Christy says to her "Hey sweety, why don't you join me?". I got a say in this, and, thought it was fine, Ashley says " Alright, but we're not gonna be...soft on you." Ashley was a petite girl with red hair, like dyed red, which I think is hot, she has tattoos down her arms (sleeves) about the book "a****l Farm". I was left there waiting for them, they came back out wearing latex suits, Christy was wearing very coarse fish nets, and high heels, with a cockring on. Ashley was wearing red latex. I don't think he had showered in several days, but the manly scent only made the nasty scene more erotic. He grabbed my head and forced his cock against the back of my throat. Unable to accommodate his tool, I immediately gagged and tried to push him away but he held me firmly."Don't fight it bitch," he barked. "And put those hands behind your back unless you want me cut them off."Mercifully, he pulled his rod from my aching jaw. He picked up my silk Hermes tie and proceeded to knot it around. We talked about the area and how I was settling in and so on. Polite small talk.“One hears that you’ve made a few little friends amongst the villagers already,” said Lady P at one point. My first thought was the brief visit I had paid to the small local shop on the previous day and the somewhat over-friendly and inquisitive banter from the lady behind the till. Lady P delivered this line with a completely straight face but Marston, who had just set the plates of the third course, seemed to make. Just that he could stay on his feet and absorb the impact of the arrow told Clipper a lot about him. Shit. He was a monster. Clipper put another arrow into his gut. He still just stood there. That’s enough of this shit, thought Clipper and put a third into the man’s right eye. The man dropped like his legs had been removed at that, the pained and puzzled look no longer on his face. Clipper approached, straining to listen for any sign of additional pursuit. Nothing.The man was definitely dead..