Her skin was lovely cocoa color. Her hair was crazy-curly-on top, but flat on the sides. Her boobs where Double D's at least. Her shirt was pink, s...lky, and tight. I /could see a fair amount of cleavage. I thought the buttons might pop of. Her pants were some gaudy African pattern and they clung to her tightly. Even from the front i could tell her ass was HUGE. She looked angry and I was a little afraid. I was intimidated by the size of her but, being the perv I am, I was also turned. Until the next road-wreck.When Carol had called Thursday morning, Karen's first thought had been that Harry had had an accident, that maybe the final act of the opera was beginning and her character was finally to sing her aria. She was the last companion of the hero whose part it was to mourn his passing while stalking into the forest, seeking the witch that had taken his life, there to end hers with much Wagnerian Sturm und Drang. She was ready to play that role. She owed him that. The dream. All twenty five of the men swarmed on Connie with chains, belts and sticks and brutally pummeled her into submission. They were picking her up and letting her stand on her feet and giving her a chance to fight back just to knock her down and beat her again. She was now in her bra and panties and her body was completely covered in bruises and cuts, her arms and legs were broken as well as her hips. The men made sure she wasnt hurt too bad though because they didnt want her to die, they just. Thinking about why she should sound like that, Cherrill realized she'd likely strained her voice with all that screaming when Frank had horsewhipped her."Good! She's awake!" Elaine chimed as she swept through the rounded, curtained doorframe. "Here's some water for you, darling, and one of Jonathan's special pastries."She sat the tray down on a dresser and scowled at Michael, who was still holding the sheet up away from Cherrill's very naked body from when he'd been frowning down at all the.