“Bout time you woke up slut.” Joyce was sitting on the bed entirely naked rubbing her hairy pussy. “Don’t worry about your hubby and daughter;...they are our full-time slaves. Your daughter has been for over a week now, and your husband tried to pick a fight with Carl when he came over the, and Carl whipped his ass royally. When we were done with him, he begged to be our slave and joined Jenny. Now it’s your turn slut. We decided we would let Sam have your ass for his slave.”Julie was protesting. He used to land up a job almost immediately while we would wait for months.He was very outgoing, fun loving and had a boisterous laugh. He had the confidence that comes naturally to kids born in wealthy families and had attended the best schools of very high standard. His usual hang out place with friends was the Parsi restaurant in the adjacent lane. We saw him many times laughing, joking and having a rollicking time with his circle of friends. There was no doubt who was footing the bill. He. I waited until he was more or less himself. Then I said, "That bad ass gang shit won't save you here. We have you and we are not even a little afraid of your gang of homies. So listen up, because I can make you look like Sweet Sammy there anytime I want." I said it as I pointed to the picture, which could have been Sammy hanging dead in the same kind of chair.Sweet Sammy looked really rough in the picture. He had blood and vomit on his face and clothes. "So here is the deal, Sweet Sammy told me. I was excited about the plan and agreed. They didn’t even tell the dates. One Friday afternoon, I got a call my office number asking to come down. When I came down, there I saw these four guys standing with a car and asking me to get in. Before I could ask where they were going, they reminded me about the deal. I just got into the middle seat.After a short drive, we came to a highway and they asked me to remove my clothes. I got tensed. Seeing this, they started teasing me. So I removed my.