Anonymus - Punished Slut Buch
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Anonymus - Punished Slut
The Vietnam vet had a hang up about whores, as his GI friend had been blown up by a Vietnamese girl he was seeing.
It had turned Ralph psychotic, he was out to take revenge on every whore he found and he made it his life’s work to find them – with ropes, chains and whips he took his anger out on their helpless bodies, working always toward his ultimate goal, his own sister …
From the book: ‘ … "Fucking whore," he snarled. "You are a worthless piece of shit and you know that. That is why you desire this kind of treatment. Well, you are going to get just the kind of treatment that you deserve, you fucking whore."
And he was on the bed quickly, lifting Marsha’s willing arms and tying them with the cord to one of the posts of the bed.
Marsha felt his half-hard cock move against her flesh as he worked at the tying. She surrendered to him and she closed her eyes and concentrated on feelings, the feeling of the cord around her wrists and the feeling of his cock against her naked flesh.
When she was tied, she was still able to lie on her back with her arms lifted up. And she knew that those arms were going to tire very easily in that position.
She opened her eyes and looked into Bob’s dark eyes. There had been a certain kind of boyish innocence in them before, when he had told her that he and Nina were going steady.
But now the innocence had passed. Now there was anger and lust and a masterful fire that she sensed deep in her heart.
His gaze seemed to burn right through her naked body. He moved against her, rubbed his cock against her tits.
It was no boyish accident. This young man knew exactly what he was doing. He had probably been trained to do this by his girlfriend, the summer professional, Marsha thought.
It had turned Ralph psychotic, he was out to take revenge on every whore he found and he made it his life’s work to find them – with ropes, chains and whips he took his anger out on their helpless bodies, working always toward his ultimate goal, his own sister …
From the book: ‘ … "Fucking whore," he snarled. "You are a worthless piece of shit and you know that. That is why you desire this kind of treatment. Well, you are going to get just the kind of treatment that you deserve, you fucking whore."
And he was on the bed quickly, lifting Marsha’s willing arms and tying them with the cord to one of the posts of the bed.
Marsha felt his half-hard cock move against her flesh as he worked at the tying. She surrendered to him and she closed her eyes and concentrated on feelings, the feeling of the cord around her wrists and the feeling of his cock against her naked flesh.
When she was tied, she was still able to lie on her back with her arms lifted up. And she knew that those arms were going to tire very easily in that position.
She opened her eyes and looked into Bob’s dark eyes. There had been a certain kind of boyish innocence in them before, when he had told her that he and Nina were going steady.
But now the innocence had passed. Now there was anger and lust and a masterful fire that she sensed deep in her heart.
His gaze seemed to burn right through her naked body. He moved against her, rubbed his cock against her tits.
It was no boyish accident. This young man knew exactly what he was doing. He had probably been trained to do this by his girlfriend, the summer professional, Marsha thought.