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Corliss heard Amy’s muffled grunt and saw her begin struggling. Her hands, shackled behind her, fluttered in their bonds and her arms moved wildly from side to side as she tried to pull free of the handcuffs. The man holding her leash bent over to swat her ass hard. Amy yelped, straightening up and making her ass all the more accessible for the following swat on her other cheek. Then Corliss heard Amy coughing and choking. She thought briefly of drawing her 9mm and charging to Amy’s rescue, but she was badly out of practice with the little automatic and the man with the rifle was still holding it at the ready as he scanned the surrounding woods. He was probably much more likely to use it than she was likely to use her gun.
She wanted to close her eyes, turn away, stop watching. But she couldn’t close her ears, so she would still be able to hear what they were doing to Amy, and in any case she didn’t seem to be able to pry her gaze away. She couldn’t help herself: She just had to watch. Then she suddenly realized that she tasted blood. She still had her knuckle clamped tightly in her teeth. She pulled it out and kept watching, grinding her teeth now until her jaws hurt.
Amy’s tormentor let go of her head. Amy sagged back and off to one side. She looked like she was going to fall over, but the guy with her leash propped her up. Amy’s head drooped. Corliss could hear her coughing and gasping. The men waited until she got her breath back and then the man she’d been sucking off took her head in his hands again and pulled her up and towards him.
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