I focused my eyes and the same devils who beat me were standing less than three yards away, facing the door to the showers. They were joking again and...I listened to their conversation. I didn’t understand what they were talking about until the moustached devil mentioned something about gas. I finally put it together. There were no showers. It wasn’t a joke, like we thought, it was a death chamber. The bald devil looked at me and I closed my swollen eyes to feign unconciousness. He approached me. There is also, when I listen carefully, a change in the tenor and pitch of her voice. The high-pitched squeals are still there, particularly each time the black rubber delivers its rough attentions to her cervix, but they are interspersed with low moans as the textured surface of my toy glides smoothly between her sensitive lips and over the barely-touched flesh of her vagina. The branches are also playing their part, nudging repeatedly against clit and anus, sending extra sensations to. She was about 5'4" and somewhat curvy with 38D breasts and in her late 20's. I had been purchasing shorter and shorter skirts and more revealing tops for her to wear and she was really starting to enjoy showing her body off. She was becoming accustomed to going about with no panties or bra and her large tits would visibly sway under her tops and usually her hard nipples would show very prominently thru her thin tops.On this particular Saturday afternoon we were in McCain mall in North Little. He deposited two crumpled bills and ascattering of coins in her upraised palm, barely aware of what he wasdoing. Felicity stepped discreetly to one side in a sweep of gypsysilks, her role in the drama fulfilled.Robbie edged closer to the shimmering veil, fingers extended like asleepwalker. His pupils were dilated, his lips slightly parted. Heshould have been frightened - terrified, in fact - but the thought ofrunning never occurred to him. The light was seductive, entrancing. Hehad to know what.