She is captured

Just as Shakira was about to turn around, she felt herself being grabbed by a young black man named Omar, who easily overpowered her and dragged her to his gang's hideout down the street in an abandoned warehouse.

"MMMPPPHHH," she moaned into his ear as he carried her kicking and screaming back to the warehouse, squeezing her ass, her pussy and her tits the whole way.

"What a fine piece of fuck meat you're gonna make bitch," he tells her as he walks into the warehouse with her, "that's the prize you pay for stepping into our neck of the woods."

"Please let me go...I can make you and your friends very rich...I am royalty in Colombia..." she tells him, trying to reason with him as he lays her on the ground in the middle of the warehouse and call for his friends.

"Colombia? This ain't no country singer Omar," his friend Prince tells him as he looks over the pop star in the skintight red dress she was wearing, and Shakira just knew they were envisioning stripping her of it and taking turns on her pussy.

"Those sluts are too smart for us, luckily this little slut wasn't," he tells her as the men rip and tear at her dress, getting it off of her and getting a good look at her body in nothing but the bra and panties she was now reduced to wearing.

"A slut like you with a body like yours wearing a dress like that is just asking for your pussy to be fucked," he tells her as he strips her of her undergarments as he and he his men step out of their clothes, "the only question left to answer is which one of us is going to do it first."