Vern ~ in the art room<br/><br/>Music in the art room. The sound of screaming orgasms. It wasn't love. It was lust at first sight. Vern was scooting Madison shamelessly around the floor so her tits dragged and her ass was swimming with his fingers while she clamped around his first knuckle like she was a bear trap.<br/><br/>Vern pumped her faster. Followed her body's explosions with everything he could throw on her. Not once did he screw up and break her hymen. But he screwed up everything else about what she was thinking and feeling.<br/><br/>He was gonna fuck her later. Maybe tomorrow. Beat her until she was welted then tease her cunt until she couldn't think of anything but taking his cock inside her. But that was tomorrow. Today he was letting her get a taste of a palm ride. Safe. Getting her ready for the big machine.<br/><br/>But her screaming and thrusting those hips while he felt her cum. That drove him to panting. Not from the work either. He was gonna need some relief. That's when he heard the little cunt on the door. He grinned over to her.<br/><br/>"Yah want my cock, bitch?" Vern offered. She'll get it too. Maybe he'd do her in the back of the van while they were tranporting them. Maybe when he got her to her new home and whipped her to warm her up. Maybe.<br/><br/>He hadn't heard from the other one tied on the desk in a while. She'd been quiet. But she was scared to death to begin with. Pity that. He liked scared. He liked scared enough to use tools on her before screwing her. Maybe in private and dump her into the same cage as the others later. Or maybe across the hall where they could see what he was gonna do to her and not help her afterwards. A warning to them all.<br/><br/>Maybe.<br/><br/>"Yah like that don't yah, lil' cum slut?" Vern said to Madison as he notice Jethro curling up nicely in the corner.<br/><br/>