Lisa wasn't sure whether she woke or came to, the room and her situation slowly becoming clear to her as a fog seemed to clear from her mind. She quickly remembered her bonds which dug into her the moment she tried to move, her raised hips and the taste of piss on her lips bringing back other more troubling memories. Try as she might, she could not shift from her raised position, the urge to expel Virgil's copious seed from within her overwhelming. Eventually she gave up, the bastard had propped her up too well so she took a moment to breathe and consider her predicament.
Yes, she had been **** and ****. There was no disputing that. The mother and son had tricked her, stolen her maidenhead and done their darndest to knock her up. While this made her furious, there was a part of her that kept reflecting on fragments of the sordid acts she had endured, the sordid acts that she'd enjoyed so very much, memories that caused her to flush and her skin to tingle pleasantly.
She did her best to push away such thoughts, instead focussing on how she was going to get away from these perverted monsters, but the stink of cum in the air and Alma all over her own face was intensely distracting. She even felt grateful to be tied up at one point, lest she give in to her sick urges and start pleasuring herself.
Eventually the clanking of keys was audible from the other side of the door, the lock clicking and the door swinging wide to reveal...
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