More Of Melanie's Story

His name was Richard, he was in his early teens. Melanie was nine, maybe younger at the time. Richard's mother was abusing both him and us. The mother's name was Pat. She had told Richard that if he was good at pleasing her she would get him a "toy" of his own. We were that toy. They had taken us to their holiday Shack at Myponga Beach. It was night time. Richards parents were in their bed and Richard wanted to play with his new toy. He wanted to make Melanie cum. He inserted things inside her. Larger and larger things . They were hard and they hurt. He put things in her Anus too. Bigger and bigger things. He kept saying "I want you to cum Cunt!" "Do you want to cum Cunt?" With every question he asked, she had to reply with " yes sir" or "no sir". He kept asking her over and over again. "Do you want me to stick this sick up your arse?" "Do you want me to stick this knife up your arse? " . He used bigger and bigger things inside her. Forcing and pushing harder and harder. When she finally came, she started to cry, her chin began to quiver and tears began to flow. She cried. From the other room Pat yelled "teach your toy to be quiet!" With one blow across the face he knocked her out. Not for too long because when she came too, he was still over her. She went to cry again but it stopped. Lesson learned. He must have done some damage, because when she went to the toilet the was blood. Now today, she wants to reenact what happened to her. She wants to feel the pain again. She needs to see the blood again. There has to be blood. It's all she knows. The blood tells the truth and let's people know I was there.