Michael was grinning lecherous and he wasn’t paying attention to anyone but Amanda. He was surprised when he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Big Bob there and was even more surprised to get decked and he spent a few minutes on the ground afterwards. Bob just kept walking to Korah’s cage. Michael wasn’t about to follow. He knew the huge Indian could kick his ass. He just glared after him as he pulled himself to his feet. He grabbed Amanda’s hair and yanked hard, taking it out on her. He walked around beside the long bodied blond He walked around behind her and untied her hands, watching her for a moment and letting her stretch the long restrained limbs. He then walked around in front of her and pulled out his large but not yet excited shaft right in front of her gagged lips. *Get me started with those little hands of yours, please, Mandy.”

As the cock filled her numb mouth, Hannah almost instinctively sucked on it. It was wet, sloppy head and her eyes drifted closed. She whimpered in pair around the cock filling her mouth as her tight, virgin ass was plumbed by the brutal man behind her. She started to cry softly, the tears rolling over the cock fucking her face as she sobbed around the penetrating piece of meat. A small trickle of blood came out of her ass.

Bob came over to Korah. Her naked breasts were pouncing as she crawled towards him on her knees. Her nipples were hard. She wrapped her hands around the bars of her cage, rattling it slightly. She lowered her eyes sadly. Bob reached up and took one of her hands in his, pulling it from the bar, “Shhh…The cage is as much for your protection as your restraint. None of these brutes are allowed to touch you or he has to deal with me.”

“None of them except you,” Korah said dryly.

“Well,” Bob said, “it wouldn’t be fair to have the other girls all fucked and beaten and have nothing happen to you. You do need to be restrained for as long as your friends are, although you’ve already been hurt enough. Now, come here…” He reached up to place his hand on her head, drawing her towards the bars.

“What about my friends?” Korah asked, trying to pull away.

He gripped her by the hair, pulling her face to the bars and kissed her forcefully, her tongue pressing past her lips. He pulled back, looking into her eyes and not releasing his hold on her hair, near the roots. She whimpered faintly. “Listen, Korah, as long as you are in captivity, you may say to me whatever you wish but your body does not disobey again. If it does, your ass will be so red it will be a month before you sit down. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Korah said and he let her hair go. She sat up, tucking her thighs and shiny heels under her. “But what about them?”

Bob shrugged. “I don’t really care about your friends but these guys are messing up my art. I spent hours setting up each one of the bitches…sorry, each one of your friends…exactly how I wanted her. These guys are screwing up all my work just to fuck a few more holes. I left plenty for them to do but no. These crass brutes just want a rape fest. They don’t appreciate the true bondage artist. Anyway, I think I’ll move along in a short while. Not yet though. All of your friends do need to be cummed either in or on before we move on. We still have Hannah, Abigail and Amanda left.”