whirr, the metal... rod moving. Trixie finalises the position and we all watch as the the dildo on the end of the rod enters the hole in the trunk, penetrating Doll. We all watch the rod move, slowly but insistently, the dildo moving back and forth, fucking Doll where she lies captive within the trunk.There is silence from within the trunk, but we can all imagine. We are. Her dirty little fantasy most of the males gleefully obliged. The one across the river had been especially eager to live out her desires, even catching her unawares in the fields. Not even that had made her feel this numb and alive at the same time.A hand caressed down her body, slipping between her thighs that she tried to press together. Every ounce of her wanted to resist him but she knew it wouldn’t be possible. He was going to have her. The more she fought him, the longer this would. He hadn't counted on immediately going to work.The owners of the house had rented it out to numerous people over thedecades, and during that time, many of the tenants had stored things inthe basement and forgot about them when they left. As a result, thebasement had slowly become filled with decades of clutter. It was alsothe only place in the house where Craig's pool table would comfortablyfit. Fortunately, the landlord had told them that they could go aheadand clear out the clutter to make. . I had this sudden clear memory of how to bind without the fetish. I wasn't planning on binding her, but after I recalled what Raven told me about the spell, I wondered if the Magic was trying to tell me something." Magic is a tool, isn't it? It can't talk," she said.I nodded. "I thought the same thing, and I still believe for the most part that it's true, but yesterday Jordan told me something while she was teaching me the Luck spell. She told me sometimes when she did that with the scratch.