“There's no way I'm just going to let you fuck me!”

“Fuck you guys, there’s no way I’m just going to let you fuck me,” you say, screaming defiance at them.

You try to kick out at them, and manage to connect with one of them in the chest. Then the three of them pin you down, and put the rags back in your mouth. The two fat guys sit on either side of you and start roughly groping your tits.

“Ok, feeling too feisty, eh? No prob, none of us are going to have any problem getting laid after the job we just pulled, and you’ll bring in a little extra money,” Clarence said, while he sent a message with his phone.

The fat guys continue to grope you, at first just your breasts, but before long, one of them is rubbing your pussy. You spend the entire van ride writhing around trying to get away from the exploring hands of the two meatballs on either side of you. You don’t know how long it takes, but eventually, the van comes to a stop and the van doors are opened.

You’re dragged out of the van, and you’re surprised to find that you recognize the neighborhood you’re in. It’s suburban creekside, near to one of your favorite restaurants. You're lead inside a large nice looking house with a "For Sale" sign out front. Once inside, you're faced with the sight of women of various shapes and sizes walking briskly around the house paying you little mind. Each woman is wearing a sheer thong and what you tend to think of as a Carnival mask.

The only man in the front room walks towards you, pulls your captors aside for a moment, and then walks up to you as the men leave.