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Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.**********Awkwardly, Gail obeyed: one leg on each side of the tree to which she was bound. She faced him, hating, but obedient. She had long since abandoned heroics. He manhandled her sex until she was gasping. Then bit her nipples until she pleaded. She knew he wanted her to plead, so she did it as quickly and humiliatingly as she could contrive. Curtis was satisfied. He did not switch her. Gail was grat...
Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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Awkwardly, Gail obeyed: one leg on each side of the tree to which she was bound. She faced him, hating, but obedient. She had long since abandoned heroics. He manhandled her sex until she was gasping. Then bit her nipples until she pleaded. She knew he wanted her to plead, so she did it as quickly and humiliatingly as she could contrive. Curtis was satisfied. He did not switch her. Gail was grateful. The boy often threatened to whip her, but had never done so. Perhaps. his mother had warned him off her own preserves. But Curtis was an opportunist. He began to pluck her pubic hair. One at a time. Slowly and painfully.
"Please, Curtis, don't do that. It hurts."
"You don't care about the hurtin'. You're just scared o' havin' a bald cunt," he jibed.
Gail kept silent while he amused himself. It was surprisingly painful. He extracted each hair very slowly so as to cause her the maximum pain and shame. He was his mother's son! She always wondered why the little horror did not rape her. She supposed his mother must have warned him there too. Ma Billings would not enjoy a pregnant prisoner.
But Curtis was on a mission. Gail got a scant satisfaction from the fact that Ma Billings progeny were almost as much afraid of their mother as herself. Reluctantly, he abandoned his pubic sport and untied her hands. As always, it felt impossibly good and wonderful to be free. Even to massage her wealed wrists was a privilege, a privilege of short duration since Curtis grabbed her right hand and slipped a fresh loop about the wrist.
"You don't have to do that," Gail protested. " 'Course I don't. But you ain't goin' to stop me." He was very certain of what he could get away with.
Gail shrugged. It was not worth a fight, possibly a few cuts with the switch and an argument with Ma. It was easier to allow the urchin to lead her back to the ranch house on a tether like a dog. It amused him, and her own capacity for shame was sadly depleted. It did not matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
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Awkwardly, Gail obeyed: one leg on each side of the tree to which she was bound. She faced him, hating, but obedient. She had long since abandoned heroics. He manhandled her sex until she was gasping. Then bit her nipples until she pleaded. She knew he wanted her to plead, so she did it as quickly and humiliatingly as she could contrive. Curtis was satisfied. He did not switch her. Gail was grateful. The boy often threatened to whip her, but had never done so. Perhaps. his mother had warned him off her own preserves. But Curtis was an opportunist. He began to pluck her pubic hair. One at a time. Slowly and painfully.
"Please, Curtis, don't do that. It hurts."
"You don't care about the hurtin'. You're just scared o' havin' a bald cunt," he jibed.
Gail kept silent while he amused himself. It was surprisingly painful. He extracted each hair very slowly so as to cause her the maximum pain and shame. He was his mother's son! She always wondered why the little horror did not rape her. She supposed his mother must have warned him there too. Ma Billings would not enjoy a pregnant prisoner.
But Curtis was on a mission. Gail got a scant satisfaction from the fact that Ma Billings progeny were almost as much afraid of their mother as herself. Reluctantly, he abandoned his pubic sport and untied her hands. As always, it felt impossibly good and wonderful to be free. Even to massage her wealed wrists was a privilege, a privilege of short duration since Curtis grabbed her right hand and slipped a fresh loop about the wrist.
"You don't have to do that," Gail protested. " 'Course I don't. But you ain't goin' to stop me." He was very certain of what he could get away with.
Gail shrugged. It was not worth a fight, possibly a few cuts with the switch and an argument with Ma. It was easier to allow the urchin to lead her back to the ranch house on a tether like a dog. It amused him, and her own capacity for shame was sadly depleted. It did not matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
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