He was a big man and I had taken all of him inside me, a six to eight inches of movement, in and out, side to side, wracking my being with multiple or...asms, all coming in succession, each one more powerful than the previous, losing count and consciousness, I just clung around his neck as he battered and bruised me deeper than anything before, twisting and opening my virginity to his eventual release, seeding my womanhood, kissing my face as I sobbed, all new emotions and new sensations, a new. This is how she wanted Amelia; in complete control of her. Now she was the one who belonged to Amelia, instead of Estelle. She wondered if this were indeed heaven.Sophia realized that, despite Amelia's face being inches from her own, she could not actually see it. It was as though so much attention had been devoted to feeling her that her vision actually suffered. All she saw was a blurry face staring down at her, expressionless. It made her a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head to the. But George was not around so often. I think he was canvassing the client while Susan, hunting the prey. George came to my bedroom one more time. But his intention to have intercourse with me failed because I didn’t want to fuck that ugly man who drove me in thisw disgustful situation. I strongly protest even to touch me. I threatened him to commit suicide if he touches my body without my consent. He succumbed. He was not able to leave me as I was their precious catch. There after he did not. Yet the hours of hard, forced fucking she's endured has conditioned Stacy....brainwashed her to a point where she can't help but think of herself as property now. Their property. After Duke finishes massaging Stacy's pussy, he allows her to get dressed. They walk hand-in-hand out to her van, which some of the frat boys have painted a new color and switched license plates on, so no one will know it was ever hers. They climb in, to find the majority of the guys waiting. They have Stacy drink some.