I can taste blood in my mouth now. The grinding on my cheek has caused the inside of my mouth to become raw and scraped. Suddenly, without warning, the knife's handle is yanked from my mouth and in it's place is Charlie's cock, grinding in ever deeper until I can feel the ring on his piercing hitting the back of my throat. His hands are gripping my hair tightly, and I can feel the stinging on my scalp as he face-fucks me. I am trying desperately to breath, and at the same time am petrified of what might happen if I accidently scrape his cock with my teeth.

I feel something hard jam up against my clit and I grunt in both surprise and pain. Whatever it is provides me with the means to pleasure myself and despite the crowd watching Charlie fuck my face, I am grinding my cunt against the object in an effort to cum. Charlie is jamming his cock into my throat harder and harder and I am having more trouble timing my breathing to his thrusts. He rams into me one last time and pulls away, also taking away the blunt object I had been fucking myself with. I realize dully that it had been his boot; I can see the slick shine of my juices on it.

I look around, and realize his attentions have turned to Newbe. But what has become of Pet I wonder, and begin to look for her.