The Rape Of Sasha III

They put Sasha on the blanket and got right to work at her. Tim layed next to her on his back and pulled her on top of him so that her back was on his chest. His prick was pressed against her ass crack. Her head fell back onto his left shoulder. Sasha, weakened, opened her eyes breifly to see Pete kneeling behind their heads with a grin on his face. Pete was kneeling infront of their heads so he could grab both of Sasha’s legs to bring them back and spread them wide. Toby groaned at the sight of Sasha’s cunt exposed again as he kneeled infront of her and Tim’s spread legs. (Author’s note: Are you readers following me. LOL.) All three men continued to become erect. Their pricks pulsing red and veins throbbing.

Sasha was weak, very weak. She had NO strength to struggle or to even say NO. Her legs and arms were like rubber from being tied in the van. Her tits, cunt, clit, and asshole were throbbing and sore. WHAT THE HELL MORE COULD THEY DO TO HER SEXUALLY???????? She kept asking herself this question constantly.

Pete held tight onto Sasha’s ankles as Tim squeezed her tits and nipples from behind. Toby spit on her cunt to moisten her up. He rubbed a big black hand roughly up and down her entire twat.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm”, she groaned pathetically. Not from pain or even pleasure, but from sheer devastation.

” That’s right.