lavenders
neck is strapped to a pole in a basement. Her wrists are cuffed. She
hears sounds of distress and the smack of wood on flesh. She waits,
nervous, craning her neck. Before long PD shows up, stuffing her mouth
and bagging her head. He drags poor lavender into the other room. Two
girls sit on the floor side by side, both with wrists and ankles cuffed,
both hooded and chained to the wall. Left to their own devices, their
fingers find one another. Before long, they've removed hoods and gags,
but metal is another matter altogether. He fucked me half a dozen times,
brina tells lavendar, panicked and breathless. I thought sure he was
going to kill me. Before they can escape, PD shows up, ruthlessly
caning them. He tosses a set of keys at the two girls. You've got 15
minutes, he says. He orders his victims to strip and to make out. He
tells them what to do with each other until lavendar's sucking PD's cock
as she sits on brina's face. PD crams all that squirming girl flesh
into a shallow box set into the floor. When he locks down the top, they
scream. They beg and cry. After shocking the shit of them with a taser,
he pisses on his girls. You're never leaving here, he says. Youre mine
now.
