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This once sinister cesspit was now the heartland of evil. So lawless, now a no-go for cops. Oh, my demons chose well when they appointed my fate, and knew exactly what I’d be in for. “Go to Canrich Weir,” my sick demons had told me, fully knowing what reception I’d find there. My long due appointment. My most hellish indian of nightmares. The hosts of my abject defilement. Sadistic cruel thugs who would treat me like shit. Evil scumbags who would beat me and rape me. I am still gasping for air as daddy peers down at me. I can feel the piggy tail plug lodged firmly in my ass, daddy’s cum still warm inside me. My orgasm had been so explosive I’m finding it hard to stay on all fours. But I don’t dare sit and rest. I know from how daddy is looking at me that he is not finished. “You made quite the mess, piggy” daddy smiles as he bends down to take my face in his hand. His thumb grazes my lips and he slowly outlines them. I can feel my breathing beginning to steady, coming back to normal. In these tender moments, I know that daddy does care for me. Even if at times he treats me like his fucktoy. “You know I like things nice and clean, don’t you piggy. There’s only one filthy thing allowed in this house and that’s you.” He stands back up and removes his hand from my face. Walking over to the table I can see that he is still hard even though he’s just cum. At times his stamina even surprises me. Or for that matter exhausts me. Most of our sessions together leave me completely worn out, barely able to find the strength to thank him for using a piggy like me. He’s walking back with a smirk as he scrolls through his phone. “I’ve got some incredibly filthy photos of you piggy. You look exactly like the pathetic piggy you are. The guys are going to love them.” I swallow hard. He used to tease me he would send our private photos to the Whatsapp group him and his buddies were in. But he never did it. Not until the night I embarrassed him. It had been Christmas week last year, daddy and his buddies had a tradition since college that the Saturday night before Christmas Day they would all go out together and drink fine whiskeys. They would spend big money getting some of the most expensive whiskey bottles they could and spend the night in a members club getting completely sloshed and smoking cigars. This was a boys only night and had always been that way. But last year I ended up crashing the party. Daddy had forgotten to bring his chosen cigars to the party and rang to see would I bring them for him and the guys. When I arrived I knew everyone had already had a few drinks. They were relaxed and laughing. It was nice to see this carefree side of daddy. When they saw me they insisted I stay for a drink or two. Before I knew it I was knocking back whiskeys like they were water. I had never been a whiskey drinker but the good mood of the masturbation gathering was infectious. Quickly I became very drunk. I knew that I was wasted but I couldn’t manage to bring myself to leave so I just stayed, hoping the guys wouldn’t drink much more. The drink got the better of me and I must have passed out on the couch. “Wake up slut!” I opened my eyes to see daddy softcore and all his friends looking at me. They were laughing, some were even rubbing their crotches. He moves very quickly, the way that drunks can sometimes do when they’re feeling particularly speedy. Rose sat in the recliner and I laid out on the floor in front indian of the sofa, with a pillow to prop my head on. Suddenly, the loud footsteps stopped. The softcore energy was unfucking real in that orgasm for him. I trembled as I helped her into the clinic. Now, I won’t try putting on an Aussie accent, I can’t. The language being used was totally foul, and I’m no prude. "Oh, baby... your ass is so tight!" A couple of minutes later, two news helicopters were hovering overhead shooting live pictures of our courtyard. I reached and took the rubber band off of my wrist and grabbed my hair in the back in a bunch. “Would you have wanted me to stop Georgia?” "Short for David?" “Quit struggling!” “Yes!” I howled, the world spinning around me. “I want you! This did it for her, for now she was bucking back against my hands and pressing her butt against my pelvis. x x x x x x "Does masturbation that coincide with what the two of you have found out?" Tony loved walking in the forest.