<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cookie's Cot after the Shadow Job<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cookie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I gasped and arched my hips in yearning as the Angry Man pulled the barrel of the pistol from my dripping cunt.  I was afeerd and turned on beyond all measure by the way he'd violated me with the pistol.  Sometimes I was a weak little bitch as my aunt said and right now all I could think of was how hungry my little hole was to be fucked.<strong>"Ahhh... mister, mister... please..."</strong>It was uncertain just what I was pleading for as my hips rose.<br/><br/>The breath whistled out of my body in a chuffling whoof as the Angry Man pressed me down against the bed.  He was strong and with his leverage I was pinned in place like those little butterflies I had caught and pinned in a collection.  I tried to wriggle away but he was too strong and too quick.  My legs spread unconsciously when his hand snaked down between my thighs.<strong>"Ahhh... gawd, gawd, thet's... ahhh..."</strong>I cried out when he found my little clitty and rubbed it hard.  Gawd he knew how ta make a girl hot, just at the edge of pain.<br/><br/>I tried to hump back against his fingers as he worked my clit.  Damn... it felt good and the fear drifted to the rear as lust roared into first place in the race for my mind.  "<strong>Yer pistol mister... yea... fuuu..." </strong>Again my hips pressed up, following his fingers in an unspoken desire to continue the intimate touching.  Then He rolled me to the side and smacked my ass.<strong>"Gorl darn it!  Ahhh!  Mister... that... please... gawd doan... doan... stop mister..." </strong>My ass was taunt and muscular under a soft layer of womanly plumpness.  The pale, tender skin reddened immediately under the spanking.  Ever since that misty time in the school where Uncle and Momma rescued me my skin was so much more tender.  I don't remember feeling pain so intensely before when I'd been spanked.  But now it was like his hand was a burning brand and he was lighting my ass cheeks on fire with each slap.<strong>"Ahhh!  Mister... please, oh..."  </strong><br/><br/>With each spank I grew wetter and wetter as the pain went right to my pussy and clitty.  Bending away from the spanking my plump pussy lips peeked out between my pale thighs as the spanking went on.  My begging and moaning was cut off as his hand moved to grasp my throat.<strong>"Gaaahhhh..." </strong>was all that could come out as the Angry Man cut off most of my air.  I struggled and bucked up against him, my breasts pressing in the air, my nipples tight with urgent need as the smell of my arousal filled the air.<strong>"Ummmfff...  mmmlllfffggghhhfff..."</strong>I started to panic and whine as the lack of air and the fear it sent through me aroused me even further.  My eyes were wide and staring by the time He straddled me and pulled out his cock.<br/><br/>Gawd by now I needed to be fucked something fierce.  All I could do was gasp and lick my lips as my eyes settled on the massive serpent unleashed before me.