Aaron's eyes met Brandy's. Her gaze wasn't demanding, it wasn't demeaning: she was silently pleading to let this happen. She had to have another plan. That could be the only way this girl would submit to this. But he couldn't help wonder why he had so much faith in her— he'd just met her. Maybe it was just the fact that she seemed to have survived this long within this horrid system. He took a hold of the shank and sat up, wincing in pain as a sharp jabbing sensation ran through his chest and abdomen. He definitely had at least a broken rib or two.<br/><br/>He didn't say a word, he simply sat there and held the shank. Victor took note of that and smirked, "Smart lad." He said as he returned his attention to his new toy. He held back the groans as she ground her ass against his crotch. His pants bulged, making it clear that he wanted her. His hands wrapped around, one went upwards to clench her breast and the other inched down to meet her slit, which two fingers hooked into. "You just want two things, a warm cock to fill this cunt of yours and someone to make sure you have better than gruel to eat." His fingers slid knuckle deep into her only fora brief moment before he pulled his digits out of her. He ran the two fingers up her navel and then slid them into his own mouth.<br/><br/>He sucked on his fingers for a moment, tasting her, "You really are a sweet little thing." He went ahead and unbuckled his pants, leaving his boxers the only piece of cloth to hide his erection. His hips pressed forward as he pressed his still veiled manhood against her, he ground his hips forward for a moment before he pulled off his boxers. His large swollen mushroom head glistened. Without a word or a warning his hips pushed forward as he pressed his manhood into her, letting his shaft bury itself into her tight little cunt.<br/><br/>His hips pumped furiously with one singular goal.