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Trained, chained cousinsBut for now you're mine.” The words sent a shudder of terror and revulsion down her spine. Brother Geronimus jerked his hand up again when he moved back in front of the girl, the crop slicing across her right nipple. The pain was excruciating and Abbey screamed through the rubber gag, jerking her head to one side. The pain went on and on, like a raw cut touched to salt water. She ground her teeth against the ball once more, hating Brother Geronimus bitterly. She screwed her face into another mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of her mind. When he came near, Abbey jerked one leg out, her toes nearly catching the man squarely in the balls. Brother Geronimus moved to one side, easily avoiding the blow. He smiled at her. "Good. I like someone who resists. It makes my job all the more pleasant.” He slashed the end of the crop across Abbey's face, then brought it down hard against her belly once more. The teen writhed in agony from the pain of the cutting blows. Brother Geronimus licked his lips, watching the girl as she swung like a hung piece of meat from the low ceiling. "I'm going to find out if you're virgin or not ...» |
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