Convicts and Sex Slaves

Author’s note: This story is darker than my other stories. Sexy…but also definitely darker. You’ve been warned. Enter if you dare…

CONVICTS AND SEX SLAVES

Katherine (Kitty for short) is a gorgeous college sophomore – 5’8, 115 lbs, silken body all tanned, deep gray-brown eyes unforgettable…long chestnut-brown hair swaying past divinely sculpted shoulders. She has been basking joyously during this lackadaisical day at the beach with her lighter complexioned friend, Tobe. Two years younger, Tobe is an equally flawless specimen of the female sex — perhaps an inch shorter, pony-tailed blonde hair always effulgent, Nordic skin eminently fair, eyes of an azure-icy sheen.

They’re in a secluded spot near shore because that’s the way these girls like it – just solitude and sunbathing with the whispering of the lapping waves to caress their ears…exquisite female goddesses fondled lovingly by the sun.

Tobe: “I’m heading back to the van.”

Kitty, her eyes closed: “Alright ‘hon, meet ya there in a few.”

The two have been friends since childhood and are best friends forever in that uniquely female bond.

Eventually sun-warmed Kitty steps lightly barefoot across the sandy shore and beyond the copse of trees where the van is parked along a dirt road. Yet when she gets there and opens the door she sees two men in the van with her friend.

The black man is about 6’8, his naked torso bristling with muscle. The white man wears a dark ski mask, though he’s shorter, maybe 6’2, with well-defined abs but not his companion’s six-pack.

Tobe is sitting in a chair, her ankles tied to the legs and her wrists tied behind her back to the seat, duct tape clamped across her pretty mouth, eyes wide with terror. The dark man holds a knife to her throat, his intent gaze soaking up her fear with twisted satisfaction.

Ski-mask has a gun in Kitty’s face and before she knows what’s happening she hears: “You scream, you die, understood?”

Kitty nods slowly, mouth suddenly drier than the Mohave, Sahara, or any damned desert.

“Good girl. You listen and I talk unless you want to get taped like your panicky friend.”

Ski-mask offers out his hand. “First, hop in.” Trembling, Kitty offers her arm and he helps her inside, sliding closed the door and the hope for freedom.

“First let’s get to know each other sweetie. See my adorable little cock?” Kitty gapes at Ski-mask’s massive and utterly erect member. “Well it has a really fierce crush on you, sweetie. You’ll want to make it happy if you value your friend’s continued breathing.”

Kitty glances at the razor-sharp knife poised at her best friend’s neck.

“Sir, please don’t hurt her.”

“Less talking…why don’t you let your mouth do what you otherwise couldn’t – save your friend’s life?”

“Y-yes sir,” she stammers, kneeling with Ski-mask’s guiding hand at the nape of her neck to thrust her face at his crotch.

With tentative movements Kitty’s tongue pokes half-heartedly at the white rod.

“Have you ever tasted a cock before?”

Kitty nods and the man’s face darkens. “Then what’s the problem? Let my cock feel your caresses, honey. Look, your friend’s throat feels the prick of cold steel.”

Kitty sees the black man’s fist tense, the knife just nicking her friend’s throat, a crimson stripe dripping to the collarbone of the frightened, blue-eyed teen.

The brunette gets his drift and her mouth finally encases Ski-mask’s cock in a warm, hot-breathed embrace. Ski-mask groans approvingly as the pretty mouth pumps up…down…up…then down…a tireless rhythm punctuated by the early squishy sounds of lubrication.

His shaft is soon double-coated, female saliva and male pre-cum now slickening partners. Sugary fluid lingers playfully along Kitty’s sensitive palate.

Meanwhile Dark-skin puts his mouth to Tobe’s face and licks her alabaster cheek with broad, deliberate strokes as his free hand slips inside her bikini bra to knead her doughy breasts.

Kitty hears her friend’s stimuli and shame-induced groan, her eyes drifting to the torturous sight even as her tongue coils around rock-hard flesh.

“Yes, suck harder! This is what god made you for!” Ski-mask implores.

Kitty redoubles her efforts, the small brunette coiling her tongue hard around his cock, slurping in a wild effort to please.

“That’s enough!” Ski-mask bellows abruptly, yanking her head back by the hair. Thin strands of pre-cum and saliva, like pizza cheese, stretch from female lips to engorged penis.

