’ Bruni moaned against the hollow of her throat, his hands beginning to move from her face, tracing the graceful curves of her shoulders over her ru...ned tunic, parting the ripped sides to bare the delicate swell of her breasts, the rose colour of her nipples stood in stark contrast to her pale skin and the bruises from her captor’s hand. ‘I cannot let you go to Nikolai.’ *** Kate sighed as Ragnar pulled the door silently behind them as they escaped into the recess beneath the platform. Pulling. Allison ran to her room, stifling her tears until she was alone. She crept to the window looking down on the horse and it’s burden. Suddenly it dawned on her that the horse belonged to her mother. Just as she was about to run back down stairs her brothers moved the body from the horse and an arm fell out, an arm that Allison knew well, for on the wrist there was a bracelet she had given to her mother just before her last birthday. Allison remembered the funeral that followed and the change. Carol tilted her wrist and very slowly pushed her middle finger up Jennifer’s hole to the knuckle and drew it back out. Then she pushed in and pulled out again, probing the slippery tunnel. She added her index finger, fucking up Jennifer’s steaming cunt with both fingers together. Her thumb began to massage the woman’s turbulent clit. Jennifer was humping, her pelvis moving in and out in a fucking motion. Her hands clamped on Carol’s shoulders, her head twisting from side to side. Carol thought. The recent trauma still restricted part of her memory and she stared up at the gorgeous stranger, desperate to remember anything that preceded her being in this room. The man looked to be in his late twenties, he had dark unkempt hair covering his forehead and reaching a few inches above his shoulder. His top eyelids were darkened, enhancing his long eyelashes, and augmenting his emerald eyes. As he moved closer to Ari, she became more bedazzled. His oval face, full lips, and strong jaw had.