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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 10Veronica comes shuffling out of her bedroom, once again dressed in her trademark shorts and bikini top, bleary-eyed and disheveled. She yawns widely, rubbing a hand over her face.“Sleep well?” I ask from where I sit at the table. “I made breakfast. Not much, just some pancakes, but feel free to help yourself.”“Unnhh. Coffee first.” Veronica staggers over to the kitchen counter and pours herself a mug of black coffee. She takes a sip and grimaces. “I was really out of it last night. I slept like a rock.”“Did you?” I ask innocently. “That’s good. You must have needed it.”“I guess,” Veronica says. She turns and leans against the counter, rubbing her forehead. “To be honest last night is kind of hazy. I don’t remember much.”“You were pretty tired,” I suggest helpfully. “I could hear you snoring all the way down the hall.”“Wow, that’s embarrassing. I didn’t know that I—” Veronica’s eyes fall on the sleek black dart gun that lays on the table right next to my plate. She blinks, as if her brain is trying to register the importance of what she’s seeing. “Everything okay?” I ask calmly. In fact, I’m anything but calm. My heart is pounding and I’m struggling to control my breathing. My hand is just inches from the dart gun, and I’m ready to snatch it up at a moment’s notice and put a tranquilizer dart right into Veronica’s ample bosom. Veronica gives her head a shake, as if clearing her vision, then smiles. “Uh, yeah. There’s no problem at all. I’m just tired, I guess.” Still smiling, she takes her coffee mug and sits down at the table right across from me. Her eyes never even glance at the dart gun again.Incredible. The hypnotic suggestions have worked like a charm. Not only does Veronica not remember anything that happened last night, she doesn’t seem to even notice or care about the dart gun at all. It’s like it doesn’t even exist for her.Something tells me that our relationship just took a turn for the better.“So,” Veronica says, stabbing a half-warm pancake with her fork, “need me to wipe your sleeping beauty’s mind for you?”I take a swallow of my own coffee. “No need. She’s having fun staring at a screen right now.” Veronica lifts an eyebrow. “You’ve already started her hypnosis? Wow, you’ve certainly been a busy bee this morning.” She settles back in her chair. “Are you sure you’ve done everything correctly?”I give the barest hint of a smile. “I think I’ve gotten the hang of it pretty well. Think you can dump her back on the island for me when the brainwashing’s done?”Veronica waves a slender hand. “Sure, sure. I imagine you had a good night with our little jungle girl?”“Let’s just say that I didn’t get as much sleep as you did,” I say slyly. I reach down to the satchel by my chair and pull out the map of the island, then spread it out on the table by my plate. “I wanted to ask you something.”“Shoot.” Veronica dumps syrup on her pancake. She hasn’t even looked at the dart gun a second time, blissfully unaware of its existence just three feet away from her.“These spots on the map,” I say, pointing to several locations scattered around the island. “They don’t seem to be villages or landmarks. What are they?”Veronica leans over the table to take a good look. I manage to get an even better look at her cleavage while she does.“Ah, those. They’re shrines.” Veronica sits back in her chair, her mouth curling slightly in a little smile. “Shrines?”Veronica shrugs, cutting at her pancake with her fork. “Places of worship to various goddesses. Most of them are to the islanders’ mother goddess. I forget her name. The shrines are usually caves or grottos, sacred groves, that kind of thing.”I trace the path from my insertion beach inland with my finger. “So the women worship there?”Veronica gives me a sharp glance. “Well, not exactly. There’s a group of women separate from the tribes, known as shaman priestesses, who commune with the mother goddess. They often go to these shrines to spend a night in a trance, hoping to receive a vision from their deity. It’s all superstitious nonsense, of course, but the islanders treat it seriously.”“So…the priestesses enter a trance? How do they do that?”Veronica swallows her syrup-covered pancake bite. “They drug themselves. Different shaman priestesses use different means. Some lick frogs, others eat mushrooms or drink fermented berry juice…you get the idea.”I can’t help but smile. “Sounds like they must be pretty out of it all night long.”“Yes. So out of it that they are usually restrained. Bound with ropes or chains or the like.”I almost choke on my coffee. I put the cup down quickly. “Bound? Let me get this straight. These women voluntarily get high and then allow themselves to be tied up all night long? Who ties them up?”Veronica gives me a probing look. “An acolyte. The shaman priestesses usually take one along with them to help them with the trance and the binding.”