“Oh no,” cried Dorothy Swanson, running over to kneel by Claire’s head. “Did I upset you, dear?” She took Claire’s face in her hands, forcing the girl to look back up at her. “Did I make sweet little snookums cry?” The Holden girl’s eyes fluttered as she tried to keep, or lose, her sanity. Continue reading
The door behind her swung open, and she practically fell out, into his arms. Grabbing her by the upper arms, he propelled her to the side door, and, just like that, they were inside the house. Her wild eyes took in the paneled hallway up to a half-stairway and the living room beyond. Continue reading
Brittney tries to hold out, but.... Continue reading
He leered down at the girl, taking the moment to lean down and start slowly removing the tape squares from her eyes. “Oh, you know what would look great on her far better than me. Yeah, of course … sure, why not? She won’t need ‘em, but it’ll sure be fun tearing them off her! …Yeah, okay, see you there.”
Brittney's choice of men led her to this.... Continue reading
He filled his hands with her generous tits and started making her rise and fall on his sodden log.
She was making sounds he could discern now; combinations of moans, grunts, cries, and sobs. She tried to scream, cry out questions, or make any words that would help her understand what was happening.
Silenced, she had no hope of fighting off what was coming next.... Continue reading