“Oh yeah, you love cock. Little cock sucker.” The would be rapist was practically sobbing as he sucked her strap on, and Strap Girl felt no pity ...or him. He needed to know how his victims felt; used and violated. She wanted him to remember this the next time he thought about rapping some poor innocent girl like the one on his couch. She jerked the cock out of his mouth and smiled down at him. “Please, let me go,” he begged. “Now bend over,” she ordered. “But…no, please no.” She didn’t wait. Whatever it was. The pleasure and pain it brought me, sent my body into a frenzy. I began to slap my hands down on my bed, throw my head back, and scream, as Bullet unleashed his doggy cum into my pussy. "Oh, shit Bullet!!! Fuck me like I'm your bitch, Bullet!!!"As I felt Bullet's cum dripping from my pussy. I assumed that it was over. But it wasn't. I was now tied to Bullet, with thousands of strangers watching me online. After about five minutes of being tied with Bullet. I heard a knock at. Allison had her tramp stamp first. The same thing happened with their piercings. They’re both 18 years old and recent high school graduates. “Well, I don’t care what people call it. I’m not a slut. I happen to still be a virgin.” Not for long I thought.“You should ask why people call girls with tramp stamps sluts, shouldn’t you?”“Suppose you tell me.”“I’d be happy to do just that. Now, as I see it the girl with one of those tattoos has to show it off, right? What does she wear? She. Only one of two shadowy figures stands in the container on the left. The facility is no longer illuminated in bright lighting but now running under its red emergency backup lighting, casting everything in an even caliginous glow. The computer off to the side of the container is casting off a steady beep with each second that steadily clicks down…4…3…2…1…Mark… An alarm begins to blare before being cut short as the giant vault like door cracks open, hissing even more steam. The door part quickly.