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Salem, 1692
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
her. “Oh please, no, sir, not there,” the girl pleaded. He wouldn’t bugger her, not this time. He was almost there. “Oh, Mary,” he moaned. He felt his testicles contract and the semen gush up from them like Hell’s fire. Suddenly a black cat leapt onto the girl’s back and glared at him with yellow eyes. “Oh God! Christ!” he exclaimed as his seed exploded deep inside the girl. The cat spat and hissed and clawed the air. It jumped onto his face, and he staggered backward and fell to the floor. He tore the animal off of him and flung it against the wall. It let out an unholy screech, picked itself up, and leapt onto the bed near Mary’s head. She took it in her arms and smoothed its fur. “Shhh, shhh,” she soothed. Abernathy sat on the floor, shocked. He felt like he had just lost another two years. “Is that your cat, Mary?” “Yes, sir.” “I didn’t know it was in here. It frightened me.” “Sorry, sir.” “Perhaps in future we can keep it out of the room while we make love.” “Yes, sir.” He stood up. “All right. Now come over here and clean me.” *** Edward Locke pressed his ear to the door of the room. It was quiet now after that ungodly noise. At first he had thought it was Mary shrieking, and had been about to fling open the door when he caught himself. As much as he wanted to protect her, the only way to stop this abomination was to carry through with his plan. Abernathy was a villain, preying on poor Mary this way. He knew what they were doing in there. The same thing they had done ...