The men seemed to be talking to each other, taking swigs off their foul liquor and admiring her body. She could see their eyes stare into her very sou..., and it was apparent what they wanted. She got a look at their large intimidating filthy forms, and when they began to close in on her, she took a few steps back, running into the damp dirty wall behind. All of a sudden, the older male gripped onto her neck and pulled her forth. She could feel his warm dirty tongue all over her neck, as he took. I opened the door, and there were two military officers in dress uniforms coming up my sidewalk."OH GOD NO! MATT!" I screamed. My heart dropped to my feet. Matt can't be dead. He can't be dead. I started to faint, and one of the officers caught me before I hit the ground. They brought me in the house and sat me down in a chair.Matt wasn't dead. He had been wounded when a roadside bomb had gone off under his Humvee. His best buddy, sitting next to him, had been blown to pieces, but his body. I have violated her, more so than hanging her from the ceiling of canning her has done yet. She hates me, but now she hates herself. This will do for now.I take my cane from her, still standing behind her."Arms at you side."Still crying from this new shame visited upon her, she complies. WHIP. A new red stripe marks her left cheek."94. Thank you daddy, can I have another?"I raise my arm back."Do you know why I chose you, Rapewhore?" WHIP. A sister mark roses on her right cheek."95. Thank you. He likes rope, alligator clips, duct tape, and simple household objects.He also showed them his collection of gags. He has ball gags with big rubber balls and spider gags like dentists use to hold your mouth open. His favorite was a leather gag that he strapped around my head forcing the attached 3-inch long penis shaped dildo into my mouth.He made me demonstrate them all and made me attempt to talk, to demonstrate the different levels of effectiveness of each one at keeping me quiet.“Making.