The last thing I saw before my eyes were covered was one of the guys pulling out his thick member and preparing to put it into Laurie. “Open your m...uth, slut.” I obeyed. The rubber gag was shoved into place, muffling my weak protests. My hands were then pulled roughly behind my back and bound with a soft rope. The rope was comfy at best. After she had sufficiently bound me, I felt the marker across my chest. Slut #3, that’s who I was, and who I would stay. The only thing I noticed was how. I can feel the tingling sensation of his words work deep into my sex. I can feel the smoothness of his balls run over my tongue, he tastes so good. I allow them to slip out from my mouth. My lips linger close enough to kiss lightly on them; I work down under his balls licking him gently. I tease him with my tongue ring, it slides over him easily. My tongue runs over his underside, I feel him squirm. He is pushing himself closer to me, forcing me to lick and taste more of him as he does. I run. ? He held up one of the pencils as though he’d just discovered gold. The next thing she knew, Libby felt the unsharpened end being slowly inserted in her little hole. Jack pushed it in until the only thing sticking out was the metal tip surrounding the eraser and the eraser end. The pencil was small enough that, other than a sight discomfort, the invasion had not caused a problem. Then she saw him holding another pencil up, which soon disappeared into her vagina next to the first one, leaving. Inodded "okay, but just give me a second, I have to...y'know...powder mynose", Emma nodded and I made my way to the toilets, using props tohelp me stand.I stumbled into the toilets and made my way across, all I could thinkabout was Emma and Danielle, Danielle I have already explained and Emmabecause I felt guilty about how I was being with her, guilty? Why? Itwas her that did this to me, it was partially guilt that had made meagree to that stupid ritual in the first place, (ritual...damn I.