All alone.

They leave you bound to the bed. The mask, gagg and muzzle stil fastened around your head. Unable to move or to scoop out the cum dripping from your pussy.

Or was it blood? Probably both.

You swallow. So gross, Gwen's salvia tasted different from your own, salty. Probably from licking her fingers and...

You didn't want to think about it, but you did. The scene kept playing in your head.

You should never have trusted your sister. She had brought you to HIM. They had done IT. To YOU.

You sniff to clear your nose. The snot is blocking your way, and with the gagg, you can't breathe through your mouth.

Everything was just so unreal. You still expected to wake up anytime soon. To get back your real body.

But the throbbing pain from the emptyness between your legs is real. The semen were real, and that phonecall... if what that woman had said was real...

You were screwed. If only you could brak free, wash out the cum, buy a morning after pill.

Snotting and whimpering with pain and regret, you fall asleep. You dream about your old body, with a dick as big as Patricks. And about being fucked by that body, while your belly grew with semen untill you looked 9 months pregnant.