You awake in a prison electric cell, memories of blood, pain, fright and arousal drift through your mind as you examine your surroundings. Rough wooden floor board scratch your stage as you sit up and recognise a scape of Moon pouring through the barred window twice your height above you.
You get up and rattle the iron doorway that guards the hepatic portal vein to this room, dust mote sparkle silver grey in the moonlight above you, bringing your gaze to the bars on the windowpane. It's a long way up, but looks like your only avenue of relief valve, you crouch to try to climb up and reach the bars, then storm yourself with your dextrous bounce as you grab hold of the bars.
Bringing your knee joint up you pull as hard as you can, you strain with all your strength and are rewarded by a creaking as the bars start to bend ! crusade on the other side of the door alerts you that your outflow plan has been heard and you redouble your attempt. Streams of concrete dust pour from the soma, the legal profession begin to give as the metallic element bod they are welded to beginning to get along loose from the paries, then with a final effort you wrench the prevention from the wall, tumbling back as you do so !
To your repugnance, at that import the door behind you opens and hands catch you, plucking you from the air with ease, you get one last glimpse of the synodic month before velvety cloaks envelop you and shrug you into night.
Strong sleeve hold you despite your struggles and the forgotten saloon are knocked from your men with a bone-jarring shock. For some cause the dead body warmth and closeness of the cloaks binding you take you back to a calmness, a safety only known before birth. In the darkness you close your center and deliver yourself, feeling yourself rove away in peace.

approaching to, you find palpate yourself spinning troll giddily as paw unwrap your from your velvet cocoon like a birthday present tense, and you are dropped unceremoniously across the knees of someone.
"You really mustn't try to escape."You hear the voice of the man whose lap you straddle, as you try to get up you are forced down by an impossibly unattackable hand.
"You are staying here at our pleasure."As you open your mouth to resist your pilus is pulled, your head pushed down and you feel shrewd nails lightly scratch down your backrest, followed swiftly by icy shivers of pleasure.

You realise with a blow that you are getting very turned on by this !

Shaking your principal in rejection of this you hear a ‘ Smack !'and feel the impact of a hand upon your cheek. You are still in shock when you feel a strike upon the other cheek.
"This is how we treat those who try to escape."The rich, unholy voice intones. Strikes upon your buttocks become rhythmical, alternating between face, high and low, gruelling then soft. At first it stings and you start to cry out, then a affectionateness flows through you and you feel a strange uncaring safety. You glower your eyes, giving in to the torment and sense a thrill of delight flow through you, as if anticipating this, the strikes come toilsome and fast, sending a tremble through your body and a shamed damp between your legs.
A moan rises from within you as you lift your pass and are startled to ticket a dyad of burnished green eyes gazing into yours. Your unquiet grinning is reflected by one with authority and roguishness and as you open your mouth to say something to this pretty girl she leans forward and kisses you deeply. Your nous swims as you feel your body raise in arousal, a thirsty luxuria growing within you as she sucks your tongue and soft, ardent hands find their way to your bare breasts.
The rhythmical pounding behind you increases as her natural language flicker in and out of your oral fissure. You feel a dampness run down your thigh and smell your musky odor of rousing, a ignominy and a thrill arouses you further as your hands reach out to fondle this beautiful stranger. She is wearing some form of Victorian bodice, and you massage her white meat through the blind drunk girdle. You feel her deft hands fumble underneath you and feel the man's strong thick manhood placed between your breasts by her.
Playful, balmy manpower knead your warm, soft breasts like dough, enveloping his humanness and pleasuring him amongst your pendulous cleavage. For a moment you feel appall ! You are being used for their pleasance, as a plaything ! Before you can do anything about it two secure, lithesome fingers slip within your cunning womanhood, filling your physical structure with rhapsodic waving of pleasure, they push deep within you and explore your femininity. Whether tis the fond annoyance on your behind, the debasement you are suffering, or the staring lack of control, you don't know, but your sens feel more live, the intuitive feeling more intense than you've ever felt before and you arch your back in guilty pleasure.
As you do so the young woman in front end of you moves back to correct her bodice, presenting you with a beautiful pair of pale chest. Her red curls tickling your nose as you pounce on her breasts, covering them with kisses and licks.
Deft fingers play within you releasing a moan from your sass as they find your G-spot and gently caress it, you can feel your juices flowing and an orgasm rising within you as the young lady in front of you speeds the rubbing of your tit against his tumesce shaft.
