Day 13

She sat cross legged in front of the fire, staring into the dancing flames with a morose expression on her pretty face.

This wasn’t fair; it wouldn’t go away.

She squirmed, hoping to relieve the pressure. No, it was still there.

Laying back in the dirt, she slide her hand over the smoothness of her belly, fingers strolling down further and only stopping when her slender digits played over wet lips. A finger dipped between the pouting flesh, finding that throbbing nub and rubbing.

Soon she was writhing in the dirt, husky moans lifting to the night air. Screams soon followed as her muscles contracted hard, making her jerk against the earth as she came violently.

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The Story of V

She heard her Branded sister fall, and then another Branded did the same. Running, gasping for air, she found them and stood over them protectively, worried that a Hunter might come and drag them off while they were so helpless.

Finally, they recovered, and they both sprinted off. She climbed to the top of a hill to watch what they were doing, hand lifting to cover a gasp as she realized there was a third Branded running… and shooting at the first two.

It was she who had downed the Branded, her own sisters!

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