Worse humiliation was to come when the procession of captives was ordered to stand still after they'd endured nearly half a day of their stumbling, ag...nising march. The familiar and normally so friendly forest now had a sinister aspect. Although respite from walking was welcome, the black warriors decided that their prisoners shouldn't rest. Instead the brutal captors sated their lust on each other and the weary traumatised Forest People in a brutal orgy that renewed the trickle of blood down. I began to squirm as I struggled for breath, Blake just squeezed my hair tighter and kept pushing against my mouth, his balls pressing into my chin. When he eventually let go I pushed off of his legs and fell backwards against the toilet bowl. My face was wet from tears and spit as I looked up at him I knew he wasnt finished with me. He grabbed my throat and pulled me to my feet. “Dont fight back” he said as he began to squeeze my windpipe. I had given up all hope of fighting back, so nodded,. But only about six blocks later I saw an agency just ahead, and asked him to pull in there. After assuring myself that they had cars on hand I went back out to tell Fred I'd be OK."You are sure of this, Larry?" he asked. "Sure that you will not change your mind and stay with me?"I knew I was disappointing him by saying yes, I was sure, but I also figured the disappointment would be short-lived. It's one thing to offer on the spur of the moment to harbor somebody who's being chased by bad guys,. In the bathroom, while the sink water warmed up, Kristal stood in front of Roger and gave him a deep probing kiss while her hands worked expertly to undo his belt undo his belt and unbutton/unzip his jeans. With that done, still locked in a kiss, she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his underwear to get a feel for what the young man was packing. I heard a low, quiet moan of satisfaction from each them: Roger in appreciation of her touch, and Kristal in appreciation of the package she’d.