Day eight. Doggy style, one round. I can barely see Alice’s face from here, but I have a pretty good idea what she's thinking. Probably something along the lines of “Someone will come to save me.” Unfortunately, she doesn’t really socialize with anyone, and she has absolutely no friends who would worry or search for her if she suddenly disappeared. (Pre-abduction research confirmed.) She should just give up and accept her fate as my sex slave.Day ten. Alice cries and winces with each thrust. Is sex really that painful and agonizing for her? It might just be that my technique isn’t good enough, but there's no particular need to consider the feelings of a toy, so I decided not to worry about it.
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