I could feel my dick starting to tingle, I knew I'd have to fuck the bitchagain soon. I had a bit more water, it tasted so good. I suppose I should fi...dout the girl's name, not that it mattered, she was my slave now, at least tillI got bored. I could hear her moaning as I started down the stairs. She was kneeling onan unfinished section of plywood that was raised up off the cement floor ofthe basement, kind of like a stage. I'd attached a bunch of eye bolts overthe whole frame, that way I could. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and my breasts touched the yoga mat as he continued to savagely pound me. His powerful, muscled hind legs were thrusting so hard, it was like being hit by a locomotive. I struggled to keep the air inside my body and each powerful thrust made me feel as if I would lose consciousness.I'd experienced very rough sex in the past, but it paled in comparison to what he was doing to me. I'd never been raped before, but surely that experience had to be similar to. She started to pull away, but I wove my fingers into her hair and held her to me.When we pulled away from the kiss, she looked at me with this massive smile on her face. She got up, walked to the door, and turned off the light. I sat on the bed in complete darkness, waiting for her to sit back down next to me, but she didn't. Suddenly I heard the distinctive sound of her unzipping her jeans, and the light crumpling noise of fabric hitting the wooden floor. I caught my breath as I felt her hands. She is so nice to me that I never wanted her to know in case she made me go away. I don't ever want to go back to foster care. They were so mean, and never fed me enough. I will be eighteen in a few weeks, and then I will tell her."As I stripped I looked her body over again. If she had not told me, she was almost eighteen, I would still have thought she could not be more than thirteen at best."Can you show me how good it is supposed to feel? I saw how the girls liked it when you were inside.