0 comments/ 71973 views/ 25 favorites An Evening Surprise By: gaggedKitty23 CHAPTER 1: Innocent Love The pulsing beat through the open night club doors dispersed pleasantly into the quiet, Denver night. Two gorgeous blondes and their handsome boyfriends walked lazily, hand-in-hand up the empty street. Winter break had been a time of celebration for the well-groomed teenagers. No exams, no fuss -- just good, easy fun. Not that a few decent fake IDs hadn't helped. Caylee peeked over at Tracie and gave her a smirk plus a wink. 'Nice going, girl. You had the moves going hot all night long. I bet your guy is going crazy inside,' Caylee thought wickedly. Whole thoughts seemed to be encompassed in such a short gesture. Caylee smiled back knowingly and gave her best friend a nod. They were more than best friends, though. They were sisters. Tracie was the older by just over a year at 19 years. Tracie held Daniel's hand. The tall young man with the rugged face was a redhead, and his deep-set eyes made him look like a very noble knight, at least in Tracie's mind. Caylee and her boyfriend looked much the same, a perfect match if you'd asked their parents. Her man was a little less well built than Daniel, but Aaron walked with the lithesome grace of an athlete, and the stubble on his chin and cheeks was a badge of honor to him. He felt himself becoming a man, clasped his girlfriend's hand a little tighter and wondered in his own secret monologue, 'When should I propose?' Aaron played quarterback at Georgetown and Daniel was his wide receiver. There was something supremely unsurprising in the story of these two friends just happening to find and date two sisters. It had all started with Caylee. The younger and more vivacious of the two sisters caught Aaron's eye one Saturday after a well-fought game, and the rest had been history. Now, with their arms swinging carefree and the blustery February wind cooling their cheeks, both couples felt the smile of the world as if fate had a special, safe destiny just for them. "What now, guys?" Aaron grinned. He was usually the instigator of mischief, and quite a few of the foursome's adventures together. Caylee smiled, looked over at Tracie. Daniel shrugged, usually the taciturn, silent type. He squeezed Tracie's hand and looked at her. "What do YOU want to do, Trace?" Tracie grinned. She loved it when he consulted her about even the littlest decision. She smirked a little wickedly. "Well, now that I've got a few shots in me and this weather's no longer such a pain in the ass, maybe we could head over to the high school." Denver High. It had a nice, darkened parking lot, plenty of trees, and lots of escape routes. Perfect for a couple or two wanting some quality time in the backseats of their cars. Aaron frowned. "You know we could always get a hotel room for the night." Caylee poked him in the ribs. "Yes, but that costs money, and we're poor college students, remember?" "Can't we splurge a little on our women? I know you're worth it, babe." "Actually she does have a point," Daniel shot back, laughing when he saw Aaron's deepening scowl. "Oh yeah, sorry Bro. I forgot that we men are supposed to stick together. Problem is, I have this," -- and he took out his wallet, waving it and then letting it hang limp. "It's a little light on green, and the Midnight Club doesn't exactly have Food For Less pricing." The Midnight Club WAS pricey; they'd blown most of their cash in one glorious evening. Still frolicking on the fumes of alcohol, however, the teenagers couldn't have cared less. Aaron took off his wool winter cap and thrust it into his pocket. This was definitely going to be an interesting night. He could feel it. "Hey -- there's the Phoenix Wing Palace. Let's pop in there. I'm getting the munchies." The Chinese-style buffet was ornate, with smooth alabaster walls and gold filigree spattered copiously on every surface. The four teenagers realized that all of their stomachs were growling and the stars seemed to be twinkling more brightly, as if urging them to go in. Aaron wore a sleek, crimson, long-sleeved Express shirt and dark slacks. Next to him the taller, bulkier Daniel wore a Cubs mesh shirt and jeans. The two friends couldn't have had more different tastes in clothing. The blonde sisters were the same story. Caylee's shorter, shoulder-length hair accentuated her shimmering, strapless dress of azure silk. It cut off well above her knee caps, hugging her hips to reveal the curves of her figure. Tracie had, just like her boyfriend, taken the more informal approach. She wore only a lavender tank top with a purple mini-skirt and pink sandals. Around her neck a $300 amethyst pendant hung, sparkling happily under the street lights. Caylee groaned whenever she saw that ostentatious rock; it seemed to clash so terribly with her sister's blue eyes. A diamond would suit her better, of that Caylee was sure. ***** The four teenagers sat down to a delicious meal. Hastily eaten and drowned in sauce, it didn't take long for both boys and girls to feel perfectly content. As they exited, the wind hit them full force, and now the ominous chill made them shiver. "It's going to get damn cold out here in a few minutes," Aaron grumbled, and Caylee clasped more tightly to her boyfriend. "You need to do your job better." "And what job is that?" Aaron wondered. "You're my personal hand-warmer!" the girl scolded, and was rewarded a second later with Aaron's boyish smile. They finally made it to their cars and decided to drive up to the old, abandoned house at the foot of Hangman's Cliff. It was a secret area known to few in the Denver area. On the town's outskirts, after driving down a dirt stretch of road through trees and overgrown brush, you ran across an abandoned mansion at the foot of a sheer tongue of granite. Its once well-manicured walls and lawns had been left to decay, but within that mansion there was still the odd piece of opulent furniture. Velvet or silk covered the cushions. There was also still a working heating system, which was odd, but ever since the teenagers had been told about the place by a friend of theirs, they'd found it to be the ideal haven away from home. It was a hell of a lot further to drive there than the nearby high school, but not having to worry about police and having a whole place to themselves? That was priceless. ***** CHAPTER 2: Down the Rabbit Hole Two hours and forty-five minutes later, two sets of car tires squeal noisily over dirt and gravel. The night has deepened, but the moon throws its paleness like a floodlight across the roadside thickets. Aaron and Daniel park their Honda Civic and Subaru Outback in the circular drive before the mansion's pillared entrance. It is almost one of those stereotypical southern plantation estates -- huge, classical columns shooting up like proud soldiers before a pair of huge, double doors. Daniel opens the nearest door for all three of them, and they walk in, are soon lounging easily across from each other on two plush couches. Aaron whips out his iPad and starts to play an app. Caylee avidly watches his progress on Angry Birds, giving him advice for what angle would best explode the boxes with the slingshot. The tall redhead looks around uneasily, one arm around Tracie, before muttering, "This place is spooky. It gives me the creeps." Aaron glances up from his game and Caylee laughs. "You're like a bad actor in a