"Ocean, whip her arse."In the corner of my eye I saw the girl pick up a long thin cane. I closed my eyes tightly and braced myself. Bright lights flas...ed in my head. I bit my lip hard. It was so painful but I would not scream."Again."Again an explosion of pain that seemed to reach every nerve in my body."Please no more... you will kill me."I was crying and could hardly see through my hot tears. I felt the hand going between my legs again and feeling me. She was gentle and I wasn't expecting her. At first I wasn’t sure if it was inside or outside the house.When I’d entered the house I thought no one was home. If there was anyone at home that early in the afternoon it would have to be my mother. Because my sister Tina who I managed to fuck (read previous stories) was at school and my father was hardly ever in the place now, since he lived out of town for job his purposes. I listened to the sound for about half a minute, and then decided I’d better go in search of it’s source. As I moved. "Oh mom, you have no idea how happy I am right now." I thought. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I took one final look at her, then I set to work. This was it, my greatest fantasy was to become reality.I started in the most innocent place possible. To calm her down, allay her anxiety, I started with stroking her hair. It was a tiny detail, but I knew the small pleasure that came from this would make her begin to enjoy what I was doing. Her hair felt so sensual in my hands. Smooth, free. They’ll take one look at the million cutout tanks, planes, and ships and go home. Moreover, it is a way for the military to save big bucks by buying recyclable cutout cardboard instead of having to maintain tons of rusting steel. Why spend a billion dollars on one plane when you can buy my fleet of a million cutout planes for a fraction of that amount? Once I supply the military with my phony cutout tanks, ships, planes, and recruits, war as we know it will end. Of course, to make it effective.