Every moan, every wanton cry from her mother fell directly on Gwenneth's ears like drops of poison, slowly paralyzing the remnants of her resistance. Her golden eyes, filled with hatred and fury, streamed with tears of despair mixed with the sweat on her temples.
But what tortured her more was the betrayal of her own body. Beneath the burning shame and anger, a strange sensation crept from every intimate point.
Her pinched nipples sent signals of pain mixed with unexpected waves of stimulation. Her buttocks, feeling full and stretched by the anal plug, made her feel filled in a shameful way. And most humiliating of all, the vibrator still buzzing in her pussy caused an embarrassing wetness to continuously flow, dampening the ropes that bound her.
"P-Please... stop... ngh..." she uttered weakly, but her voice was muffled by the ball in her mouth, coming out only as an indistinct moan.
