Wait a moment more and then take the supplies and slip through the back.

By now your eyes were adjusted and you could make out the three. The one standing seemed older than the rest but both men looked to be mid 30's or more. The girl early 20's, a dark blonde dressed in baggy cargo pants and a black tank top. Both men seemed very absorbed in what was going on and there was little chance they would notice anything else. And the girl was about to be lost in her own terror and wouldn't notice anything outside of that.

The man with his knee to her back reaches down jerking the black tank top up and over her tits. Then reached down at the small of her back and began jerking the cargo pants down over her ass and soon had them bunched around her knees. Her back arches and her ass up as she beings to claw at the floor trying to crawl or scoot away. But his weight was soon on her and his knees pushed her legs open. The grip at back of her head soon plants her cheek down on the ground and his weight shifted driving his hips up against her. She was able to get out the partial start of her scream before his hand clamps tightly over her mouth and his cock drives deep into her.

Her body arched again, this time violently. Her head up and her arms try to lift herself up off the ground as she's held down and ****. Her screams were hysterical and intense, even though they were muffled by the had over her mouth. But here in the lounge they were easily heard. A moment more and the man was set into an abusive and deep pace into the girl. Giving you the chance to go about your own task. You move out from behind the bar and quickly begin to go through the bags and various supplies.

It was mostly clothing and other supplies for bedding and setting camps. But a 9mm made you smile which you quickly tuck in the back of your pants. And food divided up between a few bags. You sort through the bags and fill one of their backpacks with the food you want and turn to make your exit. A look back to the middle of the lounge greeted you the sight of the first man finishing. Just by the movement of his body you could tell he was tense and then released His weight on the girl as she sobbed. Her legs still softly kicked but there was no energy in those kicks. He rolled off of her and she was turned onto her back by the other as he moved between her legs to take his turn.

You toss the bag over your shoulder and go back the way you entered.