. hell out of me.)But. As I was saying. I have cursed people to their own figurativehells before, but I had never thought of this particular hell th...t I wasliving through ... and what made it particularly vicious was how thesebrutes put their imaginations to work to employ virtually no powers otherthan their mammalian bodies and what was around them.Now, granted, they didn't result to outright physical torture. We wereat the job, of course, and certain pretenses must be maintained. But. Susan sprawled naked on top of her covers and listened to the sounds of the orgy that filtered through her closed door and wished that she could join her brother and friends in their sexual romp, but if she was going to stick with her decision to let her father pop her cherry she had no choice in the matter. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that she'd be able to join the others the next night - fuck, she'd be able to join them after breakfast if her father popped her cherry first. She was feeling so ashamed. Her brother, her friends, her teachers, everyone had taken her for what she always knew she was: a slut, a whore, a mere depository for anyone's cock cum and pussy juice. She couldn't cry. And she couldn't laugh. This was exactly what she knew she deserved. All she could do was wait in the dark and see what her brother and his friends had in store for her tonight. There were six cars in the driveway and who knows how many guys (and girls?) came in each. Her mind. I lifted my face to the cold shower and the water splashedonto my closed eyelids and into my mouth and ears. I turnedlanguidly and positioned my body so the shower of waterhit directly onto my sensitive clit. I reached out for thesoap and lathered my cunt liberally, prodding my fingersdeep inside trying to emulate the feelings your prick arousedin me.Carelessly I dropped the slippery soap onto the tilesbeneath my feet. Blinded by the cascading water I gropedin the darkness trying to retrieve.