Now that Donna has been pulled bodily from the hot tub, the force dragging her lets up. Then a broad, rough and wet object runs up her inner thighs and along her snatch.
Her first reaction is to hiss in pleasure. It feels like a lightning bolt has shot directly into her sex. Donna’s nipples go instantly hard and begin growing longer and harder. Her pubic hair (or what she thought was pubic hair) is now standing on end and twitching. Each strand feels as sensitive as her clit. Her nether lips have parted on their own and she feels wet, wetter and hotter than she’s ever been in her life.
New yet ancient instincts tell her to be Submissive, to let her body be used however the Dominant demon who touched her wants... Her second reaction is that some THING just licked her privates without asking! Donna lashes out with a hoof. Her kick meets resistance and shatters it. She feels something fly backwards and is dragged along with it by the chain.
Both of them land in the shallow end of the pool, and Donna can now see her assailant outlined with water. It is only four feet tall, but three feet wide, a powerfully built dwarflike figure. It also has a tongue nearly as long as its body.
Donna summons up a blazing shotgun, holds it steady above the water and pumps a round straight into the center of its mass.
“What was that?” asks Velma as she shatters the collar’s lock with an ultrasonic drill.
“Trouble!” replies Donna. The arousal she feels is only very slowly abating, and that makes her edgy. “I’m gonna have to...”
Fri Jun 18 01:44:32 1999