"Good," said the tattoo covered man as he regarded Charlotte. "No underwear. I knew you were a slut!"
Charlotte frowned, shocked, "Am not!" she spat out before thinking about it.
The German's smile turned into a frown, he reached backwards and to the whip he had taken from the cafe, "You only ever agree with me. You say 'Yes master'. Understood?"
Between her legs, the thong throbbed - it felt good, ~You can say whatever you like,~ said the voice, ~I think I'll enjoy your punishment~
Charlotte blinked, "Um... yes, m-ma-master?" This bastard wasn't her master. Was he? She had no more time to think about it. The tattoo covered man rushed towards her, catching her naked body in the hook of one long arm and slamming her back against one of the graffiti covered walls of the old church.
"Your tone of voice needs to improve," he said to her; his face right by Charlotte's. "Now spread your legs". He grappled with her arms, yanking her wrists together and pulling her hands up above her head.
Charlotte discovered that her tattoo covered capture was strong enough to pin her against the wall with just one of his hands. She struggled on her tip-toes, held just a fraction too high for comfort and as she felt the man's large dick slide slowly into her cunny - was persuaded not to scream in terror by the thong as it expertly massaged her clit, releasing a small ripple of delight. To Charlotte's shame she found she gasped in pleasure as some rapist took her virginity. |