<strong>Who:</strong>Mari Prescott<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Storage Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Zanovic and Vinci<br/><hr/><br/>She felt a bit of satisfaction that her kicks at least landed on one of them. She didn't know their names, but in her mind, they weren't that different anyway. They were both pigs. When they got the overalls off, she struggled even harder...not seeming bothered at all by his threat.<br/><br/><strong>"Then break my arm! Go ahead!"</strong><br/><br/>They didn't stop, though, and even though she fought like a hellcat, she soon felt Zanovic's hands on her breasts. The other man had her held down firmly, and no matter how hard she screamed or kicked, they didn't give up. Soon she felt the man's fingers...wet from his saliva...probe around her entrance, and he'd feel how tight she was. She wasn't a virgin, but she almost felt that way. She didn't have sex much.<br/><br/>She whimpered as he fingered her without care, and then shook her head as he pushed his cock against her slit.<br/><br/><strong>"NO! Get off me!"</strong><br/><br/>It was too late, though. She felt his hard cock slip into her pussy with a bit of trouble, and she screamed in despair. She kept squirming, but now his cock held her in place. She was tight and not all that wet, but he still managed to fit.<br/><br/><strong>"No...no!"</strong><br/><br/>She was almost just talking for the principle of it now, as she knew logically that it would take a miracle to save her. Breathing hard, she tried to ignore the man above her.