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It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattel and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 50 percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Marilyn Bergman, an intelligent, beautiful woman who, at the outset of her trip through the hills of West Virginia, would never have dreamed that a mechanical breakdown and a request for help would lead her into a nightmare world of r#pe and degradation and violence.
ROPED AND R#PED — the story of a woman who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long ways from Utopia.
“And this is the bedroom,” said Angela, doing a pirouette as she led me in.
I went to her, put my hands on her waist, and buried my face in the angle of her neck. She tasted like fresh peaches and my lips clung to her skin. I felt her hands come clasp my shoulders with a passion, like mine, too long denied. “I thought we’d never get to the bedroom,” I whispered.
She stood up for me, straight and proud while I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to reveal her conical braless tits. They were small, pointed in brown and beautiful, the points already standing out to me in greeting. I covered one with my mouth, sucked till I felt her heart throbbing behind the tender firm cushion of tit, and then I switched to her other nipple, sucking it as well to quivering, thrusting erection. She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me to her willing tits, feeding me on their pale contoured curves and brown caps. There was a gentle aroma to her flesh, heavy in the vale between her dainty tits, and I filled my nose with that scent as I filled my mouth with her jugs.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BC-1008 in the original publications (a duplicate).