Amelia’s Rescue

“Thank you,” said Amelia, gasping for breath now that they were inside. “Goodness, I was so worried what they might do to me…”

“Yeah,” the slave said, peering out the window at Anna Lee’s gangbang. “They woulda been brutal.”

He looked over at her. “I be more gentle.”

Amelia froze. He lunged for her, narrowly missing. She screamed and tried to run, but he was already on top of her. He wrestled her to the floor, tearing her blouse. He tore through her layers of clothing until her pussy was exposed. He ripped open her top, breasts bouncing. She felt the rug underneath her and tried to scream again, but he covered her mouth, pulling down his tattered pants.

“You a young one,” he said. “Tight.”

He wet his fingers and penetrated her, getting her ready. Amelia struggled to no avail. He was stronger, his weight pressing her down against the living room rug.