Her fingers itched to be able to run over his chest, to feel the nipples pucker under her hands. They continued down his taught stomach, until they re...ched the scrap of costume again. She gulped and licked her lips. What a sight. Thick, long, hard, she could already imagine what it must feel like, taste like. She looked back up to his eyes. He was looking at her with a determined look. Suddenly he was striding towards her as she shrank back against the bench. He reached down and cupped her face. Even our government could not be trusted not to harm us for the knowledge.I had to break Cathy. I had to.“Yes, I will hurt you. Remember when I was about fourteen and started reading about western history? Remember the stories I read and told to you about how the Comanche Indians broke the white women they captured to make them docile slaves? You were ten, then. Remember those stories?”Cathy was white, the color gone from her face. I stood right against her, my face in hers. I concentrated on. When I walked in your head turned and you instantly looked me up and down. I could definitely tell you liked my look for the night as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. After a few drinks in me, I asked your name and what you liked to do. As the night went on and the drinks were flowing, I became a little more confident than usual and started dancing seductively in the middle of the bar. This kept forcing you to look over and watch.After all the fun was had for the night, I woke up the next. Bridgette had never before these moments had a gigantic monstrous dick rape her pert little arse hole but it gave up sovereign virginity to her third violent attendant . She passed out as the monstrous cock tore into her helpless arse paving new paths of pain and later pleasure. Her pussy acknowledged every thrust in her arse, every squeeze and kneading of her swollen tits, every pull and tweak of her distended nipples, she was becoming a woman all over again this night, 7 fold.She woke midday.