Ryan had done a very good job on Trudy. He had stuffed a huge dildo in her ass. Ryan had tied a rope tightly around each of her boobs. Her boobs had s...ollen up and were turned into a different colour due to lack of blood. He had also clamped her nipples tightly and attached weights which were suspended freely. Her nipples were being pulled down and the pain was too much for her. Ryan had clipped some clothespin on Trudy’s pussy opening. There were 6 of them, 3 on each side. Ryan was standing in. Taking advantage of the next station stop, she reached down, undoing the knot and retying it more securely. As the train moved off she stumbled as she tried to grasp the hoop above her head and felt a reassuring hand on her hip, another guiding her fingers around the handle and closing over them.As she struggled to remove herself from the strangers grip, a hard body pressed tight against her back and hot breath flowed over her neck as he whispered in her ear."Careful there, you don't want to. Once they reached the car, they relaxed. He talked about his new job and she spoke of her catering business. Neither one was hungry, so he drove to his house. As they walked to the door, he stopped her. “If you don’t want to stay here, I’ll understand,” he said, holding his breath.“No, I want to stay here. That is why I am here,” she whispered.He opened the door and she walked in. Nervous again, she said, “nice house”.“Thanks,” he replied. Damn, he felt like he was in high school again!“I’ll. A fucking slut. You want me more than you ever have wanted Brad. You hate Brad. He's a pathetic cuckold that wants you to fuck me. He gets off on it. Don't you, Brad?”“Oh, damn, it would be so hot,” groaned Brad, “if you let your brother fuck you, Cali.”Such loathing shot through me. I threw a look over my shoulder at my boyfriend. He groped himself, looking so excited. “You want me to fuck my little brother, huh?” I asked, my pussy melting in my panties. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side.