Forcing his fingers inside the dilating hole, he spread her moistness over the tender folds of her cunt. He flicked his fingers over the little nub at the apex. His efforts garnished a moan from the helpless girl. Cheryl could never get wholly inured to being used as Stoner’s w***e. She obeyed him, succumbed to his desires, actively abetted her own degradation. But she despised her abaseness. She yearned for the courage to protest, to spit in the cruel man’s face. But she feared the merciless beating that would ensue more than she regretted her failure to act.
Justine watched the enfolding tableaux in the mirror on the wall. She knew that Stoner would use her mouth ruthlessly. Her spread legs invited penetration. Her hands had been fastened to her sides by a broad cloth belt. She would be
