Sexual acts without consent and Sex Traffickings are real evils in our world and obvious bad. Nor are any stereotypes in this story true. It is just a...kinky story. Also, I hope people who add chapters to his story could keep physical violence to a low-level minimum, it is more about corruption, blackmail, and seduction.Enjoy !!!It is said that under the harsh exterior of every cowgirl, there is a mare waiting to be tamed.You have to ride them hart, for soft lovemaking will never be enough for. ...I could hear Rina screaming with delight as these three guys pumped their cocks into every one of her holes and then I knew I was in for the same treatment. I was laid on my back as the captain grabbed me by the ankles and made sure my bald cunt was on show for all his waiters to see. Then he plunged his big thick hard cock into my very wet pussy and just started to slam away without any warning....then the other two guys stood over me as my head hung the bed and fed me their cocks down my. South of Port Balkat the coastline was inhospitable for many days sailing because the coastal mountains came right up to the sea.The end of the MacTynnen Valley was on top of an escarpment above a swampy delta where the MacTynnen entered the Balkat. Both the escarpment and the swampy ground were good strategic barriers, so the town of Tyndell, and Tyndell Castle, were situated at the other end of the valley to defend the Tyndell Trail and Pass through the Kenty Mountains.The Tyndell Pass went. Anger at him, at them, had fueled me for so long, I was afraid I would disappear without it, as though its weight didn’t hold me back but kept me grounded in this world. I lingered for a moment, remembering all the night he had come in drunk, all the lies he had told my mother, all the times I had been hurt and afraid. But for the first time in years I also remembered how he had laughed when he was teaching me to ride a bike, and the clear summer night that we had spent on the back porch, when.