Nonconsensual sex, on average less violent than rape
Dawn's eyes tried to adjust to the light. Wherever she was, was dimly-lit. As her eyes adjusted she found herself in a cell. The cell had a bed, a toilet, and a TV that she couldn't turn on. The cell was only big enough for one person. She noticed she was dressed only in her bra and panties, and she started yelling.
"Help! Help!" Dawn yelled. "Where am I?" she demanded.
My name is Samantha. A few days after I turned 13, I went to visit my best friend Debbie. Sometimes people think we're sisters, as we both have long blonde hair and blue eyes, and from a distance we look alike.
I arrived at Debbie's house and opened the door. "Deb! Deb!" I called out to her
"She's not here, Sammy" Her brother John says, I smile at him he's really hot. He's the High School Quarterback, and every girl in the school wanted him.
"Yes, that's it, suck me" I moaned as Jan sucked my cock.
"Chookie, is she hurting you" a little voice said. I looked around to see Jessica, my 4-year-old sister standing there, tears running down her face. Jan looked over at her.
"I can't continue if that snot-nose bitch is standing there" Jan yelled. This started Jessica crying.
I was on holiday in Florida, I was trawling on the net for cruising areas and gay areas to go to. I got chatting in a chat room and started speaking to Mitch. I remembered him from 2 years ago and when I explained who I was he said sorry we had lost contact, but he moved and was not on the net for months. He had now moved down to Tampa bay it was only a couple of hours drive and he invited me over.
I am sorry that I have not been here for a couple of weeks. I had been invited to be a guest at an orphanage for a few days in Prague. It was all through another reader of my stories who had read them with great interest. It just also fell in with my plans as well, as I could manage a few days away anyway. Not that I had to explain anything on my whereabouts; the offer came in on the Thursday, and without hesitation I was there Friday evening until last Monday morning.
Do you know the older I get the dirtier and more perverted I become? Well I have worked with mentally retarded patients for over 20 years now. The first 5 or 6 years were caring for them and being a father-figure for them, always being there for them and showing them how much I care for them.