A nice introduction by Sandow to the comic
I jumped when the rusty metal door that led to the hidden basement opened with a nerve rattling shriek. The monster was back. He looked like the type of ignorant swine which lived in the middle of the badlands, the kind always on the run from the law or civilization. He didn’t fit in anywhere but here, at a dumpy little filling station in desert. Despite the sweat which poured down my face from trying to breathe in the stuffy cell I’d been locked in, a jolt of cold fear shot through my naked body. My breasts heaved with panic and I clutched my knees together, trying to protect my shaved puss. He only came to the hidden room when he had a craving. He needed to see women suffer, hear them beg for mercy and pity as he forced them to lick his sweating balls or spread open their swollen lips for his massive tool. It was ghastly and he’d told me today was my turn. My turn to suffer…
TTTH-WAKHHHHHHHHHHHHKKK!!!
“AAAAAIEEEEEE! Stop it, you bastard! Oh god please, no more… I’m begging you….” Layla broke down in heartbreaking sobs as she hung from the chains. Her red hair was drenched with sweat and a thin trickle of drool ran down her chin and dribbled onto her lush breasts. The first time I saw her was when I’d been dragged into this sweltering hellhole. It was suffocating in the dark cellar and after a long while my eyes became adjusted to the gloom. That’s when I saw the stunningly beautiful young woman bound in the cell opposite mine. Her silky skin was marked with welts where she’d been beaten, but her eyes glittered with defiance and fury. She was struggling to remain strong now as the pig ran his meaty hands possessively over her curves down to her pink slit. He cupped it tightly and gave a squeeze until she screamed in pain. I could only watch with horror and pray it would be over with quickly. It wasn’t.