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trol his throbbing lust. He pulled her up onto the
bed by the hair and thrust the wooden handle down
her throat while he penetrated her like a wild beast.
“Suck, you bitch, as if it was my prick,” he croaked,
“you and the French piece will make a good pair. A
blonde one and a dark one. Yes, I can just picture
you two playing on the floor, stark naked, at my
feet...”
Meanwhile, in the impenetrable gloom of the cell,
Beatrice was trembling as the rats screached and
scuttered around. She was waiting for the visit, as
every night. She had no means of knowing the time,
or even the day, but some time had passed since the
hatch in the door had opened and her bowl full of
revolting food had appeared.
It could not be long now...
Wilson went down as always after supper, wearing
his favourite boots and with his penis erect. It was
his most important meeting of the day. He had not
missed a single visit since he shut the French slave
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in the darkest dungeon in the fortress.
He put the key in the heavy lock and pushed. The
hinges creaked ... Yes, there she was, chained by the
wrists to the wall with heavy fetters just as he had
left her the day before. As beautiful and as desireable
as the first day.
“Good evening, slave. Your master is coming to
wish you good night and tuck you in. What I mean
is, when I’ve finished I’ll tuck your lovely little
clitoris back in between your lips! Ha! ha! ha!”
Beatrice stood up and shrank back onto the cold
stone wall. The rats scuttered out of the open door.
“Look at me...”
She raised her eyes, dazzled by the light of the
candle. The Governor looked into her deep blue eyes
and relished the fear he saw in them!
He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her over
the floor. He tied her arms above her head. Then he
walked round and round her, like every night...
“!NOOO!!! Please, master ... Not today, please,” she
begged in a thin, frightened voice.
!NOOO!!! Please, master ... Not today, please.
Lift that ass, you fucking slave!