When she finally opened her eyes and found herself naked and in a room with her ankles bolted to the floor and her wrists tightly bond to straps hanging from the ceiling, Morgan Breckinridge came to realize that someone had spiked her punch at the party that her parents had thrown the night before and she wanted to know who it was.
And just as she was about to give figuring out the identity of that person a try, a door opened and a naked blonde stud with rugged features stepped into the room just in time for a shocked Morgan to look at the stud and ask, "Michael? Michael Davenport? I don't understand! Why are you doing this?"
That was when Michael raised up a fist, looked at Morgan with a hard gaze in his eyes and asked, "What is your name?", only to have an enraged Morgan answer, "You know full well who I am! AND IF YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON ME, MY FATHER WOULD...!"
But before she could finish that sentence, Michael had slugged Morgan in the face with his fist and asked, "What is your name?!", only to have Morgan spit some blood into his face and yell, "GO TO FUCKING HELL, ASSHOLE!"
Of course, that made a totally pissed Michael pick up a baseball bat, shove it into her pussy and growled, "TELL ME YOUR NAME, BITCH! TELL ME RIGHT NOW!!", which caused helpless Morgan to scream out in pain and yell, "MY NAME IS MORGAN BRECKINRIDGE!!"
After he finally heard that, Michael pulled the baseball bat out of her soaking wet pussy, tossed it aside and said, "That's more like it! From now on, you will do exactly what I say! GOT THAT, YOU SPOILED BRAT BITCH?!", before Morgan tearfully answered, "Yes!"
Submitted: January 24, 2015
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