DID1215 Stockholm Syndrome, Part 3
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Part three of three. Meanwhile, the man in the white mask sneaked off to see Misty. His mind was made up. Realizing the peril she faced, he hurriedly started to undo her handcuffs. Misty thanked him profusely as he went to work. She and her would-be savior were so caught up in what they were doing that they did not noticed the big man enter the room. In his hand was a baseball bat. Silently he stepped behind his treacherous colleague and smashed him on the back of the head. He went down like a sack of potatoes, and stayed utterly motionless on the floor. Misty managed a brief scream before the big man angrily grabbed and shook her. She thought she was in for the worse, but suddenly the man changed his tack. Taking off his clothes, he climbed onto the bed and proceeded to give her the first straight violation of her captivity. In her dark, blindfolded, nightmare world, Misty sobbed and wept in XXXX and despair as she was mercilessly used and abused. The big man first XXXX her to suck his cock nice and deep while he helped himself to fingering her pussy. Often he made her take him so deep that she gurgled and spluttered. Then he lay her on her back and gave her a hard missionary-style fucking that made her cry out pitifully. He slammed his cock to the hilt in to her young pussy - holding her legs wide apart by the ankles to ensure she gave him all the entry he needed. After that, he turned her onto her hands and knees and gave her a relentless ravishing from behind. Cruelly his hands clenched the hair at the back of her and pulled on it to press her into fucking back at him. Finally, he pushed the broken Misty onto her knees and made her suck him off once more - until he let rip a massive load of hot creamy cum that coated her wincing face and entered her reluctantly parted mouth. Misty was a speechless, sniveling wreck come the end of it. Maybe her captors would finish her off as planned, or maybe they would have a change of heart when they reflected on what a pleasurable fuck-toy she could be. But one thing was certain: Misty would never be the same again.