With some creative - and you feel unnecessary - handhold the boys manage to free you

"Well maybe we can pull her out," Bill says and eagerly rushes forward. It takes you no time at all to realize what made him so eager as he presses his crotch to your face once again while reaching to your front where his fingers latch onto your little tits.

While he does pull a little he humps a lot more than he helps, and his fingers dig into your flesh as he repeatedly squeezes them.

"Move over, let me try," Tom demands, replacing Bill before you can cry out your objection. Again a boy jams his tented crotch against your mouth, and again a pair of hands squeeze your tits. Tom's groping is even rougher than Bill's and you find yourself squirming to get away. "Hot damn she's turned on," he says.

"Let me try," Sam insists, and the process repeats itself. "Wow, her nipples are hard as rocks. She must be horny as anything."

"Probably why she's been flashing us the last two hours," Bill remarks.

"Well we'd better not disappoint," Tom says.

"I've got an idea for how to lift her," Bill says, a sparkle in his eyes. Sam steps aside in curiousity, but Tom, ever the opportunist, steps right back into position in spite of you swatting him with your hands.

"What's the idea?" Sam asks.

Bill grins and reaches between your legs until his right hand finds your slick pussy. "Damn she's wet," he remarks, earning a glare that Tom's pelvis blocks. Ignoring the possibility that the dampness was caused by you doing all the work these past two hours they automatically jump to the conclusion they want - which might just be the right one.

"What's the idea?" Sam asks again, and Bill starts tickling your slit, making you squirm.

"This is the idea," he says, and inserts a finger. "You can do the same for her ass."

"Mmph!" you exclaim, wincing as Tom pinches your nipples hard.

"She says do it," he interprets, and your attempt to bite him is foiled by the denim and awkward angle, resulting in you biting your own lip by mistake.

"First one finger, though it feels like she can fit more than that," Bill says, inserting a second. Sam, playing catch-up, pushes relentlessly with a pair of spit-lubed fingers, finally getting in knuckles deep.

"Is that it?" he asks.

"Nah," Bill shakes his head, inserting a third finger. Sam grins, and with more effort than it had taken Bill - and a gob of spit - he manages to get a third finger in.

Bill twists his fingers, jamming them in and out, and in spite of his work-roughened fingers and the humiliation you find yourself becoming wetter.

"Four," he grins, to your panic, and with an effort both he and Sam eventually find themselves with four-fingers knuckle-deep inside of your two lower orifices.

"Hot damn, you gonna fist her?" Tom asked breathily, the prick's dick throbbing mightily in his pants.

"Nah, we just needed handholds," Bill laughed. "With your other hand, Sam, lift the dresser a little. When we've eased the weight we'll drag her out.

"Sweet," Sam says, and as the two carefully lift the dresser just a little the pressure on your legs eases. The urge to kick is hard to repress, but with a dresser still over your legs you've no desire to have them drop it back onto you. Even without drawers it's heavy enough to be painful.

Unfortunately, free though you are, you're being held up by two cruel hands on your breasts and four meaty fingers in each hole. The boys exchange glances and before you can get your feet beneath you they use their hand-holds to lift you into the air higher than your feet can reach.

A whimper escapes you as you feel sharp pricks of pain like your tissues are tearing a little internally. Your poor holes are being stretched like never before. In spite of this Bill's thumb strums across your clit like it's a guitar string, and you feel the combat of pain and pleasure being waged within your helpless, thrashing body.

"So now what?" Sam asks, feeling at a bit of a loss.