The cuntjuice soaked strap had been thrust between her lips. The hinges of her jaw ached and she didn't even know if she could speak without pain assa...ling her. Every moment was sheer agony and, worse, so was the knowledge that she had been so helpless during the abuse.She hadn't been able to fight the man off. He was too strong for her. He had cornered her at her most vulnerable time. Coming out of a shower, wet and stark naked, wasn't the time she would have expected any sort of sexual. I mean, that just seems a little too cold and sterile to me. Where’s the romance? Jesus, they’re people, not lab rats!”Kenny’s voice was rising with his passions, and Sandy clamped her hand over his mouth. “Quiet! I think I hear something!”They scrunched down and waited. First, they saw a light swinging back and forth, then they saw the girls, one of whom was carrying an oil lantern. Each was carrying a rolled-up blanket, Ginger was toting a basket, and Darla carried the lantern that was. When I woke up I was so tired I could hardly open my eyes. Kimberly and Denise were there, along with mama and Aimee. Everyone was just sitting either in a chair or on the empty bed aside me.The first thing I heard when I opened my eyes was Aimee."You pee'd your pants," she said with tears in her eyes, "And you had blood coming out of your mouth." Hush Aimee," mama said, and then turned to me, "How you feeling honey?" Just tired," I said, "Really tired. And my tongue hurts. I feel really. He shook his head. "Good luck," he said. He left, closing the door behind him.The black guy was looking at me with a hard look. He was about 30, six foot two, at least 200 pounds and ripped. He was wearing a tanktop. He had a shave head and a goatee. His arms were bigger than my legs, and covered in tattoos. "You know how to suck cock?" He asked me. "And don' lie – I seen the lipstick an' high heels in your bag."I nodded. He stood there staring at me. "Stan' up," he ordered. "I wanna' check.