Millers for almost six months now loving every minute of being his personal slut. Ever since hed raped me then gotten my father to let me come help hi...m out around his farm Id been coming to stay every weekend. Id had a birthday, and was fourteen now. My brown hair had grown to my shoulders because Mr. Miller likes long hair, my green eyes were still bright and even though my tits had grown out of my 32B cup they werent quite at a C yet so my bras were too little. I hadnt grown any taller so I. .. It was a state of the art system. That pattern meant an intruder was in the house.At first she thought Mrs. Miller had forgot to reset it when she took Kenny to school, it was a bad habit she had. But she remembered the repeated admonitions from her husband about never taking anything for granted, so she went to check.There was a man in her kitchen, with his head in the fridge. A man she didn't recognize."Who are you? What do you want?"The man turned around with a bottle of orange juice and. That’s when I felt him kneeling between my legs. Before I got a change he pushed my legs wide open and placed his hard cock between my pussy lips. I started screaming that this wasn’t the deal that he needed to get off of me. But he just looked at me with a smile on his face and said “there nobody around you can scream as loud as you want you slut, but we both know that you want me to fuck you”. “No please stop, I’m a virgin you can’t do this to me” I cried and tried to push him off of me. But. He was somewhat shorter than I. The hint of a smile played about his lips as if he had just heard a joke and was smiling now in the most natural way. I took a deep breath. Here I was in my room with two dead bodies. The air on the room was chilling and smelled of the dead body corpus. I began to explain the situation, but he gave his head a slight shake to signal that it was unnecessary for me to say anything. Holding the door open inward, he ushered me into the hallway, and after a quick.