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When he got her home, he did what he did best, he made this beauty, HIS. He tortured her mind, body and soul for hours, making her orgasm time and time again and never once in the entire time did she utter the safe word he had given her, even though he had marked her body from head to toe and fucked her for hours on end. Even when he finally marked her permanently with his teeth, the only thing she screamed was, “MOOORE!” and he gave her just that. He gave her EVERYTHING he had to give, even his heart. Who knew that a short 17 years later, everything she had given to him would be stripped away so quickly, it would leave him with nothing but ashes inside? Her murder and the murder of their two sons and his subsequent hunting down of the men responsible would kill his soul, stripping him of the humanity she had built in him, returning him to the savagery of his life before her. It was just fortunate for him the police were just as incompetent in finding the men that killed his family as they were when it came time to find the killer of those same men. They equated it to a drug war and looked in a direction other than him and so shortly after, Wolf sold everything he no longer needed, bought a new bike, a couple of guns and took to the road to find himself again. Two years he had been searching, sometimes coming close to finding his old self just before it tantalizingly slipped from his fingers again, until last night. The little waif waiting for him back in his room ignited something inside him…something he hadn’t felt since Katie and the boys died, a feeling of being needed. Cammy woke up alone and...terrified! She scanned around the room quickly to find him, even looking under the covers. She jumped out of the bed and went to the bathroom, seeing it was dark and empty and began to panic, flying to the window and pulling it open enough to peek through, she saw his bike still sitting there and breathed a small sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew her Wolf should be here and couldn’t think where he went…she couldn’t even analyze the fact she already thought of Him as hers and she was His. She began pacing naked back and forth through the room, stalking like a pent-up cat as her mind concocted what could have happened amateur to her Wolf, even going so far as to think that maybe HE had stolen her Wolf away for some evil revenge against her. The leering, evil face of her stepfather came into her mind and she collapsed to the floor, as tears gushed from her eyes and wracking sobs made her chest heave. Her eyes flashed around the room in panic as she remembered the last time she saw him, chasing her from the house just an hour before she wound up at the bar where she met her Wolf, a butcher knife in his hand as he screamed if he ever saw her again, he’d cut her throat and drink her dry while he raped her dying body. She had lived in terror of her stepfather for the last several years since he had murdered her mother and basically locked her in the house, beating her and raping her whenever he wanted like his own personal toy. She remembered the day things had changed, right after her sixteenth birthday, her stepfather sitting on the couch with her, her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. Up until that point, they had seemed to have a normal father/daughter relationship, him having taken over for her own dad at the tender age of two when her daddy died in a car accident on his way home from work. Everything had started innocently enough, sitting on the couch, watching TV, them bumping against each other playfully, him tickling her, her squealing with giggles and then he became more aggressive. She didn’t know how it happened but the next thing she knew, she was pinned to the couch, him laying between her thighs, her wrists pinned above her head as he forced his lips on hers. She fought against him, screaming for her mom to help her, the anime snarling face of her stepfather as her mom tried pulling him off Cammy then the look of agony on her mother’s face as he shoved her hard off him and she fell, her head hitting the corner of the coffee table and the light fading from her eyes. She was numb from the shock of her mother’s death at the hands of the man she trusted to be her daddy and then he took her, quickly ripping her clothes from her and brutally raping her right there as her mother died. She doesn’t remember him finishing, her mind had disconnected and she passed out, the only thing she did remember was her mother dying and the intense pain from him brutally taking her virginity. Cammy had woken up some time later, a leather cuff locked to her ankle with a padlock and a steel cable tying her to her bed. The cable was just long enough to reach to her bathroom to be able to use the facilities and keep herself clean and that’s how she spent her life for the next several years. She had found out months after her mother’s death that her stepfather told the police that he blamed mom’s death on Cammy, saying they had fought and Cammy had shoved her when her mother caught her on the couch giving herself to some boy like a common whore. She wasn’t even able to attend her mother’s funeral since the police were looking for her for the murder of her mother, her stepfather having told them she fled the house after the fight. I yell at them to put a candy cane and a Hershey chocolate kiss into their cup before they add hot coffee. “Which is exactly why Willowbud will take her.” Brandon sighed. Freddy reached his hand across towards my bare crotch. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly as she tried to catch her breath. Never had I fucked anyone so hard, never had my cock been so goddamn hard. "It was Sumis, amateur and his magic, that gave me the strength I needed to fight back. Frank gasped. Candy wondered if Bobby was mad at Sally. Jack then slid his hands down and spread Sandy's legs a little more and attached leather straps to her anime thighs, holding her tightly down to the table. The thin cloth slipped over her amazing ass. I don't have a pussy?" "Uh-huh," Jan hummed back, nodding her head, but still keeping her eyes closed. ----------------------------- Chapter Sixteen - Preparation “Doctor,” Mr Chang said, “If you would please.”