Country Danger

[gagged_Louise]

"But hey, owned?" it flashed through Amanda's mind, at once tired and hyperactrive. She cocked her head fa bit feebly and looked at Jason. "You mean, he owns my body - me as a...person?" She nodded to Michael, and tried again to sound assertive, but it felt impossible. Before Jason even answered, she added "Or you guys together - you own all of us?" She felt the presence of her forcibly silenced friends, thought of their parents, brothers, sisters and their school romances - thoughts jumped through her head to and fro. He was saying they would be somehow serving this bunch for - many years, like cumbucket whores to be used at will.

"I'm not sure I signed up for that" she said slowly, but before the phrase was finished the men were laughing again, and she knew that what she said just before - "you own all of us?" had weakened her argument. It was an open door, it was going to make them feel even more united toward them.

"Of course we own all of you, young lady. You've been sold, you sold yourself by accepting to let us take what we wanted and take protection of you. You could have backed off, but you took the deal, and now we have full power over you girls. You are bright and pretty, and well worth knowing, but you're owned, and the most obvious proof of that is that any of your holes can be filled by us whenever we wish. And you will learn how to talk in a way that recognizes the fact" He made a pause and smirked: "You already know what your mouth can be used for to show you're a good girl, don't you, slut?"

Amanda knew there was nothing she could reply that would have bearing on what Jason had said. Finally she mumbled, "Yes, Sir."

Abigail, a few feet behind Amanda, made muffled sounds into her stuffing panties and still felt the bruises where jason's whip had hit her. She was tired, so tired she would almost have wanted to kneel if that hadn't been so obvious, but she grasped that they were not coming home soon if thse men had their way, They had somehow become the - slaves of these men? Jesus. She cursed the light-heartedness that had made them get those drugs, she growled again. and at the same time felt the crotchrope digging into her furrow and making her squirm. Some of the men were starting to look at her. Despite herselff, she growled: "Mmmmghhhh!!"

"What's that, whore?" someone said.

"Shush - quiet, Abbie" Amanda called to her.

Tears were pouring over her chins and at the same time she felt the grinding motion in her crotch. Her heart pounded - was this how it would be? Her right to her own body, her own decisions broken down? And now - are they going to use me in front of all---