The change comes on so fast that my head is spinning. The men move between us like snarling phantoms, their lurid faces mock us, mock the bondage and the forced surrender. We become moving statues, pushed and tossed about like dangling puppets. I fight the fused stance with April and she fights back against me, as the rough male hands begin to probe our bodies. No place is left unexplored: asses, mouths and breasts. Our cunts are already busy with the double-dildo, much to the delight of those who discover it lodged between us. We jerk in a painful dance that has her going one way and I another. I see the same of Sylvie, Janis, Lily and Mel. Mel cries, the blindfolded Lily oozes into the men, while Sylvie passively defies them and Janis grunts with the ache in her clamped labia growing mor
