Letting out a small little 'mmph', Rhianna closes her eyes, not wanting to witness her moth being taken like this. She can feel it though, feel every little thrust he starts to make...it would be easier if the men had some sort of rhythm between them but they seem to be going at their own paces, bumping and jerking her body between them as they pleasured themselves, the pain fading to a dull ache now. With her eyes closed she can only feel the hand on her breasts, the molesting there going on while the last remaining soldier pleasures himself, unable to use her body<br/><br/>She hated the sounds they were making, hated each disgusting touch, each thrust that drove into her previously untouched depths, using her whole body for their crude lusts...her tears had ceased to flow by now, but she still sobbed a bit inside. She found herself disgusted by the taste of this man, the little sounds she was forced to make as he claimed her mouth adding to the lewdness of this scene. At least he kept his promise to be gentle with her, although the urge to bite him is incredibly strong. Still, once again that survival instinct forces her to accept him, feeling the cock move quickly as he picks up the pace.