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JENA

One of the men in the rear of the van slips a leather bondage hood over her head. The
eyes are covered. Her ball gag is forced deeper into her mouth as the zipper of her mouth
opening is zipped shut. She could feel every bump in the road as the van made its way to
an unknown destination. 

She can feel the cool air rush into her steaming cunt as she’s spread apart and inspected
by one of her captures. “It’s a shame for all of this sweet fucking pussy to go to
waste.”

His fingers probed even deeper as he spread her apart even wider. She felt as if he was
going to rip her apart. The driver seemed to hit every pot hole in the road. She can feel
her juices flowing out of her gapping cunt and down her legs. She’s spread so far apart
she feels as if he’s going to rip her cunt apart.

The other man responds, “It is going to be a long trip and this cunt is just begging to
get fucked. I wonder if this fucking bitch can give a decent blowjob.”

“I tell you what, you take heads and I’ll take tails. Maybe we can meet in the middle?”

Jena is tossed into position like a rag doll. Her dripping cunt is filled with his rock
hard throbbing cock. Instead of moaning from the immense pleasure she is feeling from
having a massive rock hard cock shoved deep inside of her cunt, all Jena can do is gag
from the saliva building up in her mouth. He waste no time and pounds her so hard and fast
she feels as if she’s going to fall off the side of the sofa bed.

A voice comes from in front of her. “Would you slow the fuck down for a moment? Hell, I
don’t want her to bite my cock off.”

She wanted to scream for him to fuck her harder. She was so getting into it just as he
was slowing down. She feels a large strong hand lift her head and unzip the mouth opening
of the bondage hood. A flood of thick saliva streams from her mouth as the ball gag is
pulled away and left to dangle beneath her chin.

She coughs as she struggles to catch her breath. By the time she took her third breath
her throat was being crammed full with a massive cock. She gagged as his petrified shaft
banged against the back of her throat. 

Soon both men are fucking her from both ends in perfect synchronicity. Jena struggles to
free herself but her bonds hold her securely in place. She’s not trying to break free
because she wants to get away. She has never been completely helpless before and it was a
strange mixture of fear of the unknown and excitement. The closer she gets to an orgasm
the more she struggles against her bonds.

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Jena has never experienced multiple orgasms before. Her first orgasm was so intense she
would have never believed she would have the ability to have another one. But her she was
at the edge of yet another explosive orgasm.

It wasn’t just the way he fucked her ass. It was the way he took control of her. It was
the way his dark chocolate body melted into her creamy white body. It was the way he
humiliated her and used her for his own pleasure without regard for her pleasure at all.
It was the way he dominated her completely and totally without permission or even an
apology. 

Just as she was about to cum she felt his hot load ooze through her bowels. The sensation
was unlike anything she’s ever felt before. He was right she could taste his cum in her
mouth. 

When he spent and expelled his entire load up her ass, he let her limp body slide down
the wall and unto the floor. Jeff walks away leaving her frustrated and in a ball on the
ground, frantically masturbating herself to completion of another orgasm.

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TRUDY

Trudy is caught off guard and lets out a deep sigh as the handle of the hair brush is
forced deep inside her ass hole. She grips the legs of the chair and clinches her ass as
the handle is forced as far inside of her as it will go. She had never been so humiliated
before in her life, and it was about to get worse.

Master Synclair pulls Trudy’s hair, lifting her head up. “Get on your knees bitch. And
you better not let this brush fall out of your ass or there will be hell to pay.”

Trudy carefully lowers herself from her Master’s lap. She waits on her hands and knees
for her Master’s instructions. He watches as she struggles to keep the brush in place.
Trudy struggles with her anal muscles to stop the brush from slipping. 

Master Synclair points to the far side of the room. “I want you to crawl, your ass, over
to the other side of the room and back.”

Before Trudy can get a quarter of the way across the floor the hair brush falls from her
ass onto the floor. Before she can react, Master Synclair has her by her hair. The
familiar whistling sound of the crop racing through the air sends a chill throughout her
body. The crop lands squarely across her exposed ass hole.

Trudy cries out and falls to the ground only to be yanked back up on all four by her
hair. A series of hard strokes leave bright red marks across her freshly punished ass. She
can feel the welts form as she struggles to escape her fate only to be continuously yanked
back into position.

“Spread your legs bitch!” Her angry Master orders, “Since you can’t seem to follow simple
instructions I’m going to whip your cunt while I walk you across the room and back.”

Trudy can feel her legs buckling as she’s dragged across the floor by her hair. Every
stroke against her tender cunt seems causes her to cry out in pain. She dares not close
her legs and deny her Master his target. She wished he would walk faster. It seemed to
take forever to reach the other side of the room.

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It was humiliating enough as their fingers found their way into her pussy and ass. The
man washing her hair have strong firm hands, she sort of enjoys that part. But when his
soapy hands found their way inside her mouth she thought she was going to be sick. She
spits as much of the soap out as she can between her gag reflexes. 

She pleads with him as he pours more soap into his hand. “Please don’t. I’m going to be
sick.”

He sticks his hand back into her mouth as she gags. “You stupid bitch you have to learn
to keep your mouth shut. I was just going to wash my hands. But I can see you need to
learn your place.” He grabs the back of her head to hold her in place, as she struggled to
pull free of his soapy hand. You better hold these suds in your mouth or I’ll strap your
ass raw.”

As soon as he pulls his hands free Trudy starts spitting out the thick suds that coats
the inside of her mouth, “Fuck you, you fucking bastards. Get your fucking hands off me.”

He grabs her by the bottom of her face and tightens his soapy grip as best he can.
“Puppies don’t speak.” He stands up and removes the thick and worn leather belt from his
pants. He walks around to the rear of her. The other two men back away. She tries to turn
around but is unable to move.

In a panic Trudy tries her best to dodge the belt that is whistling through the air
towards her defenseless ass. She tries to clinch the metal table to brace for the impact
to no avail. The first stroke cracks loudly across her soaked and soapy ass.

Trudy opens her mouth to let out what should have been an earth shattering film. All she
can do is gag and spit up soap after she swallows a mouthful of suds. All she can do is
grit her teeth and bare the pain as he stripes her wet creamy ass with his belt. It soon
becomes a test of wills. Trudy is now determined not to cry out as the red welts rise on
her ass.