| Rape ! |
| Be raped by ! |
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I should have kept my fucking mouth shut. Well, maybe open it enough to give all hands a blow job. But she was not complaining, she said. Now I was going to be their toy and slave for a while. Maybe a long while, she grinned. She told me not to expect to enjoy myself-that I should accept the idea that I was going to be raped many times and maybe by lots of partners. "Partners", she said, emphasizing that they wouldn't all be men. I couldn't say a thing, as my mouth was still full of her disgusting panties. |
And she knew how I felt about it; she asked me, oh so sweetly,
if I liked her taste. Well, I'd get used to it,
she said. I knew damned well that no matter how used to it I
got, I'd never be able to stand it, but I was so
scared and humiliated and helpless I didn't know what to do.
She then opened a dresser drawer, and pulled
out a box, and I could tell from the thud on the desk that it
was pretty heavy. Still wearing that saccharine
smile, she took out a dog collar and a leash, and held them up
for my inspection. Well, my first impression
was that it certainly was conspicuous. Wide, made of shiny black
leather, and fitted with highly polished
brass studs. On the outside, that is. She went on to point out
that there were studs on the inside as well.