Those beautifully pixyish, almost blessedly angelic features were hideously disfigured with a malefic rage. The usually cutely-dimpled cheeks were congested red, the small but full lips were wrinkled back and the huge blue eyes had narrowed and were simply blazing with hate. The contrast between her saintly white lace and nurse’s cap and the demonic antithesis of compassion in that snarling countenance was jarring in the extreme.
Tortured already by her exquisitely uncomfortable bondage, the choking c**k in her throat and the monstrously oversized, cruelly vibrating one stuffing up and buzzing angrily away at her woefully wounded and condemned to uselessness womanhood, Slave Sara’s suffering at the hatred, contempt, and vitriolic rage focused on her by her limitlessly adored lover hurt he
