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I need to warn my friend. “The Slavers – they let these creatures crawl inside me, back there in the pool,” I begin, but she stops me with a raise blowjob of her hand. “I can guess,” she says tenderly. “You don’t have to tell me about it. It will happen rapidly when you deteriorate, but I know what to watch out for and you’re safe for a couple of days.” Shamefaced, I look down and that makes me feel worse. My breasts are still tied around their asshole bases, squashing them out into balloon shapes. The leather strings wrapped around my flesh must be restricting the blood supply, for my breasts have turned a strange color, darker than the rest of my skin. They’re almost purple. The pattern of lashes from the whipping are everywhere across me. With my fingers trembling, I pick at the knots. The faces of the two men who tied my boobs up resurface to haunt me. Two men of Salarin’s. It’s like there here in the room and its happening all over again. They groped me much more than necessary while they forced me into the jacket, and then they tied these humiliating bands around my breasts, and then they shoved the gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream, and finally they pushed me down into the dirt and raped me in the ass, one after the other. One of my assailants, an unshaven man in his fifties who had an overpowering rank smell of stale sweat, was one who had anally raped me while I was in the frame as well. The other younger man with dark skin was unknown to me. The paste that was applied to Blowjobs me after the mass rape had healed me, but I think these two men tore me again, judging by the sharp pain my backside if I move too suddenly. I try to fix myself up as best as I can, massaging my sore breasts once the leather is removed. The strips I discard on a pile along with the jacket and the vile gag. “Lie down and sleep for a few hours,” Leesha urges me in a soothing voice. “I’ll wake you up if there’s a sign of anyone in the tunnels. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” I want to stay up with her, and thank her, over and over. But my whole body is sore and I’m exhausted, mentally as well as physically. butt I smell like a sewer, but that can be dealt with later. Giving in, I gratefully lie on my side on the mattress, drawing up my knees into a fetal position. Everything feels bloated inside my abdomen, as though I’m in the middle of intercourse, but there’s nothing to be done at the moment. Leesha is thinking more clearly than me. I should rest. I’m expecting to lie awake, my mind beginning to process the trauma, so when I’m suddenly in the nightmare, reliving standing helpless in the frame while Salarin rubs the goad across my body, that makes it worse. I wake screaming, with Leesha’s hands gently shaking my shoulders. Even though she’s my friend I recoil instinctively at contact from another human. I’m back against the corner of the bed before I understand who it is, and I begin to calm. “It’s almost dawn on the surface,” Leesha butthole says soothingly, hiding a wounded expression. “We’ll need to move soon, but there’s time for a shower if you want to clean yourself. You should drink too. The water will be clean, not like the bottles they give you if you call out.” I look at the shower and realize I really do want to wash myself. As well as removing the caked human waste which stains me, I want to try and rid my skin of the feeling that I’m imprinted by countless hands. “There are no towels,” she apologizes. I shrug. I was hitting so hard, it was hurting my hands. I took the fingers that were just deep inside of me and let butthole them run over her lips, wetting them with my juice. “As long as I can enjoy you too, it’s okay.” The pleasure coursing through her was so great that she thought she might explode from it, asshole until suddenly she did. “Hi…” Abhi to sirf 10 baje hai, we have lot of time till morning” , with my reply , she begged me to release her for Blowjobs some time , so that she can rest a bit “Bahut thak gayi hoon, plss” . I told ok one more time then you can rest for 10 minutes. Most men act like I’m a piece of meat on their table. We all met back in the living room and I was glad to see that I wasn’t blowjob the only one to be wearing Speedos’. Nicole’s eyes went from the disappearing boy to Chris, then to myself. When they unsnapped, she reached down stopping me and looking at each other, she asked, “Are you sure you butt want to do this?” I looked at the clock, did the math and realized it was too late to call my wife for a sexy video chat.