Left to the pack

"She's all yours again boys." Miles' words cut through your haze like a knife.

You open your eyes to see two of the men walking over to you. They each grab you by an arm and start dragging you away from the scene of Miles and Misty fucking. Fear fills your mind at the thought of being used like you were last night once again.

"No please, I'll do anything! Just let me go!" Your pleading is met by a chorus of laughter from the Kings as they ignore your struggles and continue to drag you back into the main room of the store you were previously in.

The men find an open area amongst the shelves and roughly toss you to the ground. Tears have filled your eyes now, leading to what's left of your mascara running down your face once again. Without even the slightest acknowledgement of you, the men each grab you and contort you to fit the position they desire.

First they position you on your knees, with one of them standing in front of you and the other kneeling behind. The one behind grabs your arms and pulls them back, arching your back up so you're looking straight up to the man standing in front of you. In this position, he slides his cock into your pussy from behind. It slides in smoothly thanks to how wet you are and how stretched you feel following Miles' rough abuse of your pussy.

"Ahh too loose, fucking Miles! Guess it'll have to be your asshole then!" The man says.

You want to squeal out in protest but before you can, the man in front of you grabs you by the head and forces you down onto his cocks. Your screams are muffled as you gag around his cock whilst the man behind you struggles to stuff his oversized meat into your backdoor. It's a tight fit and the drugs aren't enough to spare you the pain from this one.

Forced into this position, the two men proceed to fuck you simultaneously, one in your ass and the other in your mouth for some time.