Some of these rope marks would have never been as beautifully vivid if my body had not responded so violently against the bonds during the last whippi...g. You said I had never squirmed nor whimper-begged as much as when you were raping me after that beating. My breasts bear the significant brunt of the struggle, from my weight and from the movement. The awful throb in the two orbs has been constant, almost as if close to detached from my being if not for the sensation of utter pain. You thought. Heroine of the story is elisa (name changed) age 23 she is a cute and sexy girl which 34-32-34 stats, she lives opposite flat of mine as we were neighbor we use to glance each other many times. Once my parents had gone to a marriage function out of town and I was alone in home suddenly elisa came and knocked on my door and ask if I can help her in her collage presentation.I was also getting bore and said yes she came at 2 pm in the afternoon after almost one hour the presentation work was over. Frank was surprised to find his dick had gotten hard again after rereading the story... One Year Later."Sex tonight?" I'm not really in the mood," replied Nicole."The new Penthouse Letters is here." Frank held up the shrinkwrapped magazine he'd pulled from their mailbox.Nicole shrugged. "To tell you the truth, they're starting to bore me. All the stories are the same after awhile." Her reading and subsequently her sex drive had fallen off this past year. She'd gained another fifteen pounds as. Water was not too much of a problem, within a few days of my abandonment here I’d found a brook running through the forest, with water that ran just clear enough. This was probably the only water source for a few miles at least, and so following this brook I’d see the tiger more often. I wondered if there were others, sometimes why this one would have wandered off on its own to our camp, why it might have dragged me off instead of finishing me. But these thoughts were usually kicked to the back.