"Need some help do you, well I've got just the thing" mmm mmm" I was beginning to wobbleFrom the same bag she then got a length of white coloured rope...about ahalf inch diameter or thicker, she started pulling it out and the I sawit, the end was knotted out in a noose."mnmn mnm nooo" or some such mutterings, she didn't take any notice buthad one big smile on her face. She put the rope through an eye bolt in theceiling so that the rope fell down towards the floor but kept hold of thenoose which. Blam! Another hit and another one and another one. They kept coming. My face red, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body shaking and curled up trying to protect itself but it didn't work. My Father's hand kept my hands in place while the other one kept coming at my face. He was drunk again, way too drunk. I was crying, begging, pleading him to stop, but he didn't. My mother stood behind him yelling and screaming trying to pull him off me but he kept pushing her to the floor. "Shut up bitch!" he. He had to do a double take, he’d seen her when she walked in- how’d she change from strict school teacher to slutty stripper? His cock twitched.“Perfect.”She gave him that same roguish smile and kissed his cheek.Anne-Marie was waiting at the door for her. “So, you decided to come down?” Her friend was excited.She nodded and flashed a quick smile.“Awesome. So, there’s a bunch of horny, sexy, guys down at the end. I’m sure they’d like to get a look at you. Can you dance?”“Wouldn’t be here if I. He opened my legs and forced himself into me. I don't know why, but it felt good. My pussy was wet, probably still because on the way to Carla's home I was rubbing my cunt on the cycle-seat while imagining what I would do with Carla.He raped me, but in the end the piece of cloth was removed from my mouth and I was kissing him back. His dick was ripping me, I was still not used to such a huge object, but I came, I came, I came... I still remember this as my best fuck ever, and I don't think.