spread those thighs and get fucked by every man sitting here. And you're gonna beg, you're gonna beg for it. 'Cause you want it, don't you? You really want it."
As he spoke, I could see Susan's knees begin to get weak. She stood uncertainly against the wall and then began to totter out toward the center, dazed. A silent scream formed in my mind. The men began to crawl toward her. She was transfixed, torn between wanting to escape and hypnotized by what was about to happen. Finally they were at her feet, and eight pairs of hands began moving up her legs, under her skirt, touching, pulling, pinching. She swayed back and forth and shuddered as though a sudden chill had entered the room. Her legs were being pulled apart, and the tight skirt formed ridges across the crotch and outlined the curves of her ass even more. Then, slowly, deliberately, she parted her legs. There was a long, long moment of tension, and then one hand went all the way up and closed hard on her cunt. She uttered a single cry, "Oh God, yes!" and then sank down into the middle of them.
They pulled her flat to the ground and then went about their business quite deliberately. They laid her out spread-eagle and began removing her clothing. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, as though she were saying no, but at the same time her mouth opened and her tongue began working slowly. First her shoes came off, and then one reached under her skirt to remove her stockings. One man unbuttoned her blouse and the bra peeked out from the opening. Then two of them grabbed her skirt and slowly yanked it off her legs.
She lay there with just panties and bra, and seemed so small and helpless among the men that my heart broke. But with my pain ran a current of excitement that I could not suppress or hide. And it was not so much that I wanted to be one of the men down there, although that was true, but that I wanted to be Susan, lying vulnerable and ready to be plundered by anyone who came by. Then they closed in on her and just began to maul her, rubbing their hands all over her body, sitting on her, putting their cocks and asses on her, rubbing themselves into her.
They reached a point of near-frenzy when I thought they might begin tearing at her, but they stopped, and, again quite deliberately, began removing the rest of her clothing. The bra was unhooked and her soft white breasts tumbled out and quivered. I let out a low moan. Then two of the men grabbed her panties and dragged them down her thighs with excruciating slowness. I looked at her face and saw that it was frozen into a mask of expectant repugnance.
Then one of the men leaned down and began whispering in her ear. It was impossible to hear what he was saying but the effect on Susan was devastating. She began whimpering and crying. She whipped her head from side to side and kept moaning, "No, no, no, no." But another of the men came forward and slapped her hard across the face. She opened her eyes in shock and then slowly sat up. She took her wig off and her beautiful hair cascaded down her shoulders. Then she wiped her face with her skirt and took most of the makeup off. I saw the transformation take place.
Tocco leaned over and whispered sotto voce , "You see, if she stayed completely in role, she could hide behind that. Now she has to face the fact that she, Susan, as she is, wants very much to have this happen to her, without any theatrical coverup."
I looked at her, and for a moment our eyes met. I can't describe what took place, but I had to look away. She was as beautiful and tender as she had been that afternoon. And then she lay back almost luxuriously, * closed her eyes, reached down, and spread her tender cunt apart with her fingers.
At once they were all upon her, putting their fingers and hands into her cunt, reaching and digging between her legs, going into her asshole, spreading her legs wider and wider. The men went back to saying things in her ear
As he spoke, I could see Susan's knees begin to get weak. She stood uncertainly against the wall and then began to totter out toward the center, dazed. A silent scream formed in my mind. The men began to crawl toward her. She was transfixed, torn between wanting to escape and hypnotized by what was about to happen. Finally they were at her feet, and eight pairs of hands began moving up her legs, under her skirt, touching, pulling, pinching. She swayed back and forth and shuddered as though a sudden chill had entered the room. Her legs were being pulled apart, and the tight skirt formed ridges across the crotch and outlined the curves of her ass even more. Then, slowly, deliberately, she parted her legs. There was a long, long moment of tension, and then one hand went all the way up and closed hard on her cunt. She uttered a single cry, "Oh God, yes!" and then sank down into the middle of them.
They pulled her flat to the ground and then went about their business quite deliberately. They laid her out spread-eagle and began removing her clothing. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, as though she were saying no, but at the same time her mouth opened and her tongue began working slowly. First her shoes came off, and then one reached under her skirt to remove her stockings. One man unbuttoned her blouse and the bra peeked out from the opening. Then two of them grabbed her skirt and slowly yanked it off her legs.
She lay there with just panties and bra, and seemed so small and helpless among the men that my heart broke. But with my pain ran a current of excitement that I could not suppress or hide. And it was not so much that I wanted to be one of the men down there, although that was true, but that I wanted to be Susan, lying vulnerable and ready to be plundered by anyone who came by. Then they closed in on her and just began to maul her, rubbing their hands all over her body, sitting on her, putting their cocks and asses on her, rubbing themselves into her.
They reached a point of near-frenzy when I thought they might begin tearing at her, but they stopped, and, again quite deliberately, began removing the rest of her clothing. The bra was unhooked and her soft white breasts tumbled out and quivered. I let out a low moan. Then two of the men grabbed her panties and dragged them down her thighs with excruciating slowness. I looked at her face and saw that it was frozen into a mask of expectant repugnance.
Then one of the men leaned down and began whispering in her ear. It was impossible to hear what he was saying but the effect on Susan was devastating. She began whimpering and crying. She whipped her head from side to side and kept moaning, "No, no, no, no." But another of the men came forward and slapped her hard across the face. She opened her eyes in shock and then slowly sat up. She took her wig off and her beautiful hair cascaded down her shoulders. Then she wiped her face with her skirt and took most of the makeup off. I saw the transformation take place.
Tocco leaned over and whispered sotto voce , "You see, if she stayed completely in role, she could hide behind that. Now she has to face the fact that she, Susan, as she is, wants very much to have this happen to her, without any theatrical coverup."
I looked at her, and for a moment our eyes met. I can't describe what took place, but I had to look away. She was as beautiful and tender as she had been that afternoon. And then she lay back almost luxuriously, * closed her eyes, reached down, and spread her tender cunt apart with her fingers.
At once they were all upon her, putting their fingers and hands into her cunt, reaching and digging between her legs, going into her asshole, spreading her legs wider and wider. The men went back to saying things in her ear
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