“So there’s two of them?” I murmur, more to myself than to Veronica. “Of course, one of them is already drugged out of her mind and tied up. Sounds doable.”Veronica sets her fork down, her face stern. “Don’t even think about it.”I give her an innocent glance. “Why not? Taking a bound, half-conscious shaman priestess sounds way easier than taking on a pack of armed warrior women.”“Because,” Veronica says, her eyes narrowing, “the shaman priestesses are off-limits.”“Off-limits? Why?”Veronica starts cutting at her pancake again. “They’re revered by the other tribes. That, and they are often closely bound to the tribal leaders who we partner with to hunt the women of Myrina.”I sit back in my chair, crossing my arms. “So the chieftains are okay if I knockout and knock up random girls in their tribes, but not their good shaman priestess friends?”“Exactly.” Veronica shoves another piece of pancake into her mouth.I shake my head in exasperation. “Well, it’s good to know that favoritism exists even on primitive magical isles.”“Leave the priestesses alone,” Veronica says, pointing her fork at me. “I mean it. No joke.”I raise my hands defensively. “I promise, Veronica, you’ll have absolutely no problem with whatever girl I bring back tonight.”Veronica gives me a strange look, as if trying to see if I’m joking or not, but finally shakes her head and goes for her coffee. “Okay. Good luck today.”“Thanks,” I say with a smile. But I’m already mentally planning my route inland.I’m going after one of these shaman priestesses. ***Getting to the shrine doesn’t prove too difficult. After a couple times on the island already I feel like I’m beginning to learn the paths and the topography. Moving through the jungle is starting to feel like second nature, and I can slink through the foliage without making a sound and also while staying hidden the whole time. This strange island magic is doing more than just making me horny…it’s also increasing my reflexes, giving me endurance and strength I never thought I had. I really do feel like I’m home.I’ve deliberately headed out late in the day, starting my hunt more towards the onset of evening. The way I figure it, if a shaman priestess spends all night at one of these shrines, it makes sense that they would arrive close to nightfall. The later I go, the better chance I’ll have of catching one.I find the shrine in the early evening, just as the sun is sinking in the horizon. A thin wisp of smoke rising above the leaves and branches of the choking jungle trees gives me a final direction. I slip towards the holy place, staying low and out of sight, like a panther creeping up on its prey.The shrine is in a cave set into a low hill. A dribble of smoke comes out of a hole near the top of the hill, like a rudimentary chimney. Standing just outside the cave’s entrance is a gorgeous woman. Long cinnamon brown hair falls to just below her shoulders, and her eyes are a pretty gray-green. Her figure is a near-perfect hourglass, her legs long and sleek and her hips delightfully rounded, but her breasts…Well, let’s just say that she is well-endowed. It’s not exactly like any of the women on this island have disappointed me with the quality of their bosoms, but this girl seems to have won the contest for sheer size. Her tits are absolutely massive, like ripe melons that somehow still manage to stay astonishingly perky despite their obvious weight. The brunette wears a scanty outfit of pink silken cloth, not leather or animal skin, and it is encrusted with jewels. Two long strips of pink silk fall between her legs, clasped together by a jeweled belt. A similar bit of pink cloth covers her magnificent breasts, but aside from this she is completely naked. Her elegant attire tells me everything I need to know. She must be a shaman priestess, or maybe the acolyte sent to guard and assist one. And if she’s standing outside one of the sacred shrines, that means that there is probably a shaman priestess inside, trying to commune with the mother goddess. With any luck, she’s already drugged out of her mind and bound.In other words, easy pickings. I slink back into the bushes, careful not to make too much noise or leave any sign of my passing. I pull out the dart gun, the one that I’ve hypnotically instructed Veronica to forget about and ignore whenever she sees it.Really, it feels almost like cheating, but then I’m the one who gets killed if anything goes wrong out here. I might as well take every advantage I can get.Once again I figure there won’t be time to ask this girl her name. I opt for Titsy. It has a nice ring to it, and certainly seems appropriate.Titsy’s about to take a long nap.I check the dart gun, making sure that it’s loaded and prepped, then aim it at the unsuspecting acolyte.Titsy literally never knows what hits her. Despite the obvious two round targets on her chest, the tranquilizer dart finds a nice little home in the side of her neck. Titsy’s mouth opens and