Becky and Liv are fucked

After the initial moment of paralyzed shock, Becky and Liv sprung into synchronized action. Liv picked up her rifle as she rolled away from the gnoll behind her, and Becky unsheathed her knife as she twirled around to face her own gnoll.

The two gnolls seemed to have been waiting for this burst of motion, and sprung forward just as suddenly. At such a close range and with no time to chamber a round, Liv swung the butt of her rifle upwards at the approaching gnoll, trying to **** it back. The gnoll easily deflected her attack, before bowling into the sniper and knocking her onto her back. From her prone position on the floor, Liv could see that Becky wasn’t having any luck, either. Her dagger-baring wrist was firmly in the grasp of the gnoll, who gave a series of growling laughs before twisting Becky’s wrist and forcing her to drop the poison-coated blade to the ground. With his target disarmed, the gnoll shoved Becky to the ground, where she landed painfully next to Liv.

Their prey thusly immobilized, the gnolls easily pinned the two bravos to the ground. Liv did her best to wiggle away, to throw ineffective kicks, and to generally make herself an unappealing target, but her efforts were useless against the superior size and strength of the gnoll. All Liv’s struggling got her was an irritated smack from the gnoll, which disoriented and stunned her long enough for the gnoll to begin undressing her.

As Liv’s vision cleared, she saw that her friend had already been denuded, a few stranded shreds of leather the only thing left on Becky’s slender body. The medic had offered less resistance than Liv, and was “rewarded” for her compliance with a few slobbery licks from the beastman atop her. Becky flinched at the gnoll’s long, wet tongue, but didn’t pull away from it or attempt to cover herself. She had failed herself, her friend, and the rest of the team waiting outside, and it was this, more than the gnoll’s lusty affections or physical prowess, which had demoralized her into a state of submission.

Becky gave another flinch as the beastman finally entered his defeated prize, followed by a loud gasp as his steely cock easily spread her lower lips. Becky wondered when her body had given in, and why her hole was already wet and receptive. The gnoll had no such questions, and simply began moving his hips, the frantic friction growing more and more pleasurable with each thrust. As Becky felt her body heating up, she turned her head to see if Liv had fared any better.

She hadn’t.

The sniper’s clothing had been shredded and tossed aside by the time she recovered her wits. The gnoll interpreted her immobility as compliance, pulling away from Liv slightly in hopes that she’d offer herself up, or at least have the courtesy to stay still and make his job easier. Liv took the inch of space she was given and tried to make the most of it, throwing a weak elbow at the gnoll’s throat before turning over and attempting to scramble away. The gnoll, unfazed, simply took hold of her hips and pulled her back towards him, conveniently placing her on her hands and knees in the process. Not one to let such an opportunity go to waste, the gnoll buried his engorged length in Liv’s pussy, where it remained, pumping in and out as Becky met Liv’s gaze a few minutes later.

As their respective gnolls happily humped away, the bravos shared a moment of bittersweet camaraderie. Unable to find appropriate words to describe their regret, humiliation, arousal, and understanding, Becky and Liv supported each other in silence. Well, relative silence. The gnolls were by no means quiet, growling and panting as they fucked the pair of women, and Becky was finding it harder and harder to suppress her moans. But all was not lost: they still had each other. And as long as they had that much, they had a chance. All that was left was to endure this trial and wait for an opportunity to present itself...