Content Warning: Graphic and Mature Themes Ahead I don't remember the plane ride home. The next few days were a blur, as I was exhausted from the trip. After a week, I received an email from Darren. Subject said: ready for more? The email was just a picture of me, tied up, surrounded by black cocks. The picture made me very aroused, but I could not keep it around. So I deleted the picture and responded back – YES. I don't know if I can go back, or how much more I can take, but I did love every minute of them using me as their sex toy. I don't hear from Darren for another week. Then I get a package in the mail. There is a 9" dildo, not too thick, and a plane ticket, for Friday, August 5th. There is a return ticket for Monday, August 22nd. That would be two weeks, 16 nights to be exact. No way I can do that. In the same package is another envelope, inside are two pictures of me, surrounded by black cocks. There is also a note, telling me to excerise my ass muscles with the dildo, to make them stronger and tighter. I think this is there way of saying I have to come down? Are they trying to blackmail me? I spend the entire day at work worrying about who they might send more pictures. How am I going to get away for 2 weeks? What are they going to do to me that they didn't already do? That night, I call Darren. "I got the tickets and the pictures." "Great, can't wait to see you again. I'll pick you up." Darren replies. "I am not sure I can come down for that long." I tell him, this is rather soon, I don't have much notice. "You have to, you don't have a choice." He insists. "What do you mean I don't have a choice? …and then things took a turn
