.. Kathy." I'm not Kathy! I'm Ray... please Angel, don't do this!" I pleaded as I struggled to get away."I'm not Angel... my love, I'm Mike... and wil... be for the next 12 hours. It's time you learn how I want to be loved... and this is the best way I can think of! So, be a good little girl and relax!" His strong hands lowered themselves down toward my stomach.I realized when he made the comment about being a good little girl, why that little girl at the garage sale was crying... she WAS. They never sat down the whole time, never spoke either to each other or me, and their posture resonated of latent menace. Cesar could have dozed right off and I'd still have been stuck.Our order of proceeding was described clearly by Cesar. He would accompany me, one hand (with the gun) in his pocket and the other firmly attached to my elbow, while Ratty and Hairy would bring up the rear close behind. I was warned that any effort by me to disengage, or to signal to others, or to do just about. He sat her up a little high and had her straddle his thick cock head pointed right into her tiny hole. Right away Lillian started to to push and thrust against it. It hurt him so held held his cock steady for her. He held by her skinny litttle waist and help her try to get on his cock. His cock head got really slick with her juice and started to intrude and all of a sudden popped in. She let out a scream and turned to stone, tears rolled down her face. John comforted her and held very still. A screwed up wad of cloth and some strips of tape were the remains of a gag that I guessed had been changed before they took her away. A spent hypodermic lay in the rubbish from the upended waste basket. A heap of tissues soaked in blood suggested that someone hadn't had it too easy. I liked to think it was whoever had snatched her. The core of a roll of duck tape under the chair suggested that in spite of that they'd got their own way. Her handbag had been upended on the bed, its contents.