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pleasure and now desperately seeking it, pressing her bottom against
him, arching her back to grind her slit along his shaft. She was
drooling, eyes empty, mindlessly humping his hand, until he hooked
his fingers inside again and stroked another choking, full-body jerk
out of her.
    She panted. He raised his hand, soaked and dripping with her juice,
and gently stroked her cheek.
    “What is your name?” he whispered, almost tenderly.
    “Uhhh.” Her eyes were half-closed as she slumped back
against him. He pinched a nipple, and she stirred.
    “What is your name?” he asked again.
    “Unnnn. Nnn.”
    A broad smile crept across his face. His eyes were hard, hungry, the
shadows around them darker than the surrounding forest. The
witch-girl swallowed nervously in her hiding place.
    He lifted the mindless girl, his shaft rising as her weight came off
it, until her wet, abused hole was just above his tip. Her face
betrayed no understanding, no awareness of what was happening. Her
eyes stared blankly.
    He lowered her, her own weight pressing her down, forcing her little
cunt to open around his thick, hard cock. Her eyes opened wide with
shock, her mouth open in something almost like a grin as she sank
down onto him, his length pushing into her, her little hole painfully
full.
    He tilted her forward, pushed her face down towards the leaves,
holding her hips tight against him, his shaft still fully inside her.
She was making little noises, animal things, whines and yips like a
dog in heat. He leaned close over her, grabbed a handful of her
hair. With a look of blissful relief on his face, he began fucking
her into the ground.
    She looked tiny below him, too small to possibly take him, but she
whined and panted and rocked her little hips back against him, taking
his full length on every stroke, drops of her wetness spattering out
onto the leaves as his size forced them out of her. From her hiding
place, the witch-girl could see where they came together, see his
thickness pull out of her and push back in in a steady rhythm, her
lips stretched tight around him. The witch-girl’s fingers were
moving faster, moving inside, as she half-lay against the stone,
biting her red lip as she watched them fuck. He was growling,
getting close. She was groaning in pain and pleasure, lost in
mindless animal bliss as he churned her. His fingers cruelly
squeezed her little bottom, leaving marks on her skin. He was
tugging on her hair, hard, pulling her head up as she panted
open-mouthed, tongue hanging. She was whining, now, the pitch
rising, her fingers curling in the leaves and dirt, until she was
screaming out loud and he was slamming his shaft into her, once,
twice, three times. She groaned as he pumped his seed deep into her
cunt. Her body shook, helpless in his grip. Then her eyes rolled
back and she collapsed, limp, on the ground.
    The witch-girl bit back her own moan, held herself still against the
little shiver that rocked through her as she watched. The nameless
girl who had been Sparrow was unconscious, lying on her side on the
fallen leaves. Black-dog was pulling out of her, drawing his shaft
out slowly. The unconscious girl whimpered as his cock-head pulled
out, her cruelly used little cunt finally able to relax. There was a
faint pattering sound as his seed leaked out of her, falling to the
leaves below, a trail of silver in the moonlight. Black-dog stalked
around her and kneeled by her head. He stroked her hair softly,
tenderly. Then he reached down to her chin and gently opened her
mouth. The witch-girl watched her lips part, saw the tip of her
tongue peek out. Black-dog held her head firmly in his hands,
shifted his hips closer, and rested his hard, wet shaft against her
lips. Slowly, he began to move, drawing his length back and forth
over her lips and tongue, carefully pushing his head into her mouth.
Her eyelids flickered, but she did not move, did not make a sound, as
he used her mouth to clean himself.
    The witch-girl held