Isi closed her eyes trying to think of nicer things in life but this was just too much, being taken and used by these two men, men who had even paid h...r captors for the privilege of using her.Isi felt her head being lifted by her hair, just a bit more pain to endure, she opened her eyes and saw John’s cock just inches from her mouth, “just suck it you fucking cum slut,” he ordered her, “and you better make it a fucking good one.” With that he pushed his purple swollen knob to her lips, she knew. Do you understand?"“Yes,” he mother mumbled in her sleep.“Get up and removed your clothes.”Julie was in a kind of dream state floating around not fully aware of anything as she stood up. She had a strong desire to be free and felt her clothes were too heavy on her. As she removed her blouse it felt good. As she removed her bra her breasts were free and she felt her nipples harden into brown buds. Soon all her clothes lay in a pile on the floor. She now stood completely naked before her. Fumbling, they reached in, and pulled out their half hard cocks, and began to stroke them. Dianne ran her tongue slowly over her lips as she gazed at the man on the right’s big cock. It was just as she suspected, it was fat, long and luscious. She was amazed at the size of his cock as he pushed his fist up and down his cock shaft making it even bigger. Her nipples tingled and with excitement as she watched the two handsome young men jerking their cocks for her. Her eyes were riveted on the man. It didn’t take long before it became evident that Obie was unhappy. Shocked and enraged were probably more accurate emotions. Jumping to his feet and upsetting his drink, he exclaimed, “That Son of a Bitch.” Looking wildly around the saloon, He targeted Bart. “YOU, Bartender. Where is that son of a bitch, Anderson?”Bart, in the middle of tossing a deadbeat drunk out the door, wasn’t impressed with Obie’s anger. “Hell if I know Obie. It ain’t my job to keep track of him.”The drunk was fairly new.