It was decided that we would all go upstairs. I was the only one still captive. They set about freeing me. As soon as my hands were loose I put them under me and madly began frigging my slit. They laughed. I made quite a spectacle, my ankles still bound to the legs of the bench, but with my freed hands shoved under my belly and diddling in my cunt. Even though my bottom burned, and I wanted to rub it, I was even more desirous to cum. Helene grabbed my arms and pulled my hands out from under me. "Naughty girl," Helene told me. "I should have spanked you more." I struggled to break free of her grip but she was strong, despite the frailness of her body. She put my hands up high behind me, on my back. Johnnie, despite the egg up his ass and the burning caused by the Natural Ice on his penis, assisted her. My hands were cuffed together. Then I felt my chin lifted, Johnnie did it, and Helene wrapped a dog collar around my throat. She made it tight. 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I tongued her, making her laugh. "Come, darling. Such a good sport you are!" Helene said to me. She pulled me by my hair to my feet. I glanced down at the prick on the floor. It was still as hard as it had ever been. I looked away. Such an awful thing it was! I patted Helene's nest, as if to assure myself that she wore it no more. It was simply an unattached thing, lying nakedly on the floor. It couldn't harm me unless someone wore it. I felt deeper in her nest and she laughed again. I smiled. "I'm safe now," I whispered. "Oh?" Helene asked. With my fingers in her snatch, I followed her eyes. They glanced at Raul's penis, then at Johnnie's. "Yeek! I forgot about them!" I said in a silly voice. "It's alright. You are only 13," Helene said to me. She drew my fingers out of her pussy. She put my fingertips, wet with her dew, to her lips. She kissed them. "Cum, dear. You have much to learn," Helene told me. With swinging hips I walked upstairs, Helene holding my hand, Rebecca following. 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Yet there was something else mixed in with my fright, for I remained bent over, frigging my slit and working my hips in time to Rebecca's intrusive finger. "Oh, stop!" my aunt told Helene. Yet she herself kept her finger in me, and kept diddling her slit with her hand. "Watch where you're pointing that!" Johnnie groaned. I laughed, for it sounded like he might be referring to Raul's penis, which was, quite pointedly, sticking straight up his behind. "Oh, I want to kill someone!" Helene shouted. She put the barrel of the gun in her mouth again. "Yikes! This is hot!" she said. She couldn't lick it now. It was too hot from firing too many bullets. She ran to the window. She threw up the sash. Then, afraid she might kill one of us, or even herself, she tossed the gun out the window. It went spiralling down to the lawn but if it fired again when it hit the ground, none of us heard, for we were wrapped up in our lust and the gun had a silencer on it.