Her hips flipped up towards her chest, and I watched as her belly muscles contracted, futilely trying to expel the instrument of torture buried in her loins.


Her hips flipped up towards her chest, and I watched as her belly muscles contracted, futilely trying to expel the instrument of torture buried in her loins. Her knees flipped down again, her back arched, and a goddawful wail vibrated from her chest. Her knees flipped up and down again a number of times as her brain overloaded, trying to find a position that would ease the burning deep within her belly. I realized her electrified movements might flip her off the bed so she would crack her skull open on the floor, so I dragged her back to the head of the bed and locked the two set of handcuffs dangling from the wall to the bar holding her knees apart.

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