Christy and I were still in school, though she would be a senior hernext year, and I would just be starting high school as a freshman. Shewas gearing ...p for college already, and seemed a shoe-in for anyscholarships she wanted. Christy was a brain; always in the top 5% ofher class, rarely getting a "B" on any report card, while I seemed tostruggle in every class I took. Teachers constantly reminded me abouthow smart or talented she was, and asked me "Why couldn't I be more likeher?" She was on. I had no problems with my body.I'd been sexually active for quite some time. My friend Amanda Frazier jokes about me being "into watersports"-you know, peeing-and there's some truth to that, but it's exaggerated. I've done it a few times, and found it nastily erotic and exciting, but it's not something I do all the time. However, I think I waxed rhapsodic about it a bit too enthusiastically to Amanda once or twice. Oh, well!What I do like is sex. I don't apologize for it. I don't think I have a. The bastard knows. He knew this would be more humiliating than the ****. The fucker knew that making her cum on his cock without her Master?s permission was the lowest most degrading thing he could do to her. He entered her. His cock was huge and filled her already used pussy. One of the others teased her clit with the vibe. she tried to feel nothing but as he started fucking her, she couldn?t help it. No! ?No. No. NO!? she screamed. Without thinking, she struggled against her restraints. It. She was utterly spent. The dendrites in her hair were resolving now, releasing her head, which would have fallen from exhaustion, had it not already been resting on her chest. Her legs were being moved forward now as well into a more relaxed position. She moaned in pain when they started to move, after their long accommodation in their previous stretched position. It took her joints several minutes to adjust back into their new state. Her knees were allowed to bend now, and she was brought to.