You make a compelling case

"You're wrong!"

You feel Sam's thrusts slow down, though only slightly.

"It's true, GAMEs- f-fffuuck..." It's not easy to form coherent sentences with his steel rod hammering into your backside. An animalistic part of you wants to just give up on words and buck your hips to orgasm, but you restrain it for now. You have to.

"GAMEs do gr-grant leniency regarding crimes su- ah! S-surrounding them. B-but-!"

"The only butt you should be worried about," Mandy interrupts, "is your own." She'd crawled onto the bed before you noticed. She reaches between your legs and starts vigorously massaging your clit.

"Ah! Fuck! S-stop! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" You squirm as much as your limited movement will allow. Your ass clenches uncontrollably around Sam's cock, and whatever grace period he was giving you to speak is clearly replaced by a primal desire to rut you as hard and fast as possible.

"Mmmm, fuck!" Sam moans. "Not gonna last much longer!"

An especially powerful thrust makes his balls slap hard against your pussy. They feel so big and full, and just a drop of their contents will be enough to kill you. You need to talk more, and fast!

"But!" you bark, yelling each word to **** them out through the onslaught of stimulation. "That! L-leniency! Won't! Apply! To! You! Becau- mmph!"

Mandy puts her hand over your mouth and laughs dismissively. "I can't believe you're still trying to act like a smug lawyer bitch with your ass in the air like this. Just be a good girl and stay quiet, let Sam have his fun."

Fuck that! You bite her hand as hard as you can. She winces but tries to endure. As soon as you taste blood though, she recoils away and rolls off the bed with a scream.

"Sam, you aren't a participant in this GAME! You have no legal protection whatsoever!"