Mike grunted with the first hard slap on his ass as Alyna continued to finger his tight hole, his mind doing it's best to tell him to ignore her, but his body would not listen. He felt his shaft stiffen more as she continued her assault, scratching him or biting him in between her slaps, her hand still expertly working his ass. He tried to clear his mind, but no matter what he did, he could not get the thoughts out of his head or distract his body, especially with the warm feel of his sister's ass against his cock and how good it started to feel when his shaft pressed tightly between her cheeks as it tried to rise fully. Not to mention when Alyna reached over and started to fondle Alex's breasts.<br/><br/>The torture continued for what seemed like hours before they finally arrived at their destination, the van coming to a halt, and with it, Alyna's assualt. Mike felt the cool touch of the knife as their bonds were cut away, finally seperating him from his sister, much to his relief. His cock remained slightly hard still as he rolled away from her, but quickly went limp as he was roughly lifted to his feet. He wanted to look at his sister, to comfort her about what was to come, but he was too ashamed: ashamed to be nude in front of her...and ashamed over what had just happened so he kept his eyes turned down.<br/><br/>He gave no resistance to the men as he was shoved along into a large building and into an elevator, the whole time, his eyes avoiding his sister still. He could not keep his eyes from seeing their surroundings though as they exited the elevator into the lavishly decorated room. He shuffled his way along, his head still down as he walked nakedly next to his sister towards their fate.<br/><br/>His eyes widened in horror when they entered the last room though, the bodies laid out around them in different states of what seemed like torture. He let out a groan as he realized what was in store for his sister and him as he took in the bodies about them. Death might have been preferable to torture.<br/><br/>He thought for a moment about making a run for it...doing something desperate that might cause them to just kill him then and there, but then he saw Dominika as she stood up from her chair. She was as beautiful as he remembered her remembered her during the night that got them into this situation, though she was dressed much differently than she was on that night. He eyed her form up and down, the sight of her body hugged tightly by the form fitting clothes, in particular the corset that displayed her ample cleavage causing his cock to stir once again despite himself...at least until she stood before him and reminded him of the grievous mistake his sister and he had committed. As her hand grabbed at his cock and his sister's groin, the dire straights that he was in came back to him and he looked desperately into Dominika's eyes.<br/><br/>"Please...I beg you! I'm so sorry...we, we were going to pay you. I was going to, I swear it. My sister has nothing to do with this...I...I just needed more time," he pleaded his case, doing his best to quell the tears that were about to well up from his eyes.