Louise grunted as Matthews kept maneuvering the banana stuck in her pussy. It made her crotch feel swollen and stuffed but it had none of the warmth and potency of a live cock, or even a vibe, it was just stuffing and pushing her opening. Then she suddenly saw him leaning forward and undoing his zip. She dreaded what was to come: "Mmpf! mnoo-ugh!" The sweaty odour of his cock made it anything but attractive, apart from the degradation itself.

He grabbed her cheeks. "Now, little lady, let's see you do some sucking!" and pushed his cock in through the gag. Her mouth stuffed and captured, Louise mechanically started sucking and licking his dick, grunting and drooling around it. Again, she felt for Violet's hands, both for closeness in this hour of torture and to try to find out if she were conscious.

Finally Louise found her buddy's hands again, She grasped them, feeling softly for her index fingers, then the palms. They seemed steady although cold: she pressed the cuffed left hand and, a second later, felt Violet returning her grasp. In her mouth, Matthews was pumping harder and groaning as he forced her to suck more. Crying spasmodically, she followed, all but reduced to a sex slave.