As I always had a morning stiffness and usually the covers would be all thrown off me, my cock would show like a flag pole and rarely, Warren would sp...inkle couple of drops of water on my cock or just blow some hot air in my asshole, if I was lying ass up; just as he left for jogging or came back in the room. This would just wake me up and we would laugh and I shall turn on my side to hide my erection or my hole and go back to sleep while Warren got ready for his early practical class and went. ."On the bed and bend over" he said, I moved very quickly to do so, he walked around the room and opened draws and searched for things, he wrapped a blind fold over my face and tied it back, another buttplug with a strap was put into my mouth and tied back, I felt very cold chains over my neck and back, he joined the links under my body and connected more chains to my nipples, tried to scream but I was gagged, more chains went over my ass and under to my cock he clicked something around my. Back at the Robbers' barren cave hide-out, old DIck Jones, as he called himself, was doing some hard work of his own – wankin’ his goo-blaster, after having done a hard-day of booty inspectin' at gunpoint, and after he squeezed out a mayonnaise blast which launched across the dirty Cave Commons-room and landed with a SPLAT! against the far cave-wall. Dick stood up and stretched his arms and was heard to have muttered "Whelp, time to get back to work. There's more womenfolk bein' a'borned into. Thank you." Have fun and ... I apologize." Mrs. Jameson said, shutting the heavy steel door behind me followed by what sounded like a series of locks and deadbolts being slid into place."Uh..." suddenly, something felt very, very wrong. I descended the stairs carefully.At the bottom there was another door. I opened it and stepped into the Jameson's basement recreation-room."Girls?" It was dark and it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust. I took a couple of tentative steps forward."Good evening,.