Stuck

Luke nodded mutely, tears streaming from her large soulful eyes, lower lip quivering. She had nothing now. She was a girl. An obedient girl. A small caged part of her mind raged. She wanted to call him a bastard. Slap him. Yell and scream. But that wasn’t who she was now. She looked at her nipples pressing against the tight confines of her top. The soaked crotch of her g-string that had grown semi translucent and flung to the swollen contours of her new pussy. She blushed furiously.

“We’re done Tracy...”