i followed them, my cunt felt as if it had been ripped apart by a wild animal.
my breath still gave me trouble and my heart was pounding in my chest.
i could taste the fear on my lips and nervous thrickles run along my spine.
"Sit on that chair"
i looked up and saw an ordinary chair, i sat down.
Both of them disappeared.
i was feeling uneasy and started sweating. What were they up to?
The wating was worse than the actual pain, i couldn't sit still and caressed my cunt to relieve the pain.

"Look at her, the filthy cuntmeat, she is masturbating"
"No Madame, i wasn't, i was...."