My bare feet sloshin shallow puddles, the air icy this far underground. Finally we stop,I hear a door open, and I am thrust into a room. From the sho...rt echo, it’sbarely three metres square, concrete, empty. I stand, naked, bound, blind.I hear my captors leaving. I call after them: "can you untie my arms?Please?" "Cool down in here for a while, bitch," oneof the guards snarls as the door swings. "No! Please!" I rush for the door. "Evenif you leave my hands tied! Please, my arms hurt so. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found that a certain Lady Margaret Hunter Phd. Cantab, had attended Parole Boards at Galloway Prison for several years as a consultant in criminal psychology, principally from late 1973 until very recently, just after the quaintly termed 'incident' in question. It was too much of a coincidence; too likely the kind of sophisticated vindictiveness of which I could easily imagine Margaret capable. She'd been the doyenne of clever retribution for wrongs real or imagined,. . Fuck it good... Fuck me boys... Fuck me... Fuck your bitch... Fuck your dirty whore... Use me... Use your whore... Use your dirty whore... Use and abuse your dirty no good whore!!!"She continued spewing her verbal filth as we both fucked her furiously."Come on you little shits... Give it to your i****tuous slut... Give it to me... Fuck my tight ass... Fuck my wet pussy... Fuck them harder you two... Fuck them harder... Uh huh... Fuck me harder boys... Fuck your nasty whore harder... Fuck me. The wetness seeped onto his hand as he rubbed her pussy, he could feel her clit swelling more and he knew he could not hold out much longer. He would let this time fill her mouth making her choke, that would be pleasure, he thought. Her top teeth gently dragged down his cock as he pulled her back and forth. His cock was barely halfway into her mouth as it hit the back of her throat, her gagging driving him over the edge. Thrusting his finger into her pussy he let the pressure escape, hot.