Ilario let out a deep sigh at Vecinni’s choice of descriptor for the girl’s ass, saying nothing but still doing his best to keep her calm. Once Vecinni was all the way in however, he sat back, lighting another cigarette.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> “See, Kitten? That wasn’t so bad now was it?”</span>he asked, staring at her blue-green tear filled eyes, wide with fear and probably a little pain.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">“It could have been worse….” </span><br/><br/>At that moment, Catriona felt Luca surge forwards, forcing his way through her tight body as she screamed through the gag, driving through to the point where he impacted with the back, causing her to cry out once more. She squirmed, struggling against the restraints as they started to move, trying to beg them to stop with muffled whimpering and cries. She couldn’t understand why they were doing this, both, together. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to work out. It was supposed to be some nice young man, with smouldering eyes and a kind smile. They’d have been together for months, maybe even years. And it would be sweet and gentle, probably in a feather bed, with a bottle of wine… she yelped, Vecinni driving in even further, as he began to grunt, pushing in harder.<br/><br/>An audible fizzle and pop was heard, the singular light bulb blowing out as Illario sighed, flicking his lighter and casting the entire room in a faint glow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> “I’ll go see what that was….” </span>he sighed.<br/><br/>It was a few minutes before he returned, setting down a kerosene lantern on the table, and a few candles around the place.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">“Circuit blew. Guess they didn’t finish the electric on this place…”</span>he said, letting the flickering flames bring some light back into the room.