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AC-225 Orgy Slaves
Orgy Slaves
Adonis Classics
AC-225
Mark Hoffman
$3.95
Excerpt
He had made many visits to the Garden since that first night. Henry Heinrich had told him that he was in training. For what, Carl hadn’t been sure. Something military, it had seemed. Some kind of army, or so Carl had understood. But this is crazy, he’d thought, this isn’t the Army!
He had had his ego rubbed gently. He had responded, at first. He had participated in a gang-rape of some young man upon whom punishment and discipline had fallen. In the Garden. In a Prussian uniform, a saber snug at his waist. He’d been tenth in line. Another ten or more had been behind him waiting to plug the boy’s abused hole. Laughing. Joking about sloppy fifteenths. He had done it, and had laughed and joked about it. And when he had had a moment unobserved, he’d vomited.
Carl could hear dogs barking. He hurried forward. Maybe there was a house, a normal house. He stopped. Froze, he could hear dogs barking. They’d gotten out the Dobermans!
Panic seized him. He turned in a tight circle, his eyes desperately seeking escape. Underbrush caught his flimsy hospital gown and it fell from his loins. The dogs sounded closer. Closer! With a soft cry of fear, Carl spun on his heel and ran blindly through the wood.
Oh, please, God, help me!
He ran, bushes and branches tearing at his skin. In his mind, they became fingers, hands, arms reaching out to grasp him, to hold him back, to keep him until the guards and the dogs arrived… and dragged him between the two posts in the Prussian garden… the whip, the leash, the gallons of cum pumped down his throat, pumped into his ass… please, please, I want to go home…
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