THE PROXY LUNA
The girl screamed, a loud, echoing wail of pure agony and overwhelming pleasure.
Hearing those agonizing screams, Maeve closed her eyes. In her mind, the fragile girl completely disappeared. Instead, she imagined the Luna. She imagined Paula's proud, beautiful face broken in pain, her body being perversed, stretched, and ruined in this exact manner, while Vulcan was chained up and forced to watch, completely helpless.