Alysia blushed as the men mocked her attempt to mock them.  She wasn't sure why she blushed, other than there was something about being mocked in return by such... interesting characters.  She clenched her teeth as she was shoved down and splayed out, sex on display, the lump of her wrists in the cuffs painful beneath her.  She glared up at her abuser as his hands roamed her smooth skin, cupping her breasts to reveal that they were indeed entirely natural, though the way they had somewhat flattened on her chest as she lay back should have revealed that.<br/><br/>She glared as he revealed himself, yet another man, yet another cock.  She had to fight back a grimace or a sneer.  At least he wasn't going elsewhere.  He was warm and hard against her skin, warm and hard between her skin as he pressed her breasts together.  It was an odd and uncomfortable position and she couldn't understand how or why he'd enjoy it with other options available, but she wasn't going to complain.  The friction of sweaty skin on sweaty skin was uncomfortable for Alysia, she had no idea how it felt for him.  She just glared up, trying to think of some better insult as she tried to ignore the cock poking her in the chin with each thrust.<br/><br/>She heard the other man call and some small bit of panic returned.  She just hoped they arrived before that man got his turn.