The Milkmaid

The milkmaid was chained to her bed. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her slender legs were bound to the bedposts, forcefully pulling them wide apart, exposing her entrance surrounded by a sparse mound of pubic hair.

She bucked and jerked violently as I plunged a cattle prod deep inside her. Pubic hair sizzled and burned, while the acrid aroma of burnt flesh wafted between her thighs. No one heard the poor girl’s muffled screams.

Her corpse was found two days later by her sister, stilled chained to the bed, her once gorgeous face twisted with unspeakable agony, her womanhood now blackened and charred.