Ar hare dupatte se mera muhh bandh diya…Jisse anju ki panty mere muhh m hi rae gae…Phir aunty ne apne kameez ar salwar utar diya …Ar unke bade b...de boob bra m chupe pure dikh rae the..Unhone phir per bhi bhi dupatte se bandh di…Ar doggy style mai karke ache tight saree bhi bandh ..Ab mai bilkul bhai hil nahi paa raha tha…Phir unhone anju se belt liya aur mere bum par marme shuru kardiya…M seekh raha tha…Awaz nahi aa pa rahi..Wo lagatarr marti jaa rae thi…Mera bum laal hone ke baad chill usme se. It stopped. Pure relief."Now, this is to remember." I was confused. Then..... crack!!! White-hot fire across my bottom! I screamed into the gag. It must have been a cane, or something like it.Another.... yowwwww!!! No. No. Too much.Another.... the pain was.... too much....I felt nearness to my head. "Listen, slut. That was just a taste. Understand? You will *always* be keen and enthusiastic to accept my cock. OK?"I moaned and nodded. "Good. Now, where were we?"My legs were pulled apart, my body. • • •“There’s nothing in the world dumber than multiplying fractions,” Emily groaned in frustration, holding the cordless phone between her cheek and her shoulder. “No one uses fractions in real life.” Several months of their freshman year had passed by in a flash, and she was alone on the floor of her messy room, picking away at her algebra homework.“What about, you know, in cooking? Measuring cups, tablespoons and stuff,” Brian pointed out, his voice tinny and distant through the phone’s. She looked like a girl. Slim, narrow hipped, her dark blonde hair fanned out above her face. He reached down and closed the eye he could see, and then he had looked at the bloody stump of her left arm. There wasn't much left, a very clean cut.What had he seen? He had helped to bury them and even said a few words over the grave since no one else seemed willing to do so. But what had he seen? The stump looked like what a butcher might do cutting a leg from a sheep or lamb. Right through the joint.