She nearly went mad, fighting between pleasure and pain, revulsion and exctasy, as her long, succulent legs fell into the pleasure, unconsciously wrapping about the rapist’s waist, unwillingly pulling him deeper into her, forcing himself into a deeper frenzy of thrusting. XXNX He laughed, as he pulled himself from her, his rigid self dripping with the numerous juices, yet, horribly still hard. Tears fled her, as it happened. She could-. She could-. No coin.”
He laughed, a dark laugh, before saying in a sinister tone,
“I am not looking fer coin, lassey.”
The blade at her throat fell away and the hand that had held it immediatly slipped to the front of her vest, tearing it away from her like a simple rag, letting her plump, juicy breasts fall free, the pink tips atop the pale mounds hardening instantly in the cold, night air.
