There was nothing but coldness in Kitty’s world, nothing but the constant shaking of her arms and legs and the all-encompassing goose bumps on her wet skin, so sensitive that every touch of the men that pushed her around sent shivers throughout her body. It was all made even worse when the rest of her torn dress, shirt, and panties were shredded into oblivion by yanking the tattered cloth back and forth to every direction around her until she was left nude and hurting in the condensing mist in nothing but her over-knee stockings and standing on the high heels of her shoes. The sickly warmth of the deformed hands that groped at any part of her skin they could reach only made the rest of her body feel colder, but when she was forced to lean against the smooth stone of the altar, the coldness of the air that breezed between her parted thighs and pinched at the wet petals of her muff still came as a complete shock.<br/><br/>Then there was Kate, brought so close that Kitty could feel the warmth of her sister’s breath breezing onto her chin. When Kitty opened her little mouth—for the moment the warmest of her parted crevices—to whisper words of comfort at her twin, the last thing she expected was to feel Kate’s lips press against hers, then her sister’s tongue between her teeth and its tip trailing the top of her own. From the tone with which Kate repeated her name Kitty could sense the quickness of her sister’s heartbeat, just as rapid as her own, but there was more to Kate’s desperation than the same terror that pulsed through Kitty’s body from head to toe.<br/><br/>The way her dear sister’s mouth clung to her lips and the way Kitty’s teeth clashed with hers, the taste, the wetness of Kate’s tongue and of the warm saliva that the girl played with between their lips brought Kitty back a nearly forgotten memory of a wet dream of hers from long ago, now vivid in her mind again, where Kitty had done the same to her cutest cousin Harry, a sinful thought she’d never dared to share even with Kate. This, however, was different, perhaps even more unreal than the dream, and while Kitty’s tongue remained still, she couldn’t avoid her sister’s, couldn’t pull herself away; yet while she had all the means to turn her head, to lift her arms and push her sister away, the thought of abandoning Kate at this moment of utter hopelessness never even crossed her mind. When she felt the warmth of her sister’s palms on her bare shoulders, Kitty closed her eyes, and even though the grope that the hands gave on the softness of her bust was more similar to the touch of the foul men than to the loving embrace her sister had once used to give her, Kitty did not flinch.<br/><br/><i>“Galan… Orthus…”</i>The words pierced into Kitty’s consciousness but she had no knowledge of what went on around her.<br/><br/>“Witches!” the word awoke her for a split second,<i>“What are they doing out… at this hour?”</i><br/><br/>The voices faded out again, a gentle warmth spread into Kitty’s body, coating her like mother’s loving embrace across her back, and she relaxed, her mind drifting away… A piercing pain cracked inside her and that moment everything was crystal clear. Kate’s hands reached around her back, Kitty reached for her sister in panic, and while she sought to lock her tear-blurred eyes with her twin’s, she found Kate’s focused higher up above Kitty’s own head. The warmth on her back slid forward and wet fur brushed her skin, the pain inside her shooting off sparks like a misplaced firework, tearing her up, and something… something entering, deeper, deeper inside her, whetting her flesh, widening her cleft between her parted thighs with such agony that it soon became all she could focus her mind on, until a poke of the most sensitive crevice somewhere deep inside made her expel all air in her lungs and fist her hands into the long, auburn locks behind her sister’s back. The expanding rod that tore her open pressed straight through the entrance to her unused uterus and sent her into a soundless scream, until her instincts forced her to draw breath, and then shrieked in blind agony straight at her sister’s face.<br/><br/>The pole that impaled her suddenly stopped, the pain settling to a constant, stinging ache, and then there was a lick of a long, thick tongue on the left side of her neck and below her jaw. It explored the front of her tear-filled throat for a moment and then moved down onto her shoulder, then below her arm, and finally reached for her small, hardened nipple along the side of her soft breast. Kitty convulsed in sudden disgust as she became aware of the monstrous beast that had squished her between the cold stone and the warmth of its lower belly, its back arched up so it could reach her with its down-bent head. A reflex tilted Kitty’s head to the right and brought her face straight into the wetness of another velvety tongue that gave a long lick on her cheek, her ear, and from there over her jaw to settle onto her neck. There was a canine growl, then another at her left, and then the oversized shaft of pain incarnate that filled up her insides began to thicken into full erection.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>