My grunts came faster as I felt each thrust drive the breath from my lungs. The sounds of my grunts, Ben's moans, and the slapping sound of Ben's thig...hs hitting my ass cheeks filled my apartment. I feared that this would become a regular situation for me. Considering what they had told me and what they had been saying to each other about fucking me on a constant basis, I felt my fears were justified. I hoped that them "tag team" fucking me would happen rarely. I was not sure how many multiple. It made me laugh too, which didn't help my lack ofoxygen at all. "Don't worry, by the end of next week we'll have youbelting out the lyrics and dancing at the same time. Just you wait."I sighed while standing up straight. I wasn't looking forward tochoreography anymore.---That was how the rest of my week went. I would get up and get ready forthe day, drive down to Kate's studio, dance all day, and then come homeand collapse into bed. Then I'd have to do the same thing the next day.But it became. The old red mist blurred me and I stepped to herI asked if I could help her, startling her initially, but she nodded a shy yes. I freed her dress, which just about reached her dimpled knees, clamped my hand over her mouth and lifted her the short distance to the van. Fat, heavy, but no match for my strength, she wriggled furiously as I slid the side door open and bundled her in onto some empty plastic cement and sand bags. A dirty rag was in easy reach and I stuffed it into her mouth and. ”“Dragon?” Sir B looked nervously over his shouldertoward the crashing waves. Turning back, he shook hishead in wonderment. “M’lady, why come you hence? Whatis the purpose of this bizarre practice?”“My village has left me to die! I am the sacrifice tothe dragon!” she howled as tears coursed down herface, wetting the trails of prior Laocoinialemissions.“M’lady, please!” Sir B interjected. “I am here. I ama knight. I shall.