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Standing up from the bed brought back memories. There are also no wolves, girls, or puppies. Instead, two powerful guys are spooning me as the other holds me by my chest. I continue to be immobile as a terrible recollection surfaces.

I was dropped off to my dad's new penthouse at about that time by my mother. I knew he had friends visiting, but I didn't know his friends' spouses, children, and boyfriends would also be there. I never shared it with anybody, particularly when I was only nine years old. It was challenging to stay alive and fend off the prank assaults my parents put on me. When a doctor asked for my assistance, it was agony because as soon as he was through, he was shot in my face, purposefully reminding me that I was never supposed to think I was secure from them.

I was reminded of what those ladies did to me when I saw these in my bed. As I sense the one behind me, I am reminded of the reversed harem they performed on me. I recall how they would be spanked, these guys