Kathryn shook her head desperately, Janines strong arm still clamped around her mouth, and she made muffled "MMMMM!" noises of protest. The bearded guy was gyrating his hips slowly into my ass. He reached down and closed his hand over my crotch, and to my shame my cock swelled under his touch, inside my cargo pants and shorts. His other arm was held strongly but not suffocatingly around my throat, pulling me into the warmth of his body. "Hear that?" said Panty Boy. "He says he doesnt care what we do to him.

Kathryn opened her eyes and focused on me, and she stretched out a desperate arm. I reached over and managed to grab her hand and we held each other tight as we were each ruthlessly arse-fucked. Then the moustachioed man walked around behind Janine and put his arms around her, nuzzling her. She pulled an irritable face and made to shrug him off, but he had forearms like hams and he was gripping her. "No, Ali," she said forcefully, and made a more decisive move to get out of his grip. He let go with one arm, reached down and opened the buckle on the strap-on harness. It fell to the floor. Janine started to struggle more.

Kathryn and I spent the next day with each other, looking after each other, summoning up the strength to confront the American couple and accuse them to their faces. We talked some more about what had happened to us. We were both feeling pretty shattered, not only by the fact that wed each been subjected to homosexual rape but that our rapists had managed to make us consent to it, even make us aroused during the act. That was what was so profoundly humiliating. Kathryn and I kissed and cuddled each other, and we even took off our clothes and went to bed and made tender

But then my head was jerked around, and I got a glimpse of a mans furry, naked groin, and a cock was pushed between my lips, and then it was filling my mouth and I was gagging, blinded, my face buried in the moustachioed mans groin as he fucked my mouth. That was the moment when they truly possessed us, the point at which we both realised that we were no match for them. We had been taken and stripped. I was being forcibly sodomised and mouth-fucked while another man sucked me off, while Kathryn was the naked plaything

"Oh, please, no!" I moaned. "Please dont fuck my ass! Please!" I turned my head and tried to look over my shoulder at him. "Please!" I begged, "not in front of her! Not here!" I didnt want these men to fuck me in front of my girlfriend, to reduce me to a whimpering ass slut before the eyes of the girl I loved. But the older, moustachioed man was dry-humping the bearded guy from behind,

I felt a pair of arms encircling my torso, and then lips were on mine, and I realised that the smaller guy was kissing me. I made a muffled squeal of protest, but he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He was still pumping into my arse, but I realised that his speed and force was out of desperation, out of lack of love. He mustnt have been laid for a long time. He kept on kissing me on the face and whispering something into my ear, and I sobbed as he forced his hands all over me, reaching down and cupping my