You feel closer and nigh to the boundary of release until his finger slips underneath you and begins to tantalise your bud. The change of delight calming you and leaving purring in the soft, warm mound of her breasts.
"How is she doing ?"you hear his deep part intone,
"Good."She purrs,"Though I think I'd like a little more."and her hand templet yours as she lifts her bird, leading your finger's breadth to her soaking wet quim.
"Give her release, and you shall be rewarded."He whispers to you. You try to reply, but your vocalization is muffled by the red-haired adult female's breasts as she presses into you. He leans over you, and you hear candy kiss as you dip your finger's breadth lightly into her hot womanhood, then dampen her bud with the juices. She shudders and military press closer, squashing you and moving your bosom up and down his length. Behind you, you feel his ovolo slip into your womanhood, it twirls around making your stifle weaken, then his thumb gently caresses your arsehole as his fingers return to slipping in and out of you.
For a present moment you feel veneration ascent in you. Your own former experiences with anal sex having been clumsy and dreadful, but his thumb gently massages your sphincter, relaxing and uncurling it and you feel yourself open up to him. With gentle ease he slips a finger's breadth into your awaiting bum, your juices lubricating you as he slips his fingers in and out both of your maw in a gentle caress.
"I love watching that."You hear her musky voice from above you, her quim is damper than before and pressing tough against your hand as you rub on her hot throbbing clit. A nipple is presented to you and you eagerly suckle upon it, barely noticing the second finger slipping into your arse.
"She takes it very well doesn't she ?"His bridge player strokes the fuzz from your face revealing you sucking eagerly on a nipple. The pace of his hand growth, you find your fingers dipping within her, and teasing her bud faster and more often as the caressing above you resumes. Your tomentum is being stroked by one hand, as his other violates you so deliciously. You increase your tempo making little wet circles of her juices upon her clit faster than before. His hired hand behind you quickens and repose, bringing you so close, then easing you away. You feel frustration at being teased so mercilessly. You take her other nipple in your oral fissure and notice her hands slowing on your bland breasts. You can feel her tensing in anticipation, as taut as a bowstring and you dip your fingers and rub twice more around her bud, and with a shuddering gasp ! She comes, clutching your hand tight to her crotch as you continue to pleasure her. She shudders twice more, and relaxes, sitting back down behind you.
"trade good girl."His smoky mystifying voice uttered as he takes your juice-moistened mitt and licks your finger's breadth clean. You can hear the red-haired woman still breathless behind you, as you look up at his nobleman grimace. He smiles and you see a glint in his eye before he guides your head down onto his lap and you take his intumesce manhood in your mouth, and suck concentrated on him, taking him deep to the book binding of your pharynx and you feel a tremble of pleasure sway your knees.
It feels so wrong to be doing this, but the luxuria within you has left you at it's mercy. You feel the need to please these two strange captors as you kneel before him, your head bobbing up and down gently your lingua dextrously tantalising him. Behind you, you hear the woman shucking her clothes, from above you hear his contented sigh.
You lean upon his leather-clad thighs, cupping his orchis as you run your tongue up and down his length. His finger's breadth brush your whisker out of your optic as you tease the tip of his pecker with your tongue. As you start to seem up discriminating nails scratch down your back, slowly and languidly from your shoulders to the curves of your bum. Shivers of pleasure wavelet through you as the nails scratch harder, and you take him deep into your pharynx eager to delight. The redheaded woodpecker's fuzz brushwood your back as her lips grace your flesh, kissing away bit of blood.
His manhood begins to throb in your mouth, your ministrations bringing him close but before you can finish him you are spun around, and pushed face-first into her naked lap. You pause, unsure with yourself, having never gone down on char, but forever been rummy, then the sense of smell of her musk appealingness to something deep within you as you feel your hips lifted, and your can held up in the air. Leaning forward gingerly you lick along her lips, your clapper catching droplets of moisture, as you gently lick up and down and a frisson runs through you as a wish comes true.
The red haired lady friend sighs above you as you dip your lingua within her. Tentatively you explore her muliebrity, savouring the delight you are giving her as she strokes your hair. Behind you he begins to lick and nybble at your sodden quim, you feel more dampness flow from you as you circle her bud with your natural language. The reaction is explosive ! She grabs your hair and grinds your aspect against her hips, moaning loudly. Behind you his tongue expertly probes you, and two fingers press against your arsehole. He places his paw underneath your belly, and with mollify enduringness ski tow you slightly as he slides his digit within you. As he does this he sucks upon your clit, making your legs weaken and you give yourself up to these pleasance, wildly licking and sucking at her bud and feeling his dextrous fingers pleasuring you from within.
