Let the Raiders have her.

"Just make sure you don't kill her." Madeline said resignedly.

"What!?" the woman said through her now teary eyes "Please! NO! Don't do this! Please..." Her last word a whimper as she was suddenly beset by a half dozen Powder Gangers. They tore her garments off her in swift fashion, as those accustomed to such deeds.

Tack stepped forward toward the girl, his hands undoing his belt.

"Seniority first boys." He grinned.

"Ah hell."

"Shit. He's right."

"I'm next then."

"Don't tear her up too bad."

"I hope her mouth still works after Hal."

The group held her down. A few, uninterested in having sloppy seconds, or 8ths or 9ths or more decided to sit off and enjoy the show. Some just say away. A little humanity remained. Madeline walked off a short distance but didn't turn away. She watched as each man took his turn. They had to hold her still for Tack, she still had fight left in her. But after the third man, she lay there limply in complete submission. One man, impatient to get his turn moved around the woman and shoved his cock in her throat.

"Can't you fucking wait?" the Powder Ganger said with a curse as he stopped his thrusting for a moment.

"I'll be quick." the other said "Besides, you aint using this hole." He laughed.

The men would appreciate the "gift" Madeline gave them. This could only help her reputation.