Becky and Liv are primed for fucking

Useless. The word echoed in Becky's mind. She... she couldn't let it end like this. Somehow, just somehow she had to figure out some way to help! Her hand tightened on instinct, but in her scuffle with the Gnoll, her dagger had been knocked clean from her grasp. It undoubtedly lay somewhere amidst the lavish animal pelts that covered every inch of the cavern floor, but Becky was certain it would take at least a bit of dedicated searching to find. As it was, that paralyzing toxin coated blade was just as much of a hidden threat to the Bravos as it would be to any of the Gnolls. Not that any of them were in a position to accidentally step on it, a fact that Becky was quickly reminded of as the Gnoll who held her adjusted his grasp.

Becky was huddled up, spooned before his broad chest, while the Gnoll's thick furry arms wrapped around her body, holding her firm and immobile. Becky found herself frozen in panic once again as the sound of his heavy, panting breathes teased at the back of her head, and she slowly became more and more aware of the thick red rod pressed up between them, closed in on either side by Becky's back and the Gnoll's furry stomach.

"No! I--I can't--won't let you... do this!" Becky yelped, throwing herself forward all at once with every bit of **** she could muster. The Gnoll didn't seem to have been expecting that, and his hands clutched after her, catching on to her coat and forcing Becky to shimmy free.

She fell face first onto the elk pelt beneath her with a soft thump and quickly pulled her way up to to her hands and knees racing forward driven by sheer panic. Becky had no plan, no real means of escape past the dozen or so unoccupied Gnolls that now watched her **** egress with bemused curiosity. It didn't matter much, though, as her Gnollish captor easily stretched out a long arm to grasp her by the ankle.

The fabric of Becky's pants went taught, then as the Gnoll tugged harder, began to slip. The garment quickly fell away down over Becky's slender hips and over her legs until she was left nearly bottomless, but free to continue her useless struggle once more.

Becky's eyes widened in a sick glimmer of false hope. It was pointless. She knew it was pointless, but somehow, some part of her deep down just needed to believe. Some part of her was even more **** for hope than for freedom.

That false life was quickly snuffed when the Gnoll caught her once again, this time pressing his claws through the thin white fabric of the back of her blouse and stopping her short once more. Becky refused to accept her defeat, even still, and while the Gnoll sat behind her lazily, one hand outstretched to catch her shirt and pull her upright in his casual grasp, Becky kept pushing forward.

Buttons popped and the shirt fell away, but this time Becky's flicker of freedom was even shorter lived than the last. With his prey all but naked, the Gnoll's deep seeded lust simply wouldn't allow him to savor his sadistic game of cat and mouse any longer. The moment Becky's bare back came into view, he pounced. Becky toppled to the ground beneath him with a terrified whimper. The Gnoll adjusted himself, reached down, and peeled away her underwear with the uneven speed of a tormenter and the surging desire to finally claim this fucktoy for his own struggling against one another.

Across the room, Liv had already lost her struggle entirely. The Gnoll atop her was already poised for entry. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, all it would take was the simplest movement on his part to see her broken in. A simple adjustment of his hips, and that massive, red swollen rod would end every hope Liv had for ever leaving this place again...