The chill from the metal behind her indeed did cool her down, but only slightly so. The hands working her tits however undid some of this effect immediately, and she instinctively had to avert her eyes and turn her head a bit downwards and to one side, seemingly in shame of what was about to happen to her, but also to not betray anything with her facial expression. Her tits were already on fire.<br/><br/>Then they started to move her, pressing her shoulder blades even more firmly against the wall, and bending her head forward. She was in a haze of hormones by now, her survival instincts only barely capable of keeping watch, ready to snap out of the trance once something life threatening should happen. Until such a time, however, she was like wax in their hands, to be used as they wished.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>