Betrayal Of The Virgin Bride - Excerpt

"What is it I have to do?"

"Just a simple trade, Mrs. Gettys. You can look at it this way... George tried to take something of great value that didn’t belong to him, so, in turn, we’re simply taking what is of value to him-and that is you."

"Me? What do you mean?"

"You, Mrs. Gettys, and the prize of your virginity."

"No!" I couldn’t believe what I heard.

"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed right back. "If you’ll excuse the crude language, it would seem to be the best way to phrase the facts-you’re going to be fucked, deflowered, fucked and used by the lot of us."

"No!" I jerked from his grasp in an attempt to run from the room, but one of the Chinese men and Mr. Sands himself hauled me back and held me tight. I struggled against their firm hands in an attempt to free myself, but without success. Their grip only tightened on me more, while the swell of enticing desire made my body crave the very thing they wanted from me. I don’t think I understood that desire right then. I was scared for my life and the great heat in me was focused only on getting away. I began to struggle, kicking and clawing. Then from somewhere outside the brawl of bodies, I heard a voice crisply say:

"You know how to calm her, gentlemen. Do it!"

The scuffle was all one great blur for several seconds, until I suddenly found myself shoved over Dac’s big lap, being spanked hard and hotly on my upturned ass. At first, the strikes were from his bare palm landing smartly on my clothed behind. That was enough in itself to get my attention-and yet I kept kicking like a naughty school child. Seconds into the assault-perhaps because I was fighting so hard-the spanking took a nasty change. The emerald dress was jerked up high to expose my naked bottom cheeks and Dac’s huge black fist came down, this time gripping a wooden paddle. The sting shot from my hot, blistered cheeks, though my nerves to the far extremities of my flailing body. Although Dac was certainly big enough to keep me from wrenching off his lap, he soon had help. My wild gyrations were forcefully subdued by men at my head and feet, taking control of my arms and legs so that I could hardly move.

"Dammit it, nooooooooo!" I bawled

But no one paid attention.

My body was wracked with pain, my ass a hellish furnace.

"Stop! Stop! Please!" I grunted loudly as I tried jerking away.

But there seemed no end to the relentless horror.

"If you want him to stop, you do as I tell you." Mr. Sands’ spoke with a voice of reason rising above the loud ruckus.

"Yes, yes anything!"

The black man suddenly stopped the brutal spanking, and my exhausted body went limp. 

Dac’s hand replaced the wooden paddle, massaging the flesh he’d just severely punished. Initially, I was too stunned, too exhausted to think clearly and my body impulsively spoke for me. The soothing touch of that big black hand on my red-hot cheeks recalled my earlier desire. He grabbed one cheek and shook it hard, then with my legs still held down by that pair of unseen hands, he dropped this thick fingers into the crevice and touched my sexual core. It was aflame with sensation. Before I realized what I was doing, I was twisting on the man’s lap, finding myself unbelievably aroused.

"My dear, you’re doing just fine," the elegant Mr. Sands kindly oozed a sexual tone around his words. He was at my head, his hand winding through my hair. He tugged enough for me to feel a taut pressure in my scalp. He was taking charge of me; his calculated gesture spoke volumes. "Julio, bring Fawn and Darcy here. There’s something I think our little virgin needs to see." I tried to control my physical response, but my efforts were futile. I despised myself for reacting like a vulgar slut, but there was no way I could shut down the feelings clamoring for attention in my crotch. As Dac’s fingers played my wet cunt like an instrument, he let the whole crowd know just how juicy I’d become.

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