#44077 - Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten. She lay between agonised wakefulness and blissful unconsciousness, waiting to be used, tied down, Stephenson fed her juice and milk, tipping it down her throat but keeping her tied to the bench, and he saw the first signs of the wounds healing. The last man fucked her and she lay still, her cunt and arse both red raw, the arse gaping open obscenely.
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