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A mother enslavedShari had read about men like that, men who enjoyed beating women, making them perform horrible things then raping them as a reward! Was Bobby one of those men? Dear God, was his uncle one too? He was swinging her from side to side, laughing as her body pulled painfully against the rusty rings suspending her over the bench. Her tendons ridged against her thighs while the cords stood out against her throat. Shari let out a hoarse cry, feeling the tiny bones in her wrists cracking against the restraints. She thought her spine would surely snap in half from this harsh, unnatural position while Bobby continued to play with her. Bobby stood back, rubbing his cock through his Levi's, then reached back and pulled out a small silver lighter. Perspiration dotted the girl's forehead as he approached her once more, flipping open the top and spinning the small black wheel. An orange-red flame exploded from the small lighter, the fire flickering in the draft as the young athlete brought it closer to Shari's face. The girl reared back her head, her eyes rounding, her scalp crinkling with terror as she felt the warming flame more and more against her face ...» |
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