Forcing a finger through one of the holes she had made, I felt the wet, warm entrance to her pussy, this made her shudder, rather than ripping the tig...ts, I forced my finger in further, dragging lacy fabric between her soaking lips, sending more shudders of delight through her, and causing her to make much more lubrication. She was writhing about, legs and arms were in no control, this young girl was totally out of control. I could see the wetness on the smooth nylon, her flat stomach forcing. A final look in the mirror. I knew exactly how I looked. I flashed myreflection a grin.A few moments later, I stood in the narthex. I looked up the nave towardthe chancel.He was there. He was smiling my way. I was no longer ashamed to say he washandsome. The fact is, he was. I say it freely now; he was handsome.A handsome groom.I steeled myself for the slow processional march up the nave. Focus.Focus. Focus. I'm only concerned about my three-meter space; I controlthat; ignore everything else. I. “We raped her. All of us.” The words made Lauren boil. She lunged for Thomas, but Wesley and Joey held her back. They slammed her onto the table and ripped at her clothes as she screamed. Her breasts bounced softly as she struggled. And once her pants and thong were off, Thomas couldn't stop gazing at her shaved cunt. “Wesley, you take her first. She's your sister.” Wesley stepped between her legs as she cried. “Please, no,” she sobbed. Then he dropped his pants and rammed deep into her. The. They let me sleep, peacefully, for the next thirty-six hours and when I woke up again I still felt like I needed a nap of another week, if not two ... but at least we were all still alive.Even before I’d fully opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn’t in my own bed. But that thought was silly; of course I wasn’t in my own bed, because I didn’t have a bed anymore. Or a house to put it in either.All gone Kaboom, along with all of the Abattoir, South Hell, and a decent chunk of North Hell as well..