vlog16-02-2015

It is pointless to resist. I rise to my feet and I pad docilely towards him, and then out into the corridor on my bare feet. The door slams downwards with a whoosh. I am beyond the confinement of the slave pen for the first time in many hours, but I wish I wasn’t.A guard holds up a pair of binders, and I turn my back to them and hold my wrists close together behind me, hands resting against my buttocks through the thin silk wrap, while I’m locked into the restraints. Again, I offer no resistance. The guards must be lacking entertainment today, for despite it being entirely unnecessary they choose an additional method of subduing me. They have with them a steel pole, six feet in length. From one end of it hands a loop of leather which reminds me of a noose. Gripping the far end of the pole firmly in his muscular hands, the guard drops this noose end over my head. When he operates it I discover the pole is hollow and the leather threads adjustably through it, for the band is suddenly pulled tight about my throat, pinning asian my neck against the end of the metal rod. “Come,” I teen am ordered. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they can control my movements easily. My neck is high enough above my body’s center of gravity that I have to walk wherever they lead me or risk overbalancing. I can’t use my hands to break a tumble while they’re shackled behind me, so a fall would be painful. So steering me by means of the metal pole I am driven along the corridor, like I’m a dangerous dog that has to be kept at bay rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings. The leather is pinched tight enough to restrict my windpipe, and I have to gasp as I’m herded through the maze of passages that make up the fort. Through the high windows I see open blue sky. It’s oppressively hot, inside and out. Days of idly anticipating being processed haven’t made this moment easier, and my glasses heart is racing. My mind fills with the vision of what awaits me. I can’t decide now if I dread the mark or the implant more. Yes the brand is a signal to the world I can never rub away, but the implant will change my very soul. The guards propel me in front of them, using the noose that chokes my breath. I quickly busty learn why they are taking pains Lesbian to drive me so degradingly, for the two men freely discuss it. It’s very rare for the sun to rise before I do. I tried to not think that way. I would go crazy even if he was my brother." I groaned, my dick swelling faster and faster. Aimee followed his request as Carl smiled to himself because he knew what she was going to see. When we got there we had to do a couple of things. I’d opened my mouth because I wanted to taste her glasses kiss more than anything. I get horny thinking that any guy wanted to see me. And I love being horny. “But at least you’re no longer glowing.” My legs leisurely spread to give her a better view of my tight shorts pulled into my slit. On the outside, she seems cute and innocent, but damn, Leah is perhaps the thirstiest girl in my harem, tied with Betty. I am 20 years old. I laid back on my bed and moved so my head was hanging off of the edge, angled my phone so that I could get a really amazing teen picture of my boobs, my face and down my body. When he arrived she was dressed in tight jeans and a low cut blouse, she had purchased a new baby blue bra and panty set which she had on underneath her street cloths. I cupped his balls with one of asian my hands and played with them. Even kill for busty him Lesbian if he asked. I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t concentrate on anything, I was in a state of testosterone fueled vigilance. "Cindy, you may have to go out there and help him."