Torres flushed but did as she was told. She looked at Cal. "I want you to fuck me."

"Oooh, you really are one hot bitch Torres. Why aren't you obliging the lady Lightman?"

Cal wouldn't fuck Torres. She knew this and took control herself by squeezing his ass with her thighs, rocking him into her faster. Oh god.

"You little cock hungry slut. Tell him again. Tell him how fast and hard you want his dick slamming into your hot wet pussy."

"I…I..I.."

"No need to be shy Torres."

"I.I want you to fuck me faster and harder. I want you to slam into my hot wet pussy."

Such words should never be uttered from those lips Cal thought. It was so wrong. He wanted this to be over so he could hold Torres and tell everything was all right. Instead he pushed in and out of her more quickly, going deeper into her with each thrust.

"Good boy Lightman. Maybe there's hope for you after all. What do you think of your girl here? Does she get Daddy's approval?" He never stopped looking at Torres the whole time he spoke to Cal. "Go ahead and ask him yourself sweetheart. Is it good for him?"

Torres was so close to tears. She looked Cal in the eye as if she really were seeking approval. "Is it good for you?"

Cal tried to find his voice. He was so proud of her. That was what he wanted to say. Instead, he answered the question honestly, "Yes."

Torres looked ashamed and guilty, and also a little scared. She cringed away from Cal and looked off to her right. Cal was starting to hate himself even more than he hated Lane.

"Tell Daddy to fuck you harder. Tell Daddy you love his dick inside you."

"Fuck me harder," she whispered. "I love your dick."

"Oh no no no. That's all wrong. There was no feeling behind that. Plus you didn't call him Daddy."

That sick, twisted, rapist, son of a bitch! If he knew how close to home he was hitting he'd be even more pleased with himself, Cal was sure. It was her dad that molested Torres as a child. No doubt he made her say similar things.

Torres squeezed her eyes shut and the tears flowed. She sobbed into her hands in shame. "Fuck me Daddy. I love your dick inside me Daddy."

"Fuck her Lightman! COME ON!" Cal pushed Torres back onto the table and pulled her hands down from her face. "Tor,..Ria. Ria it's me. Look at me." Slowly, she did. "It's going to be ok. It's just you and me love. Just you and me. I won't hurt you." He was already hurting her so much though, he thought. "We'll get through this together. Trust me." And for some reason, she did. He saw it on her face. She believed him. She still trusted him. Even after all this. He didn't know why. He didn't deserve it, but it made everything so much easier somehow.