She could feel when Katie was forced down on the bed, but Chloris refused to look.  Fear was starting to rise up as she heard the men behind them debate which one to rape first, as though it weren't anything at all.  She shuddered, and fought to keep from sobbing.<br/><br/>She gasped when she heard the french-sounding man.  Entertain himself?  So she was first?  No, she couldn't ... she struggled but the first man was not letting her go anywhere.  He untied her enough to spread her legs, making sure her other bonds were tight.  She heard his zipper go down, and she whimpered behind her gag, and again squirmed.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes very tight, bracing and trying to keep herself in some form of control.  There was no escape, and fighting would be futile.<br/><br/>She cried out, muffled by the gag, as the bastard groped her breasts, squeezing and pinching both nipples as he plunged his hard member into her pussy.  She was slightly moist, enough to keep the thrust from being too painful, and the man learned quickly as well that she wasn't a virgin.  His cock slid into her without meeting resistance, though she was sufficiently tight to provide sensation to the man's prick.