Derelict: The Psychosexual Taking of Casey and Charlotte

Casey and Charlotte are miles from nowhere when the car gives out. Endless scrub and heat press in from all sides. They spot a clutch of abandoned buildings slumped beneath an old hilltop compound, and they make the mistake of walking in. What waits for them is worse than the sun. Inside one collapsing room they give in to the pressure that’s been building between them. Casey palms Charlotte’s small, tight tits, sucks each nipple until it stands hard, then strips away the little shorts and buries her tongue in Charlotte’s cunt. Her fingers work the slick clit until Charlotte shudders and comes. They switch. Charlotte presses Casey to the peeling wall, licks and fingers her smooth, shaved pussy while sucking her nipples until Casey’s knees give and she soaks Charlotte’s mouth. Spent, they split up to search for help. The quiet is absolute until Casey hears the first muffled cry. Charlotte is already taken. Bound with rusted chain and rope, cattle-prod jolts snapping across her skin, she jerks and sobs while the man works her with fingers, cane, and flogger until her body betrays her with forced orgasm after orgasm. Casey finds them too late. Now she’s next. The same rough hands close on her, stripping, tying, beating, and using every tool he has until both girls are shaking, dripping, and lost to the unrelenting rhythm of pain and pleasure he demands.