<i>How much worse can it get?</i>Kitty feared, and when given the chance, was too ashamed to look her sister in the eye, too embarrassed to gaze upon Kate’s unclothed body that she’d never thought about in such indecent context. A pair of deformed hands enveloped Kitty’s chest from behind and there was nothing she could do while her bare arms were held straight up by a grip around her wrists and her legs were snared on the ground by her ankles. Thick nails scratched the skin on her bust when the fingers bent into fists through the wide tears in her dress and the narrow cuts in her undershirt, and in one swift motion, the man ripped apart the fabrics to expose her small breasts to the cold air and the damp mist that had begun to engulf the meadow.<br/><br/>“Don’t look!” Kitty wailed, eyes closed, and tasted a flow of tears that cascaded through her parted lips.<i>I couldn’t save you.</i>“I’m sorry, Kate!” she cried and unwittingly bestowed her captors with the power of her sister’s name.<br/><br/>When the hand that held down her left ankle moved up onto her thigh, Kitty shivered in realization of how cold she was and that the left side of the dress had been shred so badly that the entire leg was already bare all the way up to the hip. When the man stroke the skin of her inner thigh, Kitty’s insides convulsed in horror that everything was going to get much, much worse, and yet when the hand was accompanied by the other and they slowly began to open up a way to the last bit of privacy she had left, she couldn’t believe it was happening. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t allowed. It wasn’t<i>fair</i>.<br/><br/>Cold dewdrops from the mist gathered onto Kitty’s breasts and trickled down around her pointy, light-pink nipples that were still hard from the unwanted arousal. The men suspended her higher up into a sitting position where she briefly saw the wet spot at the bottom of her panties before shifting her gaze away, for a flash of Kate’s naked figure, and then up at the sky where the distorted shape of the wrong moon reminded her that she was far from home. The man who had called himself Absalom stepped forth and brought his crimson face into Kitty’s vision.<br/><br/>“How I wish we were alone, just the two of us and your sister, so I could have you all to myself,” he said but there was not a hint of yearning in his calm voice, not a glimmer in the blackness of his eyes, “Alas, we must get on with the ritual.”<br/><br/>A single finger pressed under the fold of white fabric on Kitty’s groin and hooked itself around the cloth. With a powerful yank it tore off the bottom piece at the front from where it flapped down below, wide open, leaving behind a tattered hole that arched all the way up over the girl’s mons and the sparse, dark bush of her pubes that thinned out along the short length of her clitoral hood. Absalom knelt down, revealing the moon to Kitty’s eyes once more, but when he laid two fingers on her wet nethers, she shut her eyelids which cut off the rivers of tears.<br/><br/>The fingers slid aside on the hairless lips of Kitty’s soft labia, made slippery by her warm fluids, and Absalom had to pressure them tightly before he managed to part them. Another finger, of the other hand, brushed the sensitive, inner flesh that not even Kitty herself had ever dared to touch, and when its tip came to a sudden stop against the ring of her unbroken hymen, the girl burst into a loud squeal through her nose while her body convulsed in repulsion.<br/><br/>“Excellent,” Absalom noted and just as quickly as he’d started, he withdrew his hands and left Kitty’s nethers exposed to the men and the pale moon that flickered through the thickening layers of mist. The crimson man stepped aside and there was no longer anything to obstruct the view of the degraded girl from her twin.<br/><br/>Absalom turned. “So,<i>Kate</i>, do you like the sight of your sister’s pussy?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>