After I was locked in the room again, where for the next few days I was used and tortured over and over. Everything from just waking up being dragged ...y my hair or getting belted in the mouth, even being pulled right off the toilet and ****d. Even if I didn’t try to fight, even I just tried to go willingly. But there I was locked in a room and every hour or so, guy after guy, or sometimes in groups of two, three or four came in. Almost every time they were intent in r****g me. Some abused my. Your hands wandering all over your outfit getting you hotter and hotter, You squeezing your nipples and rubbing the red latex and leather skirt. Your back arching as you build and build. I would chew and suck your clit making you wetter and wetter. All the time you continue to rub your new leather skirt. You are ready so I suck your clit in my mouth and rub it hard with my tongue until you orgasm so hard your back arches and you let out an amazing groan that lasts for ages. You sit up pushing. Fortunately, she had a close friend that worked in the emergency room at Saint Vincent’s that took care of the entire thing. She was eternally grateful but was severely distressed over the fact that the young man was laughing the entire time. It was lesson she learned the hard way and after that she decided to chance random coitus with strange visitors in little encounters that were fraught with danger and excitement at being caught in the act by one of the other sisters certain to accuse her. Without any further words, Sarah suddenly grabbed the back of my head and thrust it into her crotch. Even through her clothes I could smell her intoxicating scent. It intermingled with her sweat and pheromones, and it was nearly too much for me to handle. My cock began to stiffen, but the cage fought back, leaving me in a great deal of pain and pleasure as she held me against her."Of course, good behavior will be rewarded," Sarah said, playfully. "You want that, don't you?" Yes!" I did my best.