Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My eyes fill with tears once more, but I won’t cry. I won’t let them hear me bawl, and as a result, I bite my lip until droplets of blood fall into the water. But I’m afraid that a wail will escape my lips, so instead, I hatch a plan. I’m going to blast the shower so that they can’t hear anything.
Quickly, I get out of the tub, taking care not to slip. Then I turn on the enormous shower in the en suite, making sure that all five nozzles are going full-steam. But I don’t linger. I’m hurt and terrified and desperate, and suddenly, I know I don’t want to be here any longer. There may still be some time before I’m officially out, but knowing what I know now, there’s no sense in staying a second longer in this accursed place.
As the water blasts, I make my way to the small window cut into the wall. Thank goodness I’m in the en suite on the first floor because my bathroom in the basement has no window at all. Hurriedly, I lift the pane and manage to keep it in place. Then, I begin to scramble out, intent on making my escape.
I know how crazy this sounds because as I mentioned earlier, I have nothing with me. I have no clothes, no money, no car keys, and no ID. In fact, I’m butt naked at the moment, my curves still flushed pink from the hot bath, and yet I don’t care. I need to get off these premises because suddenly, the Cannon Biker Club’s become toxic and I can’t stay any longer. I need to leave NOW.
CHAPTER 8
John
What the hell is that racket? I look up from my laptop, annoyed at the ruckus. I can hear the shower in the guest bathroom blasting, as well as some weird scraping noises, and … oh shit, is Xenia crying in the shower? We must have used her too hard, and she’s weeping now from the pain and discomfort.
Not that we haven’t treated her well, of course. Xenia’s a delight for the senses, and a dream come true for the Cannon Biker Club. After all, we’ve had train honeys come through before, and they were sluts, definitely. But we’ve never had a girl so beautiful, delightful, and wanton at the same time. Xenia lets us do anything we want to that curvaceous body, and we’ve been taking our fill these past two weeks. We’ve been in her mouth, twat, and ass multiple times, stuffing her full with five dicks every which way. In fact, when Joe did a vaginal fisting on the poor girl a couple days ago, he went elbow deep. I was afraid for Xenia’s sanity as I watched his massive forearm surge into her abdomen again and again, surely rearranging her internal organs, but the curvy girl was able to hang on. In fact, she loved it, judging from the way her pussy squirted at the end as well as the look of sheer bliss on those pretty features.
But we must have used her too hard, and too often. After all, there’s been no respite for the sweet thing. Xenia’s hardly even able to sleep an hour at night without one of us deciding to wake her up with a rock-hard cock in one of her holes. But she smiles through it all, even if now, it’s clearly too much.
Slamming my laptop lid shut, I get up. Someone’s got to comfort and kiss the sweet thing, and I’m happy to do it. With purposeful strides, I’m at the guest bathroom within seconds, and the squalling and screaming is even louder now. Stumped, I stop at the door. Clearly, Xenia’s not crying. Instead, she’s expressing her rage at something, although I have no idea what it could be.
I raise one hand to knock, but my sharp raps go unanswered, and instead, a particular loud shriek greets my ears.
“Unnh!” she yowls. “Ooof!”
What the hell is going on in there? Alarmed, I bust open the door and the strangest sight greets me. Xenia’s got the shower blasting, so the place is full of steam, but I manage to peer through the mist, and the tub’s overflowing with water spilling all over the floor. Oh shit!
But that’s not it because the sweet girl isn’t using a vibrator or pleasuring herself in any way. Instead, it looks like she’s stuck halfway out the window, her creamy ass facing me as her legs kick and struggle, giving me flashes of that wet pink pussy.
“Xenia?” I ask in a confounded tone. “What’s going on?”
“What does it look like?” she screams from the other side of the window. “I’m stuck, what else?”
I stare at her and realize that it’s true. I don’t know how she got to be where she is, but the improbable has happened. Our girl has enormous Double D breasts, and the window frame is small. As a result, she’s crammed halfway through the narrow opening, her head and shoulders outdoors while the majority of her body is still indoors. Of course, Xenia’s totally nude, which further confuses the situation.