Except it wasn’t.
“Little rebel, wild and proud / Now you’re captured, chained and bound,
“What can the future hold for you? / A life of pain and servitude!”
He stopped.
“So, my pretty hostage, I guess you’ve had the daily dose of pain. Now I can make it all melt away… with a good f**k. And you know what? Seeing those welts rise on your t**s is giving me a huge hard-on!”
The “little rebel” under the hood gave a series of muffled grunts. Cassie didn’t get the impression she shared the guard’s view of the welts, their aesthetic appeal, or the ability of a good f**k to help take away the pain.
The guard hadn’t spotted them, because his attention was focused on the girl and his d**k.
Cassie formed a plan. It relied on speed and surprise, and she daren’t even whisper it to Gina because t