“Do you want to make your friend feel better, sweetie?”

Kitty, with pleading eyes: “Please Sir!”

“Kiss her.”

Kitty looks doubtfully at her captor.

Dark-skin’s fist tenses once more.

“OK I’ll do it!” Kitty hurries.

Dark-skin yanks off the duct tape as Tobe yelps in pain.

Slowly Kitty kneels, her eyes soft and full of sympathy and sorrow as her lips brush against Tobe’s, Kitty’s tongue slowly growing more and more bold until she can fully taste her best friend since childhood for the first time.

Shame makes the teenage girls’ cheeks a rosy crimson. Tobe moans in protest but the blonde’s tongue yields, her slack mouth letting her friend explore.

Dark-skin produces a small blue object with a triangular point and a tiny switch. He flips it on and the object begins to buzz, vibrating…

Dark-skin: “Listen to me you little sluts, I want you kissing like true lovers or I’ll shove this butt plug up blondie’s tight ass, is that clear?”

“Please, Sir, we’ll do it!” Kitty assures him and Tobe leans forward so that their tongues can commingle like symbiotic organisms.

The men watch their teenage captives feast on one another’s faces for a seeming eternity, admiring the lean hips and well-sculpted breasts thrusting from underneath each girl’s wispy bikini, the tantalizing secrets beneath each girl’s inadequate cotton thong impossible to ignore.

Each girl’s jaw is coated with the other girl’s saliva in the aftermath of the sloppy make-out fest before Kitty is pulled away and her wrists tied roughly in black cords behind her.

Meanwhile Dark-skin unties Tobe’s binds temporarily, re-tying the blonde teenager’s wrists behind her back as she stands beside him. Dark-skin has a seat in the chair and forces Tobe to plop down on his lap.

Similarly Ski-mask sits on the van floor and forces Kitty to sit on his lap.

Ski-mask picks up the gun and puts the barrel to Kitty’s head.

“Please don’t kill us!” Kitty squeals.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“Kitty.”

“Kitty, I want you to impale yourself on my cock. It’s OK…it’s ready to take you now.”

Tears brimming, Kitty replies…”Yes Sir – “

“Call me Master Gary!”

“Y-yes Master Gary.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to take off your thong?”

“Please Master, take off my thong so I can fuck you,” Kitty sighs.

Slowly Ski-mask lowers the thong to her ankles. Meanwhile Dark-skin does the same to his blonde captive.

Dark-skin to Tobe: “You’re going to ride me cowgirl-style while you watch your friend get raped, how’s that sound my little white fuck-toy?”

“Pl-please no,” Tobe blurts, but Dark-skin’s knife threatens and the slender blonde falls silent.

Ski-mask: “On the count of three you each plunge your tight little cunts on our cocks, got it?”

“One-two-three!”

Tobe sits down on the huge ebony stallion. The dry penetration throws a grimace across that pretty young face and wrestles a plaintive moan from her core – meanwhile the more fortunate Kitty feels a pleasant lack of friction as the white cock vanishes deep in a jungle of dark-brown muff.

“God she’s a tight little slut,” Dark-skin groans as his cock goes deep.

“Pp-lease..it hurts!” Tobe wails.

“Who said it was supposed to feel good for you, slut?” Dark-skin replies. “You have the honor of getting my cum in your pussy, isn’t that enough for you, slut?!”

Tobe continues to moan as Dark-skin plays with her tits, his mouth diving to stifle her cries with a deeply inserted tongue and an invasion of warm breath.

Kitty watches helpless as she feels the cock awaken parts of her she wishes would stay dormant to avoid her shame…a slow tingle developing into an out-of-control building toward climax.

Ski-mask, like he’s omniscient, senses it coming. “You like it don’t you sweetie? You see, as long as I make you cum it’s not rape, is it? You want me to fuck your tight pussy until you can cum, don’t you?”

Hoping it will please him, she responds: “Yes, Master, please fuck me!”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“YES MASTER, PLEASE FUCK ME?”

“Fuck you how, sweetie?”

“FUCK ME HARD, MASTER?”

“Until you bleed even?”

“Y-YES MASTER. MAKE ME BLEED! Oohhh god.” Kitty can feel herself on the brink. She bites her lip, trying to stave off the inevitable.

