The woman was still only half dressed as Frankie pulled her breasts out of her bra she started to slap them one after the other, “you turn Ian on yo... turn me on too, that’s the rules” she screamed at her.The woman looked up at Frankie with terrified eyes as Frankie still holding her hair pushed her to the floor, “you licked a pussy before slag” she asked her. “No, no and I don’t want to” the woman pleaded.“Tough we don’t always get what we want, you sucked my boyfriends cock now you can lick. When she sat down Z began to move erotically around in her chair as she was getting very excited. The young man in the next chair had his cock out and she reached over and touched it and he was very hard, already sheathed and aroused. With his cock in her hand and with him and I was fingering her pussy and caressing her breasts along with the guy standing in the back, Z had a very powerful orgasim, shaking for quite a long time. The caressing continued until I sent the boys back to. The sloppy gruel they’d been feeding her was barely enough, but that’s what they wanted her to be, weak and desperate. She didn’t want to eat the food – if you could call it that, she wanted to defy them, not be dependant on them, but, while she was proud, she wasn’t senseless. Time, Azalea thought. There was no concept of time down here. No ticking second hand, no dripping water, nothing. She used to be able to sense the changes in the air, identify what part of the day it was, without having. Dressing them in some pervert’s idea of pre-teen ‘sexy schoolgirl’, well, I don’t understand that at all. Sex with a fourteen year-old? No. Sex with a girl made to look like a pre-teen? Hell, no! But as I say, Anna was beautiful. She had that golden hair characteristic of some northern European people, and despite the baggy sweat-shirt I had no difficulty in visualising the form beneath. But next to me, on her knees as she preferred, was the one woman who epitomised femininity for me.Yelka.