movie, dude. Here you are, the biggest and most intimidating guy in the room, and you have to say something like that!" Aaron jeers. Daniel shrugs. "Just because it's a cliché doesn't make it false, man. I'm just making a point. We've come here a million times, but every time I feel like someone's watching me. It just creeps me out. Ever heard of something called ghosts?" "I believe you mean spirits," Tracie corrects her man, gently squeezing his arm. "What's the difference?" Caylee interrupts. She finds these conversations fascinating. Ghosts, spirits, the occult, it sort of makes her mouth go dry, but in a good way. The redheaded teenager groans. "Please, Trace, let's not go through this again." "We'll go through it as many times as I need to until it's been hammered into your thick skull, Mister." Tracie teases him light-heartedly before going on. "Ghosts are malevolent spirits that plague the living. Spirits though, refer to any living creature that refuses to pass on, that stays rooted in our world either because of what once happened to it or because some cherished person, place or thing still remains for them to hold onto." The college quarterback snorts, and it echoes in the large living room. "That's a pile of horseshit." "How do you know?" Tracie humphs, folding her arms across her chest. Aaron points to his eyes, looks every bit the no-nonsense business major he is. "Because if spirits were real, we'd have some scientific proof by now. People have been jabbering on and on about spirits for thousands of years, but take a real look. Just look at all the other stuff people in ancient times were so preoccupied with. The stars, the cycle of the seasons, weather phenomena. All of these things had explanations. Our science has proved the causes that people in those old times had to make up silly stories to explain. Ghosts or whatever you want to call them are a dying remnant of that old human need. Nothing more." Tracie shakes her head firmly and Caylee looks thoughtful. "Good point, sweetie, but if science is so fail-safe, then why are scientific laws called theories? Isn't science just our best guess?" Caylee smirks at her boyfriend, who fiercely suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. She just loves to play the contrarian to him in any argument. She's the most gorgeous, irritating devil's advocate he has ever met. "Babe, now you're just being argumentative. You know you don't really believe that." Caylee shrugs. "Who cares? That doesn't make my point any less valid, dull-witted boy." Now she's playing with him and he doesn't like it. But Aaron knows what to do when he doesn't like Caylee's antics. For whatever reason, and who knew why, this was a turn-on for the petite blonde sitting with her hand enfolded in his. She loved to argue, fight, or even tickle and wrestle with him as a precursor to...other things. In that respect, both sisters were very similar. Aaron grins, and his eyes take on a smoldering passion. A well-channeled hunger. ***** That's when things start to go wrong. Very wrong. Three men burst through the doorway, head to toe in black fatigues and masks. Two of them level semiautomatic rifles at the teenagers while the third, neither as stocky as the one or as tall as the other, approaches with a drawn handgun. He aims the weapon at the startled teenagers. "You're coming with us." Daniel and Aaron explode off the couch as one, their hands out in front of them. "Hold the fuck on, man. Listen, I know we aren't supposed to be here. If this is your land, we'll go. No need to wave your pieces around like a bunch of maniacs," Aaron protests. "My name is Master Krul, but you can call me Master," the masked assailant replies. And with that he points the pistol at Aaron's head. "Now do you shut up and do as you're told or do I pull this trigger?" For a moment it seems that Aaron will try to see if he's bluffing. His face contorts in fury, his fists clenched. "OK fine. Just tell us what you want with us. We'll stay here and wait if you want to call the police." His attempt at stalling is badly received. Master Krul fires a round into the couch cushion next to where Caylee is sitting. He aims the gun at Aaron again. "Next bullet goes to your head, boy. What'll it be?" Aaron reluctantly allows himself to be led, Caylee at his side with Daniel and Tracie behind them. Two other masked men, one tall and one stocky, follow at the rear. Outside of the mansion there is a black van with a fake license plate. Krul opens the back. "Hop in." The four teenagers hop in. While Krul keeps the gun tried on all of them, Stocky cuffs the girls' wrists in front of them and then cuffs the boys' wrists behind their backs. They sit on two nondescript benches that have been rigged up in the back of the van. The original seating has obviously been removed, and something darkens the glass so that even the pale moonlight doesn't peep through. Stocky sits nonchalantly with his semiautomatic cradled in his lap as the other two get in the front. Soon they hear the rumble of the van crunching pebbles and gravel. The two couples sit across from each other wondering what will happen next. "Listen, if you want money, our parents aren't wealthy. It won't work. You're better off just letting us go," Caylee pleads. Stocky sits stone-faced underneath his ski-mask, doesn't say a word. The rest of the drive goes on for what seems an eternity, and finally they feel the van lurch to a stop. They see a huge hill overgrown with trees looming above them as they exit the van. Slowly, Aaron follows his captors up a confusing dirt path no wider than his feet until an opening appears beneath overhanging ivy. Golden light beckons from somewhere below, and he finds himself being led down a winding staircase with a mahogany railing and embellishments wrought in veins of silver. At the bottom of the stairs there is one spacious room with what looks like a golden throne, fitted with plush, red cushions. To either side are four heavy, steel-clad double doors. On that throne sits a man wearing a violet cloak. He wears a ski-mask and black boots, but except for those accoutrements he is completely naked. His pale flesh is an almost pasty white, but underneath the skin is sheer muscle. His penis seems to grow as he spots the teenagers, reaching flagpole status, a vile salute. "New trainees, Master!" The one named Krul bows low. Stocky and Tall Guy follow suit. Master Gary nods. All four teenagers start to protest at once until Daniel manages to shout above the din. "Listen, we don't know who the hell you are, but you can't do this! We haven't done anything wrong. You need to let us go now or we'll press charges!" The redhead college freshman is furious, and his face purples in rage. Master Gary grunts. "I'm not sure if these will be of any use. Please begin their education." The one named Krul strips out of his fatigues until he stands naked, a torso of bristling muscle above a rock-hard dick. He approaches the two chests on either side of the throne, retrieves a 12-inch knife, a taser, and a ball-gag. "Wh-what are you doing?" Caylee squeaks. Tracie can only gasp. Aaron steps forward to screen Caylee from the sadistic freak. "Woa, dude. That's some serious shit. You don't need to carry anything like that." Krul carefully unlocks Aaron's cuffs and puts his knife to the boy's throat. "Strip." Mouth dry, the boy obeys. He takes off the nicely