Tobe watches her friend’s mounting orgasm in wide-eyed shock as Dark-skin whispers degrading curses in her ears, his body suddenly tensing rigidly, massive black arms holding the delicate body of the blonde teenager snug against his cock as virile African seed shoots deep for the girl’s insides.

“Did you like that, white slut? Tell your Master how much you liked being fucked!”

The traumatized blonde, will crumbling, replies: “Master, I loved your cock in me.”

“Say it with some enthusiasm, whore!” The black hand spanks the 17 year-old’s bottom.

She repeats with gusto until he is satisfied while Kitty and her captor cum simultaneously.

“Oooouuuuuhh I’m cumming sweetie….uggghhhhhh!!!”

“oooohhh good nooo please!!” Kitty wails in futility, her fluids dousing the testes of her virile rapist.

End Chapter 1



Dark-skin lifts Tobe off his diminishing cock, helpfully pulling up her thong and then retying her ankles to the chair legs and her wrists to the chair back. Meanwhile Ski-mask pulls up the brunette’s thong as well. He binds Kitty’s wrists in black cords behind her back and leaves her sprawled on the floor of the van.

A cell phone in the front of the van blares its obnoxious, insistent ring tone.

“Aw shit dawg, I gotta get that. You get the van ready for our little white cunts.”

Ski-mask nods, soon vanishes.

Desperate, Kitty’s eyes dart from captor to possible salvation. Lying on the floor, forgotten, is Dark-skin’s knife. The naked African talks animatedly into his cell phone, his attention not bent meaningfully to his captive. Carefully the sexy brunette clasps the knife handle and begins quietly sawing at her bonds. She keeps her eyes downcast so as to avoid suspicion.

Tobe’s glistening eyes widen with something bordering on hope.

Kitty wants to tell her it’ll all be OK…that she’s going to get help. It’s torture, but she realizes she has to make a run for it alone if she’s going to do her friend any good at all.

Suddenly the cords are cut and Kitty throws open the door, leaping to the sand like a dexterous leopard – the adrenaline suddenly making her an Olympic athlete. She runs toward shore and then south along the beach screaming for help.

The teenager’s bare feet kick up tiny clouds of sand as she sprints, arms pumping, heart pounding through her sweat-soaked bra. But HE is not far behind. And unsurprisingly, Dark-skin moves not only with grace, but speed.

The young brunette glances over her shoulder to see his hurtling form quickly gaining. She looks ahead hoping to see a human figure. But on this secluded beach she hears nothing but the sounds of her own screams, with no help in sight.

Then he’s upon her, a dark blur that bowls her over, and his fist clenches the handgun, the cold barrel pressed to her silken cheek.

“That wasn’t very nice, Kitty-bitch. You’re going to pay dearly for that!”

“Please don’t kill me!”

He straddles her, pinning her, the gun aimed at her cute face.

“Suck my gun, whore.”

He presses the weapon insistently and she takes it into her mouth with a shiver, tongue ladling saliva on the cold shaft.

“You like my second cock, slut? Or would you prefer a warm one?”

Kitty manages a slight shake of her head, gagging as he shoves the shaft deeper.

His eyes blaze with anger. “That was your chance at clemency, slut.”

Ski-mask comes rushing over.

“Nice going idiot.”

“Shutup dawg, I got her now don’t I? Now I am fucking pissed off, aight. We’re going to teach this slut the ultimate lesson and I mean ultimate, understand me dawg?”

Ski-mask hesitates. “Are you certain about this?”

“Shut the fuck up and get the shit we need. We’re going to do it right here. I saw an abandoned shack near the road. We’ll use one of those fuckin’ walls.”

Dark-skin drags Kitty back to the van. He strips her completely naked at last. He ties her ankles together and smacks duct tape across her pretty, cute, begging-for-mercy mouth.

“Let the other slut watch what happens to this uppity bitch.” Then, turning back to Kitty muffling pleas through the tape: “You think you can escape? Damn girl, you’re not so fucking bright, are you?”

Ski-mask brings out the chair with Tobe and sets it facing the abandoned shack.

Kitty watches with wondering eyes as Ski-mask cleans two nails with alcohol and retrieves a hammer.

“You know what’s coming don’t you bitch?”

