The guy thrusting into her had no problem with lubrication - Arran was wet, wet, wet. And, despite all her misgiving about being forced by her master to have sex as a women, with a man, it felt good, real good. Don't get her wrong. The guy himself, his penis, not attractive. But the sensation was amazing. There was this hot thing inside her, fulling her up and rubbing its length along a mile of hair-trigger nerves that fired pleasure everywhere.<br/><br/>It was almost enough to make her forget the other guy, but something pressing through her muscular rear ring, brought at least some of her attention back. Where the second guy fucking her pussy felt natural and right, with her lower muscles squeezing at rippling to pull in it, the finger in her ass just felt like an intrustion. Something to push out.<br/><br/>Then, as more fingers forced their way in, the pain started. Not a lot, for now - and swamped by the signals of pleasure she got from everywhere else - but it was enough to make Arran wiggle her ass back and forwards, trying to shake the fingers free.