Captured Lady

         I immediately dropped what I was carrying and started to try to fight whatever it was that had done this to me, I scratched one of them on the face real good because he immediately let go of me and started to say “shit, she is going to pay for this”. Well my skin got all crawlly at the thought of some kind of payment.

The other guy told him that he’d be ok and to get the belt, all the while I was kicking & scratching. The guy that was holding me was really big and strong and I wasn’t able to do much damage to him except step on his feet with my heels which he didn’t like much either. Well I felt this belt going around my waist and one of them laughed and said “She won’t be able to do anything once we get this on her good” They really cinched it up tight, I almost couldn’t breath and now I was really getting scared. They took some kind of cuffs and latched my hands to my sides using the belt then they took something sharp and told me “Don’t move if you don’t want your tits cut all up” With a threat like that I decided to stay still and not move at all.

They cut up my dress and left me in my bra and panties, but that didn’t last either. When they had me naked they told me to open my legs well I didn’t want to do that so I shook my head “no”, well one of them grabbed my breast (which are very large and full) and squeezed it hard but I still wouldn’t open them, one of the guys said, “get the clamps and she will open up wide for us for sure” I heard them rummaging around and then the other guy said “the little ones or the big ones” , “Big ones, she might as well get used to it now” then I felt one of them grabbing my nipples and pulling it out and then the teeth from the clamps cutting my soft nipples, I started to scream but I couldn’t with the ball gag in my mouth and I felt something warm on my body, I figured it was blood from the clamps. “Open up your legs bitch now or I will tighten them tighter” That was all I needed to hear I opened them up a little, “MORE BITCH, all the way as far as you can” so I did it, I had no choice. I felt something touching me on my ass it was wet and cold, “Get out of here Rex she is not ready for your dog’s cock yet” well I started to shiver to think about what would happen to me at these hands.

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Bonding TabathaOnce upon a time, in a land of many freeways, a mother passed away and another took her place–real fast.

Dorothy drove the car while Craig organized his briefcase on the seat between them. Los Angeles International Airport was ten minutes away. They were early, so she didn’t fight the freeway traffic; instead, she fought her nerves.

“Craig, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. You can’t leave me alone with those kids this soon, especially not for two whole days.”

“What are you talking about, Dorothy? You’ve already got those boys calling you Mommy. I can’t believe a fifteen-year-old girl has you all tied in knots.”

“Damnit, Craig, she knows. Having me move in right after we scattered her mother’s ashes was a big mistake. Having me do the scattering in front of those kids was sick. It was stupid, just plain stupid. I think you want to get caught. I think you’re one of those criminals who commits a crime, then subconsciously leave clues so you can be brought to justice. I’m not that way, and I don’t like playing this dangerous game.”

“Relax, will ya? I’m not trying to get caught. The plan worked. No one outside the family suspects foul play. She got sick and her heart gave out. The insurance company paid the death claim. Her ashes are spread to the four winds. We can’t get caught regardless of anyone’s suspicions. The wicked witch is dead, Dorothy, and as far as the kids are concerned, you get all the credit.”

“Bullshit, I get all the blame.”

“Credit, Dorothy. I staged that performance so the shock factor will work on thier minds. When the shock wears off, they’ll see you as the hero. I know my kids, Dorothy. Don’t let their sad faces and tears fool you. The bitch was not loved. We’ll, maybe Tabatha loved her in a sentimental way, but she made Tabatha’s life hell, too. Can you imagine a girl with a cute body like Tabatha’s having to live and dress like a cloistered nun? She’s itching to show us her stuff, and she’ll have you to thank when she finally comes around. She’s weakening; I can tell.”

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Bizarre Journey     Gail Jennings knew the rumors about her father-in-law were true as she checked her eight-year-old daughter’s lap for the hundredth time in a hundred miles and saw that his meaty hand was still on her bare leg and still making microscopic advances toward her crotch. He now had several inches of the hem bunched and was closer to pussy than knee, and he had started at the knee.

Nonetheless, she let another mile slip by without saying anything. Each time she drew an imaginary line, her absolute limit, she wound up having to redraw it because she couldn’t tell exactly when he crossed it; and besides, her limit kept changing.

