The Men Want More

She stood awkwardly, covering her breasts with an arm across them, and her pussy covered by her other hand. Anyone behind would have a view of her ass, but that was the least of her worries.

Samia didn't know how much longer she could endure this, but she also didn't know how to escape. Her skin was crawling, and she could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. The men's eyes were practically burning into her skin, and the lewd comments they were making only added to her misery.

She tried to muster the courage to resist, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there was no way out. The thieves outnumbered her, and they had power and control over her.

With a heavy heart, she slowly lowered her arms, revealing her naked body again. She felt so exposed and ****, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to play their game if she wanted to join them, and she did.

"Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "How do you want me to please you?"

The men exchanged smug grins as they circled around Samia, their eyes ravenous with desire. One of them, Reynaldo, stepped forward and slapped her ass lightly, causing her to flinch.

"Start by getting on your knees and service our cocks," he ordered.

Samia's heart sank at the thought of being **** to perform such an act, but she knew that defiance would only lead to being cast out. She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on the ground as she reached out to unbutton Reynaldo's breeches.

As her hands shook with fear and arousal, she pulled them down, revealing his hard, throbbing erection. She hesitated for a moment, her nerves threatening to overtake her, but she steeled herself and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

He groaned with pleasure as she began to suck on him, her throat constricting around his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, and the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of her mouth was both repulsive and arousing at the same time.

She could feel her own arousal building, her nipples hardening, and her pussy secreting moisture as she serviced their cocks one by one. She could hear the men's grunts and groans, their breaths quickening, their excitement growing.

She had never felt so degraded and humiliated before, yet there was also a strange sense of power in submitting to their will. She was no longer just a pawn in their game; she had become an active participant, whether she liked it or not.

After what felt like hours of servicing their erections with her mouth or hands, the men each grunted and groaned, their hot cum exploding into her mouth. She tried to swallow every time, but the salty taste of their cum made her gag. Some jerked off, ejaculating all over her face or tits.

Tears ran down her cheeks, but she continued to service each man until they were all satisfied. When they were finally finished, they pulled her to her feet, and one of them slapped her ass hard.

"Clean that up," he said, pointing to the floor where her cum-laden mouth had dripped.

Samia knelt down and licked up their release, the bitter taste still lingering in her mouth. She wanted to retch, but the power dynamic was clear-she had ****.

"Now," Reynaldo said, zipping up his pants. "We'll see how well you can clean up the real mess we'll make of you."

Samia trembled as she realized what they had in store for her next. But she knew that there was no escape.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.

Reynaldo grinned cruelly. "We're going to take turns, Samia. Each one of us will use you in any way we please. Just lie down here and take it like the dirty little slut you are."

Samia's eyes widened as she looked around the room at the triumphant grins of the shadow blades. She thought about leaving, but maybe this was just hazing, maybe it would be over after this, and she'd get to join them

She nodded silently, her body trembling as she prepared to endure whatever they had planned for her.

As the men continued to take turns with her, Samia felt as though she was being torn apart from the inside. Her body felt violated, used in ways she never thought possible. Her strength was fading with each passing moment. She knew that she had to keep going if she wanted to survive this nightmare.

Despite her pain and humiliation, Samia couldn't deny the pleasure that was building within her. The more she was abused, the more she craved the sensation. It was a twisted mix of emotions that left her feeling weak and powerless. Her face and ass were slapped until both sets of cheeks were bright red. Her pussy was sore, then another cock would enter it

Finally, after what felt like hours of being used and abused, the men finally finished. The last man stepped back, his breathing ragged, and smiled wickedly at Samia's battered and bruised body.

"You were a good little toy, Samia," said Lexo, running his fingers through her hair. "Though you could do with a wash. Go and clean yourself off in the lake outside.”

Samia shivered as she lay there, half-conscious, her body still trembling from the intense physical and emotional trauma. She tried to make sense of what had just happened, but the pieces of the puzzle didn't seem to fit together. She felt violated, used, and yet, there was a strange sense of satisfaction that seemed to be seeping through her veins.

As she sat up, she noticed that her chest and stomach were covered in a mixture of sweat and semen. She recoiled in disgust, her stomach churning as she tried to process the magnitude of what had just happened.

She slowly got up and made her way to the window, steadying herself against the wall. Her legs felt unsteady, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs, a testament to the arousal she had felt throughout the ordeal.