A young girl languished in the centre of the room. Her body, stripped naked, was held spread-eagled on her back, baking in the heat of powerful, overhead lights. Plasticuffs fastened her wrists, thighs and ankles so securely to a gynaecological operating table they bit deep into those limbs, bruising and rending delicate flesh. The supple young body was the unwilling receiver of a meticulous appraisal of its vital organs. Her efforts at resistance and protest, as spunky and determined as the encumbrances would permit, offered no hindrance to the insensitive, explorative ministrations plied relentlessly by an inquisitor who offered no comment or hint of remorse.
The girl winced and squirmed. Her frantic attempts to protect her modesty and defend her dignity from the indecent invasion of the man’s gloved hands steadily weakened and faltered as her despair increased. She cringed and tried to shrink from each touch of the anaemic looking digits as they continued to pry, squeeze, pinch, prod and probe in their investigation.
His attitude was deliberate, his movements distinct and professional. He determined not to overlook attention to any millimetre of every orifice, cleft, fold and curve of the young girl’s unspoiled tissue.
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Published March 13, 2009
by M-Y Books Ltd..
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Gay & Lesbian.