Carrie’s Training part 3
Carrie didn’t die during the end of her pregnancy, but I think she probably wanted to. She cooked and did housekeeping and stocked the fridge with beer and every couple of nights I would tie her to the head board in my bedroom and fuck her. Sometimes her pussy, which was beaten far too often for the swelling to ever go down. More often I would fuck her butt hole or just thrust in to the back of her throat until she began to choke and struggle for air. Most of the day she just sat in the corner, barefoot, in a short sundress, waiting for an order from me or Cynthia. The pink pair of panties she was used to being gagged with where now a tiny, crusty pink ball, and Cynthia got her …