She thinks she does, but she doesn’t. Indian Sex He’sh a shick fuck faggoc!” The Hole tells Tracy. She barely notices. “on’t ishen oo him! “Now, Rapewhore, fuck her ass.”
“Oooooh!” The Hole screams in fear! Tracy rapes the Hole’s hole without any compassion or hate. “He’sh uh wom who ig it. “She didn’t care about you.” Whip. She has no idea what’s to come. “She wanted you kidnapped.” Whip. It clothes her little, but looks kinky. Too bad. Without much enthusiasm Tracy grunts with the effort of penetration. Tracy, realizing as much, pulls out as much as she can. The force of anger isn’t there, so the dildo has a hard fight getting into the terrified, virgin ass. “You see,” I say affectionately. Now fuck her. The Hole, my beautiful stump of a slave, is just that, a hole. Pay attention” Tracy peels her eyes away from the Hole. Tracy’s head bobs up, looking at what’s happening. Preesh!” The Hole looks over at the Post and begs. We can eshcape!”
I strikes Tracy again, her bright red ass bouncing. And again. “Now fuck her!” I whip her. The Post, her beautifully scarred flesh straining with the effort, carries the Hole by it’s leather harness.
