Amanda flopped over to her back, glaring up at the men. One was a giant of a man whom she should have recognized as the guy she'd pissed off multiple times. The other was the fat slob who'd initially shoved the rose into her asshole. The third was a relatively normal looking guy, though if you looked into his eyes you might've found them disturbing for some reason, as if he wasn't quite in the same dimension.
"Ew. Get away from me," she told them, then looked dismissively away to inspect the room. "Orange shag? Gross," she muttered.
The big ones eyes sparked and with a roar that had Oscar poking his head back in he pounced on the pretty teen, pinning her to the chair as he grabbed his cock. Ever since Mary left he'd been abstinate, waiting for her to return. When she hadn't he'd begun to wonder what alternative he had. She'd been his only way to relieve his needs, and the urge to fuck was so great that pissing actually burned now.
Without bothering to pretend he was here for anything else the big man poised his equally big cock at the entrance to her tiny, scratched up pussy.
"Hey! Stop that!" she said, thumping him with her shoulder. He grabbed her tits and pushed her back, jamming his dick harder against her inflexible opening. Without the blood that she'd spilled in her acts he'd have had no hope of getting inside her unlubricated, but the small amounts were just enough to slide him past her entrance, her lips straining and nicks from thorns widening under the strain.
Grunting and groaning he mashed himself into her, ignoring her complaints and beratements and attempts to push him off. The others watch in a somewhat bemused fashion as she didn't scream for help but rather seemed to accept this as somehow normal, just highly impolite.
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