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to get on with it.
    “Every minute is like ten in the box.   Trust me, we won’t be getting much more aggravation from them.”
    Annika looked up into the gravedigger’s eyes and whined behind her gag.   “Spread your legs,” he ordered.   In the background, Tombstone heard Jude mimicking his remarks.
    I want to go home.   I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry.   Annika could not believe the brute could not see how afraid she was.   His hand reached for the lid and she shrieked and spread her thighs.   One of his hands caressed her cheek, the other rolled over a silicone mound to her pussy.   Both girls had lasered their hair removal after discovering their petite size led to a ‘little girl’ fantasy for some of the older guys they conned.
    He continued stroking her cheek and her baby blues continued to beg, widening when her pussy lips were spread, widening further when he began stroking her.   Tombstone noted that she did not gush the copious amounts of the woman before, ‘Claudette?’ , but she did moisten as quickly.   Her cherubic face looked up at him, agonizing his balls with a cramping tightness until her surprised expression resulted in a shriek that turned to a wail while she jerked her slim hips into his hand.   Tombstone smashed his hand down on her swollen sensitive sex.   “I did not tell you that you could climax.”
    “Aaaah.   Ohhh,” Annika screamed.   The pain radiating across her sex was excruciating.   No one had ever hurt her little pussy before, and it was something she had never anticipated experiencing.   Pins and needles pierced through her little bead that was still helplessly convulsing in climax.   Again the man’s hand came down, in rapid staccato slaps until her hips remained still and she sobbed.
    A few moments later, Sandy’s exuberant cry of release sprang out, minus the scream.   Her slanted dark eyes looked up at the black man, nervously surprised and still blinking quickly as she recovered.   Where Annika was destined to be tortured for every forced release, Sandy was kept coaxed in arousal, pleasured to tormenting degrees.   Instead of slapping her pussy, he continued to stroke her slit and plunge a thick finger in and out of her dripping hole.
    Jude helped Tombstone make their costumes.   When the eye patches were finally removed, the girls had been locked into position.   This compound was slightly different and did not allow the mannequins to be repositioned.   It had slight give at the tops of their thighs and shoulders, allowing them to crawl.
    Sandy was coated in solid white and Annika in glossy black.   Per Jonathan’s request, Tombstone left their bottoms exposed.   The girls rested on all fours with their knees spread and their backs arched.   It caused their bottoms to tilt slightly up when they crawled, and their breasts jutted up when they were lifted to a balanced squatting position.   Their long ponytails cascaded from the top, and they wore permanent collars with rings embedded in the front and the back.
    Jude lifted Annika onto the table so that she was lying with her firm breasts pointed at the ceiling.   She stared in terror through the eye slits of the mask and tried with all her might to force her thighs together.   Tombstone stood between her legs and she screamed when she saw the rings.   Jude leaned over, a huge black giant with a lecherous gleam in his eyes that was frightening.   His flat pink tongue began lapping her nipple.
    Annika had already discovered that while she was ensconced in the rubber costume any exposed flesh was extremely sensitive.   Within moments he had her moaning, and she tried to encourage him to keep nipping her pink nipple.   She was thrilled to feel the other man’s cock plunge deep into her gripping pussy.   Although a part of her mind nervously contemplated what painful punishment the man would impose, she tried to rock into his motion and believe that this time, maybe, he would let her