Tammy didn’t seem to mind having a creeping hand on her leg. Had she shown any sign of distress, Gail might have been able to keep a set limit. For a precocious little mink that liked wearing short dresses into playgrounds because she liked showing her panties accidentally on purpose, this new game of touchy feely was a big thrill. She snuggled right up next to her grandpa at the first touch on the knee.

Gail cursed herself for not insisting that Tammy wear jeans for the long trip, cursed herself for not making Tammy ride in the back seat, cursed herself for being such a jellyfish around her husband’s powerful father, and cursed herself for accepting his offer to drive them to the audition that would keep them on the road for two days there and two more days back. With the three days of tryouts and auditions scheduled, that would mean an entire week with a man she knew in her heart was a child molester, and one that was not inhibited be the child’s mother. He was proving that, and the trip had just gotten started.

It wasn’t like no one warned her. After word got around their small community, she received no less than seven phone calls, mostly from her husband’s side of the family, people who should know, warning her about his problem, his reputation, and most had personal experience to relate.

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Be Careful What You Wish For    “You want to be raped? I can’t believe anyone would want that,” Mary said to her friend Linda as they chatted over coffee.

“Oh Mary, I don’t want to be hurt, trust me. But the thought of some guy doing things to me against my will and above all, making me do things to and for him, just makes me so wet.” Mary just stared at her friend, still not believing what she had said. “Haven’t you ever liked it when a guy controlled you?” Linda asked her, “Control, yes, rape, no!

Linda, honey, there are a lot of mean and nasty people in this world and you have no idea what could happen to you. You could end up dead!” Linda let the subject drop, knowing that her dream was falling on deaf ears. No, she didn’t want to die and no she didn’t want to be hurt, she wanted to meet a guy who was willing to play out this little fantasy with her. They made small talk for awhile and then Mary gave her a hug and left and Linda walked to her car, she turned onto the freeway and headed home.

When she pulled off on her exit, she noticed a man and a woman standing by a car with its hood up, the woman flagged her down as she approached. “My boyfriend says the motor locked up, you think you could give us a lift to Brambleton Ave.?” Linda looked at the woman, she was about to say no, but a voice inside of her told her she should give them a lift, “Sure, hop in,” she said. The man got into the back seat and the woman sat next to her, she never even noticed him as he got in and the woman started making small talk as she drove. It was getting dark and Linda reached down and turned her headlights on. As they neared Brambleton Ave.

she felt something sharp at her neck and the man’s hand came around her throat, “Do as I say and maybe you’ll live to see tomorrow,” he told her and she nodded her head yes.

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 Baby Bambi

    I sympathised with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John’s point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn’t ready to make mature decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how sweet she looks to the opposite sex.

Candy still has a child’s frame, but a woman’s body has grown on it. She has full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass, only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds, and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectible measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.

She’s not exactly an airhead, but she’s no Rhode’s scholar either. Gullible, naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac. Candy doesn’t know how to play the game, and I can’t bring myself to talk about back seat ball games. I still haven’t told her about the birds and bees. The right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home with his first time at bat.

She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn’t break out in sweats around her. It’s not the sweats so much, it’s the erection he gets that causes the sweats. Candy has noticed his problem.

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A Slut is Born

   Lana closed the door behind her sliding the lock into place as she dropped her bag. It had been a long day and she was glad to finally be home, her roommate was away on vacation and it was nice to have the apartment to herself. She shed cloths as she walked towards her bedroom. She was down to her thong and bra when she hit the “on” button on her laptop. The screen came to life. A full-length mirror stood in the corner and Lana couldn’t help looking at herself as she passed it, turning from side to side she admired her flat stomach and lean toned legs. She worked hard on her body, awaking early every morning for her jog or trip to the gym.

She wasn’t very tall and she felt her breasts were too small at a c cup but her compact proportioned body generally pleased her. The men seemed to like what they saw, her tight bottom and lean legs attracted a lot of attention both at work and on the street.

