I couldn't hold it back anymore and sobbed while his cock was ripping my insides apart. I kept my tear filled eyes on that lighted hall and wished it ...ere some kind of door that would take me away from all of this. Then through the sobs and the screams I saw two figures at the end of the hall looking down. It was my c***dren, I pushed aside all of the pain and waved for them to go back to their rooms luckily my husband never noticed. Seeing my c***dren had reminded me of who I am now and the. That wasn't a barrier, though, as long as he could handle the 'work'. When he climbed the steps and knocked on her screen door, she was standing back a couple of feet so he couldn't see her clearly."You Wendell?" Yes, Ma'am." He appeared to be about five foot six, maybe an inch or two shorter than she was. He was a good-looking kid, though. He had auburn hair that flopped over his eyes, clear skin with no zits that she could see and his arms already had the wiry muscles of someone who was no. As soon as I walked out of the classroom she grabbed me by my shirt front and pushed me against the wall kissing me hard. Our tongues clashed instantly, man this chick was an aggressive kisser! My hands ran down her figure, tracing every curve, till I felt that ass under my hands, squeezing and pulling her practically irrelevant mini skirt over her perfect peach bum."Not here!" she purred pulling away and grabbing my tie leading me down the corridor while i grabbed at her ass and kissed her. I could see it in her eyes; she knew.At first I yelled "hjŠlpa" and such and fought them best I could, but they beat me. Hit me on the back and belly with a rope end, even used a whip on me once and then a long cane. Sometimes three of them in the room at once, holding me down. I've still got the marks. When they found I was with child, they pushed a sharp thing, a spike, metal it was, I don't know what's it's called, pushed it up in me (likely a marline spike), but I think it was the beating.