That second bitch Fazlin had been a fighter.Fuck me for a sixteen year old she was strong.She had so nearly made me crash the van .I had’nt bound her tightly enough in my haste to get moving.That bitches nails scratched my face when I got back here and opened the vehicles back doors.I was caught completely by surprise when she jumped me like a bat out of hell.Clawing my face and making a dash for it.If it werent for the dogs getting her she would have got away.That was the fiesty bitches weakness she was petriffied of canines.How the mighty fell!I terrorised her with the dogs and they tamed her.Them and my fists.I had beaten her silly when I raped her and found her not to be a virgin.The thought of her ass made my cock become rigid in my jeans.Had’nt that been delightful!The tightest narrowest little poophole I ever came across.The movie I had made of her shackled,on her hands and knees.Ass high in the air legs stretched apart and bound by the ankles to the deadbolts set into the floor.Her hands flat to the surface shackled to the bolts with cuffs.I had raped her repeatedly that night and was tired.Her ass was bruised from beating, yellow
