Christine had the manners befitting a child of a musician who was a member of the bourgeoisie, which made her too refined for the lowly position in wh...ch she found herself. Had her father lived, she knew he intended to complete her vocal training and then assist her in a pursuit of a career on the opera stage. Her father strongly believed in her ability, but if his dreams of having her sing went awry, he had planned to make arrangements that would provide her with sufficient education or. Lastly, he tied Kayla’s hands. This was less difficult.After that, Seth picked Kayla up and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He took the cases off of hispillows and used them to fasten the taped hands and feet to the headboard and footing of the bed. Seth grabbedA pair of scissors from the nightstand drawer, and cut off the tights of Kayla’s, exposing her bare twelve year old legs.At the same time, Seth pulled off her sandals she was wearing. He then sliced the straps of her wings,and. . serve you!” He gasped his hands held out in supplication.“Really Halfgan?”She asked softly.“How sweet and bitter the irony that you will beg for your existence.”The corpse flung itself at her feet.“Please please I do beg you don’t send me back to the White Lady! I can do many….”But she cut him short.“Did she beg Halfgan?” Halfgan paused and tilted his ruined face up.“What?” He asked, confused.“Your stepdaughter. Did she beg you to stop when you raped her? Did she beg you not to hurt her? Did. I like a guy that takes his time with it.” She said. My patience had its desired affect. I switched sides and repeated slowly kissing up her thigh until I reached her junction. I could smell her sweet musk of excitement, that mixed with the smell of her sun tan lotion she applied earlier. It was driving me crazy, and I needed more.“Lift your butt up.” I said as I hooked my fingers into her bikini bottoms. She shifted her hips and raised as I pulled them down. At this point I was shaking. Right.