pressed shirt, the wrinkle-free dark slacks, until he stands pale and naked underneath the ambient light of the dungeon. "Not bad," Krul comments, walking around the boy and assessing him like a piece of meat. He gestures with the knife towards Caylee. "Your turn, sweet thing." Aaron starts to protest, but Stocky punches him hard in the stomach, and he doubles over before dropping onto the concrete floor. "Aaron!" Caylee screeches in concern even as Krul unlocks her cuffs and gestures peremptorily once more. "You heard me, slut." Caylee frantically unties her dress and shimmies out of it, her body tantalizingly revealed in only her pink-and-black-swirl bra and panty. In her concern for Aaron she forgets to strip out of those, instead just huddling over her boyfriend, stroking his pain-filled face. "Sweetie, SHHH. Don't say anything more. We have to do what they want." Aaron's anger smolders underneath, but he suppresses it, slowly gets back to his feet and sends a glare Stocky's way. The man of medium build named Krul looks the girl up and down. "Not bad. Kneel behind your boyfriend and cup his balls with your left hand." Hesitantly, Caylee kneels, feels Aaron's scrotum, can't believe this is happening. She gently feels the folds of his skin, cupping them tenderly. "Good, now use your other hand to slowly pump his prick. We want to get him hard, bitch." Caylee can't believe how demeaning this feels, but she does it anyway. She slowly feels her fingers slide up and down Aaron's manhood. Before long that manhood is long and hard, tougher than spongy cactus. "That's better. What's your name, boy?" "Aaron." Master Krul motions to the boy. "Good Aaron. Come here and kneel next to me. The boy walks over to him and kneels. Krul points the handgun at the college quarterback's head. "You try something funny, and what I'll do won't be. Understood?" Aaron nods. "Good. Now -- come over here blonde slut. You're going to kneel and put your hands on both of our cocks and pump our shafts like a good little girl." "Please, let us go!" Caylee suddenly mewls, but Stocky is already grabbing her and dragging her over to Master Krul. He takes the knife from Master Krul, slashing away the poor girl's panty and bra before he throws her down at Krul's feet. "I won't do that!" she groans, but Krul grabs her mop of golden hair and forces her to look at his crotch. "You'll do exactly that!" he roars, and then points the gun at her boyfriend's forehead. "Or this boy gets a bullet in his brains." Between sobs the girl puts her hands on Krul's cock and begins to pump it up and down. Then, keeping one hand on Krul's dick, she places the other hand on Aaron's still-hard prick and begins to smoothly grip and pump his cock too. Aaron's breathing ticks up noticeably. His cock elongates. The boy's body stiffens, and he whispers "Please...don't make her do this!" Finally: "OK. Enough!" Krul slaps the girl across the cheek hard. "Now choose a cock to suck. Mine or his. Choose quickly!" The girl's next act is predictable. She gently takes in Aaron's manhood. Her tongue slides gingerly along its vein-engorged surface. She cups his scrotum while she sucks, and then sucks pleasingly on his ball sac with her desperately rippling jaw. Aaron's groans turn deep, his face blooming like a rose. "Please stop!" he moans, but he stands there helplessly as Krul orders Aaron, "Tell the slut what a good job she's doing. Caress the bitch's hair!" Aaron reluctantly obeys, his hands reaching out to Caylee's golden tresses. He's massaging her scalp and holding her hair out of her face while she slurps on his dong. The pretty blonde mouth makes a powerful 'O' and pumps furiously back and forth. "Good bitch! Suck it harder! None of this kissy-shit!" Krul bellows. He rams his pistol into the blonde's left breast. This motivates her to slurp harder on Aaron's shaft, and the poor boy can feel a build-up towards climax. Scrunching his eyes and clenching his fists, it's clear that he's doing everything he can to resist impending explosion. "What's wrong, boy? Never blasted a load in a whore's face before?" Master Krul rests the barrel of his handgun on the back of Caylee's neck. "Better learn to cum FAST, boy. You've got 5 seconds before I pull this trigger. I want you to pull out before you cum ALL OVER her face" "Five...four...three" Aaron groans, grunts, and spews. His cum splatters across Caylee's nose, drips across her upper lip and stretches in hanging gobs off of her chin. The girl wipes her face and looks at her boyfriend with forgiving eyes. 'I know none of this is your fault, sweetie. It's okay,' is what Caylee wishes she could tell her boyfriend. Stocky growls. "Boss, watching all this light shit is giving me a boner. Can we fuck these slaves up or what?" Master Krul smiles. "In due time, Gorefest. Why don't you introduce yourself?" An Evening Surprise The big Mexican named Gorefest smiles as he strips to reveal his defensive lineman body. A naked mass of jiggling and tightly bound flesh depending on the location of the physique. He stands proudly with a cock every bit as tall and even a little bit thicker than his Boss's. He walks over to Tracie and orders her to strip. "Hurry, bitch, I don't got all day." Daniel watches in horror as his blonde girlfriend slips out of her miniskirt and tank top. "I meant all the way, bitch." But before she can even react Gorefest draws out a knife and slashes the bra straps, bringing the cups of the bra to dangle harmlessly before falling away. Then he inserts the knife underneath the waistband of her panty, holds it still for one awful, suspended-in-time moment. "Please! I'm doing it! I'll take it off!" she screams. "Not good enough, slut. You should've done it the first time, like I asked," the big Mexican replies. He leaves the knife there, gently laving her nipples with his big tongue. "Now, give me one reason not to cut up this disobedient pussy." Tracie frantically looks back at Daniel. As if somehow he can protect her, do something to end this nightmare. Instead he watches in dazed horror as the big Mexican is handed a tube of lubricant by the third assailant. "I know, bitch. Your ass will be good payment." Master Krul attaches bracelets to her wrists, then attaches those to a chain that runs from the ceiling. Now Gorefest cuts Tracie's panty free with one brutal thrust as she screams. Then he walks behind her and pours a pineapple-scented, oily paste onto the tip of his manhood. "Come here and help me lube up this cock so I can shove it into your friend's ass!" Gorefest bellows to Caylee. With a nod from Krul, Caylee obeys, gently and evenly spreading out the copious lube so that it covers the rapist's vein-bulging cock. 