Now, please keep in mind, this didn't mean my parents didn't care about me. They loved me dearly, and my father worked himself ragged trying to provid... for us. My mother was a wonderful cook who kept a clean and bright house. She taught us all well, and raised us properly. Perhaps she would be called abusive now.But I don't think that when I experimented with arson when I was five years old, it was abusive of her to spank my ass so hard I couldn't sit for a few days. Sometimes a child needs to. We all looked a mess; many of the girls were having trouble walking (for some in our group anal sex was new, and it looked like their assholes took a beating) we were all taken upstairs and out guys help by feeding us and giving us drinks. Looking around we all had cum in our hair, running down our legs, our asses were red, many of the girls with larger breasts had quit a bit of bruising to their breasts, nipples were very swollen, faces were swollen and had cum splattered across. After the. It grew louder and louder, until she could actually feel the ground quiver with its force, and then a monster from out of her worst nightmares stepped over the trunks of trees that had toppled before its might and strode out into the clearing."Godzilla?" her father breathed, his mouth falling open. "Somebody pinch me! Hey, not you!"The creature that seemed to be the leader of their captors backed away as though disappointed, using one clawed front paw to dislodge another fragment of shirt from. She decided that he would do for her task.He wore black baggy jeans and a dumb look on his face.“Hey, I’m Piper.” she said to him.“Hey,” he didn’t say much.His shorter friend snickered.“Can I borrow you for a second?”She tried to put on her charming smile, but she felt too dazed to get it right. She hoped she could manage.“What, you need to take a yearbook picture or something?”“Yeah, it’ll be quick, I promise,” she smiled.He shrugged, “Sure, what the fuck.”She only had a few minutes, so she.