The door opens more as Riley opens it with his nose and runs through. I see Amy's Mom standing there with her mouth open. I look quickly away and feel...Amy's hands on the back of my head pulling me into her lips. I respond by opening my mouth as our lips connect. I haven't stopped my finger motion as she cries out again and squirts on my wrist. Not as powerful this time but her moan into my mouth is. I am trying to glance at the door with my tongue in Amy's mouth. I see no one standing there so. Gripping the thin chains attached to both he pulled, reveling in her wails and pleas for respite, using them as an anchor for his powerful thrusts until the building force ripped the rings from her tortured buds. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she quivered through an orgasm, and the pace of his hammering increased. Just as their coupling reached a frenzied blur he yanked her head backward, twisting her neck to feed his spurting cock into her eager mouth, filling her throat with seed, watching. It was dank and dim, with brick walls and a soundproofed door. There was no screaming to be heard in case training got… a little rigorous. In which case it usually did. Floor to ceiling there were cabinets lining the wall on the west side of the room of all sorts, big and small, concealing various training utensils. Rope was piled in one corner of the room, and chains hung from the ceiling with manacles at the ends of each one. There were three wooden beds in the basement, placed in the room. I was scared, but I will never forget the sheer panic in her eyes.We huddled behind a pile of half burned furniture as more and more missiles were fired on the street and at the buildings. Julie clung to me, the fear of death on her face and in her eyes. I clung to her also and felt her body up against mine through our summer fatigue uniforms. I glanced over a table and saw two Iraqi men come into the building holding automatic rifles.Julie saw them too and let out a little whimper. I placed my.