“You're doing so well,” I tell her softly, “I'm almost there now.” I push a little harder and her wetness allows the knuckle of my thumb to sl...de right inside her. She must feel the difference because her eyes widen in surprise and she begins to pant and moan at the same time, though this time her body is completely still. I'm impressed that such a petite frame could take a fisting from someone as tall as me on the first attempt, and I feel a sudden surge of pride at her determination and. I pictured being grounded for the rest of my life, made to attend Sunday School until I was thirty."Just come up here!" My mom yelled."Okay, okay," my dad said, turning around and heading back upstairs. I only emerged from my hiding place when I heard the basement door latch shut. To this day, I don't know if he saw my bra sitting on the couch, or our clothes on the floor.Jackie emerged from the bathroom, eyes wide and frightened. "Is he gone?" she whispered.I nodded, standing up and walking. It took surprisingly little time – a few minutes at most – until Avernus lay completely still, eyes open and unblinking, blood barely trickling out of the wound anymore. His skin was ghastly pale, but his expression oddly content. He was dead, I could feel it – I only wished someone could close his eyes for him.This was our penultimate step in the plan Avernus had concocted: a blood magic-fueled sleep spell, something hundreds of times more powerful than a normal entropy-based sleep,. I then heard dad say, "She loves being a cock whore". With that the second man grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me off his cock and slapped my face hard, each blow forcing my head sideways. "You a fuckin' cock whore?" he asked me. I looked up at him, tears starting to run down my cheeks, "Yes, I'm a fuckin' cock whore" I answered back. "I love sucking on fuckin' cocks" I added, "Getting fucked by hard cocks". I knew dad would be pleased with my answers and back into my mouth the man.