I went over the wall first and silently took the guard by surprise. A sharp blow to the back of his head and he went down. The crack was louder than i... should have been. I knew I had crushed his skull. I dragged him to the wall and tossed him over. Steve came over the wall and we went after guard number two.He was positioned on top of a lower inner wall and came to his check point where he should have met the first man we killed. When he wasn't greeted as planned he dropped off the wall to look. More waves of pleasure wracked my body as he stopped, and whispered, "Time for the cock big boy." His 11 inch cock was now fully hard as he quickly thrust it into me. I started moaning with more pain than pleasure. He only managed to get 5 inches in before I started to whine. Kevin was whining too because Randy's thrust shoved my completely into his ass. Apparently when that happened, Kevin accidentally bit down a little, and now Adam was joining in, but he sounded like he liked it. After. ” At least her tone had calmed down now. I began to tell Mistress all that had happened. With every line that I told her, she pumped the bulb two or three times and spanked me with the paddle the same number. My pussy was getting quite full and the cheeks of my arse were tender. I tried to speed up what I was saying, but Mistress interrupted me. “Slow down bitch! We’re enjoying this aren’t we?" I had no choice, “Yes Mistress.” I continued telling her. By the time I had finished telling her. As conceited as that may seem, you have a need to know this information in order to get my story. Like I said, I’m 18. When I was in high school, I was made fun of almost incessantly. They’d had various nicknames for me: Mantis because I was so thin (not my fault), Ginger because of my hair (not my fault either, except it’s more brown now), Pancake because of how flat I was (I was 12, pretty self-explanatory) and there were loads more that I can’t remember right now because it’s been so long.