She passed out as the monstrous cock tore into her helpless arse paving new paths of pain and later pleasure. Her pussy acknowledged every thrust in h...er arse, every squeeze and kneading of her swollen tits, every pull and tweak of her distended nipples, she was becoming a woman all over again this night, 7 fold.She woke midday to rhythmic movement on her aching sore and abused body. The stench of dried cum and anal bile invaded her nostrils. The lingering taste of mouth after mouthful of male. I looked in her eyes and she stared back at me. There was a moment that passed between us and I knew she needed this as badly as I wanted it. “Open.” I watched her spread her legs showing me just how wet she really was, showing me her clit hard and poking through her lips. I could see it almost pulse with need. I leaned forward watching her shift down the bed thinking I was about to do something else when I lifted my nose and sniffed the air. I could smell the pure want flowing off of her. A. Still a little woozy, she was taken to the house and put to bed. Barb awoke in the morning with Sean and Angelique in the bedroom.“How you doing sleepy head?” inquired Angelique.“I feel pretty good, considering I am not sure what happened” responded Barb. “Angelique and I will take care of you for the next few days” said Sean. “ We’ll stay here with you until you go back the the doctor in 3 days. You take it easy and we’ll take good care of you.”“How long til I get my bandages off?” asked. I was impressed - just like I was told, the Black Dogs controlled the prison. Guards were gang members. I was taken to a room with concrete walls and metal table in the middle. Waiting for me was a black man about the size of a Coke machine. Barrel chested. 3 piece suit. I looked at the floor, averting my eyes from his gaze. He exhaled a slow breath. "So you're Pepper. I've heard a lot about you." I responded by taking off my skirt and bending over the table. "I hope you heard that I'm a good.