Becky is manhandled by the crew

Becky's already massively **** senses were disrupted even further as a pair of strong hands wrapped themselves under her armpits and lifted her up into the air with ease. She couldn't focus enough to turn her head to look up at her assailant, but his deep voice seemed vaguely familiar. Two other men approached her, a portly dark skinned man and a more slender much paler fellow. Their hands reached up to her chest, fumbling with the buttons of her corset for a few moments as Becky hung there limply

The thinner man managed to undo a couple before his friend let out a frustrated sigh and produced a knife from his hip. "Hold her steady, will you?" he said. The man holding Becky responded with a grunt. With careful, well placed movements that showed rather impressive bladework, the portly man sliced away the remaining buttons. They shrugged Becky out of her top before her proceeded to do the same to her trousers, finally cutting away the side of her underwear to leave her naked, just for show.

"Damn, she's as skinny as a bean pole." The thin man said, reaching up to squeeze one of her small breasts and bringing his fingers in to pinch and toy with her nipple. "Bet she's damn tight though..."

Becky mumbled something which was supposed to be 'leave me alone,' but even she could tell that the words didn't quite form right. The men laughed. "Alright, then!" the portly man said, sinking to his knees in front of her. His arms reached up, grabbing the insides of her calves to spread her legs over his shoulders as he dove into her snatch without a moment of hesitation.

The sensation was blurry for Becky, but that didn't stop it from feeling good. She let out a small string of disconcerted moans as she writhed in the powerful grip of the man who held her. Despite his eagerness, the portly man didn't stay long. He rose back up to his feet with a grin, dropping his pants to the floor as he spoke. "Bet she can take us both." he said as he stepped forward, positioning his cock at her entrance and quickly pushing it in, sinking as deep as he could manage.

The man holding her seemed to agree as he shifted his grip to hold Becky up with one arm around her waist, the other hand freeing his cock and pressing it against Becky's rosebud. The thickness of in comparison to Becky's tiny form was almost comical, but he began forcing it forward nonetheless. Just as the head **** its way past her pucker, he paused thinking for a moment. The man pulled his cock back out, then looked down to spit in his hand. He reached forward to rub it onto his target before starting to move again, this time he didn't pull back.