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.

What do you think of the rock star lifestyle? he said. Im sure its lovely, I said sarcastically. Getting any action? he said with a raised eyebrow and that twinkle. None of your business, I said and felt myself blush. Oh, but come on, Dee, he said. I could feel him looking at me and I felt weirdly hot and self-conscious. I want you to have fun.

Two hours later I was in my street clothes in the back of a car, being driven to the airport. Id packed my cat off to my mums, dumped a bunch of clothes in a suitcase, grabbed Saulniers Repertoire de la Cuisine off the bookshelf and crammed it into my jacket pocket, and now I was wondering what this new life as a rock bands caterer was going to be like. When you are as famous as this band, you dont travel on public transport. I was not surprised to find that they had their own jet.

I like it, although its not as exciting as cooking in a really good restaurant on a busy night, when your whites end up soaked in sweat and you come away with a few extra burns on your already scarred and blistered hands, and you end up getting drunk with the other guys, exhausted but triumphant, and maybe even having a quick sympathy fuck...okay, okay, that last bit doesnt happen very often, but it does happen occasionally. The catering gig is relatively low-pressure. Most of the pressure is about making sure that everything is what the client wants, which does not necessarily mean that its what the client asked for. Most clients do not know what they want.

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.

When my sobbing died down a bit, he wiped my face with his hand and whispered into my ear. You know, he said, its just possible that somebody might fancy you. Ever think of that? It doesnt happen very often, I muttered, and sniffed. He handed me a dishcloth and I wiped my nose. But were all beautiful, Dee, he purred. I know Im a boring old hippy, but we are. Everyone is.

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

Marie sat bound to the chair. Her eyes squeezed as tightly shut as possible, trying to block out the sounds and sights that were assailing her. She was more furious than she had been in her entire life. Silk scarves held her arms and legs snugly in place against the arms and legs of the chair, and try as she might, she couldnt break their restraint.

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

Ruby knew she had been disobedient and awaited the punishment she had no doubt would be swift and severe. Sitting quietly in the living room she awaited his return, thinking back on the events of the day. She had been awoken before dawn to the warm, moist feel of Mikess tongue laving her swollen, wet pussy. Thinking it was a most amazing dream, she let herself sink into the incredibly pleasurable feelings that were washing over her. It wasnt until she felt her clit between his lips, being sensuously tortured by his tongue that she woke fully to realize it wasnt a