“She was tough,” Master chuckled, “but they all break in the brunettes end. Ask her anything.” Master pulled out a chrome cone from beneath his desk. It had a dull point, and was about six-inches wide at its base, and nine inches long. He placed it underneath me, the cold metal point pressing against my hot anus. I shuddered. I wanted to sit on it, to have its full length inside of me, to feel it stretch me until I tore, but Master kept me in the squatted position, and I had to obey Master. “Fifty-One,” the woman asked me, “do you know who I am?” “Master’s friend.” I responded. “That’s right,” she smiled, “but I’m also a friend of someone you know. Do you know Yavara Tiadoa?” “Yes.” I persian said, barely containing my mounting arousal. Oh, the way the point felt against me, pressing into the Babes delicate filthy flesh of my shithole, teasing the pain, the pleasure. “Well I’m her sister, and I’d very much like to know what you know about her. Every time you tell me something I couch like, your master will let you sit a little deeper on that cone. Think of it as a game; do you like games? “Yes!” I cried with need, my pussy dribbling nectar down my spread legs. I needed it! “Good,” Hardcore Mistress Leveria smiled, “where is Zander Fredeon?” If one would be slobbering all over my cock the other would work her head below and be pulling my balls into her persian mouth. She brought it up to her face and looked at it, rubbing the slimy pre-cum between her fingers. I felt her stiffen in my grasp, knowing that she had just let a dark secret slip into the light. 'Whack!' Or I got spit roasted and took it from both ends. Kay laid there Babes motionless and quiet for a bit then went to the bathroom. Next to us, Gort is on his knees. Another rather worried person was Colin, a scientist who had realized what was happening early on and hid himself couch from the terrorists by Hardcore entering a fairly empty chemical storage closet. We don’t have a deadline.” Nicole heard Jennifer say. “A spanking?” Chloe asked. “What exactly are we hunting?” I ask. Sam followed and did the same with my brunettes left.