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Prior group sex to this hellish weekend, she blowjob had been a dean’s list student who successfully balanced a 12-credit semester with a job as a sales associate. Suddenly, she was hardly able to do the basic house work that her “masters” forced, with both hands and feet restrained, and beaten if anything went wrong. On top of that, her boyfriend Austin and best friend Gabby were getting similar treatment in some other wing of the mansion. She hadn’t seen them since afternoon of the day before, when all three of them were tied up, gagged and tormented in the living room for several hours before being hauled off to separate corners of the property for further abuse. Their captors kept referring to it as “training”, though none of the unfortunate victims could have fathomed what kind of nightmarish future they were being trained for. The thought of her friends being hurt made her want to cry, as did looking into the bathroom mirror and being reminded of her new reality as somebody’s prisoner. Bondage gear she had only seen in internet porn and a few adult boutiques was now gripping her ankles, waist, wrists and neck in the form of black, padded cuffs with silver rings that were connected by chains. Whereas the collar was clasped around her neck purely out of cruelty, the ball gag served the function of keeping her quiet. She hated both how it looked and how it felt; the way the sphere forced her cheeks to puff out was degrading, and the material was quite uncomfortable on her jaw. Except for the thin area covered by lace panties, her lower body was naked and exposed for anyone to see, including her bare butt and the injuries it bore. She still wore her aqua-green sorority t-shirt, which spared her the discomfort of being completely topless in front of her captors and now sported an embarrassing saliva pornstars stain around the neckline. Being unable to control her drooling was another thing she hated about the gag, besides the obvious part about being unable to speak. This visual aid strengthened her resolve to get the hell out of there no matter what it took, but in the meantime all she could do was avoid punishment. The toilet didn’t need any attention, which gave Megan some much-needed relief, but everything else did. She straightened the floor mats with her toes, awkwardly tossed one towel back onto the rack, organized all the grooming products scattered around the sink, then used another dropped towel to dab up the puddles left on the counter. Master walked in just as she was finishing, presumably done with his breakfast. He was a fairly muscular man of about six feet, with sandy brown hair and a square face that helped him qualify as exceptionally attractive in the everyday world, though the enslaved people exposed to his true personality would have begged to differ. “It’s nice to see you’re learning, kitten.” He said upon surveying the room. “Certainly much better behaved than you were yesterday, aren’t you?” “Yecchh ayyee.” Her best attempt at ‘Yes, Daddy’ was rendered unintelligible by the gag, but sufficient for Master. “Maybe it’s time for your treat.” Megan’s gang bang orgy stomach turned at the thought of what that could mean. The man smirked, recognizing the disgust in her expression, and nudged her to face the mirror. “But first, there’s just more thing…” He rubbed her shoulders for a minute then, maintaining a grip on her right arm, stroked her thick black hair and tucked it behind her ears with the other hand. She stood stone still and kept her composure, as much as she hated this sudden, bizarre gesture of affection. “I thought this’d be a cute piece to go along with your new persona.” He presented her with a hair band, only this was a custom one: pink-and-black cat ears made of felt adorned the top. She cringed and met his gaze in the reflection, as if to ask “Seriously?” “Just try it on.” He said. “You need to keep your hair out of your face, anyway.” He retreated away from the fallen aoi si. Both Mom and son were puzzled as Sudhir put his other arm around her shoulder and hugged them both. She handed the note to him and said, group sex “I maintain gang bang a private home off base, Captain. “And?” Daddy grunted. You kiss and lick every inch of her chest and stomach as you unclasp her bra. Freydis’s holes were roughly evacuated, her body was unshackled, and she was left in a pool of her own lust, spreading her legs, begging desperately for more. 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