Someone slapped me repeatedly on the head. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth roun... sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out of the car. I sprawled on wet gravel, my hand grasping for the Taser in my pocket. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were unbuckling their jeans with desperate hungry haste.I brandished the Taser at them. Two of them already had their cocks out and were jerking at. It was going to use Toxic. Uh uh uh… I scolded, deftly withdrawing a syringe from my pocket and shoving it into a vein in its arm. Kreeee! It howled, and the glow that it once emanated died down immediately as I injected it with the clear fluid. Now that Umbreons powers had been nullified, I was free to do what I wished. It stared at me spitefully, and I set the ballgag down on the edge of the wooden bed and, removing one of my gloves, carressed its cheek with my hand. It jerked its head to. Standing before me, she began tracing her inner thighs until her finger was at the protruding lips, then slowly allowed her legs to spread apart as she worked between the swollen labia. Even in the dim light, I could see her finger glistening from her flowing love juices. My own jiuces were flowing like hot lava, when Johnny asked "if we were comfortable"? "Oh yea were cool back her" she replied as I was starring into her spread pink inner pussy only inches from my face. I wathched her. But the glances the pair kept sneaking to each other; their slightly disheveled uniforms; the state of their make-up, especially Paris' who generally was immaculate all spoke to her. Then she saw it.It was very small, something that someone who didn't know them and hadn't already seen them that morning might not have noticed. But Rory's blouse, which had been in perfect order when she passed the brunette on the way to the last class before the incident, wasn't buttoned properly. One button was.