Outraged

She didn't know what to do, so offered, a man returned with an obstetric glove while the lieutenant continued to examine her vagina.

• Lieutenant, we didn't search in one place.

The lieutenant nodded.

• Exactly, go ahead, just to be sure, I'll continue on my side too.

Blackcat screamed.

• No, not that, please.

Before she could finish, the fingers entered, followed by the inquisitive hand, mercilessly.

Blackcat arched her back, her stomach muscles tensing under the brutal intrusion. The lieutenant's and non-commissioned officer's hands delved into her with methodical precision, their fingers pushing apart the muffled words in her throat.

They pounded her while the others bit her nipples, searched her mouth with their tongues, or slapped her thighs with their belts.

Blackcat was completely overwhelmed; her limits were approaching; she screamed in pleasure and pain.

She was their plaything, her hips rising in spite of herself, shaken by the brutal movements of the men relentlessly exploring her.

The obstetric glove slid deeper, stretching her walls with cold efficiency while the lieutenant murmured orders to his subordinates. The tongues searching her mouth prevented her from screaming, letting out only muffled moans, wet with saliva.