He had me over the proverbial barrel, after-all, I had been writing about such abuses since my girlhood, and my writings did nothing to mask my pleasu...e about being fucked in all manner of settings and places, so why now, why scream, just let him have his fun, clean up and continue shopping, that way I will succeed in enhancing my reputation as a sex goddess, and give more credibility to my story telling.'Never fucking mind who I am, we know who you are, you fucking slut'. His voice was thick. I was still playing when my step dad knocked on my door, then slipped into my room once I’d acknowledged him. In the distance I could hear the shower running so I figured mom was cleaning up before heading to bed. Blaine, as soon as he’d stepped inside and shut my door again, came right over and took a seat next to me on my bed. “How’s it going, Sam.” he inquired, then rested his closest hand on my right asscheek. All I had on was the silk robe and I seriously doubted he missed that fact. I. "Chris." Now what do I call you? According to the book, there's someone by thename of Gianetta. Is that you?"She looked down at her feet and nodded her head. It had been a long timesince she had been called that name."Well then how about I call you that or Gia for short then?" said Chris"It sounds a lot better than 'hey you'." Gia is fine," she wrote."Okay well,now that you're clean and fed why don't you go back to bed,it's still late," said Chris yawning while looking at the clock. "Damnit's 3. The old red mist blurred me and I stepped to herI asked if I could help her, startling her initially, but she nodded a shy yes. I freed her dress, which just about reached her dimpled knees, clamped my hand over her mouth and lifted her the short distance to the van. Fat, heavy, but no match for my strength, she wriggled furiously as I slid the side door open and bundled her in onto some empty plastic cement and sand bags. A dirty rag was in easy reach and I stuffed it into her mouth and.