“No please…oh God…please…you wouldn’t”. Then we can start looking for fresh meat for our growing enterprise” said Ron. XXX The Vet had been busy lowering two ropes from the gnarled beams high above the bench – her legs now trapped, rope circling ankles and knees, keeping her thighs splayed high and wide. “But she’s no longer…no longer a virgin”. Now sit up little one – let me see my prize”. Cherrys arms were cinched behind her with rough hessian rope, knotted at wrists and elbows, causing her shoulders to twitch and strain. Just lay there, passive and unmoving. “Told ya you would” he said, pressing his tool against her lips. “I cant….I really can’t…I would rather die”. “OK – nearly done Ron – maybe you could herd Brutus in, while I attach the spreader bar between her knees”.
