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All my concentration had to be on keeping myself from falling, yet wasn't I falling even as I walked, would I not be a fallen woman coming down here, or at least a fallen child?
I felt Jill's breath on my shoulder and knew she must be in the same predicament.
She feared tumbling down the raping cheerleader stairs.
Max came after her, no doubt entranced by her nervously waggling hips, her woman's hips, bared like a bride's must be for the wedding night festivities.
My breath caught in my raping throat as I descended the last few steps.
Here, in this simple suburban cellar, Max had created a separate world.
The stone on raping cheerleader the walls was old.
Had he imported it specially, or built the house over forced sex this place?
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The floor was carpeted, I realized, stepping down onto it with my bare feet raping cheerleader.
Its warmth comforted me as I stood shivering in the half-cold of the dungeon, its temperature forced sex somewhere between midnight and dawn, never warming to the heat of midday, always staying a recessed, quiet place, where the skin might be cooled down for warming with wicked things, things that might warm certain portions of the body only, leaving the rest chilly and unloved, unhurt.
I reached behind myself and let my hands hug photos the plump -year-old cheeks of my bottom.
Feeling the carpet beneath me, I realized it was not for my comfort, or any girl's, but only for Max's.
He would rule us here, and we would suffer and be forced sex discomforted.
In the dungeon I saw old, wretched equipment, from the days of the inquisition, imported, I guessed, from Spain, to break the raping cheerleader Indians of their innocent beliefs in spirits and ghosts and make them baptised members of God's Holy Church.
There was a guillotine, with a special bench for the victim to lie on, its rearward portion upraised so they might be sodomized even as they waited for the gleaming blade above to descend.
There was an indoor scaffold, its noose dangling down, with straps along its base where the girl might have her legs spread apart, displaying her sex to her captor as he prepared her for her doom.
Looking close, mesmerized, I saw the ankle straps would skitter downward along the upright posts of the scaffolding when the noose was dropped, leaving the poor girl bitterly wide open and available even as she felt the noose grip and break her pretty neck.
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