Not quite yet

"Damn Captain, you've made a mess! Look at that!" Grumbles a bellowing voice.

"Bisaglia, remember your rank." Replies the Captain harshly, sat in a corner of the room to recover.

The Marshal snorts, clearly unhappy with the situation.
Exhausted, Vanessa is just thankful to be able to catch her breath when the large objected inside her mouth unexpectedly withdraws.

For the first time in a while she is even able to move freely both her hands and legs, but she feels weak and disoriented, so she just keeps laying down, with her eyes closed.
Maybe he'll even let her be, she thinks to herself feeling a deep calm overwhelm her.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands slip under her back and flip her over like a pancake.

Before the girl could gather her strenght, she feels the same heavy hands seize her wrists, blocking them behind her back and pinning her down a the same time.
She tries to push with her feet, since they are freely dangling out of the bed, but it's no use, the man is way stronger than her.

"See, Bisaglia, what do you whine for? You've already found a wonderful solution."

To her dismay, she feels the warm weight of the Marshal massive manhood leaning on her back, darting like slimy fat trout between her buttocks and smearing her own saliva a bit everywhere.

"Hey, aren't you gonna wreck the that poor girl's litte asshole, aren't you?" Sneers the Captain sadistically.

Just the though is enough to spur Vanessa to another **** attempt to free herself.
Her body doesn't obey her, when she tries crawl away.

"I-I 've never ... " She squeals, as she feels something big and warm knocking at the door of her puckering, defenseless asshole.

"You've never taken it up the ass? Oh oh, this will be grand ..." Chuckles the man in the other corner of the room.

"What are friends for, after all?"