Would I like what I saw?
As I strained against the ropes they cut into my flesh. Every futile jerk and twist only added to my agony, but I couldnt stop. At some point it had to end
didnt it? Or had I figured wrong? Had I just fallen into a nightmare of endless torture?
When I felt the mans hand on my p***y, I couldnt stop myself from gasping, nor could I stop the wild cry that lifted into the night when he jabbed my s*x with his stiff erection. All that I know is that it was not Alec f*****g me. A disembodied spirit, maybe? A real man? Either one made sense on that horrible night, but I knew it was not Alec. The feel of his c**k I can never forget.
Those that filled my s*x used me hard, taking from my body what they demanded, regardless of the hurt. By the time my attackers disappea
