Charming Teen Brunette Beauty took a bath

The sudden creaking of the old wooden floorboards snapped Sarah awake. Her heart raced as she cautiously peered over the side of the claw-foot bathtub, bubbles clinging to her sun-kissed skin. She had been so lost in her thoughts, dreaming of a future far beyond the confines of her drab household, that she hadn’t even heard the bathroom door creak open.

Sarah froze, unsure if she had imagined the sound or not. Then, a shadow fell across the room, and she knew. They were back. Her guardians, the lecherous old men who claimed to protect her but only sought to exploit her nubile young flesh. She’d been hiding from them for days, subsisting on stale bread and tepid bathwater.

As the burly, bearded man ambled into view, Sarah’s stomach knotted. She knew he was looking for her. They always did. The hunger in their eyes, the way their gazes lingered on her body, it was enough to make her skin crawl. She sank lower into the water, praying that the bubbles would be enough to conceal her.

“You can’t hide forever, little one,” the man growled, his voice a rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the decrepit house. “You belong to us now. Soon, we’ll make you wish you’d never tried to run away.”

Sarah shuddered, goosebumps erupting across her skin despite the warmth of the water. She knew what they wanted from her. They had made it clear from the moment they’d taken her in,-preying on her youth and innocence like a pack of hungry wolves.

She watched, breath held tight in her lungs, as the man scanned the bathroom. His eyes narrowed when they fell upon the abandoned clothing strewn across the floor, a clear sign that someone had been there recently.

“Where are you, you little brat?” he snarled, taking a menacing step forward. “Come out now and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Sarah’s heart hammered against her ribs, the sound echoing in her ears. She knew she couldn’t stay hidden forever. Eventually, he would find her. They always did. But she wasn’t ready to give up yet. She had to find a way out of this nightmare.

The man took another step forward, his shadow falling across the bathtub. Sarah’s breath hitched as she watched him loom ever larger, his form casting an ominous silhouette against the cracked porcelain. She knew she was out of time.

With a burst of speed, she lunged for the other side of the tub, the water sloshing violently as she did. The sudden movement caused the bubbles to scatter, exposing her naked form to the leering eyes of her captor.

“Gotcha,” he growled, his hand reaching out to grab her. She managed to dodge his grasp, but not before he got ahold of a fistful of her chestnut hair.

Sarah cried out in pain as he yanked her from the tub, the cool air immediately assaulting her skin. She tried to cover herself with her free hand, but it was no use. The man’s eyes raked over her body, lingering on her pert breasts and the thatch of dark curls at the juncture of her thighs.

“Look at you, all wet and naked,” he sneered, his fingers tightening their grip on her hair. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you, you little slut?”

Sarah shook her head frantically, tears welling in her eyes. “N-no, please,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just let me go.”

The man laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that sent a chill down Sarah’s spine. “Let you go? Oh no, we can’t do that, can we boys?”

Sarah whipped her head around at the sound of additional voices. To her horror, she saw two more men step into the bathroom, their eyes alight with the same twisted hunger that darkened her original captor’s gaze.

“Looks like you found our little runaway,” one of them chuckled, licking his lips as he devoured the sight of Sarah’s naked body. “She’s quite the treat, isn’t she?”

“Quite,” the third man agreed, moving to stand next to his compatriots. “I do believe it’s time we gave her a proper welcome to the family.”

Sarah’s stomach clenched at their words, a sense of dread washing over her. She knew what they wanted, what they would do to her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Please,” she begged, hearing the desperation in her own voice. “I’ll do anything. Please, just don’t-”

Her plea was cut off with a cry of pain as her original captor backhanded her across the face hard enough to taste blood. “Shut up,” he snarled, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’ll do as we say. You’re our little pet now.”

Sarah stumbled back, lightweight from the force of his blow. The three men advanced on her, their faces contorted with lust and cruelty. She knew there was no escape. She was at their mercy.

“Get on the bed, slut,” one of them growled, indicating the filthy mattress shoved against the far wall. “And spread those legs.”

Sarah hesitated, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. But she knew resistance was futile. Slowly, she made her way over to the bed, crawling onto the stained sheets with a sense of resignation.

As she lay there, her body trembling with fear and revulsion; Sarah felt a strange sense of detachment wash over her. She looked down at herself, seeing the curvy young woman spread out before her as her captors would: the full breasts, the taut stomach, the neatly trimmed mound of dark curls. She looked like a conquered queen in a medieval tapestry.

She parted her thighs, Bishop nearly gagging on her own saliva she was so dry. One of the men, a portly fellow with a lecherous grin, quickly took his place between her legs, his hands on her inner thighs pushing them wider.

Depraved lust filled Bishop’s eyes with the better view, her anus and drooling cunny both painfully, questioningly exposed to them. She felt like a cow ready to be inseminated. Degradation and humiliation were pulling her apart come times and she came. Then the full weight of the men pressed on her, muffling her cries as they swarmed her body, penetrating her one dark unhappy hole after the next.