At the sudden arrival of the armed men, Jazen slowly and purposefully turned around, grinning tauntingly, licking his chops lustily as he stared down the barrels of those guns.   He held his young, nubile little cocksheathe against his chest, facing the men, his wolfdick a very visible bulge in her already bloated belly.   He had perhaps half of his length rooted inside her, and as the men watched her weight was pulling her even further along, impaling her on the gargantuan shaft.  His wolfish tongue lashed at her throat as he eyed the men.   The poor girl, mind washed with lust and driven near mad by the sheer sight of what she'd endured today, had raised her arms above her, entangling her fingers in Jazen's maned neck and forcefully pulling herself up and down on the foot or so of cock imbedded in her belly, moaning lustily and gasping with pleasure as she was stretched so fully, her stretched to the brink pussy steadily gushing her juices as she seemed lost in orgasmic reverie, calling out for more whorishly in front of the armed men.  He held her before him like a shield, daring the men to fire perhaps too boldly as the girl rode him to her own exstacy and the wolves, too, continued to ignore the men, pounding into the fucktoys strapped to their bellies.  It would be difficult to harm any of the beast without taking the girls with them, and they seemed well aware of this.  Neverhteless, the six remaining girls brightened up, hope shining in their eyes for the first time in nearly a day of hellish treatment.