No. Stephen! No! N-n-n-no… Harriet’s words were scarcely intelligible, forced through clenched teeth, her sensitive features contorted. She felt his hand clamping her waist while she jerked and twisted under the torrent of stinging smacks.
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He lashed me into a chair, restrained my hands, then all but sat on my chest. While I was powerless to resist him, he forced his sizable manhood down my throat. Gagging got my ears boxed and my hair pulled. And inadvertently nick- ing him with my teeth made him angry enough to smack my face until I saw stars.
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