"Commandant Johnny Mackie," Miss Krystal clarified. "He's named after his ancestor."I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. My head was spinning, my peni... throbbed, I was short of breath..."Breathe, Scott," Miss Krystal grabbed my shoulders and spun me to look at her. "Breathe. You're holding your breath." Oh," I gasped. "Yeah." What?" Harmony asked."He got excited and held his breath," Miss Krytstal explained. "HardTime has a few side effects. One is that the boys on HardTime need more oxygen.. "Without your mommy, you are not so tough after all, Ultra Brat!!!" Jeered the masked leather woman, making her way to the back of the van.With blurred eyes, Ultra Boy could only stare at her sculptural, tanned legs under her black leather skirt...and the obviously surgery enhanced boobs (barely smaller than the 50 EE cup of her own mother UltraMom) that folded the fabric of her black leather jacket that covered her torso. The stunned, muscular ultra teenager couldn't see her hair and face,. When they felt her orgasm they lost control too and made her move to the sofa. One sat down and forces her to sit on his massive cock. The other slipped first one then two and finally three fingers in her ass. As he pulled them out he lubed his cock and slipped it into her from behind. The third fellow was standing on the sofa and tilted her head back as he pushed his hard cock past her lips.She was going crazy with sensations the feel of the forced entry of a large cock into her pussy. She was. Now the sight of it made him sigh. He wasn’t a sentimental guy but he loved that hammer. He’d got it from a fence who swore it was the one that inspired the old Beatles’ song. It wasn’t, of course. It wasn’t even made of silver. But it didn’t half feel good when he banged it down on some fucker’s head. ‘Must be the Liverpool in him.’ Charlie grinned. ‘Okay, son, I’m going to give you a choice. Sit or be nailed to the floor. What’s your poison?’ Oh fuck, thought Huyton as realization dawned,.