Just a few more seconds, her foggy mind told her. Just a few more moments and they’d find her. They’d save her before he could defile her completely. They’d rescue her from this sex maniac. Just a few scant seconds more….”
A fourth key went into the lock.
“Hey guys,” a third voice called. “The cops are here.”
The clinking of keys stopped. “Okay,” said one. “We’ll be right there.”
The key turned. The lock popped open. He grabbed Claire by the throat with both hands, buried his cock all the way inside her, and came.
Tears exploded out of the girl’s eyes as drool and spit soaked the padding. It coursed down her face and chin, mingling with the sweat that coated her skin and dampened her clothes.
The door didn’t open.
They heard footsteps and then the men’s room door closing.
He laughed and laughed and laughed as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed … both silently, their bodies quaking.
He pulled her hair out of the way, letting it flow out the quarter-melon openings in the thing. He rocked back on his knees to survey his handiwork. Only the top part of her face could be seen through the cunning device. He nodded with satisfaction.
Even when a mouth is efficiently stuffed and covered, noise and vocal communication remains possible … but not if the outside of cheeks and the area around the larynx is stifled. When something, like this thing, is designed to clamp the mouth closed rather than cover a wedge gag, it can be an almost total silencer.
He nearly lost control again. She was so lovely, helpless, victimized, and vulnerable that he was nearly overwhelmed by lust.
He just barely managed to contain himself by carefully tearing open her shirt and cutting off the bra to reveal her magnificent tits.
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A fourth key went into the lock
We’ll take care of it
“Hey, chief,” Sam said into his phone out in the alley.
“What can I do for you, perp?” the blonde cop asked. He had Kim by the hair, sitting, her back to his front, on his lap.
Her great tits were flouncing out of a red, low-cut, skin-tight minidress she had been forced into, and her mouth invaded and mashed by a padded prod gag. He pulled her tremblingly down onto his cock again as he finished his sentence. “More miscreants to be taught the error of their ways?”
“Yeah,” Sam drawled. “Got another one for ya.” He thought of Coral, naked, getting brutally humped back in the car with Sean, her mouth and eyes sealed with industrial tape, her wrists and elbows strapped behind her. That image was crowded alongside a comatose Caitlin, white lace stretched across her smeared torso, her ankles cinched to her thighs.
Seth had her on her gagged face on the broom closet floor, fucking her up the ass as her pinioned arms were crushed between them.
“Okay,” said the special squad chief, gripping Kim’s left tit. “We’ll take care of it.” He automatically recorded the relevant info and location as he finished ejaculating into the weeping Asian. “Hey guys,” he called, “wrap it up. We got work to do.”
His fellow special squanders looked up from where they were fucking Amy and Rebecca.
The once happy blonde writhed on the floor in a black, low-cut, micromini, rubberized latex dress — her wrists cinched and her mouth sealed with black super-adhesive latex tape, her high-heel-booted legs rising and falling like a lazy sledgehammerer as she was screwed. More at megabdsmart.com
