Chapter Eleven
Anne lay on her side in the straw, coughing, shaking and whimpering, her back to and Evelyn. The men had finished with her only a few minutes ago. Before they left, they’d cut the rope that ran from her bound wrists to her neck, but then they’d hogtied her. She looked to be a picture of misery.
felt the need to lean against something solid. There was a nice massive post rising up from the floor that served pretty well for the moment. She also felt a need to get one of those crooked little black cigars out of her pack and light it up, but it didn’t seem to be a good idea to do that inside a wooden building full of hay and straw, no matter how much she wanted it.
She had never seen anything quite like it. Anne had been made to suck each man’s c**k in turn, trying desperate
