I loved the feeling of control I had over it.I clearly remember the pulsing of the shaft as jets of cum coursed upward through it and out. I had gotte... used to the taste and got to the point where I always cleaned up every drop of his cum with my tongue. I liked the sensation of watching his cock shrivel up as I licked about on it. Dad would just lay back, smile contently, and watch me do this.One evening he brought out a video, and allowed me to watch a man and woman actually doing a real. When they were older, the nuns assumed that cleanliness was a habit. So they weren't watched anymore or herded to the showers.On occasion during those years, in her dirty phases, she even went so far as to not wipe her butt for days at a time. Looking back later, it was dumb. But they were kids, and it was a protest of sorts.Susan couldn't help recalling her involvement in last nights spectacle. Even though the men hadn't touched her, she sensed she was the cause of the extraordinary treatment. I bend down and inspect the younger woman. I part her labia and feel how the smell of her dead pussy hits me like a train. There are traces of semen and judging by her bright red face, she seems to have suffocated while being raped. I take a careful photo of her body for reference and proceed to the dark-haired woman. Her face is frozen in a painful grimace. Her dress is rolled up over her legs and reveals her bloody cunt. The knife is deeply embedded in her pussy and I try to jerk it out. Her throat became dry, her stomach knotted, with anticipation. This was uncharted territory for her, as she knew it was for her mother. The door opened as Hunter returned. He had changed and now wore some kind of black Nazi uniform. His thin lips curled into a thin smile. “From this moment on you will do exactly as I tell you. If not you will feel the consequences! To demonstrate!”Lorrain saw he held a small handset, the size of a matchbox. He pointed it at her. She felt a stinging pain in her.