Country Danger

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda swallowed.. "Yes, Amanda was one of the best girl runners of her school and she would be a mainstay in school track events. She went to ballet classes too, and sometimes she would be doing show dancing too. She and her friends would go out on the town to have fun...She might not be in with any special guy, but that crowd were a feisty lot...".
The feeling of her clit was getting into a slow but steady thump. Watching Abigail on her knees and crying into the thick socks-and-tape gag, and at the same time feeling the ropes binding her arms and wrists, truly holding her powerless, she was starting to feel increased arousal and some of her words came out a little slurred. She began wiggling her body softly, aware that Michael would see it but also for herself.

Korah slowly went to her knees, her nude skin shining with a pale hue in the moonlight. She worked to keep as upright as she might, at no price did she wish to topple over from her own weight as she went down. Her lips tensed as she looked up at him. "I am a slave" she said, "your slave Korah".
"That's right. Does my slave feel tickly in that cunt?" Bob asked.
"Y-yes...your slave can't stop herself from feeling...hot, Sir." She swallowed hard.

Miriam nodded at Jason and brought her hands up to her left nipple; she reckoned she would cry out and so she preferred to wait with removing the gag. Hands shaking slightly, she reached for the point of grasp with her right hand, rubbed at the swelling skin around and then pulled at the spring. She breathed hard: "Uuuunnnghhhh..." as the pinchers lifted out of her flesh; it was every bit as bad as she had guessed.

By the time she had got the ring gag out two minutes later, she was crying and keening openly. She felt too tired to form any words, but the phrase "my mouth is a cunt now" whirled around in her head.

Abigail felt the stinging swipes like more blows to her self-esteem, but when looking right up at him she could no longer think of any safe space from which she should direct her protest. They were so totally given over to these men, and they had even surrendered themselves for free sex in a way, so what could she do? When she tried to close off what was going on she felt as if she were in a bubble with only herself and Don - no way she could stop being aware of him. She bit into the slimy, packed socks and panties, searching for Amanda's far-off eyes, and then looking back at...him. She couldn't even remember when she had been on her knees for anyone since she was a litttle girl, except in the starting blocks and ready to run. As he went on twisting her nipples, Abigail tried to force herself to be a good girl and to stop moaning, but she knew that would send the pain deeper into her body and mind. She had no choice but to swallow up what he dealt her, to try to contain it as it flowed over her mental barriers. "Nnnnghh!! Ooohh...no! MMmmoummerrgghh..." she grunted like a whipped donkey..

"Yes" Hannah said, looking up at Alvin. "I asked you, Master, to...fuck his girl."
"Oh, you asked me, cunt" he said sneering slightly.
"Forgive me. Slave Hannah begged Master to fuck her."