This place looked like an old auto shop or something. Lots of old tools hanging on the walls and concrete walls and floors. Something was not right. I...tried to get up, when I realized that not only was I somewhere unfamiliar and scary, I was naked and from the feeling of it, I had been raped while passed out. In fact the cum that was dripping out of my pussy was a pretty good sign that this night of party had turned down a wrong way. Now I just had to get out. Fast!That however proved to be a. Especially for my best friend.Then, walking over to Michelle's, I passed by the man's house that could be the one. He moved into the neighborhood a year or so ago, just retired from the Air Force. Pretty nice looking, nice bod, took care of himself, it looked like, but there was more.Whenever he talked with my mom or dad, he always seemed really nice, caring, gentle but strong, just the person I was looking for. He was divorced, I knew that, so I wouldn't risk breaking up a marriage, something. The gimp males were next as again it was simple, they were locked into sectioned rooms in the gimp house with a length of chain attached to collars around their necks to restrict movement to there areas only. The entire house was double sided there was an entertainment side in which slaves would go through and a viewing side for people to watch the entertainment.The pony girls next, they were guided over to the pony carts and attached ready to carry their passengers. The Male stud was placed. She moaned with excitement, as he moved slowly while holding her up with his strong arms, taking turns kissing her neck and her lips as he slid his cock deep inside her. He took his cock out and put her down, then guided her over to the sink and bent her over the counter. Tristan rubbed her ass checks and said, “God your ass is perfect, so soft and round.” He then slid his cock back into her pussy, moving faster. She could feel his balls hitting her clit and it felt so good to her. He kept.