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[Monday] [9:27 PM]

Alice and Rachel looked at each other uncertainly. Joining a group meant potentially increasing their chances of survival, but it also meant opening themselves up to the possibility of betrayal or harm.

"Let's ask them some questions first," Alice suggested.

Rachel nodded in agreement. "Like how many people are in your group? Where are you staying? How are you protecting yourselves?"

Alice repeated Rachel's questions out loud, adding a few of her own. "How do we know we can trust you? Have you encountered any infected before?"

There was a pause before the voice outside the door answered. "Our group has around thirty members, including faculty and staff. We've set up camp in the engineering building, and we've secured it with barriers and guards. We've also encountered the infected before, and we've learned how to fight them off effectively."

Alice and Rachel looked at each other, considering the offer. Finally, Alice spoke up. "Can you prove it?"

Another pause, and then the voice responded. "Yes, we can do that. Give us a minute to gather some people, and then we can escort you to where we’re staying."

True to their word, a few minutes later, three students appeared at the door. They introduced themselves as Sam, Eric, and Ronaldo, and explained that they were part of the university wrestling team.

Sam, the apparent leader of the trio, addressed Alice and Rachel. "We understand your hesitation, but we assure you that our group is legitimate and committed to helping each other survive. If you come with us, we can provide you with food, shelter, and protection."

Eric added, "Plus, there's strength in numbers. The more people we have, the better equipped we'll be to deal with any threats."

Alice and Rachel exchanged one final glance before Alice spoke up. "Okay, we'll come with you. But if anything seems off, we’ll leave."

Sam nodded. "Of course. Follow us, and we'll lead you there."

Alice and Rachel step out of the barricaded room, their guard still up despite the reassurances of the students outside. They follow Sam, Eric, and Ronaldo through the dark and eerie corridors of the administration building, their senses on high alert.

As they turn a corner, Alice catches sight of four figures standing in the shadows. Before she can react, the figures rush forward and tackle her and Rachel to the ground. Strong hands cover their mouths, muffling their screams as a cloth is stuffed into their mouths, silencing them.

Alice's heart races as she realizes they are being ambushed. She kicks and struggles, trying to break free from the grip of her attackers. But there are too many of them, and she feels herself being overpowered.

The four attackers rip off Alice's clothes, exposing her bare skin. She feels violated and scared, not knowing what will happen next. Rachel is crying beside her, also being stripped and handled roughly by the other attackers.

Lloyd appears from the shadows, a sinister smirk on his face. "See? I told you they would be easier to convince once they saw our group. Now they're ours to do with as we please."

Alice's heart pounds in her chest as she tries to fight back against her attackers. She sees Rachel struggling beside her, tears streaming down her face.

"Get off of me!" Alice screams, her voice muffled by the cloth in her mouth. She writhes beneath her attackers, trying to knee one of them in the groin.

But they are too strong, and she feels herself being pinned down. She sees Lloyd looming over her, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll make sure you enjoy it," he sneers, running his hand over her breast.

Alice feels bile rising in her throat, threatening to **** her. She can't believe this is happening. She thought she could trust them, but they have betrayed her in the worst possible way.

Rachel's muffled screams intensify, and Alice sees one of the attackers holding her down while another one undoes his pants. Rachel cries, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Alice feels a fresh surge of anger and desperation. She can't let them do this to Rachel. She twists her body, managing to free one of her arms. She reaches up and claws at her attacker's face, digging her fingernails into his skin.

Alice's heart races as she feels the weight of her attacker's body on top of her. She struggles to break free, but he's too strong. She feels his hot breath on her neck and his hands groping her breasts. She wants to vomit.

Beside her, Rachel is screaming, her cries muffled by the cloth in her mouth. Alice sees one of the attackers holding her down while another undoes his pants. No, please God, no.

With a burst of adrenaline, Alice manages to free one of her arms. She claws at her attacker's face, digging her nails into his skin. He yells in pain and briefly releases her, giving her a chance to knee him in the groin.

But it's too late. Two other men quickly restrain her, holding her arms above her head and tying them tightly with rope. She can't escape. She's completely at their mercy.

One of the men punches her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She doubles over, coughing and gasping for air. Another man steps forward and sucks on her tits, biting and teasing her nipples.

