CHAPTER TWELVE
After Hank untied her and left the room, Christy lay there on the bed in a trance. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, not moving. It might have been just as well that he hadn't released her for all the good it did. The young girl's limbs were still outstretched in the lewd position. It seemed as though she was frozen to the spot, her arms still placed at an angle over her head, pointed toward the two corner posts of the bed. Her legs remained spreadeagled, and a pale-pink froth bubbled slowly out of her hairy slit. The maw was oozing its ruptured slime, a thick viscous liquid that trickled and dribbled hesitantly down into the darker area at the crevice of her ass.
Christy was apathetic. In her tormented state of mind she couldn't even feel the liquid which caressed her crotc
