“See, you came through her cunt, your babies also come through your cunt. So don’t worry, relax and everything will be fine” he said and slowly ...pushed his cock.It was not fine. It was paining like hell. My cunt was burning and I started screaming.‘Sir, please take it out…Ahhhhhhh, it is paining…ohhhhh”He didn’t pause, he slowly inserted, took it out and pushed again. I was screaming and kids were frantic, but Ashok was assuring them he fucked many virgin cunts and not to worry.I was still. We sat and talked about the case. He said "we have a ton of suspects,but no real true clues for who the killer is". I said "no, there arethings that I have seen and heard that are kicking around in my mind,but no real pattern that I can find yet" I asked if they were doingconstruction again yet, but he said no. I suggested that we go and lookaround there while no one was around. After getting my breasts andvagina back on, we left.We drove out to the estate and looked around. We ran into Hectors. “You know that little cauterizer we used? A nifty device. It basically burns the flesh to seal the wound. It's great for stopping bleeding. But it can be used for other things if you are creative. Scarification is one use. It leaves a scar that is raised. It is similar to a tattoo but raised. Almost like embossing it's a permanent branding.”“We're going to leave you with two scarifications. The first will be the word rapist above your dick. A warning to others about what kind of miserable filth. So much so that Janet asked me what the private joke was. Her mother told her I slipped over in the kitchen earlier and did the splits.When Janet and I went to bed and I just laid awake thinking about her mother and it got me hard again. I eventually fell asleep.At about 2.30 the following morning I woke up as I could hear someone talking. Janet was still fast asleep, so I slid out of bed and went to the kitchen. Margaret was talking to one of her daughters, Linda on the phone. She looked over.