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Male voices were coming closer and she could easily imagine how she would appear to them, just a woman’s lower half bent over a rough and flaking worktop, the head and arms lost from sight, and it was this capricious thought that determined her to remain trapped at the waist and find out how they would behave. “You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” Pavel asked. “Do you want me Hardcore to”? “Use only a little finger - the left” he ordered and watched as she slid the digit slickly between her wet and welted cunt-lips to circle slowly around her erect clit. It used to amuse him to make tattoo Eva excite herself this way, but he wasn’t thinking of her as Ingrid continued the story. There were perhaps reality a dozen voices – she was never sure how many – and they were speaking a language she did not even recognise. She heard an exclamation of surprise, followed by coarse laughter, and then the sound of their heavy boots closing in around her. They fell silent, save for mutterings and suppressed chuckles, as one man addressed her in a bantering tone of voice. She had no idea what he said but, guessing at his intent, she wiggled her hips invitingly. There were calls and whistles from the men and more laughter. Then a powerful slap landed on her left buttock, slamming her hips into the woodwork and sounding unnaturally loud in her private darkness. She let out a startled gasp, then began to roll her hips like a dancer; it was the only way she could let them know how much this treatment excited her. More talking, and then another slap, and another, mixed with the sound of footsteps and a rhythmic chanting which she guessed was their counting out the blows in their mysterious language. She kept her position while they took turns at spanking her or, at least, she managed to arch her back and present her arse for fresh punishment after each swat. There was a ragged cheer after the final, and especially forceful, smack. The men fell silent. She could hear only their breathing, some shuffling and rustling, and then there was an arm snaking around her waist to the front of her jeans. Raising her hips from the counter to give him easier access she felt his fingers fumbling at the stud and zip and then both hands tugging the tight denim over the flare of her hips and down to her ankles. Her cotton amateur briefs he simply grabbed in one brawny fist before tearing them away to the mocking cheers of his comrades. Rough fingers rummaged in the cleft of her arse and under her crotch to jab abruptly into her cunt. There was more laughter and chatter and then more fingers roaming over her exposed cheeks and thighs and poking inside her. With a shiver of abasement, she realised that the first man must have invited the others to feel how wet she was. Then brutal fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, there was an urgent probing and stabbing between her thighs, and the first fucking began. He finished very quickly – to an ironic round of applause from the others – and she had just begun to feel his abundant ejaculation dribbling down her inner thighs when more hands seized her, and another cock rammed up her. In the musty gloom of the stall’s interior she tried to imagine what they looked like, how they were dressed, whether they were old or young, clean or dirty. She found that she could not keep quiet any longer and abandoned herself to her own depravity, moaning and crying out while they laughed and jeered behind her. “Was this the mystery behind your poem, Sehnsucht in der Dunkelheit ?” asked Pavel suddenly. “Ja, yes” her voice had become husky and her eyes were closed as her finger frigged gently. One after another the anonymous strangers fucked her, encouraging each other with shouts and clapping that mixed with the creaking and rattling of the timber. She lost count in her debauched delirium, perversely proud of the streams of spunk mixed with her own juices that soaked her crotch and legs, until she heard an angry voice and a stiff cock slithered and slid between her slippery thighs. Awkwardly, she shrugged her casting shoulders and twisted her arms, pushing her hands back through the narrow window to reach behind herself. Make him scream.” If human women are too frail to keep out of slave chains it’s their outlook. Turning red and sore. “Don’t get creepy with me.” I replied a little uncomfortably, glancing around at the people I shared the hallway with. Fuck my pussy. “Sweetie?” she said. “No daddy, sorry isn’t enough, your a sick and pathetic old man. I know you like to jerk off to young girls like me. So.... that’s exactly what you’re going to do right tattoo now.” Emily stood up Hardcore and turned away from me. She slowly pulled her leggings down and she did have panties on. She groans, once I begin my journey up her shin. It thundered around. Jo explodes over my amateur cock in a choking cough, spraying air and saliva and cum back onto my crotch. The second was from the medical examiner. They just fucked. As she dried off she noticed her cuffs next to her collar. Sarah may have been his roommate, but Korey had fallen in love with her as soon as they had met for the first time. When we’d caught our breath she straightened up and asked “why did you help me? Why didn’t you leave me too?” and I said “my mum told me to be nice to girls” which was the simpleton kind of thing I had in my head at that age. Oh well, he was almost done brainwashing the spirits from the mass grave, so things would get much quieter pretty soon. Her casting hips wiggled, undulating and grinding on me. He wanted to save that for his sister. "What do you mean by that?" Oh the pain; it was horrible. Hehe, I'm a daddy. "Fancy a flutter, reality boys?" She told him after work today so I am preparing my head. She got up to go and thanked me for the coffee.