The crack of leather against my assfilled my ears like thunder, and lightning was the pain. Jets ofelectricity shooting up my spine, forcing me to arc... my back and liftmy head. I was whimpering like a puppy, howling like a bitch in heat.Every sound I made hurt with its desperate escape, leaving the rest ofme behind to writhe in agony."That cunt belongs to me, bitch," daddy said. "That mouth of yours?That cockhole is mine, slut, understand me? That cocksucking assholeof yours too. All of it. My happiest moments during this transition have been when I've gone outand had no special attention paid to me. I was seen as just another womangoing about her business, and it was marvelous. That's one reason I'vepicked the wardrobe I have, so I dont get people staring at me.This isnt about making people feel sorry for me.Anyone who knows my story knows I've had a few bad things happen to me.But I know others with lives that make mine look like a walk through thepark. I've been pitied, while. ................I've talked to you before about how I was chasing that "slutty" feeling when I was experimenting and learning about sex? I started to have that feeling when I was blowing Bruce in front of my sister..............I really loved it, even if I didn't love every part of the sex I was having..............you make me feel like that, lover, like a slutty whore when I get it on with you.............that's why I will do anything you or I can think up." "His dick really filled up my. After all that groundwork I would probably have gone out with Anton even if he had not spiked my drink. But without that he would never had fucked me without a condom - and never, never here, in your house."I held her while she was weeping. No wonder that some of the girls had been walking on eggshells around me. What was done was done, Anton was dead and his lackeys weren't in our school any more. We were left to gather the pieces, to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I kept on holding.