'Please let it go in smoothly, without pain,' Caylee begs, hoping that she has done what she can to ease her sister's torment. Tracie looks back, eyes widening as she begs for mercy. "Please sir, fuck my pussy. Just don't hurt me! You'll make me bleed!" she moans. Her moaning abruptly changes to a deep wailing of agony as she feels the first inch or two of Gorefest's cock prod forcefully into her star-shaped hole. "Uhhh, this puta has one tight little asshole. I FEEL her grip me now. She has a nice ass." He smacks her butt cheeks hard and shoves himself in a few more inches. Now his hands roam up to her breasts, squeezing them mercilessly as he wiggles his cock a half inch deeper yet. "Please take it out!" Tracie groans. Caylee sits there, Aaron's cum drying in sticky swaths across her face, and wonders if what she is seeing can truly be real. The younger blonde is brutally reminded of reality as the third assailant strips, revealing a glistening torso of ebony flesh. The black man approaches her, his cock a slab of diamond, eager meat. "Looks like we have a bitch feeling left out of the entertainment." He points to Daniel. "Strip off your lame-ass clothes, white boy. I've got a game for us to play!" The redhead strips out of the jeans and mesh shirt, gritting his teeth in rage. But the gun in Krul's hand keeps him honest, and he does as he's told. "OK now, white boy. I'm going to lay down here and your job is to lick my ball sac while my cock enters your friend's tight, little snatch. Sound good?" Daniel gapes in horror, and he's about to lunge at the black man no matter the dismal odds. Krul's gun barrel resting against Tracie's moaning face stops him in his tracks, though. He looks at Krul, who looks meaningfully at him and then back at Tracie. Gorefest is now 9 inches into her anus, and the occasional gurgle can be heard as he rams himself into her now-sticky ass. "Ooo, your girlfriend has a sweet bottom, boy. She's feeling every inch of a real cock for a change. Maybe a few dozen more cocks in this tight hole, we loosen her up, no?" The big Mexican laughs as Tracie's groans take on a higher octave. He pinches her nipples and watches her squirm a little extra on his cock. Meanwhile the big black man lies down, his cock a mountainous spear of flesh. Caylee is told to straddle him as Daniel kneels between his legs, his face pressed to the concrete floor behind Caylee's finely sculpted ass. Krul motions with his handgun, bellows orders. "OK, fuck this white bitch. Let's hear some screaming!" With that the powerfully built black man positions his bulbous prick-head and slams it upward, deep into the petite blonde's snatch. The petite blonde screams for all she's worth, nearly passing out as his ball sac rubs against her thighs. Now Daniel sees a gun in the periphery of his vision, aimed at his head, and with disgust he begins to flick his tongue at the black man's scrotum while the ebony cock disappears in his girlfriend's sister's pussy. "Oh yes, white boy...I can feel some good tongue there. Give me some even better tongue while I pork this white bitch." The big black man drives his penis like a battering ram upward into the girl's pussy, and his hands capture Caylee's wrists, bringing her hands down to palm his muscular chest. "The name is Raze, cutie, and it's a fitting one because I like to raze and plunder hot, young pussies like yours. Mmmm. Damn, your cunt is squeezing my cock like the slut you are! Oh yes!" Her dazed, tormented eyes have locked onto her rapist's face, and she rides him in forced shame, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. "Awww, don't cry slut. We'll give you other things to worry about." Raze nods over at Krul, who brings a cat-o-nine whip and smacks it hard across Caylee's breasts. The blonde cries out, is told to 'fuck harder.' She gyrates her hips on the black rapist's cock, feels that cockhead ricocheting around inside her body, spearing towards her womb. Caylee's delicate hands press down against the steely slab of her rapist's chest. "Ohh please Master! It hurts! Oh god!!!" she wails. Caylee suddenly finds a hand grabbing her chin and forcing it sideways to look at her sister. Tracie's ass is streaming rivulets of cum and blood. The big Mexican has pulled out and now produced his already re-inflated cock before Tracie's gorgeous face. The blonde is repugnantly licking her own blood and her rapist's seed off of the semi-flaccid dong. Aaron, watching all of this transpire, temporarily forgotten, and he runs for it. He doesn't get far. A burly masked guard rushes out from behind a closed door and decks him with a clothesline hit to the torso. Master Krul laughs. "Looks like your boyfriend isn't the White Knight you hoped he was, eh?" Master Krul pinches Caylee's right nipple as she rides Raze's cock, grunting and moaning with each feminine impalement. "I guess the boy was disappointed not getting more action. Let's reunite him with his poor, sore cunt of a girlfriend here." The rapemaster coordinator motions for Raze to hurry up and cum in the bitch, and cum he does. Seeming gallons of spooge erupt from his huge ball sac, spurting into the girl's pain-flooded cunt. She sighs with temporary relief as his huge girth pops free of her snatch. Her pubic muff and inner thighs are still dripping with cum when they force Aaron to lie down and tell Caylee "You have another cock to fuck. It's your boyfriend's, so make it good!" Conflicting emotions wash over the faces of both boy and girl. She gently clasps his re-inflating prick, slides her fingers up and down it until it gets nice and rigid. Then she positions it at her pussy lips, feels the pleasant squelch as he fills her up, feels herself gripping him like a fervent glove. Her hips move, her hands gently stroke his chest. She coos for him, her eyes saying 'I'm so sorry, but at least we have this moment together amid all this painful insanity.' He seems to understand, his hands gently cupping her buttocks, his pelvis flying upward to meet each of her grinding impalements. A few minutes later Caylee cums, surprised that the penetration alone can send her over the edge. Her shuddering ribcage is covered with sweat as Krul roars that she is a disobedient slut. "Who said you could cum, bitch?" Now he leads her roughly to a bench from which a metal cock protrudes, and at the bottom of that metal cock is a bed of just-heated coals. He forces her legs open and slams her down onto the metal rod. Luckily the tip is spongy rubber, but the fullness of it has Caylee feeling like her cunt is about to be split open. "Please Master, forgive me!" she moans. Slowly, and in horror, she looks down to see that metal shaft is being warmed, growing so hot that she knows it will eventually scald her pussy. The big Caucasian named Krul grabs her by the neck and kisses her zealously. "Mmm. You taste good bitch. Enjoy these last few moments before we burn your pussy for being a disobedient cunt!" "Please Master! Have mercy!" Caylee begs, watching as her sister is led over and forced to kneel before her. "She's my sister! Please don't hurt her!" Tracie moans, and Daniel and Aaron are forced down beside her, just as wretched. "All three of you better start licking her cunt. Make her cum hard in each of your pathetic faces and we may let her live. You have 5 minutes. Starting...now!" Raze lifts Caylee off of the metal torture rod and dumps her ass on the concrete floor. She lays back, opening her legs wide for easy access. Tracie is the first to slurp noisily at her clit, her hands gently stroking Caylee's belly and massaging her supple cones. 