My thirst was only matched by my exhaustion.The strength that I relied on was failing me. I kept re-awaking as I wasoccasionally drenched by the two m...n, and I kept passing out. As the daydrew on the periods of consciousness extended and I would drink puddlesof muddy water that had collected around me. I was naked, clasped oneach wrist with chains extending several feet to a boulder. I wiped myeyes to see that I was in the middle of the castle courtyard. In eitherdirection, a dozen yards of. Let them have some fun. My freshman year I did some of the same things. Now that I am a senior I go to bars to drink like a grown-up. Anyway, on this particular night, I decided to actually investigate The Underground Railroad. It was a slow night and I had nothing waiting for me except Netflix and my softest blanket. After pulling the door open to the stairwell, I let it slam behind me. I heard faint voices. “Mmmm, you taste so good…” a male voice echoed through the stairs. I stopped dead in. John walked up behind her and ran his hand along her pussy one more time - then started tying something to her leg. It was big and heavy - and pressing against her clit. He had fastened a Magic Wand vibrator to her leg & turned it on. BUZZZZZZZZZZ. Holy hell - that thing was loud! Before long, she was coming again. And again. And again. She suddenly remembered telling him about her fascination with the thought of forced orgasms during that same "anal hook" conversation. Another fantasy. The men saved them up and donated them to the local Boy Scout Troop. My job was to separate the papers from the magazines, and then tie them up into manageable bundles. He handed me a big ball of twine and scissors, and then he left and went back inside. It was easy work, and all I thought about was earning enough money for my bicycle. As I began sorting and tying, I happened upon a dirty magazine that shocked me: It was a magazine about men, and even though the cover was missing, it was.