A whip sliced across my back. I screamed, my spine bowing away from the pain, my belly touching the filthy kissing floor. “Open your mouth.” He said again. I complied this time, knowing they would keep whipping me until I submitted. The ring-gag was roughly forced between my teeth and strapped behind my head. “Think of it as bitch training-wheels,” Lesbians the human sneered, “after a while, you won’t need it anymore. Isn’t that right, Twenty-Three?” He asked the dawn-elf beside me. “It’s true!” She smiled stupidly, her gaping mouth expiring moaning pants, her hips rocking as she took two men to the hilt, “After a while, you just give up. It makes it so much better.” “That’s a good girl, Twenty-Three.” The man stuck a thumb in her mouth, “Our newest slave is called Fifty-One. She’ll be your roommate until we get to Bentius.” Twenty-Three sucked her master’s thumb, moaning delightedly to be to be so attended by him. Her slender olive body was hogtied with crude rope, her wrists and ankles bound together at her tailbone, the suppleness of her flesh revealed by the tautness of her binds. Her eyes were Fingering glossed and unseeing, the light behind them gone. I didn’t know how long it took them pussy to break her, but I wouldn’t give in easily. There had to be hope. Yavara was coming for me. The human dropped his pants and pulled out his cock. I’d hoped the vicious bastard was just compensating for something with his cruelty, but I was wrong. He smeared his fat stinking junk all over my face, leaving his scent stuck in my nostrils. Then he placed the head of his cock against my open mouth, and drove in. I gagged involuntarily, my throat closing around the revolting meat ravaging it. He gripped the back of my head and forced it forward, pressing my nose into his loins, making me choke until I surrendered to him. There was no use in resisting, not when each gag just made it a tighter fit for him. I opened my throat as I had done for my lovers, and let my rapist have it. Again, and again he buried himself into my neck, groaning with his fists in his hair, squishing my face against his crotch. I swallowed around him each time, trying to finish him as quickly as I could. Steady, Prestira, steady. I thought to myself, feeling the dispassionate calm of an academic’s rationality, You know how this is going to happen. Torture only ever gets worse. This right here is as good as it’s going to be for you. Your best chance of staying sane and keeping all your parts attached is to slow things down as best you can. I relaxed as best I could in my bent position, opening my throat and breathing evenly through my nose. My heart steadied in my chest, and through my rational lens, I separated myself from the situation. Oh, I could feel the man burrowing down my neck, and I could still taste MILF his foulness and smell his rank loins, but there was a disconnect that let me stay in my mind, turning my body into a vessel that simply reacted to stimulus. Yes, my pussy became wet; I could hardly control the automatic responses of my body. Did I enjoy the way he thrusted into me without regard teen for my pain or dignity? On a primal level, I supposed I did. Was I ashamed? No. I was at the mercy of things I could not control, and for that, there was no shame. The man ridiculed me for the moans that filtered around his driving cock, and he took great joy in calling me a whore and slut, but they were only words. She asked if I was a photographer and I said not a professional one. "I felt nauseated this morning, well lunchtime actually. “Yes!” I blurted out without really knowing what I was agreeing to. Stand Fingering behind him and hold his hips, then slap his arse. She was, and kissing still is, MILF beautiful. Soon, the equipment pick up truck arrived along with some cars following. I’d never experience that, and I absolutely loved it, sharing his cum with our tongues as it was spurting and Lesbians later oozing out. Then she slowly slid his hand down, across her stomach until teen it was on her wet pussy. I know I’m better than others. When he climaxed during his liaisons he left behind a fragment of the mage. Sometimes things get a bit more risqué but it’s a fun place to pussy work. She entered her and Steve's bedroom, forgetting to close the door tightly.