'Please sis, cum for me. I don't want you to die. Oh god!' Tracie's mantra of stricken thought is an endless loop in her head as she batters away at her sister's nub of nerve fibers, leading her to climax. Caylee starts bucking against sister's mouth, needy in more than one way as she feels her slender body responding. She urges her sister on, knowing that to NOT cum three times in the next five minutes might end up killing her. Tracie's tongue laps harder now, and she discovers the right rhythm, applies the right pressure until BANG, like an explosion ripping through the underbelly of a ship, Caylee's system is flooded. She croons loudly, feels herself gushing liquid into her sister's face. Tracie barely has time to come up for air when Aaron's apologetic face fills the gap. His tongue laps fervently at Caylee's sex, making her moan again within seconds. His hands gently massage her breasts. One of his fingers gently enters her mouth, just how she likes it, so that Caylee can suck on it and pretend that it's a cock. The young blonde shamefully enjoys reaching a second pinnacle, thrusts her thighs to meet her boyfriend's eager licks and sucking. BANG. She cums again, HARD, and the rivulets of her pussy juice stream copiously down Aaron's stubbly chin. Last but not least Daniel dives between her legs, and his tongue is wider, more effective in its onslaught. The slender blonde squirms under his touch. Though he doesn't touch her breasts, his hands caress her thighs, tracing unseen symbols across her hips. 'Is this the way Tracie likes it?' Caylee's mind involuntarily wanders. Then the warm haze becomes a tingling inferno between her legs. Her clit, hard as a dagger, wants to help her gush more fluid into this boy's desperate face. At last the teenage blonde does feel herself ascending through ecstasy, her hips bucking frantically. A last splashes of girly cum traipse along Daniel's taste buds, Caylee's musky scent making drippy streams through his well-trimmed beard. ***** The black rapist named Raze claps happily at the sight of the dazed teenagers, all naked, their faces sticky with cum. "Let's get you fuck-slaves cleaned up. We've got some new games to play with you!" With those words spoken Raze, Gorefest, and Krul grin widely and point to the opening door. Two women enter, both mistresses, their lingerie tantalizing. The black-haired Mistress Anastasia and the brown-haired Mistress Lexi glance disdainfully at their new merchandise. "Let the training continue." Master Gary intones. His cock remains hard and rigid for all to see. Twenty minutes later... Daniel lies spread-eagled, Mistress Anastasia riding his worthless cock, telling him what a worthless slave he is...how his balls will be removed after this night's pathetic fucking. "Is that all you can give your Mistress's pussy?" she roars. After a measly two orgasms his flaccid cock took nearly 5 minutes to recover and it refuses to discharge another load. Meanwhile Aaron has learned to be a good fuck slave. He penetrates Tracie from behind and presses the button to the electrical box which has alligator clips and wires attached to Tracie's tits and clitoris. The blonde squirms obediently on his cock each time he presses the button, but some of the charge goes back to him, forcing the college quarterback to groan in his own agony as she milks his balls. Caylee is the luckiest of the bunch. Having caught Master Gary's eye, she now rides his penis like a well-schooled cowgirl. That tight pussy of hers, sore and rubbed raw by so much cock, is tightly clenched around Master's enormous prick. He watches her finely-shaped ass bouncing up and down on his fleshy baseball bat. Master has her faced to watch the torments for her friends as they unfold... ***** Mistress Anya stares obsessively at young Daniel's face as she strives to grip his shaft with her cervix. The naked wide receiver can only groan as she rides atop him, her hand reaching behind to fondle his wrinkled jewels. "Cum for me one more time, sweetie, and I might let you spend the night with your cute girlfriend," she chirps. Abruptly Master Krul hovers ominously beside the gyrating brunette. He stabs a taser into the woman's full, luscious breasts and shocks her with one quick zap. "AAAHHH!" The boy moans plaintively below. "What's the matter, boy? You getting' some of the shock too, eh?" His eyes narrow at the gorgeous Anya. He grabs the brunette by the nape of the neck. "Make this boy cum in your slut pussy, girl. You may be one of Master's favorite Mistresses, but I don't suffer sluts who don't get me results!" Mistress Anya nods dutifully, her pussy slurping up Daniel's cock as she slams her hips down once more. Anya can remember a time when she was like this boy, newly captured. Before an entire world, a haze of sexual euphoria and subjugation, became opened to her. She leans over, kissing the boy hard and rubbing her fingers gently against the base of the cock and scrotum. She feels Daniel's balls stiffen, knows that she's conquered him once more. Cooing in delight, the lithesome, well-tanned beauty tells him what a good boy he's been. Meanwhile Caylee straddles Master Gary's penis, which pushes like a spear embedded between her thighs. "Please Master! You'll make me bleed!" she moans. "Too late for that," Master Gary laughs. He looks down at his own cock, sees that its slimy length is now tinged with blood from the girl's once-virgin glory hole. "Tell me a little about yourself," he prods. Mistress Levi approaches, her raven-black hair matching coal-black, fearsome eyes. The sexy brunette pinches the blonde's nipples hard. "TALK, cunt. The Master gave you an order." Caylee stifles a moan as she feels her raw, overused cunt impaled once more by the man's impossible dick. "M-my name's Caylee." Master Gary massages Caylee's breasts with both hands, then suddenly smacks her ass cheeks hard, matching the rhythm of his cock vanishing into her pussy. "And who are these friends of yours, Caylee?" Caylee points to her sister. "That's Tracie, my older sister." "And the boy fucking her from behind?" "That's Aaron, my boyfriend. Please don't hurt them, Master." Master Gary tips Caylee back against his chest, kissing her deeply while inserting two fingers to rub against her clit. After he withdraws his mouth from a now-moaning Caylee, he hisses. "I'll do whatever I want with your slut sister and boyfriend, got it, bitch?" To prove his point he motions Krul to drag both naked youths over to him. Aaron kneels beside Tracie, their sets of eyes mired in hopeless resignation. "Lick my balls while I fuck this blonde cutie. You think you two can handle that?" Master Gary presents a knife to Caylee's throat. When the two teenagers don't respond fast enough for his liking, Master Gary prods the tip of each nipple. He almost draws blood from Caylee's abused tits, but her pleasure-induced moans only stumble for a moment as Gary's skillful fingers draw her clitoris towards ecstatic climax. Aaron and Tracie gently lap at the Master's testicles. He revels in the sounds of their muffled slurping and sobbing, and the feel of Caylee's thrumming pulse, her feminine body aching for release. He slams his penis upward to impale her snatch with greater zeal, sucks on her ear lobe, urging her to cum. "That's it, slut. Cum on your rapist's hard cock. You love it! You love seeing your sister and boyfriend suckle your rapemaster's balls! Say it, whore, or they both die!" Master Gary brandishes his spotless new Glock-44 pistol, and the blonde gasps amidst her cooing as she sees the barrel leveled at Tracie's cheekbone. "Ooo M-master. I love seeing Tracie and Aaron licking your balls. I want to cum on your lap, Master! Please, let this worthless whore cum on Master's lap!" Caylee sings. Gary nods thoughtfully. This piece of fine ass was beginning to understand her place. With furious tenacity he presses his fingers deep