Alice's body trembles with fear and disgust. She feels violated and invaded. She wants to scream, to shout for help. But she can't. Her mouth is covered with a piece of cloth, preventing her from making any noise.

"Mmm, looks like somebody's enjoying herself," one of the men leers, slapping her ass hard. Alice feels one of the men penetrating her ass, pushing himself inside her dry and unprepared hole. She cringes in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Beside her, Rachel is whimpering and crying, her body convulsing with sobs. Alice wants to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay. But she can't. She's helpless, defenseless.

She feels another man entering her, pushing himself inside her virgin pussy. She screams internally, wanting to die rather than experience this pain and humiliation.

Lloyd stands in front of her, his pants around his ankles, masturbating furiously. He grins at her, his eyes shining with excitement and lust. Seeing her defilement turns him on.

Alice feels a surge of hate and anger towards him. How could he do this to her? To Rachel? They trusted him and believed in him. And this is how he rewards them?

She closes her eyes, trying to escape the reality of her situation. But the pain and humiliation persist. She feels like she's drowning, suffocating in her own despair.

"Faster, harder," Lloyd orders, his voice harsh and commanding. The men comply, their bodies slamming into hers with reckless abandon. Alice feels like she's being torn apart, her insides raw and bleeding. She wants it to end, to die rather than experience this pain and humiliation.

Lloyd steps back, continuing to stroke his dick as he watches the show. "Change positions," he orders his men.

They comply, lifting Alice up and placing her on all fours. She feels one of the men enter her from behind, his dick hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.

Beside her, Rachel getting fucked missionary style. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and her muffled screams fill the room.

The men take turns changing positions, using Alice and Rachel's holes however they please. They're brutal and rough, not caring about the girls' comfort or consent.

Alice feels like she's being split in two, her body on the verge of collapse. But she keeps going, keeps taking it, fueled by her hatred for Lloyd and her desire to protect Rachel.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lloyd gives the order to stop. The men withdraw, leaving Alice and Rachel lying on the ground, spent and broken.

Lloyd approaches Alice, his dick still hard. "You were amazing," he says, admiring his handiwork. "Absolutely stunning."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lloyd ejaculates. The other men follow suit, their bodies trembling with release. They clean themselves up and gather around Lloyd as he begins to speak.

Lloyd steps back, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Goddamn, that was intense," he says, catching his breath.

One of the men laughs. "Intense? That was fucking epic. Those girls are fucking machines."

Another man nods in agreement. "Seriously, I've never seen anything like it. They just kept taking it, no matter how hard we fucked them."

Lloyd grins, proud of his handiwork. "Yeah, they're tougher than they look. But don't worry, we'll break them eventually. We always do."

Alice lies on the ground, her body throbbing with pain and exhaustion. She can barely move, barely breathe.

Beside her, Rachel is sobbing uncontrollably. Alice wants to reach out to her, to comfort her, to tell her that everything will be okay. But she can't. She's too broken, too damaged.

She heard Lloyd's voice, "That was just the beginning, Alice. We're going to break you, just like we broke Rachel."

Lloyd and seven other men surround Alice, their eyes hungry and full of lust. Alice's heart races as she realizes what's about to happen. She struggles to break free, but it's no use. Four of the men pin down her arms and legs, keeping her immobilized.

One of the men rips the cloth out of Alice's mouth, causing her to gasp for air. "Let's see if you can scream now, bitch," he sneers, before shoving his dick back into her mouth.

Alice tries to resist, but the man holds her head still, forcing himself down her throat. She can feel every inch of him, invasive and unwelcome.

Lloyd's face twisted in pure lust and domination as he positioned himself between Alice's legs. Without warning, he thrust himself deep inside of her, causing her to scream into the dick stuffed in her mouth. He moved deliberately, savoring every inch of her tight pussy.

"Fuck, she feels so good," Lloyd groaned, reaching down to grab Alice's hip and pull her closer.

On either side of her, two more men took turns fucking her tits. They grabbed handfuls of her breasts, using them as leverage to thrust their cocks deeper into her cleavage.

Alice's body was on fire with pain and humiliation. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to think of anything but the feeling of these men using her body for their own pleasure.