She scooted in closer, her cunt only a few inches from Allison's. Allison was fascinated."Have you ever realized how similar our pussies are?" she ask...ed Abigail.Abigail was concentrating on lubricating her end of the dildo with her pussy. "Huh?" Our pussies. They look a lot alike, they taste a lot alike. You can definitely tell we're sisters. Oh shit..." Allison let her head and shoulders drop back to the floor as Abigail shoved the cock into her own cunt. The action pushed Allison's end deeper. While her head tried to deal with the concept of being in such helpless and horrible captivity, the program also fed her a series of quiet whispers, almost inaudible suggestions that she is, and always will be my slave, that she wants nothing more than to be a slut, my slut, and to be bound and tortured by me forever. That was the most devious part of my plan. I knew it was a form of brainwashing, but I also knew that she had wanted this as well, despite what she might think now. I decided. ‘I…I was just wondering if…’ He realized there were tears in the woman’ eyes. He could see them dripping onto the object lying on the counter she had been working on when he came in. Then the woman’s shoulders began shaking and she stood there, sobbing quietly. Bobby wasn’t sure what to do. He took a deep breath. ‘Are…are you all right?’ he asked. The woman finally got herself under control, shrugged, and gave him another weak smile. ‘I…I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t be acting like this…’ she said. Her clothes weren’t exactly modest, per se, but even normal teenage clothes set her apart here. She was looking hesitantly at the store, while the other girls tried to convince her to go inside. The speaker herself was dressed in a skintight tube top that didn’t quite reach down to a pair of shorts that looked like they’d been painted on.“They’re just so, so slutty.” Carly blushed when she remembered what the others were wearing, and tried to stammer out an apology.“Gawd, Jolie, your cousin is.