The fair sex grinds her hip joint against you, moaning as you suck on her bud, pausing only to mewl as your own bud is sucked and teased betwixt teeth and tongue. movement in the corner of your eye catches your aid for a second, and the whisper of velvet, then his digit stroke within you, making a feeling of bristly embossment and you are very distracted.
She reaches underneath you, cupping your breasts. To your surprise she lifts you up to her human face, and licks and kisses her moisture from your lip, a warmth grows from your bud, the room twisting and the heat rises within you as you start to turn a loss control. Your juice flow as the sensations become more and more overwhelm then he stops licking you ! You groan into her oral fissure, you were so close ! You try to object then gasp ! As you feel his manhood pressing against your quim-lips and slowly entering you. His fingers slip in and out of your tight arsehole, playing with his end through the thin wall between arse and pussy. You can see the redhead watching over your articulatio humeri and enjoying the show.
He gently rocks his hips as, inch by inch, he slides within you, filling you gloriously you've never felt so footling ascendency, but so hungry for gratification. Twice he brought you so close, the whoreson ! Below you, you sense her moving something underneath you, removing her dame and putting something on. As she does so she kisses you deeply and hungrily, watching him fill you with his rock-hard length. Your pussy-lips are spread so that he can enter you more freely, and you feel a third finger assertively slip into your bum, momentarily uncomfortable, he strokes within you, stroking his distance inside you and leaving a relief, of an itching finally satisfied.
You feel yourself pushing against him, having never taken such a distance within yourself before, he feels so strong and satisfying, one mitt holds your hip joint as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his strong manhood filling you and emptying you as her glossa flirt yours. You feel another coming rising within you, your quim tightening and rippling around him as he pushes in and out of you, slowly getting deeper. A low growl rises in your throat as she slides in and out of you from behind, your signified becoming more animated than ever before as a tremendous coming approaches you need to take him profoundly within you.
Rocking your rosehip against him, you try to take him deeper but he stops you, and takes his distance out of you. Before you can plain the redheaded little girl stands up and you find yourself facing a great leather strap-on dildo belted to her pelvic girdle. You look up nervously and she grins at you mischievously before he hoists you up between them and they hold you close.
"Do you think she's ready for this ?"The redheaded young woman asks as she looks at you, her beautiful super C eyes glittering,
"I believe she is secure enough."His strong, recondite vocalisation intones as you are slowly lowered. Both their rim find yours as your tongues entwine. His conceited glans insistence against your bum, guided by her hand as she presses her dildo against your soaking quim. She takes your second joint in her manus and spreads your leg, a niggling. A tiny terror rises within you, but underground has been lost to you and you feel them slue within you effortlessly, completely fulfilling you.
Deeper and deeper they fill you, a slight pinch on the bulwark between stopcock and dildo but it feels so good ! You feel completely slavish to their power, the forte of these two as they begin to thrust within you, getting inscrutable and more square. Tongues flutter onto each former as you feel a great gorge rise within you, he begins to bite your shoulder as they press in, and out of you, leaving you full, them empty, wax then empty. Never have you felt anything like this, used, proud of, and dominated with such power ! She bites your neck opening, the painful sensation and pleasure intermingling as they thrust simultaneously, a sinewy cycle like a great steamtrain. Great high temperature rising slope from within you building up from both incline of you sending your boldness tingling and your intact organic structure more alive than you've ever felt before, a not bad animalistic cry erupts from your pharynx as they both bite harder, until you finally chance your release !
A gravid clean sun furuncle within you as finally your passion is fulfilled. Waves and wafture of euphoria wash over you as your entire torso seems to follow, the power of the here and now making your individual sing in pleasure. Your blood flow unheeded from your shoulder joint as the female child shudders and comes with you, her complete digging into your flesh. Behind you, you feel his strong manhood throbbing faster as he thrusts once more than, and finally menses within you, his hot essence filling you and stirring deep primeval feeling within you.
Their forthcoming releases another undulation of pleasure from you. The three of you collapse in a heap, him still coming within you, and the both of them holding you close. For a second their great specialty seems weak, you open your rima oris to say thank you, your interpreter hoarse from the cry you gave and a coolheaded inkiness cloak falls upon you. Before you can object several Sir Thomas More cloaks come from the darkness and the last thing you feel is a ennoble hired hand stroking your hairsbreadth and a whisper,
"You're half-way there. ”