She felt herself slammed back into the stone wall. Looking down at her foe she saw madness in his dark eyes. A rough hand slapped her check, whipping ...er head to the left. Knuckles punched her head the other way. Another force bruised her ribcage and she again fell to her knees. Dizzy and bleary-eyed, she felt rough hands this time yank her to her feet by her wrists. Her entire body swung by her wrists and she felt herself hurling toward the stone. She braced for the impact at the last second,. He returned to London on a Saturday. That Monday, he was outside l’Ecole Gallienne at six o’clock. When the first girls came out the door, one called back: Esther, your carriage is here.” They walked off giggling. Esther looked less amused.“I shan’t get in, milord, until you promise to act like a gentleman.”“I shall neither kiss you nor adjust the lap robe around you this entire week,” he said promptly.Esther could not decide how she felt about this answer. In the first place, that meant that. Eyes barely open as she gazes into nowhere, body limp, her mind wanders in her exhausted state as she tries to comprehend her madness. Already she’s unable to remember the particulars of every single torture except that the pain’s unbearable and lasts for hours on end during nightmare after nightmare and that they’re never piecemeal or drift into other scenarios like ordinary dreams seem to do. And, she could swear there’s always some sort of visible remnant of the tortures left even. Her pussy was struggling to swallow the awful jocks monster cock. Struggling, but not failing. She had taken it all the way to the base each stretching inch feeling like the last humanly possible. Now he was beginning to fuck back and forth, her deep intimate cervix feeling this big holed cock end sniffing at it."Uuuh, aw, aww, aww ah, ah, ah, ahhh!"The ship was coming alive around her she could feel and smell the electrical power.Jed's spinal nodes glowed hot, his body failing to flinch from.