“Oh! Oh!” she cried. Then she was looking straight at me. “Do your worst, you fucking animal! Do your worst!”It was the thing she’d told me ...hen I began writing the story. Then it had been purely in respect of the fantasy, but this… In a frenzy my hands moved as if of their own volition. I was pulling her hair with one of them, the fingers on the other digging into her neck while I pounded her as hard as I could.Meghan’s eyes seemed to roll back inside her head. Her pussy was so wet I had. .. Who do you think about?" Girls at school... like Gina." Yeah, she pretty... I guess." It had surprised me. Gina was the captain of my gymnastics team and while she did have a pretty face, her body was small and underdeveloped. She was almost completely flat-chested despite being fifteen. I'd figured he'd be more into some like Ann, even I though she was cute, but there was a rumour going around that she was bi. I was about to tell him who I thought about when I rubbed myself off, wondering. Average height ... maybe five foot five? Brown hair, medium length, glossy. Grey eyes. Figure? Hard to tell in baggy jeans and hoodies. What really caught the eye, though was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't. “Was she a full sister?” I asked.“No, she was my father’s daughter to his second wife. My mother died not long after I was born. My sister was supposed to be wed to Darin Dolton, but they say she had the madness. So they had to send her back the Mother,” Ryka said sadly.“What is the madness?” I asked. I watched her as she squatted and started skinning the rabbit. I sat down beside her.“Some young women when they reach a certain age start throwing fits and end up hurting others. Father wanted.