The rifle was in the closet, standing in the corner. It was loaded, 18 long-rifle hollow point rounds in its tubular magazine.In bare feet, shivering ...n fear and the cold air of the night, he grasped his rifle and jacked the lever down and back, sliding a bullet into the breech. This also cocked the prominent thumb-hammer back, ready to fire. From long habit, Graydon slid his index finger through the trigger guard. His thumb on the hammer held it down. Downstairs the violence raged but he could. And his intuition proved correct, as Derek was subtly writhing in his brand new, sexy stockings.Zane began kissing Derek's calves, firm but not ferocious. He lingered on the calves for some time, slowly working his way up to his boyfriend's thighs. There Zane went wild, feeling Derek's thighs with his fingertips, being driven insane by the sensation of the nylon--kissing Derek's taut thighs, tasting Derek's new pantyhose. All this time, Derek's writhing became more pronounced, with soft moans. Mene kaha mene sab dekha jo tum kar rahi thi, par kya tum muze nahi bataugi tum kya kar rahi thi? Vo sarmane lagi, to mene kaha tum batati ho ki me papa ko aavaj doo.. Vo boli me batati hu, me henaa khuja rahi thi. Bas. Mene kaha aacha me bhi to dekhu kaha khuja rahi thi. Vo boli yaha, vo apni chut ki taraf issara kar ke boli. Mene kaha aabhi to ek hi shart he ki me papa se baat na kahu, to vo boli kya? Mene kaha ek bar me bhi vaha khujana chahta hu, vo boli nahi.. Mene kaha to phir thik he. Each time he thrust into her was painful, and her now raw clitoris, dry and unprotected stung, as her thighs pulled apart stopped her from moving and giving herself any respite. She lay there looking up at the high beams above her, the metal hooks ominous as they hung down from the heavy wooden struts, with chains attached. Closing her eyes she tried to sleep, to close her mind to the terror, but her pounding head and the pain in her small body kept her awake, listening for the sound of the key.