Had Suzie known of the crowd outside the hut looking in, she may have been turned on by it, or worried, but she was oblivious. Her whole existence was...the huge cock banging away at her, belonging to a man she had not actually even seen properly. Not as fast as his father, but more powerful with his thrusts, the owner of the cock was in it for just his own pleasure, not caring that he was giving the English missionary one of the fucks of her life.The third son was fucking her when Suzie passed. But nobody around here really cares, because slut trafficking has been in effect for almost 77 years now. They have absolutely no rights and no one cares about them. Not even the sluts themselves cares about their own lives, only the pleasure of men. You see, in factories where the nasty sluts are born, the moment they are pushed out they are sent to training facilities. From birth they are then taught to worship men and their cocks. They are taught how to suck dicks, eatcor drink whatever is. Now it was my time to admire her. She had grown so quickly into alovely young lady.I turned her facing the mirror. Her eyes went wide. I think, shecouldn't imagine that she could look that lovely and (if I may say so)hot. They boys would go crazy to get a chance with her. But fat chance!She was MY little girl!After what seemed like an eternity to me I took her by the waist anddrove her along some other rail towards the door at the end of thebasement's hallway. I opened the door for her and. Keeping my eyes closed, I hoped to fool them into thinking I was still out, but my muffled moan had already given away the ruse."Looks like our little nerd has come back to us," I heard Robbie's taunting voice come closer to me at the same time I felt his switches approaching. "Looks like he needs a little encouragement to WAKE UP!" Robbie punctuated his words with a fist to my gut, a split second before I could move his switches. My eyes bulged, as all the air in me was forcefully expelled,.