Lana got all tingly thinking of the eyes that seem to follow her when she wore those tight short skirts. She loved to tease, and have all the attention, not that she ever went farther. Men would come on to her and she would push them away sometimes being a little cruel as she retreated. It was actually out of fear, she wanted to go farther with men but was so unsure of herself. A victim of an all girls’ school and an awkward teen, her overbearing father didn’t help. Every time a boy got close enough he would be there to scare them off. God, why did she have to be so protected, now she felt light-years behind everyone her age, at least when it came to sex and romance. She thought she might be a virgin forever if she didn’t do something soon. The feelings were there, she masturbated often a little afraid of her own fantasies but unable to stop the desire.
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 A Picture Worth Ten-Thousand Words

  Brenda had an obscene view of her father’s tight ass, large balls, and long cock as he sawed his cock lazily in four-inch stokes within the tight-lipped sheath of her thirteen-year-old daughter’s vagina. Carly’s thin white legs, bent sharply at the knees and splayed out to the sides, gave Brenda a view of her daughter she never thought she’d see, as well.

Brenda’s first impulse was to rush forward and drag her father off Carly. She could not understand what stopped her, or why she stayed rooted to the spot at the doorway, hiding, though neither could see her even if she were fully inside the room. Perhaps going four months without sex explained her inaction. Perhaps the sight of the largest, most masculine cock she’d ever seen fucking the cutest, most adorable pussy she’d ever seen, short circuited her motherly instincts. Only a flea riding on Tom’s balls would have a better view.

The vision was so shocking, yet so erotic, that a primitive part of her brain seemed in control. Her eyes had a direct line to her clit as she followed the obscene in and out motion.

Carly’s pleas of, “Please, Grandpa, don’t cum in me again,” and “Please don’t get me pregnant,” had no effect on Brenda. If anything those plaintive pleas helped lubricate her panties. Carly added, “Grandpa, I’ll suck you. I’ve been good. I don’t wear panties anymore like you want. I let Mom see my pussy. I touched her thigh high up on the inside, very close to her pussy. I’ll touch her pussy next time, I swear. Please, don’t cum in me.”

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  A Christmas to Remember (Final)

Lydia opened the door and Humpy quickly dashed inside, but just as we were about to enter the house, I remembered the eggs.
“Girls, I’ll be right back” I said, “I left this morning’s eggs in the barn”.
“Don’t worry about it Jack” said Lydia, “We’ve already got eggs cooked for breakfast…and they’re getting cold. You two go inside, and I’ll go back for the eggs”.
As Nikki and I stepped into the house and out of our snow clothes, the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs filled my senses with past memories of my beautiful wife preparing breakfast for me. Smiling, I followed Nikki to the Dining Area where the table was set beautifully. The girls had gotten into the Christmas decorations and worked a little magic inside the house. Once seated at the table I noticed that it had been given a wonderful arrangement of mistletoe, cinnamon scented candles, and warm apple cider. The home was alive with life that seemed to sparkle everywhere, reflecting in the candlelight, on the crystal glasses, and through the snow-lined windows.
Nikki and I took turns filling our plates and passing food to each other as we laughed and talked about old memories. After several minutes of reminiscing Nikki said, “Don’t you think Lydia should be back by now”.
“Yes…I do” I answered.
“You don’t think…hmmm…you don’t think Thor caught her attention do you” Nikki asked as her smile turned into an impish grin.
“I hadn’t even thought about it” I said, “But let’s find out!”
We both raced into my bedroom and clicked the stable view for Thor’s domain.
You could hear the sound of Thor’s cock slapping his belly.
Sure enough, there was Lydia, leaning down, looking through the stall slats, and rubbing her clit slowly through the fabric.
“Bingo!” said Nikki. “She’s such a horny little bitch”.
“Oh, don’t blame her too much” I said. “Thor is quite the lady’s man. He’s a real stud!”
Nikki gave me the look of, “That’s a lame joke, but I’ll smile anyways”.
I put my hand to my chin and rubbed it slowly, silently pondering the situation.
Nikki got a big grin on her face and said, “Jack, what are you scheming up in that horny mind of yours”.
We both laughed.
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   I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body.

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I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body. Actually to be honest I think it became more of a turn on. Even as he began sniffing and observing my fingers deep at work in my soaken pussy I didn’t bother. Soon I felt his cold nose touch my throbbing clit and it was at this point that I jolted into the biggest orgasm of my life. Instanly I felt my own hot femanin cum erupt like a water fall. A this eruption and climax subsided I fell back limp, exhausted, and breathless.

