it.”
“Will it hurt you?”
“I’ll be okay,” she said.
She couldn’t believe that she was having to talk him through the entire process. He was supposed to be forcing her to do this. Now she was walking him through it.
He thrust against her ass again and this time, in a shock of sensation that flooded through her entire body, she felt his rock hard, rigid cock slide deep up into her asshole.
She screamed out, more from surprise than from any pain.
“Are you okay?” he said again.
“Yes,” she grunted.
It was overpowering, the feeling of it was almost too much, but it wasn’t pain. She could handle it.
“Fuck me,” she said, and she didn’t have to say anything after that.
Murdoch began ramming her anus with his hard, thick cock, driving it deep up into her asshole. She screamed out from the sensation of it and that only seemed to excite him even farther.
“Oh yeah,” he cried out.
Rose screamed as he continued to pound his rod deep into her. She was looking at the wall and she tried to picture an attractive man as she was being fucked. She couldn’t do it. All she could see were the faces of Murdoch, and Caribou Bill, and Serge Gauthier and all the other awful lowlifes she was surrounded by in this place. She even pictured Rex Savage’s face. These were all men she hated, and it was sad that she couldn’t see anyone but them when she tried to imagine a man. It was like all the good memories she had of things that had happened before she’d been captured and taken to this place were fading. She wondered if the day would come when all she could remember would be this place. She imagined if she stayed here long enough, if she could’t find a way to escape, then that was what would happen. This would be all she would ever know. The members of the DRMC, the customers of the Cat, those men would fuck her and abuse her till they were done with her and then her life would be over.
She shuddered at the thought of that, of spending all the rest of her life up there in that desolate, godforsaken place. For the rest of her life she would be fucked and gawked at by horny, disgusting men until she was no longer of any use to them. Was that really all she had to look forward to?
As if to answer her, Murdoch thrust hard into her anus and began orgasming. She could feel the pulsing throb of his penis as it began to reach its ultimate climax. Then she felt the sticky jets of semen flying up into her rectum, filling her up. He hadn’t worn a condom. His cock shot streaks of wet, hot jizz right into her and she cried out from the sensation of it. Murdoch screamed too.
Then he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed. Rose remained in the position she was in, staring at the wall. For some reason, she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to be lying on the bed next to Murdoch as the pleasure of his orgasm wafted over him so she refused to lie down.
Murdoch’s dog was outside. Rose remained in position, listening to his dog outside the window, barking like a crazy animal. Murdoch’s semen slowly slid out of her asshole and down her thighs, onto the bedsheets that she would be sleeping on in the cold, dark dampness of that prison that was her life.
VI
R OSE AND MURDOCH WERE A little edgy on Thursday. The prospect of having Serge come out to the bar was always a stressful one. A lot of the time he was easygoing, he wasn’t strict on the standards that they kept the Velvet Cat to, but he was unpredictable, uncontrollable, and sometimes he could be terribly violent.
“What are you looking at?” Murdoch said to Rose.
She was sitting at the bar, stirring a cup of coffee even though it was black.
“Nothing,” she said.
She was just thinking. Her mind was wandering and she was staring across the bar out through the window. Murdoch had been different since the other night when she’d let him have his way with her. It had been the first time in a long time that he’d actually managed to fuck her. When
“Will it hurt you?”
“I’ll be okay,” she said.
She couldn’t believe that she was having to talk him through the entire process. He was supposed to be forcing her to do this. Now she was walking him through it.
He thrust against her ass again and this time, in a shock of sensation that flooded through her entire body, she felt his rock hard, rigid cock slide deep up into her asshole.
She screamed out, more from surprise than from any pain.
“Are you okay?” he said again.
“Yes,” she grunted.
It was overpowering, the feeling of it was almost too much, but it wasn’t pain. She could handle it.
“Fuck me,” she said, and she didn’t have to say anything after that.
Murdoch began ramming her anus with his hard, thick cock, driving it deep up into her asshole. She screamed out from the sensation of it and that only seemed to excite him even farther.
“Oh yeah,” he cried out.
Rose screamed as he continued to pound his rod deep into her. She was looking at the wall and she tried to picture an attractive man as she was being fucked. She couldn’t do it. All she could see were the faces of Murdoch, and Caribou Bill, and Serge Gauthier and all the other awful lowlifes she was surrounded by in this place. She even pictured Rex Savage’s face. These were all men she hated, and it was sad that she couldn’t see anyone but them when she tried to imagine a man. It was like all the good memories she had of things that had happened before she’d been captured and taken to this place were fading. She wondered if the day would come when all she could remember would be this place. She imagined if she stayed here long enough, if she could’t find a way to escape, then that was what would happen. This would be all she would ever know. The members of the DRMC, the customers of the Cat, those men would fuck her and abuse her till they were done with her and then her life would be over.
She shuddered at the thought of that, of spending all the rest of her life up there in that desolate, godforsaken place. For the rest of her life she would be fucked and gawked at by horny, disgusting men until she was no longer of any use to them. Was that really all she had to look forward to?
As if to answer her, Murdoch thrust hard into her anus and began orgasming. She could feel the pulsing throb of his penis as it began to reach its ultimate climax. Then she felt the sticky jets of semen flying up into her rectum, filling her up. He hadn’t worn a condom. His cock shot streaks of wet, hot jizz right into her and she cried out from the sensation of it. Murdoch screamed too.
Then he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed. Rose remained in the position she was in, staring at the wall. For some reason, she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to be lying on the bed next to Murdoch as the pleasure of his orgasm wafted over him so she refused to lie down.
Murdoch’s dog was outside. Rose remained in position, listening to his dog outside the window, barking like a crazy animal. Murdoch’s semen slowly slid out of her asshole and down her thighs, onto the bedsheets that she would be sleeping on in the cold, dark dampness of that prison that was her life.
VI
R OSE AND MURDOCH WERE A little edgy on Thursday. The prospect of having Serge come out to the bar was always a stressful one. A lot of the time he was easygoing, he wasn’t strict on the standards that they kept the Velvet Cat to, but he was unpredictable, uncontrollable, and sometimes he could be terribly violent.
“What are you looking at?” Murdoch said to Rose.
She was sitting at the bar, stirring a cup of coffee even though it was black.
“Nothing,” she said.
She was just thinking. Her mind was wandering and she was staring across the bar out through the window. Murdoch had been different since the other night when she’d let him have his way with her. It had been the first time in a long time that he’d actually managed to fuck her. When
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