Brad’s chair tumbled on its side, crashing to the cement floor. “You sick freak. Then things could go easier for you.”
“C-c-cooperate?” Her heart thundered in her chest. Ashley looked over at Brad. “Please lick my pussy,” she implored. Maybe their tormentor was only bluffing, but with the end of the gun pressed against her most intimate place, she didn’t want to take the chance. “The hunting early this morning was excellent. Panic began to set in. Ashley’s heavy-lidded gaze never left Mladic’s face through it all; she had no choice. You’re definitely a keeper.”
A ‘keeper’? He settled between the girl’s thighs. Like an almost considerate lover, this frightening rapist sucked on her clit, slurped on her wet folds, and gave pleasure with a devotion that appalled her. The naked college student squirmed again on the mattress. Meanwhile, Ashley moved her hips in time to his thrusts with what little motion she could, given her spread-eagled bondage. “You sick freak. “Yes. Please Brad, do what he says! It finally sank in, her predicament. The naked, spread-eagled girl could only bite her lip so hard it nearly bled, trying to keep the moan from sneaking out, as this man controlled her body in the worst way imaginable. Now Ashley heard the stairs creaking as footsteps came closer. Ashley stared at Mladic’s cock.
