Clamps and clothespins pinched her flesh. The snap of a crop on her n*****s made her shriek. And the pulse of c***s between her thighs ended with five throbbing finales—the four brutes, and Bella gladly having the best of it for herself. Floating free away, it was only when Claude stood over her, and ripped the blindfold from her eyes that reality came hurling down to whisk away her tranquil end.
“You were much better than I thought you’d be, he said. “And so little resistance. I had no real idea how perfect you’d be for this. My hunch was right.” So pleased with himself, he looked as though he’d just found buried treasure right there in Bella’s dusty cellar.
Bella spent the next three days at the mercy of these men. She informed Zoë that she was not to be disturbed. Her dear friend knew