her eyes widens for just a moment before her eyes get a dull, vacant look to them and her face goes completely blank. She falls back against the side of the cave entrance, her long legs buckling underneath her. She slides slowly down towards the ground, her eyes rolling back as she descends. By the time her round buttocks hit the ground her eyes are closed. Her head lolls to one side.God I love this dart gun. I walk up to Titsy, loading another dart into the gun just in case. As I get closer I see that it won’t be needed.Titsy is completely out. She sits slumped against the cave wall, a peaceful expression on her face, her hands lying limply beside her and her legs spread slightly before her. Her incredibly huge breasts rise and fall with a slow, even cadence as she sleeps. I pluck the dart out of her neck and lift one of her eyelids.Titsy’s pupil is completely rolled back into her head. She’s safely off in dreamland, probably for hours.I slip a hand down beneath the silken top that covers Titsy’s massive breasts, squeezing and testing the globular flesh beneath. They truly are magnificent works of nature. If I had time I could suck and grope those beauties all night long. But I still have a shaman priestess to see to.I take Titsy underneath the arms and drag her unresisting body into the cave entrance. There is a passage here that winds away deeper underneath the hill. I’m not too concerned about that right now. I just want to make sure that Titsy is out of sight from the entrance.I lay Titsy down on the cave floor. Her arms and legs are still dead weight, her huge breasts jiggling slightly as she settles. I roll her over onto her stomach and flop her arms onto her back, then bring her wrists together and secure them with a leather cord.Titsy doesn’t stir. She doesn’t even snore. Her face is settled to one side, her mouth half-open and her hair half-covering her face. She’s even drooling a tiny bit.I smile, patting on of her firm buttocks. Then, out of pure scientific curiosity, I lift the silken fabric that falls down between her legs. As I expected, Titsy’s not wearing a thong. The two silken fabrics are the only covering she has, and those are easy enough to push aside. You have to love a girl with easy access. Titsy is well-endowed both above and below her jewel-encrusted belt, and I admit that the inviting sight between her slightly spread legs is enough to make me consider just taking her right here and now. It is only with great reluctance and self-control that I pull my gaze away from her exposed womanhood. I bring her legs together and tie her ankles tightly. One last leather cord goes into her mouth, tied firmly behind her head. There, a trussed and unconscious acolyte. I doubt she’ll be giving me any more trouble tonight.I leave Titsy behind and creep down the winding cave passage. Ahead I see the soft glow of firelight. A soft moaning echoes down the stone walls. The flickering light from the fire grows stronger. I turn a corner, and emerge into a large open cave.The walls and floor are clear stone, worn smooth by constant use and the passage of time. A large fire is in the center of the room, the smoke funneled into a hole in the ceiling. The room is well lit, with the warm light from the fire casting a golden sheen on everything. A few plush animal skins are laid out on the stone floor near the crackling fire. A basket of oddly colored mushrooms and berries rests nearby. A little shrine is carved into the wall to the left, and a carved stone figure of a beautiful naked women, about a foot high, rests in the alcove.Against the far wall is a lovely young woman, dressed similar to the acolyte who was standing at the entrance to the cave. This woman has short, curly golden blond hair that reaches just to her chin. Her eyes, half open and rolling, are a sea blue. Her body is sweetly rounded and full, with slender arms and legs. Her breasts, while not as massive as those of her unconscious companion, are pert and perfectly rounded, fixed high and close on her chest. Her wrists are chained above her head, the chains fastened to the stone wall of the cave itself. She hangs limply from them, moaning and sighing in her drug-induced reverie.I feel more like an intruder right now than I have yet on this island. The enclosed air of the cave is heavy with incense. The woman in front of me doesn’t seem to even notice I’m here. She stares at nothing and yet at everything, her face showing how completely lost she is on whatever mind trip she is currently on.For a moment, and just for a moment, I consider leaving. This woman can’t defend herself from me, and she can’t even fight back.Then I remember that it is women like the one in front of me that are happy to sell out the other girls on this island to be hunted and impregnated, just as long as they and their friends are kept unmolested. Well then, it seems like it’s high time to do some molesting.My mind made up, I step towards the chained girl.

