My Stepdad Ruined My Innocent Puppy’s Happiness

The blonde looked around, smiling at the attention, and dipped her head slowly to Mallika’s parted legs. He blinked at the sight of her nude body on knees and elbows before the keyboard, back arched and thighs parted. Slowly and relentlessly a dull, steel tip began to emerge from the socket between Zainab’s legs and she watched it rise with an awful, depraved fascination. With Grigori’s permission, she had experienced her only orgasm of the voyage, crying out with wild abandon while strange men jeered at her in some foreign tongue. A barb pierced the pale skin of her pubic mound. Battalion HQ was a commandeered religious school – a deliberate provocation, of course – and Dmitri was taking a rare break to drink tea and listen to a concert on the short-wave radio when the door was flung open. “I am yours” she said simply. Carissa’s eyes widened as she realised that she was about to be marked by the painful, Thai method – and the significance of her open-legged position dawned on her.