Kitty struggles with all her pitiable strength in the arms of her muscular captor. Tobe’s eyes widen with sheer horror. Dark-skin forces Kitty’s arms wide and above her head. Dark-skin rips off the duct tape gag just in time. Ski-mask hammers the first nail low on Kitty’s left wrist. Kitty lets loose a blood-curdling shriek.

Ski-mask punctures the right arm. A second, sharp cry rips the air asunder, tears streaming down those beautiful tanned cheeks.

“See, slut? This is why we don’t misbehave. Misbehaving sluts get crucified and even die, understand?”

“YES! OH GOD PLEASE STOP!! YOU’LL KILL ME!!!” she wails, more tears forming involuntarily with the onslaught of crushing agony. Dark-skin cradles her pert buttocks, keeping the weight off of her bleeding arms as he rubs the bulbous head of his prick against her clit. “Uuhhh.” Her tied ankles force her legs to wrap snugly around her muscle-rippling rapist.

She swoons at last, the pain winning out…her pretty head sagging.

“Douse this bitch!” Ski-mask splashes cold water across her face and gently slaps her cheeks. Groggily she comes to.

“Just try to enjoy this, sweetie,” – Ski-mask interjects as he puts a fresh band of tape across her mouth.

“Go ahead Dwayne, give her the fuck of her life!”

Dark-skin grins demonically, carefully positioning his cock as he looks into Kitty’s anguished visage.

Ever so slowly he plunges in…deeper and deeper impaling her abused pussy. “I want you to feel every inch of me, slut. Feel your tight kitty-box take in a real man…feel my dick piercing you like the spears of my Zulu ancestors’ pierced the British assholes that invaded their homeland.”

“Ugh…ugh…ugh…you like that metaphor shit, you white slut? Probably learning shit like that in college weren’t you? Ugh…ugh…”

Kitty could only moan and wail through her gag as she felt his throbbing cock plunge deep, retreat half-heartedly, only to re-enter with even greater ferocity.

“Yeah Kitty-slut, this is what it means to be fucked by a brother….uuuohhh damn, girl, you’re tight!”

The only relief granted the young brunette is the tongue of her rapist torturer, for it twirls from one exposed nipple to the other…a surprisingly gentle, saliva-laving masseuse. More startlingly though…all of a sudden a warmth begins spreading between the gorgeous teen’s thighs and she can’t believe it!

Kneeling between her legs Ski-mask has his face at the joining of Dark-skin’s cock and Kitty’s pussy, his tongue finding her clit and battering it like hurricane force waves on a shoreline.

Kitty shrieks through her gag – the confluence of pain and ecstasy enough to unhinge the poor teenager. Tobe can only watch in utter disbelief and vast, boundless horror as her crucified friend involuntarily cums…actually cums into her rapist’s mouth!

Ski-mask laps at her juices gleefully.

“You taste better than the ripest fruit, sweetie!” he congratulates her.

“Ugh…ugh…I don’t know nuthin’ about no fruit, but this little white slut is going to have my fucking baby whether she wants it or not…if we let her live that long!”

Dark-mask’s tongue resumes its impressive nipple-teasing, his teeth occasionally nipping at the pink buds as the exhausted brunette squirms.

“UUuGGGHH fuck YEAH!” The ebon-complexioned juggernaut roars as he gushes copiously.

Before Kitty slips out of consciousness once more she hears: “OK, Dwayne, if you want her to live you better let me administer a dose of morphine and dress those wounds.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” the black man replies as he sucks the nipples of an unconscious teenager.

End Chapter 2



“No white boy, I got a better idea. It’s called wake her up and stick that little white prick of yours into Kitty-bitch’s velvety ‘fuckin paradise.”

Ski-mask grins. “Damn, Dwayne…you don’t know the meaning of the word mercy, do you?”

“Nah bro…ain’t in the vocabulary. Less talking…more hard fucking.”

Ski-mask splashes a fresh dose of cold water over Kitty’s head, his hands gently slapping her to groggy consciousness once more.

Kitty tries to beg, “Please no more…” but all that comes out is an unintelligible, muffled groan.

“Sorry sweetie, but you need to be awake so you can feel my cock enter you. But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle Kitty-cat.”

“NO you won’t!” Dwayne barks.

Ski-mask shrugs as the girl shakes her head and screams “NNN!!” through her gag.

“Scream as loud as you like, honey, but my cock sees your pussy and it’s pretty excited.”

