Madeleine tried to answer, but her words bunched in her throat from the unwanted shocking spasms he was causing at her loins, and she could only nod her head jerkingly. Finally, she managed: "I-I under… stand."

Larreau laughed. "Good," he said. "But in the meantime… I want to play with this… this delightful little cunt of yours, pet."

Madeleine moaned pathetically, at the same time cringing as she sensed his thick finger move further up into her, while his use of the lewd, foul word caused strange, if, undesirable sensations to soar through her quivering body.

"Oh… Oh, please… can't we wait?" she heard herself whine, and even as she spoke she realized in self-abomination that she was moving sensuously upon his penetrating finger, making involuntary, pelvic motions as his finger reached and taunted the snail-like mouth of her womb.

"Oh God!" she blurted for the hundredth time.

"It feels good, doesn't it, pet?" Larreau tormented. "You wish to God it didn't, but you can't help yourself, eh? And how would you like to have a nice thick cock right up inside that little cunt at this moment… filling that round little belly… shooting its hot load into you, eh? You'd like that… but you wouldn't admit it, would you… you hot little bitch… All right… I'll wait until tomorrow… I want to be sure there'll be no interruptions when I fuck you, pet… no interruptions whatever… understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes… anything you say…"

"And now, you belong to me… is that clear?"

Madeleine managed to nod affirmatively. Then, she said: "And… and you promise about Igat?"

"Sure… sure, I promise."

"S-She's my baby… I'll do anything to get her back… You realize that, don't you?"