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"You shouldn't use your real name, Seb."

"Fuck off, Paul. Did we hide our identities when we fucked your sister senseless and sold the footage?"

There was no answer to that, but hearing it didn't comfort Penny. Her panic grew worse.

Another of the men walked up and spoke to Penny. "Look around, kid. We're between the bus stop and some tall hedges. Nobody will find you right away if you scream, but we can hurt you right away. We can hurt you a lot. Got it?"

For the second time in half an hour, Penny nodded fearfully to agree to something that probably wasn't a very fair deal. There wasn't much else she could do.

Seb turned her around, and the two men quickly stripped off what little clothing she had. The cold night air stung her front side, but the back was much, much worse: Seb opened his fly and took out his piece, resting the base between Penny's ass cheeks before pulling her against him with his hands.

The other man took Penny's phone from her hand--she wasn't sure how, wasn't it lost with her jeans?--while Seb began grinding that long tube of meat between her muscular ass cheeks.

Much of Seb's length was against Penny's back, and that almost felt worse than the bits of flesh and hair that tickled her anus from time to time. Pressing himself against her back served to emphasize just how full she would be with Seb inside her.

"You feel that, kid? That's a long, hard ride for a little thing like you. I'd plant my seed so deep in your colon that it probably wouldn't even leak when I pulled out."

So he knew what he was doing.

Penny started to cry. Her sense of panic was fast becoming a sense of defeat.

"Bend over, as far as you can. Hands on your knees."