“(*sniff) And it even smells great. She knew what he wanted. XXNX When he saw the tears going down her face, Coud stopped paddling her. She knew what else he wanted. She knew what else he wanted. It had been a week since Karen became Coud’s slave. “Stand up love,” commanded Jayzel again. She screamed again. “Yeah, I’ll take really good care of her.”
“You better,” warned Coud. She felt him kiss her left cheek, and then he proceeded to inflict the same pain on that cheek. She began to cry. Karen was scared, for she knew this sicko was capable of anything. And what shocked her most was that that the rope they were pulling, ran down from their collars and between their legs. She felt humiliated and violated, but at the same time pleasantly aroused. “You didn’t shave her?” Jayzel asked Coud.
