Guthrie half leads half drags the girl into the carriage house, shutting the door behind him. She struggles painfully to her feet and stands there, her legs tight together, her eyes downcast, holding her hands over her mound in modesty. Moving back to the girl he walks around to her head, again lifting it by her hair, shows her the bundle and brushing them lightly, caressingly against her cheek, the thorns leaving tiny marks, watches her reaction as her eyes widen even more. She screams each time louder although her throat is already raw, her voice hoarse. She squirms and tries to get away from the hand that torments her, but with her hands bound, and her captors hand tangled tightly in her hair, she does no more than fuck herself even harder with his gloved finger deep inside her.
