<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>    In the mess hall<br/>   With Macheath and Harden<br/>   Rescued<br/></strong><hr/></div>Ophelia kept struggling and screaming into her gag as her body was groped and pinched from everywhere. The hands were getting more brutal, more invasive. Fingers forced her pussy, raped her dry vagina but there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The handcuffs and the tightness of the cage were ensuring she could do nothing to defend her dignity. Whenever she squirmed to violently, hands grabbed her hair, her feet, her arms, and pulled them against the cage bars so that other hands could do whatever they wanted to do. Ophelia was screaming and crying but her muffled protests went unnoticed, or maybe they were just uncared for.<br/><br/>In the midst of her degradation and pain, through tear-blurred eyes, she saw Mari's entrance. She wanted to urge her to leave but it was too late and she saw her friend grappled and thrown down. Soon she was lost under the lustful men.<br/><br/>At last someone came to rescue them. The hands that were mauling her sore flesh left her and soon she was helped out of her cage. She was panting hard. Blue marks could be seen on her skin where fingers had grasped and clawed her. She cowered on the chair that was offered her, flexing her legs in front of her naked chest, crying, unable to speak because of her gag.