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   I immediately dropped what I was carrying and started to try to fight whatever it was that had done this to me, I scratched one of them on the face real good because he immediately let go of me and started to say “shit, she is going to pay for this”. Well my skin got all crawlly at the thought of some kind of payment. The other guy told him that he’d be ok and to get the belt, all the while I was kicking & scratching. The guy that was holding me was really big and strong and I wasn’t able to do much damage to him except step on his feet with my heels which he didn’t like much either. Well I felt this belt going around my waist and one of them laughed and said “She won’t be able to do anything once we get this on her good” They really cinched it up tight, I almost couldn’t breath and now I was really getting scared. They took some kind of cuffs and latched my hands to my sides using the belt then they took something sharp and told me “Don’t move if you don’t want your tits cut all up” With a threat like that I decided to stay still and not move at all. They cut up my dress and left me in my bra and panties, but that didn’t last either.

When they had me naked they told me to open my legs well I didn’t want to do that so I shook my head “no”, well one of them grabbed my breast (which are very large and full) and squeezed it hard but I still wouldn’t open them, one of the guys said, “get the clamps and she will open up wide for us for sure” I heard them rummaging around and then the other guy said “the little ones or the big ones” , “Big ones, she might as well get used to it now” then I felt one of them grabbing my nipples and pulling it out and then the teeth from the clamps cutting my soft nipples, I started to scream but I couldn’t with the ball gag in my mouth and I felt something warm on my body, I figured it was blood from the clamps.

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  Wanda stretched out on the floor bed like a she lion naked next to her sleeping brother Alex. Her mane of rust colored hair haloed about her pillow now, that went down to her buttocks when standing, falling in gentle curls, and waves, glimmered in the morning sun light coming in from her brother’s bedroom window. She noted with satisfaction how her nipples capped her taunt breasts like pop bottle caps, poking erect as she stretched lanquidly. At thirteen going on a year before her next birthday Wanda was glad to at last be rid of her inhibiting hymen. A wry smile crossing over her cum flaked lips as she looked down at the wilted prick of her brother flopped over his left thigh in sleep. She felt like such a cheap slut after seducing Alex into taking her virginity, but he had been more than her willing first sex partner in this, and she bent over letting her full heavy breasts carress his right thigh as she gave his cock one last unsisterly kiss before getting up out of his bed to sneak back to her own bedroom before their parents woke up. She found her purple see thru teddy, and matching thong panties puddled on the floor next to the bed, and put them on before quietly heading out the door.
Since it was a Saturday morning Wanda wasn’t too worried about her parents being up this early, but she didn’t take any chances either, and tip toed around Sparky, the family’s pet Rottwieler, spread out on the floor in front of their bedroom just the same. She got about two steps past their door before she heard the deep throaty moan come from the other side of the door, and stopped. That moan could only have come from her mother, and she only made that sound when having sex with Wanda’s father.

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The following short story deals with incest, bestiality, the corruption of minors, and as such it is suggested that if this type of reading offends you, please read no further. The story has been written to entertain, and titillate not influence anyone into following such anti-social behavior. The author in no way condones, or sympathizes with those who would even dare to molest children in this or any way. This account is solely for the purpose of entertaining intelligent, well adjusted adults in the privacy of their consensual, private, sexual endeavors, and nothing more.

To sum up in layman’s terms: This is a fantasy you fucking Morons, not real! It’s for getting your dick hard and jerking off to, and nothing more. Normal people don’t do these kinds of stupid things with kids, and neither should you! What you do with your pets now, is another matter, and none of my business, as long as you don’t harm them.
End summation: Nuff said, now start reading assholes!

At fifteen, going on sixteen years old, standing five foot nothing in her bare petite feet, measuring a solid 37C almost D -20-34, and not an ounce over 98lbs. blue eyed, brown hair to her dimpled ass Christine was the epitamy of the well known term; Jailbait. Jefferey, her step father, was already cleaning his hunting rifle everytime a boy stepped in his house by then, and trying his damnedest to hide his own cock’s troublesome hardons in the process whenever Christine came into sight dressed half naked like her mother did around the house in either panties and bra, or the skimpiest of French cut swimwear money could buy. Not that his wife Becky was any slouch in the body lushious department either at 30 years old, with almost the exact same build as Christine, but only two inches taller than her daughter, and a real honey colored blond goddess herself.