into her sex, where they feel the pleasant friction between cock and vaginal walls. Abruptly those fingers pull out, only to crash against Caylee's clit with renewed determination. Her prolonged, delirious cry joins the perfume of her expelled nectar, soon sticky and drying on her rapist's lap. "You keep licking balls. You" -- and now Master Gary points at Tracie, "lick your little sister's cum off my dick." Tracie presses her pretty lips around Master Gary's manhood as it slides free of Caylee's tainted pussy. Gary reaches forward and inserts an index finger idly into Tracie's star-shaped hole. Tracie groans, but her tongue's ministrations remain flawless, and she vacuums up the sticky coatings of cum. Then, all of a sudden behind her Tracie hears a gunshot. She whirls around, only to see Daniel's limp body and Master Krul standing above him with a handgun. "Oh my god! What have you done!?" she shrieks. Mistress Anya lies dazed on the floor beside Daniel where she toppled over after being pistol-whipped by Krul. Krul growls at Anya. "I said you had 5 minutes to make him cum again bitch. Failure pisses me off. Now look what happened to your limp prick slave." Krul gestures contemptuously at Daniel lying limp and lifeless. "You want this to be you next?" Krul drags Anya by the hair as a hysterical Tracie has to be subdued by Gorefest and Raze. The rapist henchmen hold her down until Master Gary's roar fills the throne chamber. "Silence!" He shoves his Glock-44 into Caylee's breast and pulls the trigger. Caylee jumps and screams. There is only the harmless click of the gun and the flipping of an empty chamber. "You want to test me again, bitch?" Gary's baleful gaze freezes Tracie in place. "Your boyfriend lying over there decided not to take us seriously. You obey or die -- and he chose the latter." Tracie stares, both terrified and overwhelmed with grief. Meanwhile Krul motions to Anya, who he throws to her knees at Master's feet. "This bitch couldn't make that college prick cum a measly 5 times in her tight twat. I say we kill her." Master Gary seems to consider this carefully as Anya babbles for mercy. The lithesome brunette suddenly slurps like a one-woman black hole on Gary's cock, moaning for mercy between slurps. Master Gary is impressed by her initiative. An Evening Surprise "We let her live for now. Mistress Anya, as punishment you will be demoted back to slave." "Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" she croons. "As for you!" and now Gary points at the grief-stricken Tracie, "it's time for you to lie back and get a good, hard fucking. That should alleviate your pangs of sorrow for lover boy over there." "Oh god, you can't do this!" Tracie cries, her tone plaintive and lost. "No, please, I won't fuck you, you nasty bastard! Let us go!" Caylee has passed out, going limp after Gary pushed the pistol to her tits and squeezed the trigger. Master Gary dumps the younger blonde off the throne in an unceremonious, naked heap, telling Gorefest to "wake the cunt up." Meanwhile he punches Tracie in the stomach, then shoves her easily onto her back on the plush red carpeting at the foot of the throne. With one swift and brutal entry he fills Tracie's pussy, and she thrashes and protests in vain. Anya watches Tracie's hard fucking, mesmerized, then feels Krul's eyes on her. "Jealous of her, sweetie? We can fix that," he murmurs. The young brunette lets Krul guide her. He sits on the bench beside Master Gary's throne, his cock a slab of granite. "Have a seat, bitch. We're going to give you some exercise." Slowly, gingerly, she eases her pussy onto his cock while facing away from him. But to her chagrin he tells her, "Faster and much harder, slut. You better be bounding up and down my meat!" Each time the slender brunette sits, she feels that cockhead bust at the opening to her cervix. Then he smacks her ass and roars for her to stand up again so that they can do it again. As she's forced to constantly impale herself on Krul's eager prick, arousal slowly seeps from between her legs. "You like that, don't you? You're a shameless whore, aren't you?" Krul hisses. To Krul's credit, he massages and strokes the girl's back and flanks. He squeezes the skin of her hips each time she sits down to fuck herself, telling her what a good slut she is. Anya is waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Krul's anger to boil out. But all he does is sit, companionably fucking her amidst the sounds of Tracie's pleadings, grunts, and cries. "Maybe I was wrong about you, slut. Where was your cute ass born?" "Uhh...uhh..St. Petersburg" Anya grunts. "Can this slave ask her Master a question?" "Go ahead, fuck-toy. Ask away." Krul glories in the pressure on his dong, finds himself spearing upward to meet the brunette's now-viscous impalements. Gooey strands of cum and pre-cum ooze out of Anya's pussy, and some of it is his. "Sometimes I like to make small talk when I'm watching a good show." He smiles icily, watches Master Gary plow into the blonde's cunt again and again. Tracie's breasts shake with each impalement. The sweat above Tracie's upper lip is somehow beautiful to Krul. Almost as beautiful as the terror-tinged agony in the blonde's blue eyes. "Where were we? Oh yes. Tell me, what did you want to be when you grew up, slut?" Anya tries to stand up again, but Krul wraps his arms around her torso, holds her tight and snug as he erupts his jism deeply into her womb. The panting slave tries to catch her breath. "Master, I wanted to be an army specialist." Krul's eyebrows go up. "Really? That's a little ironic, eh?" He tells her to re-inflate his flaccid cock, and the brunette obeys, her delicate licks sending shivers of delight up the rapist's spine. Once he's re-energized he has her sit on his cock again, and their conversation continues. "Favorite food?" "Peaches, Master. I like peaches..ughh." Krul squeezes her butt cheeks, then kneads them with surprisingly gentle hands, watching his cock drill her now well-stretched pussy. "Interesting. Now tell me, do you have a preference in men, sweetie? Speak freely. I want the truth. If I think you're lying, there will be hell to pay." Anya moans as that cock lances up her pussy once more. "Master, I like black men. I've always had a weakness for handsome, dark-skinned athletes." Master Krul takes that preference in stride despite his pale features. "A most intriguing answer, slave." Krul nods at the big black man who had fucked Caylee earlier. "Raze, why don't you come entertain our little brunette hottie?" Meanwhile Tracie grunts and moans as Gary pulls out of her, spraying seed all across her belly and tits. Anya tries to protest as Raze displays his giant dong, shoving it between her lips. The brunette moans, her mouth full of black cock, her pussy filled with Caucasian cock, wondering when this long night will end. Tracie's raspy breathing is interrupted by Master Gary's tongue and lips. He then picks her up, sits down on his throne, getting ready to re-impale her on his already re-hardened cock. Tracie looks back at Master Gary's monstrosity in disbelief. "Please Master! You'll split me in two!" she wails. Gary grins, feels himself fill her as she sits all the way down on his mighty cock. "Take your dick out of Anya's mouth, Raze. She needs to give this poor blonde bitch some love!" Gary orders. "Yes, Boss!" Raze grumbles, and suddenly Anya finds a