The War of 2020 Pt 3
Murph ran his calloused hand down Morgan’s bare back as he slowly circled her naked body. She was bent over and restrained, her head and hands secured tightly within a cushioned wooden pillory. Her long curls flowed down to the hardwood floor in front of her, swaying everytime she shook her head. "You know I hate punishing you, especially with your injuries,” he whispered into her ear. She couldn't believe he was actually doing this, she thought for sure they would have stopped by...