A new vision

Mr. Ingram attached two new cords to Molly's ankles. Sliding each cord into the rings that held Molly's wrists to the wooden cross, the cruel Englishman pulled them tight.
Slowly, the young Irish girl's leg were spread and lifted; her pussy was spread and exposed.

Mr. Ingram approached the girl with a short, sharp knife. A few swift cuts removed the tattered remains of Molly's clothing. She hung on the cross wearing only her black, cotton, knee-length stockings.

Molly squirmed and cried a the beast began touching her. His hands explored her body. Molly sobbed as he touched her in places no one had ever seem or touched. His fingers lingered on her breasts; he tingles and twisted her red nipples until they were hard and tight. He licked her ears and neck. His head dropped and he suckled and softly bit the tender nipples.

In her shame and horror, Molly felt a new sensation rising in her belly. She realized that her private nook was tingling; it felt wet and slick.

"Please, sir, no, not there!" Molly begged although she knew her cries were in vain. Mr. Ingram's fingers were now probing her slit. His fingers rubbed the girl, sliding up and down the slit. Gently, he eased into her virgin pussy.

"You have a sweet, tight cunt, bitch!" Mr. Ingram now had two fingers sliding in and out to the knuckles. "Oh, the delights I plan for this treasure.!" His fingers were stopped by Molly's virgin barrier. "How delicious, a true virgin! Shall I take you now or shall I share the moment with Mrs. Ingram?"

Mr. Ingram slipped his fingers from Molly's slit. Standing in front of the girl, he carefully stripped his clothing, laying each garment on a nearby chair. For the first time in her life Molly's eyes beheld a man's naked, erect manhood. She had occasionally bathed her younger brothers when they were tiny, but this was totally different. It was huge! It was rock hard! And the beast intended to **** it into her body!