Kitty looks down incredulously as his burgeoning member, a fleshy flagpole of eager manhood.

“Take over buddy.” – that from Dwayne as he lets Ski-mask cup Kitty’s bottom with his huge hands, keeping the weight off of the stricken girl’s bleeding wrists as she hangs crucified from the wall of the shack.

Ski-mask gently caresses Kitty’s labia with the head of his cock. “MMmmmmm.”

“You like that sweetie?”

Tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she shakes her head violently.

“Oh I think you do!”

One hand holding her ass firmly, he begins to stroke her cheek as he plunges deep into the teenager’s exquisite velvety snatch.

“Uhhh yes…feel your pussy grip my cock!” Ski-mask groans as he thrusts hard into his crucified fuck-slave.

“Let me hear you scream a little, sweetie,” Ski-mask hisses as he un-tapes her mouth.

“Please Sir – “

“Call me Master Gary!” he roars.

“Please…ugh…Master Gary…ugh…ugh…my wrists…they’re on fire!!!!!…”

“Why not concentrate on something more positive, sweetie…like my cock pounding your…ugh…pussy…”

Tobe watches in horror as her friend is crucified and fucked. Dark-skin walks over, a grin from ear to ear.

“Like the show, don’t you bitch?”

“P-please don’t hurt me!”

“Then learn to cooperate, white whore!”

“I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t hurt me!” she wails.

Dark-skin’s eyebrow perks up. “ANYTHING? Well I’ve got a pretty wild imagination, slut…sounds good to me!”

“You can start my licking your friend’s tasty cum off my prick…go ahead, I’ll bet you’ve always wanted to do this!”

“Uhh…yes Master,” the blonde replies hesitantly, but obediently accepts Dark-skin’s cock, her tongue an agile dancer on his fleshy stage.

He shudders as her tongue performs the demeaning task. Her tongue traces zigzags of electricity that make his cock writhe and re-grow to a rigid glory. The rapist offers further encouragement: “That’s right…clean it completely or I’ll ream your ass until you bleed.”

SLURP. “Please Master, I’m doing my best!”

“That’s not good enough slut.” He abruptly withdraws his cock and returns with a riding crop and knife. First he leans down, ignoring the girl’s flurry of pleas. The knife cuts gently across her bra strap and it’s almost daintily that he severs the tie on her bikini panties, tossing both aside. He waves the knife near her face. “Now, are you going to suck like a good little slut, or do I have to cut you?”

The little blonde teenager shakes her head with vigor. “I’ll suck you as good as I know how!!! Please!!!!!”

“Just for added encouragement,” and Dark-skin motions to the riding crop as he presses his cock into her lips. “Now SUCK!” he roars, the crop smacking below her ribs as she moans and sucks.

He rams his cock as far down Tobe’s throat as it will go, the crop inducing deep moans of agony from his captive. She can’t anticipate the blows — so focused is her mind on one thing – pleasuring her master’s cock. Even her sensitive breasts feel his heavy hand, and each time the crop touches those fragile, un-tanned, alabaster cones she moans an octave lower, writhing in her bonds. Adding to the girl’s discomfort, Dark-skin grabs her nose and presses down on her nostrils until she begins to choke. He lets up just in time, only to repeat the process as the fucking of Tobe’s face reaches a crescendo, his cock slimy and hard.

Meanwhile Kitty’s ordeal continues with Ski-mask’s extraordinary stamina.

Ski-mask’s cock is finally returned to full erection. He grunts, tongue laving those teenage nipples, hand stroking and caressing Kitty’s silken cheek as her mouth hangs ajar in a half-coo, half-agonized moan.

“Oh my, sweetie…your body wants to cum a third time! What a lucky girl! Maybe Dwayne’s right…maybe you are a real slut.”

Ski-mask’s grunts soon reach a climax. “I made you cum, sweetie…so it’s only fair that you..ugh..return the favor!”
Ski-mask’s eyes suddenly roll back as he groans his release. His exhausted captive wants to cum but hasn’t reached her climax. The frustrated girl sags back against the wall as her rapist pulls out and leans forward, her face nestling against his sweaty yet muscled bulk.

In the meantime Tobe is rewarded for her work, swallowing dark-skins acrid-tasting cum with a grimace of effort. He pulls out though before she can get all of it, squeezing out the fleeting spurts across a delicate, feminine neck.

