She jerked and howled into her gag endlessly, head thrown backwards. He bit down hard for a few seconds before release. Tears poured freely from her f...rightened eyes. He straightened up his body, moved forward on his knees till his blackened, erect meat dangled above her face. He snorted, a half laugh. His throbbing cock was long and oily, thick with twisted veins, it stank of piss and cum. “Now this!” he began, holding his cock to slap her face, “is your new pet! You are to welcome it warmly. I was most agreeably surprised, while at my studies one morning, by the noise of carriage wheels driving rapidly over the stone pavement of the courtyard. I threw my book into one corner, bounded down the stairs, and met my father at the hall door; he was accompanied by my uncle, Count C-, and his two sons, who were about my own age.In the course of the day my father told me that he was about to start for Russia as ambassador, and that after remaining at the chateau for a week or two, my uncle. I looked to the space in front of his couch. There was no TV, though there was a cabinet holding the Playstation 4 Ron had mentioned. Then I looked up above the couch ... he had a projector!Ron headed to the kitchen and I heard the clink of dishes. I remembered he had talked about tea the first time we had met, which was a British thing. “Oh, Ron, you don’t have to...”“Nonsense!” he said as he came back into the living room, a tray in his hands. “I always keep m’self ready for a cuppa in case. She tossed and turned at the nightmares until the bright light of morning finally woke her. For a few, blissful seconds, Rachel had thought it had all been a dream. A terrible dream. But her stomach lurched when she glanced down at her body and saw she was in the same clothes she had been in the night before. Her stretched out t-shirt made her skin crawl as the reality of what she had done twisted through her stomach. She rolled over to bury her face in the pillows. She wanted to crawl inside.
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