It turned out that I needed it. My arrival into the street drew a shout of alarm from off to my right. I quickly spun in that direction bringing my bo...w up as I did. I saw a small troop of armed men running towards me. They were local guardsmen and they were all armed with spears and long knives. Instantly I let loose with my arrow at the man leading the group. They were running at me and they were only about sixty feet away.My arrow dropped the first man easily. He let out a sudden cry as he. As I gagged he pushed deeper. Until I forcefully pulled away.Harry then pushed me on to all fours and got behind me. He rubbed his cock in my crack until he found my tight asshole. Harry then pushed it in slowly. Arrrggg. It hurt pretty bad but he kept pushing until his hips pressed against my ass cheeks. I was breathing fast from the intensity of the penetration then Harry started to fuck me. Within a couple of strokes he was fucking my ass very hard not giving me a chance to get. . but it was Jamal she now wanted... needed... had to have.The pain had been much worse than even Jamal's reaming of her unprepared anus, the tattoo needle providing an exquisite agony that caused the sweat to drip from her entire body as the words were forever embedded around her anus. Three hours later and six pounds lighter from the exertion, pain and loss of body water, Marcy had stepped from the tattoo parlor.She had begun tanning on Saturday morning and had daily standing appointments for. When her eyes had readjusted to light she looked up at me with a big smile on her face, which immediately froze when she saw my other slave, Susan, standing next to me, naked, with a video camera pointed at her face."That was HOT, my new sister! It was pretty similar to my own submission, which I have watched nearly a hundred times already, and it always gets me soaking wet! I was a little shocked, too, when I discovered that our Master had videotaped me as he took me, but I was later very glad.