I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the other rooms hearing, when in a flash Linda whipped a wad of cloth about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne's wide open mouth, shutting off the scream that was forming there. Daphne's cheeks began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more and more of the wad. Daphne's lips, which had been kept painfully stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed around it after the whole thing had been forced in.

The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up, completely filling Daphne's mouth and throat; allowing only the tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on that; nevermind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration slipped, I could hear her hacking up phelgm as the moist wool tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I'm sure she was trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet ball. Her lips couldn't completely close over it, it was so swollen in her mouth by now.

"Jesus Christ!", I thought, "Linda must have come prepared for this. There's no other reason for carrying such a thing in her pocket. She must have done this before!".

Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but

I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty worked up from before and this show was making me hard again despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne's mouth bulging with that gag.