I had been captured only two weeks earlier, in the fall of my home city, where I had been born and had spent my nineteen years of life. The assault ha... been sudden and unexpected, the enemy soldiers suddenly pouring through the streets and knocking down doors. I had been quickly collared, my hands bound roughly behind my back, and thrown onto a waiting wagon to be transported to my fate. In the back of the wagon were fifteen or so other girls and young women. I knew several of them from school. Sherry told me, “Jerry, this is Lacey Littlejohn, and she wants to kiss you and thank you personally for her shirt.Evelyn told her, “Lacey, you have twenty minutes, don’t waste a second of it, because you’re going to love this man and the way he can make a girl feel.”With that, Evelyn grabbed Lacey’s shirt and ripped the snaps open from her neck to the shirt tails. She’s not even wearing her red panties now, and with her shirt flying back, Lacey launched herself at me. I caught her in midair. She was rubbing herself vigorously now; one finger inside her, the other strumming her clit. She remembered the way the third man had fucked her. Far and away the best of the lot. He’d pulled out of her mouth immediately after number two was spent, walking back around the table to get to the other side, cock flopping everywhere with each step he took. Hoisting her up and sitting down behind her, he was almost impatient to begin. Gladly, she sat down on his lap and felt him inside her, as well. As is my man’s,” she flirts with a hand over my aroused cock.“You really are an exciting couple. Our ladies want to sexually pleasure you while we watch. Our room in twenty-minutes? Would that be suitable?,” one of the men asks.“Yes it would be,” Sarah smiles, enjoying being the center of attention and a sex object after she looked at me for tacit approval.“I really want this baby, two younger bi-women, so enjoy, you know your turn on is my turn on. We are going to cuckold each other again,”.