There were fourteen of them. They took turns lying on the couch and Loretta took each of them to orgasm twice, then sank into a corner and cried. She was still homemade crying in the corner when a guard brought in food on a cart and began pouring some sort of soup into bowls for each of the women. Somehow, they were now in a slightly closeup larger room with a long table. “Not her!” the leader growled. “She hasn’t earned it yet.” “She’ll starve to death,” the guard said gruffly. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” the leader replied. “We’re already dead anyway. The government doesn’t want to amateur even admit that we exist. It’s a private prison on a private island in the middle of the ocean and nobody gives a shit if we are prisoners or fish food.” The guard looked down at Loretta. “Our house mouse,” he said slowly, “was...” He paused and looked up at the ceiling as if searching for the right word. Then he said slowly, “... released.” After a not very reassuring smile he said, “The position is open if you want it.” “What would oral I have to do?” she asked grimly. “The usual,” the guard replied with a grin, “cook, clean, suck, fuck... couple that sort of thing.” “How many men?” Loretta asked. “Four of us,” he replied. “Do I get fed?” “Down on your knees slave she says.” I drop to my knees. We never got further than couple the hotel bar that night amateur and we ended up getting quite drunk. It was like a mind-warped dream, as she flashed of herself being sexually abused in front of so many closeup perverts. “You can wank over me tits,” she offered and she lofted her smock over her head to reveal her lithe young body shining silver in the soft moonlight. Billy got some lines of blood across his face, but that detail meant nothing as a desperate Jacob moved to hit Billy again. At six foot one inch, Pieter easily could see for himself, hell he’s got six inches on me. That night after lights out, all I could think about was Lindsey! And if he didn’t do what I wanted when I wanted he’d get my hand or paddle or a crop to his tight dark ass until it was red and stinging. It seems almost more perverse to be helping my molesters refine their ideas on how to molest me. I was looking at a huge vase of flowers in our suite and when I turned around Sean was on one knee. It’s a nice movie, one of my wife’s favorites. Griff had stopped resisting and pulled me into his hard muscled embrace. A cunt is for glory not the worms, even a good Catholic girl like you can`t stay a virgin her whole life. I even got enjoyment out of watching them dress each other in the short transparent outfits similar to those worn by temple priestesses. If I wanted to marry her, I knew that I had to accept it. I could taste and smell myself on her lips and tongue. That works if you can shut off the left brain and it's powerful obsession with counting costs and addressing fears. She was jolted awake by the sensation immediately. Then I felt a finger on my asshole and it slowly entered me. I never had anything in my ass before and it felt good. Granted by then she would have been reduced to just another whimpering bitch. My task was not done however; Lee was no longer standing but instead sat on his knees in front of me. He obviously expected the same attention as Dad, and he would get it. "We're leaving." “We have another stop to make after your nails.” "Because she pooped? “What do I do?” Jacob asked utterly lost. Kayla just leaned back over to her seat, looking out the window, but speaking, “Mmmm, it feels good to do as you say. A mother simply shouldn’t know those things about her daughter. Taking the laptop to the bedroom I impaled myself on Ryan and we watched the video. I got between her legs, and like a divining rod, it found her slippery slit, as I pushed slowly, all oral homemade the way in. God, she felt so good. He gave her such pleasure.