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Born Today

... eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light as she felt Harold's strong hand close on her upper arm, guiding her further inside. She could hear the low murmur of voices ahead that suddenly stopped and only the sound of their footsteps echoed as she was propelled towards a small group of shadowy figures. Her brow furrowed in impatience at not immediately seeing whatever prize she had coming to her. Stumbling forward, gasping in surprise at Harold's rough shove, Holly turned about angry at such treatment but was silenced by the towering figure of her husband, a look of pitiless wrath and fury on his face. Looking about fearfully, Holly suddenly realized that the large, hulking men around her were his dockworkers, fishermen and longshoremen who were fat, filthy, smelling of fish and diesel oil, all of whom glowered at her through dark eyes. As Harold detailed to the assembled men her story, of the abuse of others, of her rude and spoiled behavior, of her glee at seeing the tortured looks of others she would taunt and tease, her bullying attitude and especially her attempted cuckolding of her husband, the men became more and more restless and agitated. Having painted an overall image of shallow excess in this indulged child, Harold then recounted Holly's own words regarding the disgusting "creatures" she considered anyone who was not physically fit (to her standards) or had any perceived flaw in their physical beauty. Her husband then waved a thick arm indicating the crowd of ...

... hard-working, sweating men who formed the circle in which the trembling redhead was trapped and declared that his loyal workmen were being paid a handsome amount of money with only one purpose; to teach his lovely, beautiful bride to look beyond the surface and to find the worthiness within. Turning from the crowd to take his place nearby in a comfortable chair, the young girl screamed at the top of her lungs as savage hands grabbed her, ripping her expensive clothes off of her struggling body. Thick, greasy lips were mashed hard onto her cherry-red ones, her eyes wild and wide-open as she felt nauseous at the sour breath she tasted, the nasty tongue in her mouth leaving a film of onion and garlic in her. Large meaty hands squeezed her full, milky white breasts hard, grinding her eraser-thick nipples into the sand-papery rough calloused hands. Crying in anger and disgust at the odors and tastes she was assaulted with, the young minx kicked and scratched like a wildcat, but to little avail as the strong men pinned her against each other's bodies, their moist and grubby work clothes pressing into her naked flesh, their huge bellies compressing against her thin frame. Strange moist trails were traced over her squirming body as the men fell on her, licking and tasting her washed and perfumed body, slimy trails of saliva painting her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her ribs, her armpits and neck, the tender valley between her breasts. Her body became slick with the stinking ...