The next day

Emily fell asleep against wall, the basement's only other occupant too broken to speak. Dreams filled her head, nightmares one might say, of getting fucked and filled with Jeannie's cock and semen.

When the morning came the three captors returned.

"Did you you have good night's rest, new girl?" Jeannie asked as she knelt down, stroking Emily's cheek, a gesture that sent shivers down the captive girl's spine. The reaction tipping off Emily that the curse was starting to work.

"Let's get ta' gettin' her used to our cocks." Uncle Buck eagerly suggested, only to be shot down by his niece, "No, she's mine; you wan'a fuck, use gumless over their." She mentioned over to the broken girl who'd tried biting.

"But pumpkin..." Her father started to moan.

"Dad..." she turned to face him, "She's mine." the tone of her voice left no room for argument as the older men went to unchain the other captive. Emily wasn't sure whether or not she grateful or scared about Jeannie's possive nature.

"Now then, I reckon it's about time we got ta' branding you little slut." Jeannie said with a sadistic grin.