Standing over the naked bitch I gently nudge her under the ribs with one boot, she shifts and sobs lightly, hyperventilating in her terror. I kick her sharply and her eyes fill with tears, almost immediately a bruise begins to form there.
“You are going to be a good little bitch, or you will suffer horribly, understand girl?” I demand.
The girl looks up at me, fear in her eyes.
I loosen my pants, pulling out Rodrick, my nine and a half inch member... “Show me you can be good.”
Kneeling, I stroke myself as I grip her chin firmly with my other hand, the rough gloves creasing her delicate skin, then I maneuver the throbbing purple head towards her.