1912 — Comstock House, Columbia
Elizabeth bit her lip and Groaned as the member parted her soft buttcheeks. Her breathing quickened as she felt the tip burying itself deeper and deeper inside her. She protested and flailed fearing that the massive penis would rip her but her entire body filed to sinful violation.
Trying to sneak from Comstock House proved to be a poor idea, Silence’s natives constantly watched. She wasn’t quick and clever enough and one of them had spotted her and pounced. Sapped from weeks of experimentation that is inhumane of her intensity, she could do nothing to resist. She soon found the answer because she was ravaged by it in ways no human could — and wondered if those things were not or human.
She didn’t want to resist The dick fucking her ass raw left her cheeks red and her tongue twitch. Running, she decided. Booker can rot in hell. He probably never will if he has not come for her .
Might as well enjoy the perverted joys while she could.
