” He said, fiddling with his thumbs. I felt something flip inside me. His bruise was obviously from his boyfriend, a threat to keep him near. No, he...wasn’t leaving. Some damn psychopath was abusing him, and I wouldn’t allow him to run back to that fucker. I strode into my closet, grabbing a pair of sweats and a shirt. I put them on, and handed that other pair to a pale looking Jace.“Hey, look at me.” I said, standing over him. He shrunk away from me, and I took a lighter tone.“Uhm I’m sorry if. Your cock standing so hard I have to taste it. I lean forward & take all of you into my mouth. I feel the vibrations of your moan on my clit. You fill my mouth as I work it up & down your shaft. You taste so good. I move my lower body to one side & my head to the opposite side. The rhythm we have is driving me wild. I slide myself from your face & down onto that hard thick cock. Mmm it feels so nice sliding it & out. All the while Amelia has been watching. Just as I had been earlier Amelia was. Where there had been a narrow stream in a deep trench was now a roaring river. It was not that wide, probably even less than thirty feet, but the black water was moving rapidly, now. It disappeared with roaring sound into a hole of total darkness in the side of gallery. I rationalized that it must be raining cats and dogs up there on the surface. I would not be jumping over this without getting my shoes and clothes wet. For some reason, I didn't even consider turning back. The little guys. The ginger bitch's expression beamed with immense and increasing pleasure as she worked the doomed male's cock toward his final milking. His face, which was gagged but otherwise unmasked, grimaced in a blend of ecstasy, pain, and terror; the guard who stood behind him on the pole on her own little platform, smiled wickedly with equal satisfaction as she slowly rotated a handle behind his neck; a humiliating castration was the least of his worries, he was to be garrotted.The male would hear two.