Ape chuckled, “The b***h likes it rough!”
“I’m not surprised,” Pig commented dryly. “Fear is a powerful drug for many people. Why do you think she chooses to play such dangerous games?”
Ape’s index finger trailed across her hip, tickling, and found its way down her belly to the pubic hair. He toyed with her curls, winding them about his fingers and tugging at them. Alice caught herself churning against him and striving to draw his hand lower. When the exploring fingers finally descended, she sighed. There—Yes—It’s all right—only a dream.
Many times, in the darkness of her room, she had caressed herself furtively under the sheets, but this touch was unfamiliar, so foreign, so—other. She whimpered.
“She’s wet,” Ape announced to the room.
“This will never do,” Pig sounded aggrieved. “I h
