Some of the stings were to my inner thighs and once he cracked it right up between my legs stinging my pussy like a knife. ” You like that bitch?” It was vibrating against my already sore inner walls and felt like salt on an open wound. I felt it when he first started to put it in and I tried to squirm away, knowing how it had torn my pussy walls up so badly. ” Ok bitch tell me which pain you liked best and we’ll do it again” I just sobbed, beaten, raped and humiliated. It had been a long night at the bar. ” Have a drink on me..” he snickered. ” What did you do?” I asked terrified, ” what was that? Then he grabbed my g-string and tore it off me, leaving welts where it tore. I let myself cum several times that night to escape from my captivity and torture. ” Mmmmm, that’s good whiskey.” I could tell that it was all over his face as another load of the juice leaked out of me.
