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It was afternoon - and sunny - when She hung me out in the field, laughing with Her friends about what a scarecunt I was. Heard their lewd jests disappearing as they went in to have drinks. Then silence.
Now, hours later, my cold, naked body twitches spastically, unable to bear the rough wood boring into my arms one second longer. Or the rope that my cunnie is forced to ride. My hands and feet, strangled by the ropes binding wrists and ankles, have no feeling at all.
My voice hoarse and weak from screaming, I howl frantically one more time into the gag that spreads my lips impossibly wide, turns my helpless cries into huffing sounds, just one more of the little breezes that ruffle the grass.
The rain, at first feeling soothing on my sweaty body, starts pelting down, my body shivering frantically with the cold.
The old burlap bag tied around my head rapidly soaks up water. Sticks to my face, gradually shutting out the air . . .
It was afternoon - and sunny - when She hung me out in the field, laughing with Her friends about what a scarecunt I was. Heard their lewd jests disappearing as they went in to have drinks. Then silence.
Now, hours later, my cold, naked body twitches spastically, unable to bear the rough wood boring into my arms one second longer. Or the rope that my cunnie is forced to ride. My hands and feet, strangled by the ropes binding wrists and ankles, have no feeling at all.
My voice hoarse and weak from screaming, I howl frantically one more time into the gag that spreads my lips impossibly wide, turns my helpless cries into huffing sounds, just one more of the little breezes that ruffle the grass.
The rain, at first feeling soothing on my sweaty body, starts pelting down, my body shivering frantically with the cold.
The old burlap bag tied around my head rapidly soaks up water. Sticks to my face, gradually shutting out the air . . .
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