Hannah whimpered as Ryan managed to position his hand under her t-shirt and bra, giving her nipple a twist. It came as a shock to her. She had been allowed the protection of her clothing by her captors’ and the fear that it might be lost had been precisely why she didn’t want her head freed. She pressed the thighs together and her feet to the ground, the muscled flesh rippling. It was no good. Ryan peeled her panties down to the tops of her thighs and started to lubricate her ass. Her hair was then tugged by Alvin and her back whipped. There, at least, her shirt protected her, leaving only the faintest of marks beneath it. Ryan’s hand was then down the front of her panties, pulling the dildo free and letting it loose into the bottom of the garment before stroking her. Hannah stomped her foot once.

Amanda groaned into her gag as she was lowered to the ground. So much blood was rushing to her head, she’d almost rather get her rape over with if it meant she got to stand up straight. She could feel the cold, firm chains binding her ankles together just above (or rather below) her little white socks and her sneakers. She could feel the air on her bare breasts and the way the protection of her denim, pink short shorts was pulled down by gravity, exposing her thighs, the crease of her ass and a patch of panties.

Miriam was helpless to do more than suck Don’s cock for as long as he held her mouth over it. Her mouth was watering at this point and her head was still moist. Her tongue was tired but went to work. She closed her eyes, not wanting to state at his belly. Her arms were stretched above her and her soft tits bounced. Her bare legs were stretched out beneath him.

Korah was watching all of this in growing agitation. She grabbed the bars of her cage and shook them, her huge tits giggling as she fought the steel bars in just her high heels, “Bob, Bob, that isn’t fair! They’re messing them up!”

Abigail looked up at Korah with increasingly frightened eyes. Her toned body was all tied up but her holes, save her mouth, were left open. It was Jason himself who walked over with a whip. First one blow and then another, he started to leave angry lashes on that arrogant back.