My rapist’s rock-hard hips kept me from closing my legs even slightly and his chiseled chest crushed my breasts against my ribcage.His penis spasmed...and quivered suddenly, and then jet after jet of thick, hot semen sputtered into my pussy. I screamed and cried, and tried to close my eyes, but he slapped me and told me to look at him. I could barely keep my eyes open. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cover my face with my hands, and cry forever.Even after draining himself into my pussy,. I spurted cum all over my self. I couldn't stop coming. We sunk back into the bed and savored our sexual moment. We napped. That night we had dinner at the resort under the moonlight. Carol had on a caftan like top with a plunging neckline, wearing it like a very short dress. We sat at a table with several other couples and two single men. We ate, drank and flirted. Carol's breasts peeked into view every time she turned around. Once dinner was over they started to play dance music. We danced. Once we got on the road and headed northeast she relaxed, and we were able to talk. Seems funny to be filling each other in on our personal lives after already deciding we love each other, but what we're learning just bears out what we know already: yes, this is real!It helped that she had called home again for an update, and her brother had told her that the IV was helping, and their mom was starting to come out of it. Apparently she still had a touch of the pneumonia she'd been fighting all. I have a craving for pain and for years I have been self-abusing. That day when I saw the two of them together, all the urges I had been feeling just rushed to the fore and I embraced my wholly submissive nature without any thought that in addition to indulging in BDSM, I was committing i****t with my son and my daughter.Since that revelation in what seems a lifetime ago, I have been the best little slave to my Master and a willing sister slave to my own daughter.My Master decided one day to.