Veronica couldn’t see, but the warmth against her skin told her Caroline had carried her out of the cave. Everything hurt. The four stubs where her arms and legs had been throbbed incessantly. Her mouth still leaked blood, although not as badly as when her tongue had first been slashed free. Her eyes…
Veronica groaned out a low, helpless sound which abruptly cut short as blood trickled from the stump of her tongue and down her throat. She hacked and sprayed blood over her chin then began to whimper softly.
She didn’t know why Caroline had brought her back outside. The psychopath hadn’t clued her in on the motives. She suspected that whatever Caroline planned to do to her next, it wouldn’t be pleasant. If she was very lucky, she’d at least die fast.
Veronica wasn’t putting much faith in her luck at the moment.
Caroline grinned down at Veronica, even though the blind torso-woman couldn’t see it. She’d redressed in her reinforced leather armor and packed up her gear, leaving behind the traps Veronica hadn’t set off for anyone who decided to check out the cave. She doubted there’d be many people willing to do so once she finished with Veronica.
Crouching down, Caroline took up the long wooden shaft lying beside Veronica. It was about as thick as the base of a Nuka-Cola bottle and one end had been tapered down to a sharp point. I wonder if she’s a virgin, Caroline thought as she brought the tip of the pole to Veronica’s crotch. She slowly pushed the pole into Veronica.
The tortured scribe found the strength to start screaming again as her cunt stretched to take the hard, wooden shaft. Caroline found some resistance and gave a hard shove. She was rewarded with an even louder shriek from Veronica. She chuckled. Looks like she was. She flexed her muscles as she forced the shaft deeper into Veronica’s body. It didn’t take long for the tip to jab against the top of her vagina. With a hard shove, Caroline sent the pole several agonizing inches into Veronica’s guts.
Guiding it as best she could through what remained of the scribe’s body, Caroline grinned widely as she heard Veronica’s screams choked off. She gave another hard shove to the end of the pole and let out a triumphant laugh as the bloody tip pushed past Veronica’s lips. “Hole in one,” she chuckled. She fastened a T-bar to the pole just under the bottom of Veronica’s body to keep her from sliding down the rest of the length then lifted her into a vertical position and fit the base of the pole into a slot she’d made between several heavy boulders.
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Veronica groaned out a low, helpless sound which abruptly cut short as blood trickled from the stump of her tongue and down her throat. She hacked and sprayed blood over her chin then began to whimper softly.
She didn’t know why Caroline had brought her back outside. The psychopath hadn’t clued her in on the motives. She suspected that whatever Caroline planned to do to her next, it wouldn’t be pleasant. If she was very lucky, she’d at least die fast.
Veronica wasn’t putting much faith in her luck at the moment.
Caroline grinned down at Veronica, even though the blind torso-woman couldn’t see it. She’d redressed in her reinforced leather armor and packed up her gear, leaving behind the traps Veronica hadn’t set off for anyone who decided to check out the cave. She doubted there’d be many people willing to do so once she finished with Veronica.
Crouching down, Caroline took up the long wooden shaft lying beside Veronica. It was about as thick as the base of a Nuka-Cola bottle and one end had been tapered down to a sharp point. I wonder if she’s a virgin, Caroline thought as she brought the tip of the pole to Veronica’s crotch. She slowly pushed the pole into Veronica.
The tortured scribe found the strength to start screaming again as her cunt stretched to take the hard, wooden shaft. Caroline found some resistance and gave a hard shove. She was rewarded with an even louder shriek from Veronica. She chuckled. Looks like she was. She flexed her muscles as she forced the shaft deeper into Veronica’s body. It didn’t take long for the tip to jab against the top of her vagina. With a hard shove, Caroline sent the pole several agonizing inches into Veronica’s guts.
Guiding it as best she could through what remained of the scribe’s body, Caroline grinned widely as she heard Veronica’s screams choked off. She gave another hard shove to the end of the pole and let out a triumphant laugh as the bloody tip pushed past Veronica’s lips. “Hole in one,” she chuckled. She fastened a T-bar to the pole just under the bottom of Veronica’s body to keep her from sliding down the rest of the length then lifted her into a vertical position and fit the base of the pole into a slot she’d made between several heavy boulders.