Something about being abducted on my way to a park and being CNC raped. Idk what else to call it so excuse my use of the word. As a survivor of molest...tion and rape in the past I fully own how painful that word can be. No I won't talk about my past experiences here.This is me, rewriting the plot to the movie reel that plays in my head. This is a fantasy. It is intense and probably more extreme than I'd do in real life. No one knows what the future holds. Head my trigger warning. Read only if. "What's her name?" Not her. Him." For the first time, my mother looked distressed."It wouldn't have been so bad to be deserted for a younger woman. Butfor a man..." she tailed off. "For a while now, he'd been coming homevery late on Thursday evenings. Said he had a regular teleconferencewith the company's offices in the USA, and that the meeting had to betimed late to fit in with the Los Angeles office. Turns out he wasspending his evenings at a club. Messalina's. That's where he. But Moira was singing it in heartbreaking fashion while sitting on the bed next us. I was lying down, holding Saralinda, who was still out, though at this point, it was simply sleep. Troubled sleep. Every few minutes, she'd start REM dreaming, and often would thrash about in obvious distress. I tried to calm her without waking her when that happened. I had no idea what time it was, or how long we'd been in Moira's room.Once she'd stabilized, Gary and I had carried Saralinda upstairs to Moira's. I turned my desk chair around, and unbuttoned my trousers. She came over, and with a provocative move, sat down on her knees. I helped her pulling down my trousers and undies, and let her take control after that. Just as she was ready to grab my cock, the door opened. ‘What are you doing?’ someone said with a shocking voice ‘Oh come on, I couldn’t help myself.’ Cindy replied ‘Let him go! He is mine now.’ It was then that I recognized that voice. It was Nadine walking around the desk,.