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it all.   I want to fuck you.”   Ayden’s mind reeled in passion at his Masters order and he started quickly bobbing his head up and down, sucking and licking while his hands massaged Chayton’s balls.   As the sack began to tighten, Chayton pushed Ayden’s head away.
    His strong arms turned his lover over, and he knew he would not last long.   Chayton licked a finger and stuck it deep in Ayden’s ass, stretching him.   He removed his finger and aimed his cock at the puckered ring and eased the head of his penis through the muscled entrance.   Pulling back slightly, he entered with one thrust, tightly gripping Ayden’s hips and delighting at the shuddering response.
    He plunged deeply as Ayden rocked back and forth, clenching his ass the way he knew Chayton liked.   He felt the big man lean back and with one last lunge, Ayden felt the rush of hot semen filling his rectum.   Both men collapsed in exhaustion and Ayden was at peace as he fell asleep in Chayton’s strong arms, dreaming of Lindsey.

CHAPTER III.   YOU BELONG TO ME
     
    The cages had steel bars that were embedded into the blocks of the back wall and the rough concrete floor.   There were no blankets or pillows, and in the confined space even Lindsey had to curl up uncomfortably on the cold cement.   She could not imagine the discomfort her taller friends must be suffering.   Once in a while, the girls would wake up as someone’s muffled sobs interrupted their exhaustion and fear.   Danielle’s stomach growled and Lindsey felt the hollow in her own belly, causing her to wonder how much time had passed since the girls had eaten dinner at the casino.
    She was terrified she and her friends would be separated, and felt sure she would go crazy if the girls were split up.   Memories seeped through her thoughts of the many times her stronger friends had protected her when situations got out of control.   Lindsey knew she would not last long without their support.
    The women had no idea how long they were in the cold, dark room.   Sandi finally noticed the red light over the cabinet and, realizing they were probably being watched, she felt a flush of embarrassment.   Feeling safe in the darkness, she had not thought to hide her comforting masturbations.
    Without warning, the door opened and the room was flooded with light.   The startled captives bolted up and tried to adjust their eyes.   The man who called himself their Master, a young blonde man, the big black man and another shorter, stocky man with a rather cruel expression, were standing in front of the cages.   The Master and stocky man had leather crops in their hands and the girls began trembling and quietly crying while shuffling to the back of their cages.   The Master tapped the black man on the leg with the crop and pointed to the cabinet.   He immediately walked over and opened the metal door and started gathering things.
    “Let’s start with this one.”   The Master’s crop touched the door to Becka’s cage, and the rest of the women felt guilt with their relief at not being singled out.   The girls watched Becka to see what she did, intent on mimicking her actions or, at least, not to make any mistakes she made.   When the black man unlocked the cage door, Becka waited towards the back uneasily.   “Out, now,” the Master’s deep voice rumbled.
    Becka’s thighs were bruised from his strikes on the plane and she crawled awkwardly out of the cage, not wanting to experience his anger again.   She leaned back on the bars and Helo grabbed her arm to straighten her cramped legs then turned her around to face the men.   Becka was visibly trembling, and watched uneasily as Helo came back from the cabinet with some leather straps.   She remained still, except for her frightened quivering, and looked down as he fastened a cuff to each ankle.   He untied the strap holding her wrists and cuffed them with the new leather bindings as well.   When he started to put the