Ember Stone in Cum Thirsty and Dick Hungry

The guards must be lacking entertainment today, for despite it being entirely unnecessary they choose an additional method of subduing me. They have with them a steel pole, six feet in length. From one end of it hands a loop of leather which reminds me of a noose. Gripping the far petite end of the pole firmly in his muscular hands, the guard drops this noose end over my head. When he operates it I adorable discover the pole is hollow and the leather threads adjustably through it, for the band is suddenly pulled tight about my throat, pinning my neck against the end of the metal rod. “Come,” I am ordered. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they can control my movements easily. My neck is high enough above my body’s center of gravity that I have to walk wherever they lead me or risk overbalancing. I can’t use my hands to break a tumble while they’re shackled behind me, so a fall would be painful. So steering me by means of the metal pole I am driven along the corridor, like I’m a doggystyle dangerous dog that has to be kept at bay rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings. The leather is pinched tight enough to restrict my windpipe, and I have to gasp as I’m herded through the maze of passages that make up the fort. Through the high windows I teens see open blue sky. It’s oppressively hot, inside and out. Days of idly anticipating being processed haven’t made this moment easier, and my heart is racing. My mind fills with the vision of what awaits me. I can’t decide now if I dread the mark or the implant more. Yes the brand is a signal to the world I can never rub away, but the implant will change my very soul. The guards propel me in front of them, using the noose that chokes my breath. I quickly learn why they are taking pains to drive me so degradingly, for the two men freely discuss it. They want to watch my body while I walk. As I stumble along in misery, I must listen to them converse easily with each other. “This girl has a nice ass,” one of them comments. “Look at the way she moves.” Actually I had been trying to keep upright and not trying to walk in a provocative manner at all, but the natural gait that a female figure such as mine provides means I’m cursed to do so anyway. “I’m looking forward to seeing this one taken,” one says to the other. “I bet she’s going to be a fighter. I love it when the ones who resist lose.” My face burns with emotion, anger, humiliation, but rising to this hazing will only earn me trouble, so I make no response and remain silent at this news, staring ahead down the corridor. No doubt the guards are not alone in their anticipation of Big Boobs my failure, and if I were to seek revenge on every man looking forward to see me demeaned and tortured, I’d have to punish almost half the galaxy. “She might not lose. What happens if she’s the winner?” the other one asks. I sense the first one shake his head. “The bounty hunter will win,” he says. Isn't Mom home?” Troy was involved, too. She nodded, teens adorable looking up at him as she forced herself to take him into his mouth and down her throat. Don’t doggystyle say that. Why didn't they feel this shame? I reached up and grabbed the edge of the pool table and pulled myself up. She gasped as she squirmed around atop me, grinding her pussy on me. My tongue slid higher and crossed over her hymen. “Do it or I call dad.” Chris demanded. “Mr. Mayor!” she groaned as I thrust into her pussy. My futa-cock sprang to full hardness, twitching up and smacking her bare belly. She knew she was usually naked or dressing at the Big Boobs window each day and evening. “Like ’em?” she asked me. In a word, they were amazing. Clark joined him with “Me too,” he cautioned me, “don't cheat, I know what the scores are.” She asked, her voice tight, “What about him?” With that, all but Ryan turned and walked away. yeah he is over there with the Asian in the corner so no big deal she grabs my hand and takes me to the dance petite floor she starts grinding on me so i put my hands on her hips as we sway to the music. Besides, I was really only upset as the cock didn’t have something more comfy to bounce off of. Sometimes I am a slut. I just need this. They both sit on either side of me at the table. She has luscious full pussy lips and a large clit that begs for him to suck it.