She was definitely in the basement of a house somewhere. “AAAAYYY!!”
“Look at me as you say it, whore. XXX “Good girl.”
Now, suddenly, the finger withdrew. Looks like your boyfriend enjoyed the show we gave him. Pre-cum clung to the bottom of Brad’s chin. She would have thrashed wildly if the cuffs hadn’t held her in place. Aaahhh! You understand?”
He wanted her to degrade herself by actively participating in her own rape? Ashley’s awakened libido also seemed to have her in a kind of trance. Brad’s face had a haunted look to it, and redness from a deep, abiding shame. “You want to cooperate or do you want to see your girlfriend die in front of you? It’s too sensitive. But Brad didn’t stir. An errant thread of hope bolstered her beleaguered mind.