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A render for 's Catch and Release - Part 10Veronica comes shuffling out of her bedroom, once again dressed in her trademark shorts and bikini top, bleary-eyed and disheveled. She yawns widely, rubbing a hand over her face.“Sleep well?” I ask from where I sit at the table. “I made breakfast. Not much, just some pancakes, but feel free to help yourself.”“Unnhh. Coffee first.” Veronica staggers over to the kitchen counter and pours herself a mug of black coffee. She takes a sip and grimaces. “I was really out of it last night. I slept like a rock.”“Did you?” I ask innocently. “That’s good. You must have needed it.”“I guess,” Veronica says. She turns and leans against the counter, rubbing her forehead. “To be honest last night is kind of hazy. I don’t remember much.”“You were pretty tired,” I suggest helpfully. “I could hear you snoring all the way down the hall.”“Wow, that’s embarrassing. I didn’t know that I—” Veronica’s eyes fall on the sleek black dart gun that lays on the table right next to my plate. She blinks, as if her brain is trying to register the importance of what she’s seeing. “Everything okay?” I ask calmly. In fact, I’m anything but calm. My heart is pounding and I’m struggling to control my breathing. My hand is just inches from the dart gun, and I’m ready to snatch it up at a moment’s notice and put a tranquilizer dart right into Veronica’s ample bosom. Veronica gives her head a shake, as if clearing her vision, then smiles. “Uh, yeah. There’s no problem at all. I’m just tired, I guess.” Still smiling, she takes her coffee mug and sits down at the table right across from me. Her eyes never even glance at the dart gun again.Incredible. The hypnotic suggestions have worked like a charm. Not only does Veronica not remember anything that happened last night, she doesn’t seem to even notice or care about the dart gun at all. It’s like it doesn’t even exist for her.Something tells me that our relationship just took a turn for the better.“So,” Veronica says, stabbing a half-warm pancake with her fork, “need me to wipe your sleeping beauty’s mind for you?”I take a swallow of my own coffee. “No need. She’s having fun staring at a screen right now.” Veronica lifts an eyebrow. “You’ve already started her hypnosis? Wow, you’ve certainly been a busy bee this morning.” She settles back in her chair. “Are you sure you’ve done everything correctly?”I give the barest hint of a smile. “I think I’ve gotten the hang of it pretty well. Think you can dump her back on the island for me when the brainwashing’s done?”Veronica waves a slender hand. “Sure, sure. I imagine you had a good night with our little jungle girl?”“Let’s just say that I didn’t get as much sleep as you did,” I say slyly. I reach down to the satchel by my chair and pull out the map of the island, then spread it out on the table by my plate. “I wanted to ask you something.”“Shoot.” Veronica dumps syrup on her pancake. She hasn’t even looked at the dart gun a second time, blissfully unaware of its existence just three feet away from her.“These spots on the map,” I say, pointing to several locations scattered around the island. “They don’t seem to be villages or landmarks. What are they?”Veronica leans over the table to take a good look. I manage to get an even better look at her cleavage while she does.“Ah, those. They’re shrines.” Veronica sits back in her chair, her mouth curling slightly in a little smile. “Shrines?”Veronica shrugs, cutting at her pancake with her fork. “Places of worship to various goddesses. Most of them are to the islanders’ mother goddess. I forget her name. The shrines are usually caves or grottos, sacred groves, that kind of thing.”I trace the path from my insertion beach inland with my finger. “So the women worship there?”Veronica gives me a sharp glance. “Well, not exactly. There’s a group of women separate from the tribes, known as shaman priestesses, who commune with the mother goddess. They often go to these shrines to spend a night in a trance, hoping to receive a vision from their deity. It’s all superstitious nonsense, of course, but the islanders treat it seriously.”“So…the priestesses enter a trance? How do they do that?”Veronica swallows her syrup-covered pancake bite. “They drug themselves. Different shaman priestesses use different means. Some lick frogs, others eat mushrooms or drink fermented berry juice…you get the idea.”I can’t help but smile. “Sounds like they must be pretty out of it all night long.”“Yes. So out of it that they are usually restrained. Bound with ropes or chains or the like.”I almost choke on my coffee. I put the cup down quickly. “Bound? Let me get this straight. These women voluntarily get high and then allow themselves to be tied up all night long? Who ties them up?”Veronica gives me a probing look. “An acolyte. The shaman priestesses usually take one along with them to help them with the trance and the binding.”