I rang the bell of the house and aunt opened it and looked at me at my torn clothes and scratched body. I told her that a dog did this to me. She beli...ved it and took me to her room. Uncle looked at me at this condition. He got a good stare at my boobs and ass. At the same night uncle came to the my room and raped me by gagging my mouth and restraining me to the bed. He liked caressing my boobs so violently that the marks imprinted on my white skin. He kept me restrained to the bed and left me. .and even Doctor Echo."I sighed as I named off some of our worst villains. "None of them wasas bad as this..."I reached down and cupped my tits, feeling both curious and self-conscious as I did so. I shook my head and let out a sigh, realizingthat my attempt to distract myself had worked in a way. My emotions hadstabilized a bit, but now I was left feeling mostly depressed. My lifehad been going nowhere fast for a long time, ever since high schoolended. My career as a super hero was over. . That she was crying was highly unusual. The only time that Tommy could remember she cried was when she broke her arm. So when Tommy walked in a couple of minutes later he didn’t hesitate to try to comfort her. He knew that a hug can solve a lot of hurts.She didn’t really know it was Tommy who was hugging her but she thought it was. It felt so good and so warm that she started to feel better almost immediately. But she was crying because she wanted more than a hug, much more. Tommy had bent over. Part of her wondered what he was using as a lubricant as his grasping hand slid with effortless ease along the glistening thick hard shaft. The rest of her just stared at his immense member. She was mesmerized, much like a tiny bird caught in the hypnotic gaze of a hungry snake just before the fatal strike and swallow.“Oh Jennifer!” Billy moaned roughly, addressing the character from his favorite stupid show. “Oh God, I wanna fuck you! I wanna fuck you so bad! I, I’ll use dad’s handcuffs to.