She also put on long black rubber gloves that extended up to her biceps. She was at once both beautiful and terrifying.Behind me, I felt Cindy working...more lube into my ass, followed by four fingers, twisting and turning, sliding in and out. The sensations made me forget entirely about my still stinging ass cheeks.Loraine walked over to the bed and held the dildo up to my face."Open wide, little cocksucker," she purred. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take the massive dildo. I started. ”“Come on, Doris,” Jim said, “least you could do is suck him off.”‘Never, no way,” she said. “Take me home.” She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes as Tommy stood before her with his cock arched up and aimed at her nose.“OK, OK,” Jim said, “he was the last one anyway.” He turned to Tommy. “I’m sorry, man. Everybody else’s gone home. Why don’ you stay and watch the game and I’ll be right back?”Tommy nodded and Jim and Doris quickly left. Down the basement steps came a curly headed blonde girl in a. The crate had two doors and four latches. Each latch had it's own lock and I had unlocked all of them.Inside was one of the most beautiful and desirable women I had ever seen. She was laid out in a frame that kept her from moving around much and had bindings to keep her from being jostled to much and getting hurt. She had on a gas mask that was attached to a cylinder that had also been fully secured in place. She had a black cuffs around her wrists and ankles and a collar with a ring in front. Regardless, I knew my friends and I would be back the next day, when we could ransack the place at leisure. What I did not count on was my travel mates’ reactions – or, for that matter, my own. “Mother of the Ice!” hissed Lydia, as we rode through the entrance. Our mounts, halting abruptly just inside, began exhibiting a collective desire to flee the horrific scene. I had not noted the carnage I left behind the night before; the three corpses were in almost identical positions: on their backs.