Realising how helpless I was, I pleaded with them to let me go and give me a second chance, but all that came out was a low muffled sound. I was told to bend over, and the vibrations teasing my rectum finally stopped and the object removed. My cock still achingly pointing downwards due to the thong was pulsing and throbbing at my rectal torment, until my humiliation and dark arousal combined to bring me to the brink of an ecstatic orgasm. I did so; my sex finally freed from its tormented position much to my comfort. But it was useless as my sex began to grow, a growth accelerated as I shakily rolled one stocking up and then the other.