“So there’s two of them?” I murmur, more to myself than to Veronica. “Of course, one of them is already drugged out of her mind and tied up. Sounds doable.”Veronica sets her fork down, her face stern. “Don’t even think about it.”I give her an innocent glance. “Why not? Taking a bound, half-conscious shaman priestess sounds way easier than taking on a pack of armed warrior women.”“Because,” Veronica says, her eyes narrowing, “the shaman priestesses are off-limits.”“Off-limits? Why?”Veronica starts cutting at her pancake again. “They’re revered by the other tribes. That, and they are often closely bound to the tribal leaders who we partner with to hunt the women of Myrina.”I sit back in my chair, crossing my arms. “So the chieftains are okay if I knockout and knock up random girls in their tribes, but not their good shaman priestess friends?”“Exactly.” Veronica shoves another piece of pancake into her mouth.I shake my head in exasperation. “Well, it’s good to know that favoritism exists even on primitive magical isles.”“Leave the priestesses alone,” Veronica says, pointing her fork at me. “I mean it. No joke.”I raise my hands defensively. “I promise, Veronica, you’ll have absolutely no problem with whatever girl I bring back tonight.”Veronica gives me a strange look, as if trying to see if I’m joking or not, but finally shakes her head and goes for her coffee. “Okay. Good luck today.”“Thanks,” I say with a smile. But I’m already mentally planning my route inland.I’m going after one of these shaman priestesses. ***Getting to the shrine doesn’t prove too difficult. After a couple times on the island already I feel like I’m beginning to learn the paths and the topography. Moving through the jungle is starting to feel like second nature, and I can slink through the foliage without making a sound and also while staying hidden the whole time. This strange island magic is doing more than just making me horny…it’s also increasing my reflexes, giving me endurance and strength I never thought I had. I really do feel like I’m home.I’ve deliberately headed out late in the day, starting my hunt more towards the onset of evening. The way I figure it, if a shaman priestess spends all night at one of these shrines, it makes sense that they would arrive close to nightfall. The later I go, the better chance I’ll have of catching one.I find the shrine in the early evening, just as the sun is sinking in the horizon. A thin wisp of smoke rising above the leaves and branches of the choking jungle trees gives me a final direction. I slip towards the holy place, staying low and out of sight, like a panther creeping up on its prey.The shrine is in a cave set into a low hill. A dribble of smoke comes out of a hole near the top of the hill, like a rudimentary chimney. Standing just outside the cave’s entrance is a gorgeous woman. Long cinnamon brown hair falls to just below her shoulders, and her eyes are a pretty gray-green. Her figure is a near-perfect hourglass, her legs long and sleek and her hips delightfully rounded, but her breasts…Well, let’s just say that she is well-endowed. It’s not exactly like any of the women on this island have disappointed me with the quality of their bosoms, but this girl seems to have won the contest for sheer size. Her tits are absolutely massive, like ripe melons that somehow still manage to stay astonishingly perky despite their obvious weight. The brunette wears a scanty outfit of pink silken cloth, not leather or animal skin, and it is encrusted with jewels. Two long strips of pink silk fall between her legs, clasped together by a jeweled belt. A similar bit of pink cloth covers her magnificent breasts, but aside from this she is completely naked. Her elegant attire tells me everything I need to know. She must be a shaman priestess, or maybe the acolyte sent to guard and assist one. And if she’s standing outside one of the sacred shrines, that means that there is probably a shaman priestess inside, trying to commune with the mother goddess. With any luck, she’s already drugged out of her mind and bound.In other words, easy pickings. I slink back into the bushes, careful not to make too much noise or leave any sign of my passing. I pull out the dart gun, the one that I’ve hypnotically instructed Veronica to forget about and ignore whenever she sees it.Really, it feels almost like cheating, but then I’m the one who gets killed if anything goes wrong out here. I might as well take every advantage I can get.Once again I figure there won’t be time to ask this girl her name. I opt for Titsy. It has a nice ring to it, and certainly seems appropriate.Titsy’s about to take a long nap.I check the dart gun, making sure that it’s loaded and prepped, then aim it at the unsuspecting acolyte.Titsy literally never knows what hits her. Despite the obvious two round targets on her chest, the tranquilizer dart finds a nice little home in the side of her neck. Titsy’s mouth opens and her eyes