She had pulled up her dress andlowered her panties. There, nestled in the v of her legs was herrestrained cock. She was in a cock cage! She pointed be...ween her legs andI obeyed. Kneeling I looked up at her as she removed a chain from aroundher neck. On it was the key to her restraint which she handed to me. Imoved between her legs and took hold of her cock, eliciting a gasp. Pre-cum had pooled at the opening of the cage. I lent in and ran my tongueover the bottom of the cage licking up the tiny. He held her like that, his fingers tight but not squeezing her, tangled in her hair, holding her firmly but not directing her any which way.Molly gasped passionately when his hands unexpectedly grasped her there; her whole body rose and sunk with the sudden breath. Though she would not admit it to herself, the excitement came from anticipating what John was moving into position to do; to take her by force. Molly didn’t get off on rape, but if John pulled her face to him and pushed his cock. She squirmed and groaned while I gasped for fleeting breaths as her ass moved up and down on my face. She puked again into the pail. Then a moment later, leaned back, and flooded my mouth with more diarrhea.Her diarrhea was getting more and more liquid, less and less solid, though just as foul, if not more so, than normal shit.It's a good thing I had been at this for a few weeks by then. I had got over my queasiness of eating shit, and I had got pretty good at swallowing quickly while. In America, the only analogy I could equate to this kind of terror was an armed mugging, a carjacking or even a crazed student gunman terrorizing students in school.Whenever we read of such events in the paper, on the Internet or saw them on CNN, we'd just shake our heads in sympathy and feel some sort of removed empathy that such things shouldn't happen in the world.My young life so far, has been good and I've never known violence of that magnitude (even the psychological kind). I almost.