temporary reprieve. Soon, though, Anya is gently suckling at Tracie's breasts, half kneeling, half standing as Krul penetrates her from behind. Gorefest has meanwhile awoken Caylee with a splash of cold water across her face. Now he brings the horror-stricken girl closer to watch her sister's rape. "Looks like you and sis get to share a cock tonight" he laughs. "Please, no more!" Caylee groans. Instead, she can only gasp as the big Mexican picks her up with strong arms and orders her to hug him with her hips. "We gonna fuck now, puta. I haven't tasted your pussy yet." Caylee dutifully hugs her legs around the Mexican rapemaster. She feels her wobbly legs trembling, now exhausted from all this fucking. Gorefest ignores her discomfort, puts one big hand against her ass and forces his index finger swiftly into her ass hole. She squirms and moans, feeling that Mexican cock simultaneously plunging deep into her aching snatch. "Yes. Mmm. Maybe you avoid sister's fate. Master Gary gonna probably fuck her all night long. You come to my bed, sweetie, I let you suck my cock and wipe my cum across those cute slut lips, maybe even let you sleep a little. What you think?" Caylee grips her rapist tightly around the neck, bringing her lips unexpectedly to join with his. After a few moments of tongue hockey she gasps, "Please Master, fuck my pussy. I love having your cock inside of me. I'll do whatever you want!" Gorefest smacks Caylee's butt cheeks affectionately. "See, slave, you not so dumb as your slut sister. This is good, slut. Very good. You come with me now. I own your ass." Slowly, with lurching steps, the big Mexican walks away with his slave's slender snatch still encasing every bit of his Latino cock. Gorefest is inwardly disappointed, though. 'Master Gary won't let me keep her. Probably he'll sell her ass to some VIP or high-performance client.' Still, for one night this exquisite, snug clam is his to play with. Gorefest can't help but smile. ***** CHAPTER 3: Caylee's Awakening Caylee awakes from a deep and dreamless sleep. Underneath her head she feels the plush satin pillow. Her sleepy eyes open to an expensive, ultra king-sized bed. A set of green and purple Tinker bell sheets have been draped across her naked form, and dimmer lights lay ensconced along the walls, their warm glow a precious light in the darkened dungeon. The blonde teenager has lost all sense of time. 'How long was I asleep? Where did that brutal Mexican go off to?' she wonders. Her eyes flutter sleepily as she notices a glass of water on the nightstand, grasps it and gulps deeply as her tummy begins to rumble. 'I'm starving!' Caylee belatedly realizes that across from the bed lies what looks like an alcove with a built-in kitchenette. She carefully slips out of bed, wincing as her toes meet the cold concrete. Stark naked, she crosses the bedroom and sees the vague outline of a refrigerator in the dark. Opening it, she sees nothing but a jar of pickles and a saran-wrapped paper plate with scrambled eggs and bacon. The ravenous girl takes out the plate and throws it in the nearby microwave for 35 seconds as she assesses her surroundings for the first time. The room is maybe 24 x 30 feet with a vaulted ceiling. It can't be too far from the surface, she hopes. Escape flutters hopefully in her breast. There is a large oaken door leading to the bedroom. She remembers being led here through that door. But there is also another door, completely black and sheathed in stainless steel. The door looks ominous, as if meant to divide the rest of the dungeon from something even more sinister beneath. Caylee is startled at the beep of the microwave. Like a flock of birds fleeing a buffalo stampede, it takes her a moment to calm herself and still her palpitating heart. With no silverware in sight she ransacks the drawers. Nothing. She grabs a handful of warm, fluffy, and delicious-smelling eggs and pops them between her lips. "Mmm." She can't help but enjoy them despite these twisted circumstances. It's been who knows how many hours since she last had a decent meal. The hungry teenager scarfs down the bacon and is still licking her lips as the oaken door swings open. The girl has the presence of mind to lunge between the fridge and the wall, hiding herself from obvious view. She hears someone rummaging on the bed, strip the sheets, and then make up the bed before slamming the door shut, leaving her relieved to be alone again. Finally she musters up the courage to peek out from behind the side of the fridge, sees a fresh set of black and orange polka dot sheets wrapped tightly over the mattress. 'Apparently this sadistic bastard has maid service,' she realizes, thinking how surreal this has all become. What Caylee can't possibly know, however, is that everything is about to get more interesting. ***** The door bursts open again, and this time Caylee gapes as a naked Tracie rushes into her arms, hugging her close. So glad is she to see her sister that she's not in the least self-conscious as she and her sister's tits rub against one another. Gorefest looms suddenly over them, an odd look etched on his features. "Well, slut, you've been reunited with sis. Time to show your gratitude to my homies." Gorefest jerks his thumb and three muscular Latino gangbangers walk in. The tallest is Gomez, and his livid knife scar makes a neat half-moon on the side of his face. His buddies, Felix and Santino, are both well-muscled if not quite as impressive as their boss. "So Jefe, what you got for us?" Gomez glowers, suddenly perking up at the sight of the two naked blonde girls. "See the merchandise? Master Gary says you might take a liking. You get a free sample, so fuck them hard." Caylee's hand covers her mouth as she stifles the urge to scream. 'Oh my god. They're going to sell us to these demented gangbangers.' She turns to the rough Mexican that held her captive last night. As horrible as he is, at least she's been with him. At least he showed Caylee some kindness, even letting her sleep in his bed. "Please, Master Gorefest! I want to stay with you!" Gorefest chuckles. "Quiet, bitch. You've got customers!" Meanwhile Tracie groans as she feels the one named Santino cup her tits from behind. He pinches them and whispers softly in her ear. "Wanna suck my dick, slut?" Tracie shakes her head and begs for him to let her go, but instead she sees a knife come out and he puts the flat of the blade against Tracie's cheek. "You hard of hearing, slut? Maybe you need this sharp steel up your pussy?" "No, Master...please! I'll suck you!" Gingerly she kneels and starts slurping on his cockhead. The Latino dick smells of sweat and stale smoke, so Tracie can't wait to get it lubed a little and replace that scent with the more pleasing aroma of his pre-cum. Caylee screeches as Felix pushes her against the wall, forcing her to wrap her hips around his naked hunk-body. The bastard enters Caylee swiftly, with no warning at all, and she can feel him like a jackhammer ripping into her cunt. "Uuhhgh...ugh..ugh..please Master, be gentle!" she cautions, but that only seems to make him more eager, and soon her moans of agony are real. Caylee's poor body still hasn't had much time to recover from the hard raping of the night before (if Caylee's notion of time is at all near the mark). She gasps as Gomez cuffs her hands behind her. This forces Caylee to press as hard as she can against the wall to get enough leverage so that she can fuck Felix back. Caylee slams her pelvis forward to meet each of his thrusts and this seems to please him. As Tracie and Caylee are being played with three new girls are led roughly into the bed chamber. Tracie gasps as she recognizes the three girls from their school. 