Trevor was licking my thigh as the first tear slid down my face, while Johnny was pushing me up so I was sitting. I tried to use this opportunity to ...make a run for it but Johnny grabbed my arms and help them behind my back. My moment of bravery only ended with Trevor clutching his face, my knee must have made contact. I felt myself relax for a second before I felt stubble scrape along my ear. "Your gonna regret that, little whore" he whispered in my ear. I was aware of only one presence at. "Please be careful. I love you all too much to lose you." He meant it. You could see the anguish all over him. Colleen looked at her mother, and Millie took Mr. Bell by the hand and led him to their bedroom. Sadness hung over us all like a pall."Do you think we're in danger if we go to Sweden," Rebecca asked, clearly worried?Colleen was quick to reassure her. "We're fine. It's going to be Ok. We can't live the rest of our lives worrying that something might happen. Something is always. Amy reached her right hand up between Marsha's legs. As good as it felt, Marsha wanted Amy to lie back and enjoy this first female-inspired climax, so she gently moved Amy's hand back down to the couch and slightly increased her pace on Amy's clit. Amy was writhing in pleasure and sucking frantically on Marsha's breast as Marsha pushed her over the edge for the first time. She felt Amy bite down hard on her nipple and the pain was beautiful. Marsha slowed, but did not stop her caressing of. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I'm a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")Some of you may know me. I've been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of them are a little true... but not completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and asked me to write about it. Like to cathartisize it. I fantasize, I wrote about what I would like.