“C’mon Dawn wake up, say something!” I started to stir a bit and sold the performance.“I…. I… need,” I panted, acting like I was exhaust...ed.“What, what do you need: water, food, a fan… A dildo, what,” Sarah exclaimed, almost in a full panic by now, but I kept a straight face.“I… need… another… hot… dog.” I stuck my tongue out and made a dyeing sound affect. The look on Sarah’s face was priceless!“A hotdog... a hotdog!? Why you little!” Sarah started tickling me like crazy, “I will give you a. “Fuck! Her tits are perfect!” Mr. Finnegan declared as he felt me up. “I know she’s your daughter Jonesy but I don’t know how you can keep your hands off of these fucking tits.”“I don’t!” Daddy answered. There was a brief moment of what I can only describe as silence as that comment sank in but after it did it was like my Daddy had signed a permission slip for his friends to use his little girl.“Alright, fuck this, get her up on the pool table. I want to fuck this little whore.” Mr. Jacobs. .“At that point it is not a matter of choice. Both women move in on the wide-eyed Faith Prudeaux; with powerful hands, they seize her.Chapter twoFaith finds herself in a huge basement chamber of strange, dark design. Strapped securely to an upright pillar, she has no alternative but to watch even more excruciating horrors – and weirder perversions.„Comfy?“ Dr. Fairc***d chides her. „I hope so. Before we begin, there's something I want you to watch.“Bound to the post as she is, the new patient. I keep as quiet as possible and try to listen for anyone getting in the lift or standing watching, all I can hear is my own breathing though so I start to relax again. You softly blow against my clit and my legs start to tremble, as it feels so good. Just as I think my legs are going to give way you stand up, as you keep hold of my arms behind my back you gently lead me out of the lift. I try to shimmer my dress down but you make sure it stays up around my waist. I can feel the cool air on my.