.." He cried out as the first invasion registered in his brain. He was not gagged, as the men wanted to be able to hear all of his cries and moans, bu...t he had been instructed not to actually speak to them. He wondered briefly how he would be able to communicate that he was in pain, if it came to that, but the thought was banished from his mind as the finger in his ass continued its exploration.It was pressed in slowly, though the lubricant allowed it to glide into his flesh very easily. The. All Briony owned was a battered passport. The patterned pages held the only history of her life. 'Thailand 1996', 'Thailand 1997', 'Vietnam 1997', and the list went on. Either Briony had loved South-East Asia, or she was a courier. Sarah filed that little fact away and applied for a new, clean passport just as soon as she could.Sarah introduced herself as Briony to her new flatmate, Bethan. When she arrived Bethan looked to be headed the same way as Briony. She was young, Australian, a runaway. Without a word, he started binding my boobs with the rough rope. He wrapped them every which way until they were standing straight out, red and tight. My nipples were pointed and throbbing. I squirmed a little, and Uncle Clyde slapped each tit several times, back and forth. A little pain surged through my body, but so did pure electric pleasure. I guess my uncle took pity on me, because he leaned in and caressed my strained breasts with both hands. He ran his thumbs over my swollen. As I walked into the school all eyes turned to me. So much for a low profile. The heels forced me to shake my ass as I walked. Both the heels and the dress made my average ass look huge.I went into Mrs.Cherry's classroom where she sat on her desk, looking at me. She gave me a hot kiss followed by a slap on the ass and left. I went under the desk and waited. After some time I heard people slowly come in. Followed by the bell. After about five minutes the principal walkind in told the students .