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   Being a pervert has it’s ups and downs. Take my wife for instance. Five foot two eyes of blue, raven black mane to mid back, nicely trimmed and bikini waxed pussy on a powerful 39D-21-34 tightly packed well stacked body, just made for fucking you might think, but, and what a lovely butt it is too, Kat has this one little problem. She can’t stand the idea of having sex with me. Oh don’t get me wrong, Kat loves sex, and she loves me, she just doesn’t like to have sex clutter up what to her is an otherwise perfect marriage arrangement, or at getting in the way of her lovers. The problem is, no other woman turns me on like Kat does, and there in lays my tail of tales. I’ve had to become a veritable peeping Tom at my own home, just to get any satisfaction, even if it is from watching her exploits as I jerk myself off.

Now right off, you might think I’m not very well endowed in the pecker department, but that’s just not the case here as I’ve got close to a foot of cock dangling to my knees. Maybe you would think that I’m some old coot, however I’m in my mid twenties, and just a year older than Kat is. Okay, so I’m no prince charming, but some women have called me cute other than my mother when she was alive, and I’m far from being poor, in fact, I’ve inherited the family fortune well in excess of hundreds of millions of dollars, and Kat comes from old money as well. So what’s the problem? I got caught fucking the brides maid on our wedding day, and if that weren’t bad enough, it was Kat’s cute younger honey blond sister Kitty. (I know, but their parents had a thing for felines, their older brother’s name is Tiger a redhead, who knew how far it would have went if they’d had more kids.)

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   Dog cock pounded into every hole she owned, her body jerked back and forth, and sideways. Twisting, and turning her in every direction as they took their pleasure from her without concern for her own release. 20, 30, 50, a 100 different dogs used her for their enjoyment as if she were a racing car, or a spittoon, a mere object of no importance other than to dump their puppy making sperm into. And shame upon shame she had cum over, and over as they took her. Her pussy had surely torn, and she had to be bleeding from her ass as well with the over sized cocks of these intelligent alien hounds, and there seemed to be no end in sight. And then she spied a group of them leading a horse from earth towards her, just before passing out for the fourth time.

Renee woke up from her nightmare with a start, jerking up to a sitting position on her bed. Her beige Teddy, little more than a breath of sheer cloth, clinging to her sweat soaked flesh causing a chill to run through her as the air-conditioning slapped her wide awake. A quick look next to her confirmed that her husband Dale was still fast asleep snorting through his own dreams in dawn’s early light. The smile on his face made it plain that his dream was a hell of a lot more pleasurable than hers had been.
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 :mad:      I suppose one could say that it was Debbie Dierdre, and her mother’s destiny to become real bitches for dogs. After all, Debbie was raped by her own brother Johnny at the age of 16 a year after her father died in an airplane accident. Then raped again six months later by a group of black gang bangers, after being kidnapped right off the street, and who, just for fun, had their mascot Butch, a large mixed Boxer breed, lick her clean between each guy who took a turn at her. The dog’s silky insidious tongue doing more for Debbie’s peace of mind during that tramatic weekend with a knife constantly at her throat, than any of those youthfully rough, and bragging gang members could have.
Of course, Debbie never told anyone about either rape, not even her mother who was too busy working as a legal secretary to support them at the time because of the wait for the insurance money, and the law suit that was going on then, to keep track of her daughter. No, she kept it all to herself, too afraid of the consequences it might bring to her family, especially her mother, who she loved very much. Thankfully, a year to the day after her brother first raped her, her mother, Christine Dierdre, at a very youthful age 34 became a very rich widow, and moved the whole family to a Cleveland subburb, sending Debbie’s brother Johnny off to military school to hopefully make a man out of him, leaving the two women comfortably alone, and together at last on their new 56 acre estate Debbie’s first year of high school.
It was the third week after Debbie had made the Cheerleading Squad at J.P. Morgan High School that Sam and Brad came into her life. Two very large, and very personable twins, Sam and Brad were also two very nosey Great Danes.

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