I do so honestly, and excitedly. "This might be a nice way to introduce your slave to your friends," she comments."Let's take this opportunity to lubr...cate his little hole. We may want to use it later," she explains, as she works copious amounts of Vaseline into my eager, defenceless and shameless anus. I can feel her fingers right up to her knuckles, as she spreads the lubricant, and the diameter of my hole, without restraint. "It seems a pity not to fuck him now, dosn't it?" she asks the. A sword, about three feet long. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go by, and though I instinctively manage to block everything that comes at me, I am weakened with every man I kill.As the battle winds down,. Directly in front of me was a young man of about eighteen. He had struck up a conversationwith a very pretty girl in a seat to his right and was loooking down at her talking excitedly when the bus suddenly jerked to a stop, knocking him into me.I was immedialetely concious of the large bulge in his tight jeans as it pressed against my lower stomach. The bus started up again, but instead of returning to his original position,the youth continued to lean into me. The feel of his if his cock. For the girls it would be the other way around, how sore would they get. Oh yeah. No lube is provided.The men had come in. Unlike before, there was no bidding. The girls got to pick who goes first if multiple men were waiting. Each girl had multiple men around them as no men wanted to wait in line long. Ashley’s line was the longest for sure. Heather and Tammy’s line were the shortest. All girls had a guy pounding them now, but not all in the same position. Tammy was sitting on her knees and.