Resistance is futile.

The man roughly jerked her body to and fro, causing her breasts to bounce vigorously, as he fucked her sweet pussy, with his filthy cock. All the girl could do, was cry softly, as she was **** a second time.

Men had always wanted her, but she had always kept them at bay, with her temper. Where was her temper now? Where was all that strength she thought she had? Now when she needed it the most, why did her spirit betray her, as nothing more then a weak fuck toy?

With a long groan the man buried him self inside her, his cum filling her to the brim, and spilling out, as he withdrew.

“Oh god.” She sobbed, her humiliation complete. As the man shuffled back to enjoy his after glow, the blond sniper got behind her, and slipped his thick cock into her messy pussy. One stroke, two stroke, she was sure she would loose count, but he pulled out. Confused, she felt him place it at her rose bud.

“No please!” She pleaded, her words falling on deaf ears, as the man rammed him self up her tight rectum. Pain seared her body and mind, as his shaft dug deep inside of her, where no man had ever been before.

Tabitha yowled in pain as the sniper sodomized her virgin ass with gusto. Over and over again, his thick barely lubed cock tore into her rectum, leaving nothing but pain, and anguish in its wake.

She barely registered her own protests. “Stop. Stop...Stop it!” She screamed over and over again, as the man abused her back door, much to his own delight. Slamming home one last time, he filled her with a second batch of cum, leaving both holes to leak, as her ass stayed propped in the air. Her body and mind were on fire, and a part of her, just wanted desperately to die, to bring this torment to an end.

“We'll take our new bitch into town.” The dark haired sniper grinned standing up. The two snipers took her by the arm, and dragged her down the alley, as the other bandit went back to his post. They had to stop and pull her pants up, so she could at least move her legs to some degree.

In the center of town, there were three large structures. A desiccated garage, what was likely a pub, and an impromptu medical center, as indicated by a red cross painted above the door. Heading inside the medical area, they walked inside a lounge.

Tied to a chair, sat a scarred man, in scrubs, who likely ran this derelict facility. A lanky man stood in front of him, beating him mercilessly. To the side on a couch, another man was sitting with his head rolled back, as a busty, Latin woman rode his thick cock. For a moment she thought it was Salvador. But it wasn't.

“Who is this?” The man asked turning from his hostage, and walking toward the guards.

“Off worlder.” The blond replied.

“Whats your name honey?” He asked his hand guiding her chin up, to look him in the eyes.