Claire walked with the confidence so many beautiful women have,knowing she was being watched with admiration or envy, and now she wastrying to help me... find that same confidence, but not as her brother,but as the girl she was calling Sara, her sister. She was gracefulwhile I had always felt like a klutz, only that had seemed todisappear the moment I saw the girl I had become, just before we wentto the party. As we walked in the house I tried to be as graceful asClaire was, then mom told me to go. They all fucked me, raped me and mercillesly humiliated and beat me. At the end of the night, at the dawn they covered all my body with insulted words like bitch, cunt, whore, free, fuck, restrained me, put me in chains and took me to a forest where they all pissed over me and left me out there.”“Well done ratchel, well done…. You recited it very well, hearing it out of your mouth was great.” Ratchel was still sobbing of this humiliation. “I think you deserve a part of your fantasy, don’t you. From behind the bathroom door, an arm reached around my waist. The handof another grabbed my throat."Scream, and I'll snap your pretty neck," the man growled."Please don't hurt me!" I shuddered. "Where's my husband?" That's irrelevant. You should think about your own safety."The beast pushed me down on the thick carpet. Before I could get up, heknelt between my legs and pressed my back to keep me down."No, please!" I squirmed to get away, but the man was too strong. Mybody went limp. I was too. On impulse I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course. Please. Please, just…take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one will know. Just dont kill me! She whispered suddenly, trying to look innocent. They all said the same stupid shit, I thought irritably. I was already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the button pop out. Again with the kicking and thrashing. Why do they always fight? They never win. Foolish little sluts… I pulled out my dick, not.