You gasp.“What are you going to do?” you ask almost in a whisper. There is no answer, and you find your arms held by two new figures, very large b...ld young men, with equally expressionless faces, the girls seemingly having vanished. The knife approaches your throat, and the point of the knife pushes ever so slightly into your skin.“Stand perfectly still,” says the voice. You feel as if you are in a dream, and know you have no choice.The knife moves from the throat to the top of your dress,. I force my cock deep down your throat so you can't breathe and I hold you there. You can't breathe at all until I finally let my cock out of your mouth so you can breathe. Tears are running down your face. Such a slut. I tell you I'm going to untie you, if you run I will punish you. Do you understand? "Yes sir" I untie you and first thing you try is to run to the door I grab you and throw you back on the bed. You stupid slut. I force you to bend over the bed, and I smack your ass hard. You. " She looked into my eyes for several seconds. The number of tears running down her face grew. "I thought you were mad at us so you stopped coming over. I started to get mad at you because of it, because you abandoned me. I should have done more; I should have gotten the key sooner to check on you."She dropped her face into my chest and unloaded streams of wetness into my hospital gown."I'm so sorry. They said you must have been there like that for days. I made you run after Corey. I hit her, I. The whole thing was gated and entry was limited to those over the age of eighteen. Even the convenience store clerks had to be eighteen. Did I forget to mention that the entire neighborhood was clothing optional? That, of course, did not influence our decision to rent the house. Well, at least not much. Except for Paul, most of us were pretty ordinary-looking. Paul was six-three, swimmer’s build, dark hair and never had to work out. Five-foot-nine Randy, blond and fit, worked out religiously..