[ Laica shrieks in protest, yanking against the stocks and his grip on her hair. Pain lancing bright through her, heating her from the inside. That and the feeling of being taken in hand and bent to somebody's will. To be forced to submit. She pants after he forces the gag into her mouth, the air cool on her hot mouth.
She can't really answer his question, but her eyes still flash defiance. And she can still control her hands, so one turns curl into a fist and lift to show him the back of it. Then she extends her middle finger.
She is also so wet she can feel it on her thighs. ]
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She can't really answer his question, but her eyes still flash defiance. And she can still control her hands, so one turns curl into a fist and lift to show him the back of it. Then she extends her middle finger.
She is also so wet she can feel it on her thighs. ]