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Biker Raised, Used and Bred ( M/b, NC, RAPE, WS )
Dads biker friends arranged for the accident to look like we all died in the crash. At (you really don�t wanna know) years old I was small and everyone assumed I was gone. By the time investigators where searching for bodies, I was being shipped to the biker�s compound in another state via truckers they had in on everything.� There was no need to be gentle or care about my feelings or if I was hurt since I didn�t exist anymore. What follows is the story of how they made me their sex toy.
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