widens for just a moment before her eyes get a dull, vacant look to them and her face goes completely blank. She falls back against the side of the cave entrance, her long legs buckling underneath her. She slides slowly down towards the ground, her eyes rolling back as she descends. By the time her round buttocks hit the ground her eyes are closed. Her head lolls to one side.God I love this dart gun. I walk up to Titsy, loading another dart into the gun just in case. As I get closer I see that it won’t be needed.Titsy is completely out. She sits slumped against the cave wall, a peaceful expression on her face, her hands lying limply beside her and her legs spread slightly before her. Her incredibly huge breasts rise and fall with a slow, even cadence as she sleeps. I pluck the dart out of her neck and lift one of her eyelids.Titsy’s pupil is completely rolled back into her head. She’s safely off in dreamland, probably for hours.I slip a hand down beneath the silken top that covers Titsy’s massive breasts, squeezing and testing the globular flesh beneath. They truly are magnificent works of nature. If I had time I could suck and grope those beauties all night long. But I still have a shaman priestess to see to.I take Titsy underneath the arms and drag her unresisting body into the cave entrance. There is a passage here that winds away deeper underneath the hill. I’m not too concerned about that right now. I just want to make sure that Titsy is out of sight from the entrance.I lay Titsy down on the cave floor. Her arms and legs are still dead weight, her huge breasts jiggling slightly as she settles. I roll her over onto her stomach and flop her arms onto her back, then bring her wrists together and secure them with a leather cord.Titsy doesn’t stir. She doesn’t even snore. Her face is settled to one side, her mouth half-open and her hair half-covering her face. She’s even drooling a tiny bit.I smile, patting on of her firm buttocks. Then, out of pure scientific curiosity, I lift the silken fabric that falls down between her legs. As I expected, Titsy’s not wearing a thong. The two silken fabrics are the only covering she has, and those are easy enough to push aside. You have to love a girl with easy access. Titsy is well-endowed both above and below her jewel-encrusted belt, and I admit that the inviting sight between her slightly spread legs is enough to make me consider just taking her right here and now. It is only with great reluctance and self-control that I pull my gaze away from her exposed womanhood. I bring her legs together and tie her ankles tightly. One last leather cord goes into her mouth, tied firmly behind her head. There, a trussed and unconscious acolyte. I doubt she’ll be giving me any more trouble tonight.I leave Titsy behind and creep down the winding cave passage. Ahead I see the soft glow of firelight. A soft moaning echoes down the stone walls. The flickering light from the fire grows stronger. I turn a corner, and emerge into a large open cave.The walls and floor are clear stone, worn smooth by constant use and the passage of time. A large fire is in the center of the room, the smoke funneled into a hole in the ceiling. The room is well lit, with the warm light from the fire casting a golden sheen on everything. A few plush animal skins are laid out on the stone floor near the crackling fire. A basket of oddly colored mushrooms and berries rests nearby. A little shrine is carved into the wall to the left, and a carved stone figure of a beautiful naked women, about a foot high, rests in the alcove.Against the far wall is a lovely young woman, dressed similar to the acolyte who was standing at the entrance to the cave. This woman has short, curly golden blond hair that reaches just to her chin. Her eyes, half open and rolling, are a sea blue. Her body is sweetly rounded and full, with slender arms and legs. Her breasts, while not as massive as those of her unconscious companion, are pert and perfectly rounded, fixed high and close on her chest. Her wrists are chained above her head, the chains fastened to the stone wall of the cave itself. She hangs limply from them, moaning and sighing in her drug-induced reverie.I feel more like an intruder right now than I have yet on this island. The enclosed air of the cave is heavy with incense. The woman in front of me doesn’t seem to even notice I’m here. She stares at nothing and yet at everything, her face showing how completely lost she is on whatever mind trip she is currently on.For a moment, and just for a moment, I consider leaving. This woman can’t defend herself from me, and she can’t even fight back.Then I remember that it is women like the one in front of me that are happy to sell out the other girls on this island to be hunted and impregnated, just as long as they and their friends are kept unmolested. Well then, it seems like it’s high time to do some molesting.My mind made up, I step towards the chained girl.