"I'm proud to say that Angela went home to her husband the next week, where we understand she is the object of weekly gang bangs in their home - her husband brings home anywhere from twenty to forty men each Friday night, and they stay until Sunday - Angela virtually lives on sperm for the entire weekend."I'm proud to say that Angela went home to her husband the next week, where we understand she is the object of weekly gang bangs in their home - her husband brings home anywhere from twenty to forty men each Friday night, and they stay until Sunday - Angela virtually lives on sperm for the entire weekend. One weekend she sucked each man off five times, and also drank nearly a quart of sperm from a brandy snifter they masturbated into. The men rarely use her vagina or rectum for normal intercourse - she is content to spend the entire weekend going from man to man, fellating them and masturbating them. Her husband videos the meetings on a regular basis, and sells the resulting tapes to collectors for very good money." Karen finished. Jessica took a deep breath and shuddered. It was still all too bizarre, all to foreign for her. She still couldn't believe this was happening to her. She wondered if her husband was aware of her kidnapping three days ago, if he was worried about her, if he had tried to contact her. Her reverie was broken by Karen's announcement that the morning class was over, and the the women would continue on after lunch to further conditioning. One of the burly guards came to Jessica's seat and unclipped the electrical leads fastened to her bra and grasped her arm firmly but not roughly. "I'm to take you to Room 7B - that's where "The Hose" works. You'll want to skip lunch. You'll get plenty at 7B" he grinned mockingly at her. Jessica didn't know what he could mean, but could only picture more and more semen pooling its way into her stomach. He led her out of the lecture room and through the hallways of the mansion. They finally entered a thickly padded and carpeted room with a low, velvet covered bench in the center. The bench was perhaps six feet square, and had round cuffs at each corner. The man led Jessica into the room and pushed her down onto the couch. He locked each wrist and ankle into the corner cuffs and, grunting in satisfaction at her imprisonment, spent some minutes setting up several video cameras on tripods around the center of the room. |