I woke to the sound of a ravens call, outside the window of the room I found myself in. I stretched, and winced, every one of my joints screaming out in objection to the movement, my skin tight and tingling. Munira, one of the slave girls, stood at my bedside, silently keeping watch, I attempted a smile, she responded with one of her own. "I expect you would like to take a bath," she said kindly. She offered her hand to me, and I took it, grateful for her steadying force as I gingerly pushed back the sheets and stood.

Louise was running late, Mr. Jones expected her to be at his house by now, but she had stayed late at school chatting to her friends. She ran down the road, not bothering to call in at home and change out of her uniform like she usually did. She arrived at her neighbours flushed and out of breath. She reached under the plant pot expecting to find the key Mr. Jones always left for her, only to find it wasnt there. She gave a start when the door opened, Mr. Jones stood over her.

The Wilkinson family woke one Saturday to find it was a glorious, summers day. The sun shone brightly through the window, and Mr. Wilkinson announced that the family should go on a picnic. They were surprised to find their teenage son readily agreed with this idea, going as far as to offer to go to the garage and dig out the old rug the family had used for picnics gone by. Mrs Wilkinson set about making sandwiches, with the assistance of Louise, her pretty young daughter. Mr Wilkinson went with Symon to the garage, where they soon found everything they needed.

It was the tail end of the summer, the nights had started to draw in, and the evenings were becoming ever cooler. Louise lay on a sun lounger, determined to get every last ray of sunshine before it got too cold to be out. She lay on her back, and stretched luxuriously, looking down at her flat, golden stomach, not bad, she thought to herself. She had been a lot more body conscious since her big brother had started taking such an interest in her.

I stumbled blindly through the days between seeing him again, barely conscious of anything around me, only him. Time passed in a blur, I awoke one morning with the thrill of anticipation in my heart, I was to go to his home the very next afternoon. In his presence I was so very overwhelmed, that I had learnt to enjoy the sweet moments before I saw him, savouring them as well as I could. As usual, I was unable to concentrate on any one thing, flitting between rooms,

Mrs. Wilkinson looked on proudly as her pretty daughter Louise blew out the candles on her birthday cake. "Make a wish, Louise" her friends cried. Louise grinned self consciously, shed already made her wish, and she was pretty sure it would come true soon enough. Provided her brother, Symon came home some time soon. It seemed ages ago since hed last let her please him, and she was sure she would burst if he didnt let her again soon.

Louise was years old when Symon first crept into her room late one night. "Im cold" he said, "Can I come in with you tonight?" Louise edged herself over the bed and pulled back the covers for her brother to get in. To help him along, she thrust her hips toward him slightly, and let a soft sigh escape her lips, at the same time sliding her hand further down to the small of his back, pressing the flesh experimentally. He put his hand on her thigh, just above the knee, and stroked upward, surreptitiously moving her nightdress up to her waist, his hand moved round, and he touched her pussy, tracing his finger up the parting of the lips; she was wet, and warm.

Tawny sat on her fathers legs, facing him, his hard cock naked, her hand stroking the large member, her other hand milking his balls. She was half-naked, her fathers fingers tugging relentlessly on her swollen and red nipples, testifying to the abuse daddy had inflicted on them with his fingers and lips. It was only an hour ago that her mother had forced her to sit with her father in the living room before she left on her trip. Tawny remembered back how her own mother had delivered her into the sexual clutches of her father. Ann was getting ready to leave for another trip. She was to be gone for two days and was waiting for a taxi, not wanting Michael to have

Tawnys eyes brightened, she had to go to the dance. She would do anything he asked. It was that important. "I will do anything, Daddy, just please let me go to the dance. I will do anything you say, Daddy. Please, oh, please, let me go." All of a sudden it dawned on Michael. He was not sure what triggered it, maybe his hand on her ass, maybe the way her ass swung in front of him only minutes ago. Whatever it was, the idea popped into his head suddenly. He smiled. "This will be your only option. Do not try to bargain any further. If you want to go to the dance, this is your only choice. Do you understand, Tawny?" Tawny smiled, yes, she could go to the dance.

Every day I wasnt with him, I felt my heart shrink and grow colder. When I saw him it would swell in my chest and ignite. I saw him rarely over the next few months, and thought I might die, as though I was starved of the life he gave me. My shadow grew weak within me. One dark evening, I walked by the lake; I knew he was near long before I felt the air grow cooler in his presence.