She just had to find proof.Christine knew now what had happened to her little brother she stillneeded to find proof. Official reports said that her br...other had died ina fire and that her brother was the only child of Melissa Wisecarver.But her mother had a lot of reach had a lot of powerful friends and shewas very wealthy. But so was Christine and she was even more determined to get to thebottom of this conspiracy against her. These conflicting reports on herfamily was starting to piss her off.. The girl tried to get up with difficulty, her dress ripped open, her teats bitten, weals and bruises commensurate with rape and sodomy, the oozing blood left unwashed from her tortured body. She was pale, weak, and riven hot with fever, barely able to stand. Again, Briant had despatched her off to the Inn, a private room for both innocent victims, full board and nursing care. Handley the coachman was reminded, with a disarming smile, to “get receipts for all, John, and no adding a sly penny. .. Aggg, shit, shit."He yanked down her thong panties, pushing his hands between trembling thighs to her lightly haired pussy. They began to struggle again as he held her waist, raising her, his cock slapping against her crotch."No, no, nooo!" She screamed kicking and writhing, her hands burning at the wrists.He gripped her butt lifting her onto his cock."Hold still you bitch, uggh that's it uggggggghh!"Her sweaty pussy yielded gulping his dick as he lowered her butt. "Ugghhh!" She groaned. Dad won’t care.”Sophie’s rage seemed to only intensify. Her eyes wide as she stared and struggled for a response. Instead she whirled around, screaming out, “Mom!” and stormed from our bedroom.I couldn’t help but smile for my fleeting victory. They were rare and I was sure that Sophie would get her revenge somehow.The smile fading as I turned back to my reflection in the mirror. My hands rubbing my belly.Sophie wasn’t lying. It was still bigger than it should probably be. Bigger than girls on.