#229485 - Removing his fingers from her mouth, Lord Viktor again grabs her hair at the nape of her neck, savagely pushes her over to a stool sitting in the middle of the floor, giving her one last shove toward it, Sit! She clambers obediently onto the stool and sits there painfully, her cunt sore from the recent invasion, her voice rasping and almost gone from her screaming she begs to be let go, terribly frightened, not daring to imagine what he might have in mind for her. He raises the bundle again and lays another swath of raw welts and gashes over her left inner thigh and up again over her belly, listening to her scream out with every contact. He shows her his cum soaked finger and laughs cruelly, You may be saying no, but your cunt tells me different.