Madison~ Reaching her breaking point at the hands of Khamal and Moussad<br/><br/>For some unexplainable reason Madison could not take her eyes off of Moussad. Perhaps it was a determination to see at least one of her rapists and know every detail about him to haunt her for months or even years. She pulled on the chains as Moussad kissed up her body, everything going numb aside from the pleasure.<br/><br/>She shook her head side to side when her folds parted, his heated tip a burning hot poker pressing into her sex. She groaned and whimpered, shaking the chains slightly.<br/><br/>There was a look of pure pleasure in her eyes, Moussad's staring intensely into her own as if he saw right through made her uneasy. Inside her brain was screaming at her to get a grip and fight them as she had before but as they began to spank and pinch her, sending her over the edge into a orgasm, much smaller than the others but an orgasm none the less. She bit back the moan and cry of pleasure, her body rocking slowly back against Khamal as he went in and then forth to press Moussad's tool deeper. There would be a small pinch, a spot where there was resistance. Never did she push past that, hoping to somehow keep her innocence.