'Oh no! It's Rachel, Marisa and Gloria.' Rachel is a gorgeous Peruvian girl. Her friend Marisa is a pretty brunette with huge breasts and long, jet-black hair. Gloria is a petite blonde, just about Tracie's build, but with fuller lips and a year older than Tracie. "Looks like we got new pussy!" Gorefest exclaims. All three girls have their wrists cuffed behind them, their mouths gagged. Master Gary himself enters the room now, and as Santino lies down and tells Tracie to suck and vacuum up his dick into her mouth, Tracie fervently obeys. The sounds of her slurping keep him distracted while she ventures a sneak peek at what's happening on the other side of the room. Tracie hears Gorefest mutter in barely coherent bursts. "What these new arrivals don't know is they won't be living very long. Master Gary's dungeon is filled to capacity, and he doesn't have room for extra dumb sluts that happen to wander onto his property. These dumb cunts were out looking for their friends. Well, they'll soon learn that they've gone looking for trouble and found more than they can handle." Master Gary takes out a blowtorch and needle and approaches the white brunette. Marisa recoils as Gorefest holds her in place. Tracie gapes, unwilling to believe her eyes but unable to tear them away, all the while hoping that Caylee isn't watching this. "Be still, cunt. Your ass could use a little decoration," Gary remarks. He pierces each of her nipples with her accompanying screams, then draws out two large, silver hoops and gently locks them into place so that they dangle from the girl's hot tits. "That's a little better. OK, Gorefest, you and Raze can deal with these sluts. I want this to be a show to remember." As Raze walks in and hears those words, he nods viciously to his partner, Gorefest, and the big Mexican's eyes harden. "Let's do this Bro." Raze leads Marisa to the bed by her luxuriant hair, hands her a huge vibrator and tells her to start fucking herself with it. The stupid girl just holds the buzzing, 13-inch pink vibe with clueless eyes. "What part of 'fuck yourself' was hard to understand, whore!?" The huge black rapist smacks her hard across the face, and she goes reeling off the bed. With brutal efficiency he applies a minty paste up and down his penis. Then he lifts her up by the waist and tosses her onto his lap. His huge penis rips past her unwilling anal sphincter, penetrating her ass and going for her bowels. "UUUUUHHHHHH!!!!" Marisa's moans fill the room as Tracie sees that she is not the only one watching. Caylee is watching too. Caylee watches poor Marisa being ass-raped on the bed by the big black guy, but she's got her own problems-- a cock vanishing up her really sore pussy. "Please Master...it really hurts!" she begs. Felix responds by dipping his face so that he can suckle Caylee's tits. She can feel his hot breath on her chest as he slips a finger in her mouth and orders Caylee to 'Shut up and suck.' She has to obey even though her pussy feels like it's on fire. Tracie tries to protest as Gorefest grabs her by the neck and tells her that she has better things to do. Santino puts his hands behind his head, relaxing as Gorefest guides Tracie to straddle him, positions her pussy lips at the head of his cock. "See, bitch. No more kissy shit. We get you fucked, maybe even pregnant if you're lucky. Now SIT!" Tracie plunges downward onto Santino's hard meat, feeling his hands slap her ass as he thrusts upward to meet her. "Good slut! Now watch what happens to your friends!" Gorefest goes over to the girl named Gloria. He tells her to suck his cock. When she refuses he takes a whip from behind the night stand and brings it to bear -- THWACK -- directly at the blonde's impressive wrack. The girl screams and twitches as fresh, bloody ribbons erupt across her once pristine breasts. She falters, sobbing on the floor when Gorefest renews his demands, his cock poking at her eye. "Call me Master, bitch, and suck my Mexican cock like it's one of Daddy's popsicles." Through her tears Gloria starts licking the Mexican's huge penis, but her licks are pathetic, tentative, and half-hearted. With a sudden roar of disgust the Mexican puts her in a head lock and lifts her high into the air until her contorted face turns blue. The sexy blonde's legs kick and flutter for a while, then go still. Caylee becomes hyper-aware of the sudden quiet in the large bedroom as Gorefest nearly strangles her friend Gloria. The girls are all shocked into sudden stillness, and even the redness of Caylee's pussy is temporarily forgotten as Felix bangs her tight snatch. Gomez is gently cupping Caylee's breasts, now, telling her to fuck his buddy harder. She sees with some trepidation that Gomez's cock has elongated, pre-cum dripping from the tip of his dick. "Ooo yes, puta, next me and you gonna have a good time!" Gomez promises Caylee as she shudders with his friend's cock swimming inside her. Caylee looks over at poor Gloria. She's now lying still on the floor. 'Oh my god. Either she's passed out or they've killed my friend!' she thinks to herself. Caylee didn't know her that well -- they were more acquaintances than anything else, but they had some of the same friends. She was still a person to Caylee. Caylee's heart goes numb even as she suddenly feels the distractions of pleasure. Gomez's fingers are rubbing her clit above where his friend's brutal cock is ramming into her like an eel going for its prey. "Uhhh...uhhh....please Master...slowly!" Caylee groans, surprised as he grants her that request. Felix suddenly slows as his ball sac slaps against her thighs, then plunges in and out with a steady but measured rhythm. "OK slut, we give you a break since you behave so good. You do my friend a favor in return though. Fondle his cock, make him cum with your cute, cuffed little hands!" Caylee squirms as Felix pulls her away from the wall, puts his arm around her back to keep her upright. Now he pushes Caylee against his friend's cock, which she can feel but not see with her hands cuffed behind her butt. She feels his already slick penis at her fingertips, and slowly teases his shaft with gentle stroking, finding his sudden moans oddly enjoyable. Maybe it's the power Caylee seems to have over him in just that short moment of time that makes her feel so good, creates that wetness between her legs. Tracie is meanwhile riding cowgirl on Santino's cock, her brain still numb and horrified from watching poor Gloria get strangled in Gorefest's grip. Now she sees a very willing and terrified Rachel slurping up and down Gorefest's manhood and using her hands to fondle herself. "That's good, puta. You cum while you suck my cock. Do it!" Gorefest roars. Soon Rachel is rocking back and forth on her knees, her quickened breath and slurping mingling as one. Tracie sees the Latina's heaving breasts, the trickling perspiration beginning to form between them, and her mind finds it all strangely arousing. She has her own worries though...hard, slickening worries. Tracie wonder if she's pregnant yet, ready to give up hope that she'll be able to get out of here alive.