Chapter 1 My story begins a couple of months into sixth form while on my walk home. I took a rather scenic route along the coast beside a quiet road ...ith the beach on the right and a small forest on the left. This day however didn’t do the location justice, it was a typical English day, grey and drizzly, the horizon obscured by fog and the roads covered in water. I live in a fairly remote area but despite this a pair of girls shared most of my journey. I had seen them around school and was. Could she herself, she wondered, be made to abuse herself so? It certainly did not seem possible. Yet, from all she had heard of the Julia of former days, she was as proud, arrogant and as stubborn as they make them. Yes.. it was quite remarkable.“Alright, kneel up again, Julia,” said Quentin.Julia resumed her former posture, her face still impassive. She had gained a considerable amount more control since I was last here, thought Quentin. Now she is more like Melissa. Not only tougher. Neither of them had to even hold the tits together as they formed a perfect nest for his huge cock all by themselves. Bo was still unsure of the trust between him and M and was not willing to put his engorged purple cock head in her mouth for fear that she might hurt him. He had nightmares of one of his first forays into serial rape and how the 12 year old bitch bite down on his cock and nearly severed it. She paid dearly for it because she never saw another birthday. Jake and Betsy entered the. 'have you ever been ringed'? I shook my head, this time I meant it, 'You never had your asshole licked'?I found it hard to answer, my face turned crimson, and my pussy wept, it was what I wanted to hear him say, my fingers tightened around the blue coloured plug, 'This is like having my bum licked', he shook his head, 'No dear, but the idea feels just as good', he replied.I put the plug back down and picked up a huge dong, a life like cock of immense proportions. He watched me closely before.