Swerving left and right, she Her long brown hair swung behind her, running in the air to catch up with the rest of her body. With her long, lean legs ...nd perfect hourglass figure, complete with a C-cup chest, people always told her, ‘You could be a model!’ Yeah, right. If she could be a model, then why was she stuck here, boyfriendless, in a miniscule town far away from any opportunity? She forced the boyfriend thought out of her head. Forget it. Move on. She stopped suddenly. Stuck in though,. Even though Paolo's massive cock was in my mouth, my scream of agony was still audible. 'Not long to go, little whore' said Paolo menacingly, slamming his cock hard and fast in my mouth. The restaurant owner had already built up a good tempo of fucking my ass. 'Business as usual Paolo' he said, chuckling heartily as both men fucked me from both ends. My tiny, pathetic cock and empty balls hung limply between my legs, swinging uselessly with each thrust. Soon, I felt a warm explosion of liquid. I waited patiently before the black cross, whenI had finished laying the things out, waiting for instruction. Waiting forthe punishment to begin. Now when I say punishment, one must understandthat it was for no other reason than this contest and my wish to show my willingnessto submit to them. Whatever they desired. This was for no infraction of anyrules, nor their pleasure, or my education. It just was. That part of me needsit, loves it, craves it, is merely part of the head game we. She wished she could escape it all. She wanted to get away. She needed to get away... Just for a little while. She suddenly remembered the cabin her aunt owned. It was a good 8 hour drive away, but well worth it. It was the perfect place to escape. It was out in the woods, on the side of the lake. The closest neighbors were 5 miles down the road. It was the perfection definition of isolation. The perfect place to get some piece and quiet. There was a speed boat, a pontoon boat, a paddle boat,.