Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
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Antonio's hand flashed down and wrapped into Ellen's hair. He pulled her to her feet, his dark eyes flashing the hungry need in his loins. "Listen, little cunt, and listen well. I'm going to fuck you. There's no doubt that you're going to get fucked. But there are two ways you can do it, willingly or otherwise. We'll both enjoy it if you cooperate. If you don't, I'll still enjoy it. Is that clear?"
The pain seared through her scalp as the man held her nearly off her feet by the hair. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. And she was still weak from Zelda's mouth, but something inside her kept telling her that Antonio was bad and that he was going to hurt her, no matter what she did. But his eyes, she thought. He wants me and he'll kill me. It was just a momentary flash across her intelligence, but it was enough to make her realize that she was totally helpless. Zelda, she noticed, was simply standing by the bed and almost seemed anxious to see her raped.
Antonio's knife flashed under her chin. Ellen saw it and let the tears flow, causing wavery patterns of the two adults in the room. Then she relaxed. Antonio pushed her over to the bed where she dropped down, feeling without hope and without friends. Let him do his damnedest, she thought, and put her face in her hands.
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Antonio's hand flashed down and wrapped into Ellen's hair. He pulled her to her feet, his dark eyes flashing the hungry need in his loins. "Listen, little cunt, and listen well. I'm going to fuck you. There's no doubt that you're going to get fucked. But there are two ways you can do it, willingly or otherwise. We'll both enjoy it if you cooperate. If you don't, I'll still enjoy it. Is that clear?"
The pain seared through her scalp as the man held her nearly off her feet by the hair. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. And she was still weak from Zelda's mouth, but something inside her kept telling her that Antonio was bad and that he was going to hurt her, no matter what she did. But his eyes, she thought. He wants me and he'll kill me. It was just a momentary flash across her intelligence, but it was enough to make her realize that she was totally helpless. Zelda, she noticed, was simply standing by the bed and almost seemed anxious to see her raped.
Antonio's knife flashed under her chin. Ellen saw it and let the tears flow, causing wavery patterns of the two adults in the room. Then she relaxed. Antonio pushed her over to the bed where she dropped down, feeling without hope and without friends. Let him do his damnedest, she thought, and put her face in her hands.