Ski-mask walks over with Kitty draped over his shoulder, her wrists bound in bloody bandages and tied with dark cord behind her back. “You’ve honored the blonde slave with your pearl necklace,” Ski-mask wryly observes.

Dark-skin smiles. “Yeah, I have a certain fondness for this slut. However…she failed to swallow my cum gladly, and for that she will receive punishment.”

That pleading sheen returns to the blonde’s pretty sky-blue eyes. “Please Master I tried!” A huge dark hand slaps her hard across the cheek, tipping the chair to the sand.

“From now on you will only speak when spoken to, understand, my slave?”

“Y-yes Master,” she replies weakly.

“Alright, let’s get these bitches in our van. You cunts are going on a little road trip!”

End Chapter 3



Both girls look with incredulous horror at their so-called “seats” in the cream-colored van. Upon a cold, metal bench in the main cabin protrude two enormous rubber dildos, pink as Barbie dolls. Wires run from the artificial cocks to huge battery-packs, the purpose of which is chillingly clear to the more lucid Tobe. But Kitty is preoccupied by the cocks alone.

“You can’t expect us to sit on those!” Kitty groans foggily, the pain-killer already taking effect.

“Sedate this cunt a little more damn it”, advises Dark-skin. Soon Kitty’s unconscious, but Tobe is granted no such reprieve.

Tobe groans as the rubberized penis plunges as far into her slender frame as it can possibly go.

“Take it easy, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ride…I’ll make it a bumpy one”, Ski-mask teases. They set up both girls in the same way. Each feminine ankle is appropriately bound to a large metal ring on the van floor. The girls’ wrists are forced above their heads and tied to similarly sized metallic rings in the ceiling. Last but not least a simple black cord, no more than a crude seatbelt, secures each girl around the waist. They can do little but wriggle pointlessly in their bonds.

And Kitty cannot even do even that; the girl sags lifelessly in her bonds as the van speeds away. Ski-mask drives up front while Dark-skin comes to the rear to see his “little fuck-slave”.

Tobe squirms as he squeezes her right nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Are you squirming, bitch?”

“Please sir – …”

“Now what did I say about talking you stupid cunt!?” the black man explodes. Suddenly he presses a button and Tobe moans as she feels the huge member throbbing inside her velvety tightness.

“Uuuuhhhh god…f-forgive me Mmaster!” she wails.

Dark-skin looks at the blonde teenager’s cherubic face with the merciless gaze of a hardened rapist.

“You’ll have to beg better than that, bitch. Let’s see how good you moan while I lick these yummy white titties!” Apelike black hands grip her breasts, squeeze their doughy victims as Dark-skin’s tongue swoops down on her nipples, a laving, sucking, and biting Mongol ravaging a girl’s once-pristine flesh.

The van speeds along. Meanwhile the unconscious brunette cannot witness, let alone hear her friend’s torments.

Finally the van pulls up outside a concrete bunker deep in the woods. Dark-skin kisses Tobe passionately.

“I love the way this slut tastes. I can’t wait to eat her pussy.”

Tobe shakes her head, but she doesn’t dare speak.

Dark-skin turns on Kitty’s dildo, the two pink juggernauts set to vibrate on medium. Meanwhile Tobe hears a dog barking. Sure enough, as Dark-skin slides open the door a huge German shepherd leaps into the vehicle. To Tobe’s horror the dog makes a beeline for her and actually sticks its nose between her legs. She tries to close her thighs, but it’s useless – her ankles are bound to metal ringlets far apart.

“Good doggie!” Ski-mask exclaims. “Slave Tobe, meet Butcher, but you can call him Butch.”

The dog, wagging its tail obscenely, tries a few tentative licks of Tobe’s pubic hair.

“Please keep it away from me!” Tobe pleads, suddenly forgetting her promise.

Dark-skin glares, the huge African now quite intent on chastening his contumacious slave.

“You see, bitch, when a Brother tells you to be a good slut and keep you’re pretty fucking mouth shut, it’s a good idea to obey. But since you seem to be a slow learner, we’ll leave you and your girlfriend in the van to think ‘bout whether you wanna be good, obedient little sluts.

“Wait!” Ski-mask interrupts. “Give Slave Tobe a taste of true shame.