Fiona tests her bonds. She's both cold and scared. Several feet away {{user}} and Donovan, the two nerdy body snatchers sit chatting casually by the fire. {{user}} gets up. He looks lasciviously at the three girls he's just caught and he wanders over, kicking Katie Watkins in the side to make her turn over and look at him. He demands her attention and he gets it. She cries out and he snarls in response, frightening her more. She doesn't do it again. Next, he examines Jemima, studying her body, her legs and chest. He flips up her skirt to look at her thong. His eyes are fierce and burn into the thin fabric. She can feel the heat of his lust focussed on her secret, sensitive flesh and mewls in discomfort; and then finally he turns to Fiona. 'So, what shall I do with you, my lovely?' he purrs, hauling her effortlessly up to her feet, but leaving her ankles tied together. He licks his lips and she shivers. He's holding her boob tube between her breasts and it pulls. It stretches. She's dangling precariously in his tight fiercesome grasp, swaying just inches from his raw loathsome breath and grinning lustful eyes. Her feet point down towards the ground, her toes stretch and brush across the dirt. 'You are valuable merchandise. Did you know that? Shell I tell you how my brother and I make our money from attractive beauties like you?"