Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle contration; even breathing was main agony. She was adrift in a friend sea of pain friend. She tried to open her eyes, but was prevented from doing hot so by a crust friend of dry cum. She felt friendhotmainmindysister nasty all over. The laughter of twenty teenage friend boys still rang in her ears. Finally, the realization that friend she had been friend raped and left for friend dead enraged friend her enough to lend strength to her rubbery friend muscles. She rolled off friendhotmainmindysister her back images onto her belly, and after resting for about ten friendhotmainmindysister minutes, she was able to friend pull herself forward friendhotmainmindysister some. She headed uphill, toward the exit. Whenever she felt her strength failing, she thought about how the boys had waylaid her, dragged her into the underground parking garage, and friend then sister had used their switchblade knives to cut her hot clothing from her body in itty bitty strips. She wanted help. She wanted hot justice friendhotmainmindysister, but above all, she friend wanted revenge images. Each friend pull brought her about friend a foot closer to her goal. She was on the third level below ground. Each level was about a hundred yards long. One pull roughly every ten minutes. Even if it took her a friend week, she friend was getting out sister. After three hours, Clarissa was exhausted. Even her rage friendhotmainmindysister failed her. She hot wouldn't have hot even known she had fallen hot asleep had friend she not been awakened by the sound of footsteps. She tried to images cry out friendhotmainmindysister, but all she managed was a hot feeble squeak. In the hollow emptiness of the garage, it was apparently enough , for friend after only a minute, Clarissa felt strong hands on her, lifting her friendhotmainmindysister to a sitting position. She was carefully sheathed in main a friend coat and lifted from the concrete. She managed to friendhotmainmindysister squeak out a "thank friend you."
"How long have I been out friend?" she said, barely above a whisper.
"I'm afraid I don't have much say in the matter." he replied. "And as much as I'd like to keep taking care of you like a puppy or a friend china-doll, I can't. You'll have to get some of those motor skills back."
"I...I understand." she said. "Uh, by the way...what's your name friend?"
Clarissa awoke and smiled when she saw Phil friend. She stretched, then crawled hot out of bed. He hot didn't look happy as he handed her the paper. He had friend circled friend a particular article. It spoke of the parole of twenty teenage boys from prison hot yesterday. His expression told her all she needed to know. These were the boys images who had raped her. Clarissa found herself wanting justice, compensation, but above all, revenge. Phil was more than willing to provide friendhotmainmindysister. He taught her how to defend herself, using friendhotmainmindysister several different types of martial arts. Clarissa's willingness to learn allowed her to become adept friend at butt-kicking in friend a matter of months. He friend kept track of the perpetrators, and kept her friend informed of friendhotmainmindysister their friend places of friend residence. After Clarissa had learned all she felt she needed friend to know, Phil took her out. They kept tabs on the boys for three days images before friend they finally got a break. They friendhotmainmindysister waylaid another hot young woman and images proceeded friend with the preliminaries of the rape. Clarissa had seen all this before. She had seen it hot through the friend victim's sister eyes. She and Phil started taking pictures. The flashes alerted the boys to their presence, and they fled. The woman who was almost victimized thanked them while weeping profusely. Clarissa friend smiled.
"I've friend been there." she told images the woman. She held the camera triumphantly friendhotmainmindysister. Here was evidence of a parole friend violation if nothing else, and friendhotmainmindysister with the friend other victim's testimony, they were friendhotmainmindysister sure to get extra time.
The friend submission of friend evidence took main little friend time. Clarissa and Phil attended the trial, watching from the gallery . All of the boys were found guilty friend, and sentenced to two consecutive life sentences. Phil had one arm around friendhotmainmindysister Clarissa's shoulder, and occasionally he would run his friend fingers over the friend "scrunchie," as Clarissa called it, that held her hair up friendhotmainmindysister in a waterfall ponytail. Clarissa didn't notice. She was too intent on the trial.
"Shhh." Phil said, putting one friend finger over her mouth. He leaned over and whispered images something in her friend ear that she couldn't consciously register. She had to get her clothes off. She had to empty friend her mind of all the stressful thoughts. Her body became broiled in sexual friend heat hot, and she had to get off. But above all, she had to main obey Master friendhotmainmindysister.
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