Union law gives me the right to divorce myself from my parents. I am not sure how the legal status is with Uncle Sam being my legal guardian, now that...you are bot alive and back.”Martha kept sighing. “I made terrible decisions and in a way, I am as guilty as Paul. I can not even begin to understand the emotional damage I caused to you over all those years.”“Maybe you can’t understand it, dear Martha.” The old man was suddenly awake. “Your father and your mother haven’t heard much of you and you. You've become an obedient little fucktoy who lets men do whatever they want with her, and you helped pass on what you're learning to Erica and to so many other girls. I'm pleased with you, and your blackmailer is too."Laura jumped a little. She had suspected her blackmailer and the clinic must be working together. Now she knew for sure."Now you're pregnant by your brother, who is going to regularly rape you for the rest of your life. The only money you make is from fucking men. You. I reach down with my left hand and take a handful of hair, not pulling hard, but making sure that your head remains high, and to help you feel secure. I squeeze my fingers in your hair and smile as I hear a slight moan escape from your mouth.I rub small circles over your ass a few times and then *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* three more spanks to your ass cheeks. I take a moment to massage where I swatted and to feel the heat begin to grow on your ass. *SWAT SWAT SWAT* Alternating ass cheeks as the color. "We'll go now," Michel said simply and I knew he meant to take me to his home, to his lair.I was safe now. If he'd wanted to kill me he'd have done it already. Michel had been more interested in seeing my reactions in the church, for that was the place we'd first met, while I'd still been a young novice. And he'd raped me there, on that altar. Bitten me as well, and I'd been very near death that night, but he'd stopped himself and let me live. He knew what I was, what I wanted, and he'd let me.