Katja

The original man laughed as the second one came across her cheek and all over her back. "Oh, you'll get a nice big black cock, ****, but not ours." With an evil grin, he turned back to Katja and reached under the table, pulling out a huge double ended black dildo. "You're going to fuck you little bitch friend that thought you needed saving. If you both don't enjoy it, we'll teach you better manners." With that, he grabbed O'Neal's hair and dragged her to her feet. She moaned, obviously pained, but no less evidently excited by the sight of the dildo.

"Please, master... I... I don't know if I can take all of that."

The second man sneered and slapped her hard on the backside while the first punched her in the face, making her cry. "You'll do what you're told, ****, or you'll find no mercy from your owners." He rubbed the dildo at Missy's entrance and thrust the thing all the way into her. She bit back an obvious scream and whimpered in pain.

"Yes, master. Thank you, master. Your **** is sorry she ever spoke out against you, master..." Resignedly, former Cadet Officer Missy O'Neal, now a pathetic sex ****, crawled up onto the table where Katja was bound and whispered. "I'm sorry, sister..." before maneuvering herself around and forcing the other end of the dildo against Katja's exposed pussy.