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The grin was gone and he couldn’t read what emotion might be running through her. “Don’t have to do what?” “This. You…you don’t have to ...ive me sex.” Too late did he realize the damage had been done. The awkwardness settling in between them was irreversible. She would always feel weird around him now. He would always recall the feel of her hand on his cock, her slender thighs straddled across his and the erect splendor of her dark nipples, ripe and ready, right before his eyes. How could they. I wouldn't be able to. He made sure though that I could see Nevin. He then started ordering the men to do other things to me. They used broom handles, metal pieces, and other things. And of course, this would make Nevin fight back and try to get to me. They would start to beat him, use the nerve whips on him. They brought in a long piece of metal that had an end that was glowing hot and put it to him. All of this the Captain would make me watch. Then he would have his men take me again stopping. More

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