Sarah Masters is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, children, and three cats in an English village. She writes full time and is also a cover artist and blog designer. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Natalie Dae and Charley Oweson.
If only they knew that the pretty, angelic looking girl-next-door who sat atop the ripped cushion of the barstool had just come from a place so depraved, so crazy, so filthy, it would make their eyes water. She looked down at her knees and recalled the events of the evening that had left them raw and grazed, the skin bruised, defiled.
Debasement. They had used her, The Elders, like a ragdoll, fucking her pussy until her silken folds were inflamed and sore. They had tied her down and gagged her with their meaty pricks until tears streamed down her cheeks, using her body solely for their pleasure. They had flipped her onto her knees and fucked her ass, stretching her with their relentlessness. And through all of this, the use and abuse, she had climaxed powerfully, over and over and over again, proving her insatiable need for sexual fulfilment.
She laughed again and took another gulp from the bottle, shaking her head in disbelief at the world in which she now found herself. If only they knew that the angelic looking girl-next-door was also in line to become the first female Chief of Police in New York City. And if only they knew that the petite, law abiding, rank climbing, career focused, power hungry girl-next-door had just had the night of her life.
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