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She was bound to a bed. The shackles that were now welded to her body had been tethered to the brass rails above her head and at her feet. Though she barely remembered the night before, she remembered the betrayal, the final truth, the thought that lingered in her dreams all night long.

Betrayal…adultery…licentiousness…depravity…carnal lust…a wicked, wicked sin.

And now this. The perversity was not over; this depravity would not end yet.

She began to cry as the guilt and shame that evaded her during the hours of her drunken rape returned, heaping scorn. She kept her sobbing quiet, but it wouldn’t stop.

“What’s this?” Jarrett Cain entered the room. Whether he’d heard her crying or simply found it time to rouse her, she couldn’t be sure.

He sat down on the bed beside her, took her chin in his hand and lightly slapped her face.

“Enough.”

She shook him off, hating everything about him.

He forced her to look at him by holding her chin in his steely fingers.

“What’s this? A whore by night and a whimpering child by day?”

Her head hurt and her belly felt as if the insides had been stung by bees. Impossible but there was no other way to describe the burning sensation there. Her crotch ached, her ass ached. And now she was naked and bound.

“Haven’t you done enough?” she finally managed.

“And what have I done?”

“You’ve damaged me beyond repair.”

“My, how dramatic. Have you thought about running off to the theatre?”

“You have no shame.”

“Nor do you. I’d say after last night, you’ve proven to be cut from the same cloth as I am.”

“No, I have not been the kind of woman you’ve made of me.”

“But you deny what you are? You deny that your randy little cunny begged to be impaled? That your quivering belly yearned to be filled with men other than your husband? That your fine round ass implored the lot of us to bugger you soundly until you squealed like a pig and your body bucked with orgasm?”

More hot tears streamed down her face.

“It is your pleasure to bring out the beast in people,” she spat back. “How vile a man you are to bring down those who strive for some dignity, who wish to serve what’s good and right.”

He shrugged as if he didn’t care.

“So, you’re feeling guilty.” He humphed. “Fine with me. I have a way of taking care of your hefty load of shame. We’ll beat the parts of you that betrayed you so and be delighted to do so.”

“Yes. That would feel right.”

He sniggered. “I’ll bet so. And afterwards when your raped and buggered again because your tainted body is begging for the sexual release you can start all over again. What a life I could give you.”

“You can give me nothing that I want,” she spit the words.

“Too bad you feel that way. After last night, I’d hoped I’d won a convert. Be that as it may, you’ll be my guest here for a few more days. I suppose I’ll need to take what I can before I send you home to your loving husband.”

The word husband made her nearly retch.

Hannah reclined on the bed with her hands and feet still bound, and a pillow shoved beneath her ass to raise her open crotch, where the glistening folds of her sex were clearly, intentionally visible.

There were three men in the room, Jarrett and two of the fellows from the previous night looking on in rapt attention, their eyes filled again with lust to the point of almost adoration.

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