"I told you about our little cabin, didn't I?" asked the German rapist. "Come! Pet!"
He dragged Charlotte out of the church and back outside. The air was cool against her still tingling skin. Before she could react she found the tattoo covered man had fastened something around her neck. "Not leash, just my belt... but I don't fancy you running off."
Without much other communication the large German tugged to the leash-belt around Charlotte's neck and started to pull her up the hill. He seemed to be in a chatty mood, "You'll like it up there. I've a chair that you'll suit. It'll let me fuck your face. I'll fuck your tight ass. I'll teach you to swallow my cum. I've a video camera up there. I'll make you an internet star. I want to do a close up of my fucking cock pushing into the tight lips of your nearly-virgin cunt. That'll be something for you to watch. Pet, you'll love it. I figure that in just a few days you'll be the slut I need for my film."
As he lectures the German pulls Charlotte higher up the hill.
"Oh.. hold on..." he announces.
Even as he speaks, after nearly an hour of walking, the sounds of some other human conversation reached Charlotte's ears. They sounded Canadian and they seemed to be walking down from the hill. |