His member pumped quickly, and within minutes his sticky white seed surged across the length of his tube, from his body to mine, and gurgled down into my receptive belly. At the same time a razor sharp dagger was placed against my throat, leaving me with no confusion about what would happen to me should I do harm to him. It was a two and a half hour drive into the country, down smaller, narrower roads until we reached the potted, dirt road that led deep into the woods to the cabin I sometimes borrowed from my friend Emily. My cries slowed, turned to grunts with each impact and low murmurs and whimpers. With slaves left to blame, they will not bother to see if any are missing," Quintus finished. He spread my legs and hammered two more stakes into the ground, again, tying my ankles to the stakes.
She hung her head for a moment, then peeped up at him shyly through her lashes.
I would never walk again, but must crawl like a bitch dog wherever I went. I screamed, my body bouncing and jerking as much as it could in the tight grip of the leather restraints. I grunted in pain a he pressed down heavily atop me. My tightly bound hands twisted and pulled at the tight rope binding them and tears of humiliation coursed down my cheeks. Then he grabbed it and rubbed the head up and down my very oily slit several times. We weren't very far from the cabin but it seemed to take forever to get there. He put the tip at her anus.