One of the chief men dealing with Amanda was Michael. He spent a long time just looking at her, taking in the helpless prize. He looked over her milky white skin and her evidently fake blond hair. He looked at how her squirming hands were bound behind her back and her ankles chained together and her mouth gagged with another woman's panties. He looked at the tiny, pulled down shorts and the set of sneakers and socks which were her only clothes. He smiled and then placed his hands on her thighs, right near the border of those denim shorts, and held her in place, fingers and nails digging almost painfully into the soft flesh, "Hey, Mandy. Looking to get down from there?"

Miriam's eyes were closed and she was sobbing around her unyielding gag and the huge cock which filled her mouth. Her soft cheeks were puffed out. He held her tightly by her natural red hair, holding her lips to his crotch as his balls slapped against her youthful chin. Her slightly chubby legs, the soft flesh well displayed, passed under his knees, fully extended and tied tightly together at the knees and ankles. Her little socks on her shoeless feet were almost cute. Her other two holes were covered by her panties but she had no other clothing. Her heft breasts bounced a little as her arms tugged at the restraints which held them spread above her head. Her soft, panty-clad ass bounded up and down on the cold floor.

Abigail bit down hard on her own panties, already soaked with saliva. The whip struck her again and again, sending pain through her essentially naked body. The heels of her boots dug into the backs of her thighs and the chub of her athletic ass but she still tried to use her doubled up legs, not actually bound to one another, to fling herself about, seeking to escape even as she sobbed.