Surely he must be done now?

You think surely he must be done, but he's not. He's still hard, and his eyes gleam with a malevolent intensity as he gazes down at you. You try to scramble away, but his grip on your head is too strong. He holds you in place, his fingers digging into your scalp like claws. Without warning, he flips you over onto your back, his movements rough and violent. You land hard on the cold floor, the wind knocked out of you. Before you can even catch your breath, he's on top of you, his massive cock probing at your entrance. You try to close your legs, but he forces them apart with his knees, his weight pinning you down.

"Please, stop," you whimper, tears streaming down your face. But your pleas fall on deaf ears as he thrusts himself into you, filling you up completely. You scream out in pain, but the sound is muffled by the cheers and jeers of the other men in the room. He taunts you, his words like daggers in your heart. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You love it when I fuck you like this." You feel sick to your stomach, but there's nothing you can do to escape. You're trapped, completely at his mercy.

Andre continues to thrust himself into you, each movement causing you more pain. You feel tears streaming down your face, and you can't help but let out a whimper every time he enters you.

"Come on, take it like a champ," he sneers, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I know you've had it worse, you little slut."

You want to scream, to tell him to stop, but you're too afraid. You're afraid of what he'll do if you resist, and you're afraid of what the other men in the room will do if you make a scene. So you stay silent, your body trembling under his weight. Andre's thrusts become more urgent, his body slamming into yours with a **** that leaves you breathless. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and you know that he's about to cum. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable, when suddenly, he pulls out. You open your eyes in surprise, expecting to see him ejaculate on your body, but instead, he just stands there, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. You look up at him, confusion etched on your face with some hope that he will not cum inside you, when suddenly, he grins and thrusts himself back into you.

You let out a whimper as he fills you up again, his warm semen mixing with your own fluids. He continues to thrust himself into you, his movements slow and deliberate. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and you know that he's still cumming. "That's it, take it all," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine now, and I'm going to make you pay for every tear you've ever cried."

He pulls out of you suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and violated. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach, his grip rough and bruising. You feel him position himself behind you, and you know what's coming next.