"It'll be my pleasure," that Nigerian general laughed.Elaine laughed with him."Tell me something Miss Griffin. Are you using these women now to give b...rth to the Nigerian Supermen?" the Nigerian General asked.Elaine nodded.The cell of each woman had been visited by at least 20 Nigerian men. Every time any of these Russian women tried martial arts to fight back it was useless. The first time for all of them was that their first Nigerian man would grab their legs with one arm and with the other. As she moaned flooding her pussy with more lube I started pushing my way in her stretching her as I dove deeper! Her cunt lips were clinging tight to my teen cock gripping me as I thrust in and slowly pulled out. By this time I only had gotten about four inches deep asshe started screaming I was too big. Willing to take that challenge I simply moved her ankles to my shoulders and started banging my way in. My giant throbbing cocktreating her as the fuckmeat I was now training her to be. As I. . my knees went weak as I came with a whimper.At my desk again, I held a cup of coffee in both hands. Jeff was standing at his car, looking towards the garage/gym/dungeon. I'm here, I thought. Look up. Make contact. He didn't. As his car turned into the road and sped away I lowered the mug of coffee to my desk, rose and padded downstairs. The gym looked the same, but it wasn't. The possibilities of the low couch, the chaise longue, the wooden table had changed. I placed my hand flat against the. “Ahem...”My head spins like it’s on a swivel while the sound echoes. I can’t tell which direction it’s coming from, just that it’s surrounding me and somewhere in the space with me ... I think. My fingers fidget closer to my mouth as I frantically look around. Scared to move and wanting to huddle myself into a corner and hide, if only I knew where the boundaries of the room lay. I want to speak, and ask who made the sound ... but if they can’t see me, I would be giving away my location. I don’t.