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Slowly her body adjusted to the fat phallus lodged inside of her.
    When Robert came in about 20 minutes later, Jane's breathing had slowed and she was not exactly resting comfortably, but at least she wasn't in panic mode. Robert was wearing a jock strap and nothing else. His burly, heavily muscled frame came into view in front of Jane, as thickly muscled thighs matted with dark hair came into her line of vision.
    "Bren's got you all ready for me, eh? Well, I hope she didn't open you up too much! I like 'em tight! Nice tight little virgin assholes for me to fuck. That's what I like. Right, Bren?" Jane realized then that Brenda was in the room. Somehow that made it much worse. She knew she was going to be anally raped again, but having Brenda there as a witness made it that much more shameful and harder to bear for poor Jane.
    "Don't worry, Robbie. One little butt plug for half an hour isn't going to ruin your little virgin asshole here. Let's pull it out and see." She withdrew the plug, eliciting a grunt from Jane. How she longed to close her legs. She could only imagine the picture she must present now, bound with her ass raised in the air, asshole still stretched from the offending plug. Flames of heat moved through her chest and face. But they weren't looking at her face.

    "Suck me, baby," Robert said to his wife, who knelt in front of him, eagerly pulling his cock from its jock strap. Brenda was dressed only in yellow silk panties and a matching bra. She wore several bejeweled bracelets that clanked as she moved her hands slowly up and down Robert's shaft, and gently cupped his heavy, hairy balls. Long golden earrings glittered through her auburn hair. She took his penis expertly back deep into her throat. "Oh, yeah," Robert moaned, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes. "No one can do that like you can, baby." Brenda smiled behind the big erection stuffed in her mouth. She was smugly certain that he was right; no one could give head like she could. No matter how many 'lessons' the bastard gave to these slave girls. Now she put all of her subtle skill into arousing him to his hardest possible. Even though it sometimes made her a teeny bit jealous, Brenda did like to watch the show when he fucked these virgin girls.
    "You're ready, baby," she murmured, "Oh boy, are you ready." She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. Let's see what you can do now to this little whore. Don't be too gentle, either. She can take it." Robert eagerly positioned himself behind the hapless girl, his penis bobbing at her still gaping asshole. He pressed it slowly at first, just lodging the thick head into her. Then he thrust himself into her in one hard motion. Jane's muscles contracted against his penis, and any thoughts of relaxation were obliterated as panic rose like a gorge inside of her. The ironic result of her body's resistance was extra pleasure for Robert as her muscles clenched and milked his rock hard cock.
    Brenda moved in front of Jane. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the poor woman and smoothed her tangled blonde hair from her brow. Jane was sweating and her eyes were clenched shut. Her mouth was open in a little 'o' of pain. Brenda felt a lovely pull in her loins. There was nothing as erotic to her as watching her charges suffer at her and her husband's hands. She loved to see them, naked, bound, contorting and writhing in helpless pain and terror. She slipped a hand into her silk panties and felt her own sweet wetness. She should make this bitch lick her while she was being butt fucked.

    But that would be too much work right now. Jane was such a frigid little bitch and she'd have to forcibly direct her every move. No, for right now she'd do herself. Just sit back and watch the fun.
    Robert was in a rhythm now, thrusting hard and then pulling back slowly. He would pause a moment or two and then thrust , hard, into Jane's tortured asshole. His head was back, the veins distended in his thick