..Please?...Hurt me and **** me...Pretend I'm somestupid little girl that did you wrong...Go ahead...Make this bitch pay!" I intend to, you stupid cun...!...So...You want to get roughed up, do youwhore!...This is for you cunt!" the boy yelled.Cumbag saw stars with his first punch. He laughed as he rabbit punched her facetree more times. Cumbag's head fell to the table as the stars she was seeingbecame brighter. As she felt the straps being placed on her she heard anotherboy speak as her head was. “Where is she now?” mommy asked. “Oh she napped for a while and then she said she had to have a drink and she left,” Bobby said.Mommy looked at daddy and said, “It’s a good idea about locking the door. We’ll do it when we leave in the morning just like if you kids weren’t here.”A couple days later I woke up thinking how safe Bobby and I were in a house where the outside world was locked out. We could do anything we wanted to do. I wondered if he would ever try to kiss me again. Maybe if I. I felt myself getting wet again as my hands crept towards the renewed bulge in his pants. I leaned in towards him, kissing him and biting his ear. He took the hint. Rodney grabbed me by the hand and started to take me upstairs. I grabbed on to my husband and beckoned him to come with us. Rodney headed straight for the master bedroom this time. Our bedroom, the one that belonged to my husband and I, where our marital bed was kept. Rodney picked me up and put me on my back, half my ass dangling. Undoing the latches he flung the lid back and reached into the chest, calling out to her."Here, take this," he held out a jeweled rapier in a scabbard with belt and a bundled metal garment. "These were your Mother's, before she put them up to be a healer."Rooting around in the box he removed a sword belt and scabbard and set it aside and withdraw a finely made mail shirt. Slipping on the mail shirt he stood and began buckling on the sword belt. He looked over and saw her staring at him blankly.