It was Dec. 25, 2014. I was home for winter break from school, and I had made a pact with some of my friends that we would each come out to our famili...s. Going to the movies on Christmas night is one of my family's traditions. At the movie theater, two rows below me to the left was a gay couple, and I remember my brother cracking a joke about them. A switch went off in my brain, and anger filled my body. I was fed up with hearing remarks like that for the past 9 years of knowing and saying. All through her orgasm, I keep fucking her. I want to put my hands underneath her and cup her breasts but they are squashed against the tree. I smack her arse once more for good measure as I pull half way out of her. I am close to cumming myself and decide that I would have to go out in a blur of motion. I fuck my cock into her several more times and then, while it is inside, I stand on tip toe, grab her hips and thrust my arse wildly. My cock remains inside all the time, it is only travelling. Alana was ugly. Alana was disfigured. Alana was the Scarface. Alana had to cover her ugly face lest she scared away visitors.It was early morning, but her day had gone to the underworld already. She looked accusingly into the highly polished pewter plate that served as mirror. Even the imperfect image showed the scars on her left cheek where the hot coals had forever destroyed her beauty. And beautiful she had been! At fourteen, the young nobles had already vied for her favour.Everything had. Dispensing with the adult porkers was no trouble and while the women started cleaning them, Biltee, Cowta, and I kept watch as the race between children and mobile ham got underway. Thankfully the escapees were very reluctant to leave the area where their parents were last seen alive.Watching the pig scramble was hilarious. The children were dedicated to catching them and the small pigs were just as dedicated to staying free. Reluctance to leave their dead parents was their downfall though..