”“Try screaming. If you’re still at the dock, they’ll have to try and keep you quiet. Do you feel like you’re moving?”“No, it just moves... a little sometimes and I can smell the water. I heard boat horns a few times.”“Good girl, Sarah. We need all the information like that we can get. Make sure you don’t talk out loud to me, or any of us. Your gift could be the only thing that saves you.”I felt her screaming and immediately somebody told her to shut up or they would just kill her now. I couldn’t. I could feel it throbbing as he started to thrust deeper and deeper. I gagged, choking. He thrust even deeper, both his hands gripping the back of my head and forcing my mouth all the way down onto his cock. I could feel his pubic hair smothering my nose, could feel his cock like a rod through my mouth and into my throat. He thrust harder, and harder. I sucked wildly, unable to breathe, not caring. I could feel the screwdriver in my cunt, and the shaft of the hammer so wrong and yet so. He could kill everyone and they'd all just be back the next loop around.He does have a raging hard-on again (still a virgin cock) so he jacks off so he can rest his mind. He leaves his cum where it is to clean up when he awakens from his reality-nightmare.He has sex dreams and sweat inducing nightmares.He awakens to a sex slave sucking his dick. She's his mother in the dark. She must not know whose bed she climbed into. Or is this part of his nightmare? No, it is happening. And he likes it. Who. We’ve never pushed the limits this far but I wanted him bad enough to take him up on his offer of sneaking down to the basement, if he was serious that is. Apparently he was because somehow seconds later we were standing face to face in the cold dampness of the cellar. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues exploring…tasting… We listened for any sign that kids were wandering from upstairs while he quickly yanked down my pants and pulled my panties past my knees. He pushed my legs back eagerly.