Hannah looked up into the face of the man who had fucked her mouth, whose cock had stuffed her back at the house. She swallowed, but sensed there was no return. "Hannah is..a slave girl" she said.
"Louder. What is Hannah?"
"Hannah is a slave girl" she said with a bit more force and sting; her face went very red, though no one could see it clearly. She tugged hard at the ungiving ropes on her wrists, feeling defeated and tossed into something quite new.
Amanda spread her long, sleek thighs in the grass. She felt slutty, but he had already pushed on to so many parts of her body and resistance was not an option for now - he actually held her neck on a chain. With every ten minutes, more of her freedom seemed to be taken away from her.
Kneeling before Don, Abigail would have wanted to cry and to get a big hug by someone and to be told this was all a bad dream, but she knew it wasn't. She looked up at him, her mouth forced shut - she knew it might be opened only to make her suck a cock, or two cocks...Kneeling powerless and degraded her big, round eyes tried to ward him off. "You look so sexy bound and silenced like that" he said, "I know we will have lots of fun together"
"Nnnnghhhhh!" - it rose with a raspy, muscular sound now that she knew none of them would be spared and that these guys really saw them as their chained slaves. he can see my naked, hairy pussy right there, and the crotchrope going down into it, and I can do nothing about it, she thought. If he slaps my face or pees on me there ain't a thing I can do.
Feeling the ring gag extracted, Korah breathed hard. He helped her get the drool off her lips and nose but didn't bother about the wet and filth that had landed on her breasts. "Yes...Yes, I love my Master" she said.
"Good girl" he said, looking down at the kneeling girl. "I'll have you begging to suck my cock in time, like she did for him" - he nodded at Amanda.
Korah blushed heavily. "Your hands are bound, Korah, you can't guide yourself any more. Are you a needy cunt?"
She swallowed hard, tears went to her eyes. He waited, and then tapped his boot into the ground. "Well?"
"I..Y-yes, I am a hot, needy cunt."
Miriam knelt on the grass, her hands at the sides of her hips. Feeling like a muted animal she loked around at the ghostly, almost ritual scene as her friends were made to say they were slaves and deserving to be fucked. She didn't dare to remove the itching clamps even as they cuut inot her flesh, if she tried one of the men would certainly see it and report her, and she would be punished. She arched her back and moaned in a low voice, at a loss for what to do.