Knocking my books from my hands, Jerome snatched my belt loose and pulled my pants down. I tried to stop him, he only slapped away my efforts and spu...n me around and push me over a metal box. He spit in my butt crack and clamped one of his huge hands over my mouth. Fear gripped my as I tried to struggle free. With his free hand Jerome guided his rock stiff python length of a cock into my still sore anal opening. My cries were muffled by his hand as Jerome rammed his elongated cock deep into my. I should have cried.The Cage.-----------------------------------I awoke with a terrible headache. I could not remember what had happened after the drink. I opened my eyes, but I was in the dark. It was pitch black.I stretched out a hand and found cold metal. I knelt on the hard wood on which I was lying and hit my head on a low ceiling. It did not take long to realise that I was in a cage, a prison that was not even large enough to lie in. Metal bars fenced me all around, through which I could. I didn't get any bad 'tastes' from the others, they just didn't 'taste' quite right. Laura talked to the ones who didn't fit my clan and picked 8 people to join her clan while the others were picked by other clan leaders. When we talked later Laura told me that she had noticed that her 'taste' was different from mine and she would have never chosen some of the people I did.John came to me and we discussed what he knew about MS13. Malo Salvatuche 13 came out of El Salvador and the guerrillas who. Karen did focus and even with the pain managed to say, “One. Thank you, ma’am.”The second stroke quickly followed and then the third stroke. Each time, Karen threw her head back with the pain, pulling at the wrist cuffs, but all the time knowing she wasn’t able to do anything to move her stinging bottom out of the way of that horribly painful cane. She made sure, though, that she counted out the stroke and said thank you, ma’am, to the every so adept at caning Officer Pearson.Karen knew that.