To Hannah certain parts of her body felt half numb, while others - her head, her breasts, her legs and pussy - she was acutely aware of. Had she really asked, [i]begged/i] Alvin to fuck her most precious place? She had heard herself saying it, and she blushed as she sucked on his fat, hardening dick to be a good girl,. but Hannah had to face up: it had come from deep within her. She had knelt for these guys who had tied her up, who were taking her holes - and begged for release of her heat. Somehow it felt like passing a thin red line. What would happen next?
"You're a juicy little slut, you know this is something you'll be good at" Alvin said leisurely and she went scarlet. “we’ll soon get there, but it’s my decision, not yours, slave”. At her butt she could feel Ryan fingering close to her labia and snickering.

Amanda was struggling to keep her head clear somehow, sighing and taking in the male meat deep in her mouth. He pumped her almost like a football, pushing and holding her firmly with his hands so that she rebounded all the time. Knowing what he was putting her to, and what he had made her write with his cum on her own flesh, she was going to bits with shame now. Those heavy groans made him sound like a giant, and she felt his cock pushing at her tongue root and coughed. "Just take it in deep, slut" he said and pinched her nose.

She moaned with fear and humiliation as the man made her suck diligently and then finally came in her mouth. She gave gargling grunts but his hot sperm filled her and splashed out for the second time over her cheeks, her eyes, her hair. Her body squirming with arms hanging limp and her slit fingered, she sobbed feeling sullied by him, robbed of her self-esteem for now. Amanda's eyesight partly obscured by all the cum, she felt hurt and dizzy and didn't want to see any of these guys again.

Michael grinned at her and after two minutes he finally hauled her down. He tied her hands behind her back, made her sit down on her butt and wiped some of the cum off her face and breasts, though there were still spots and stains visible all over her. She felt cold as she looked furtively around, seeing her best friends bound too and being used like whores.
Later, she would not be able to remember clearly how they were brought outside and lined up. In the bleak moonlight, they were all put in file and their hands and arms bent up on their backs and roped, making them pant heavily and lean forward. Then the iron chain that leashed them together like negro slaves of old, though Amanda and her friends were all white. Jason pointed the way with a flogger as the girls were marched down a footpath over a meadow and then into the forest. Amanda leaned forward feeling the tug on her captive flesh; she was free to speak but fear and numbness was a very effective gag anyway to her mind. How many more will be using my pussy before this is through, she thought, trudging her bare feet along on the path. Around them the night birds were chirping and calling

Abigail muttered and cried into the gag as she felt him riding her pussy and pushing innto it. She was very aware now of her need, and she was beginning to trust Jason a little, but only just. So much more harsh and helpless things aight lie ahead. She moaned hard as he reached her soft spot. "Nnnnghhh...yyeeunmmmpff. p_eeeaase".

When he pulled out of her she sobbed softly, and it was all but impossible to get upright after he had untied her ankles. She nodded at her master to mutely ask for help, and he realized her legs must be half asleep by now and lifted her into standing. At first she felt like she would be falling helplessly again, and with her hands lashed into the reverse prayer position on her back, she might have hurt herself. She grunted sharply and to her relief, Jason dragged her over to the wall nearby and plopped her back against it. Standing there and making harsh, unsteady breaths, she could see her friends being fucked and the gradual mop-up of the scene.

As they were brought outside she felt the clear night air over the country, but she had little time to feel poetic about this. The chain linking her to Amanda in front of her and Miriam behind made a sharp tug from neck to neck as soon as they got moving. To make sure no one would make an attemopt at her privates, Jason had added a crotchrope itchng at her sore cunt. Mumbling into her panty gag, she was forced to march with the others into the forest, pines and birch rising high above them.

Miriam, still ring gagged and feeling overcome with humilation and a half-dazed anger after being forced to serve Don, staggered with muffled sobs onto the meadow outside, where the ropes forced her to bend. Her mouth, neck, pussy and breasts were aching and her state made her think of the Christian slaves who were flogged and sent off to die during the persecutions of some Roman Emperor. She dimly hoped this would be over by noon, but it felt a very long time to there.

Korah wondered what ever Bob and Jason could be up to as she finally ambled along on the cool, but mostly dry and half grass-striped path. She was in front and felt the tug on her from Jason's firm leash. When Bob tied her she had wanted to fight back - she alone had escaped being tied or gagged that far - but Bob had just ordered her to her knees and then told her to put her hands behind her back. When she obeyed, he'd tied the strong wrists and then forced her arms up inversely to push her hands up to between her shoulder blades. that moment really tested her obedience, but she was determined not to stir up trouble even when she was made helpless. In a way she felt she was more at one with her firends now that they were all bound and led away on a chain.

"Good girl" Bob had said and forced some rope around her breasts, bringing it wirily together with the ropes holding her arms. Now she really couldn't hold it - she sobbed and cried out, kicking slightly with her feet. Bob grabbed her head and shook her "What are you doing, hun? Listen kid, you can't go about..." and before they went out, he pushed a black leather ball gag between her teeth and strapped it tight to make sure he would have no further trouble. "Mmmmghhh!" Korah moaned at the humiliation and pain. Then he removed her stylish high-heels leaving them in a plastic bag in the cottage.

Outside she was put at the front of the slave caravan and with three of the men riding on horses and the others walking by, they set out into the forest.