The leader continues to drive steadily into her with those same deep, long strokes.  "You're so tight."  He groans as he moves steadily in and out, in and out, his shaft rubbing her from the inside.  As she grows more accustomed to his size, and his shaft grows slick with her juices, he begins to pick up his pace.  He grips her hips more firmly, his thumbs digging into the softer flesh of her rear.  His hips begin to pump more steadily, gliding his shaft in and out of her.  "Good girl."  He growls as she begins to moan in pleasure.  He raises his hand up once more, bringing it down in another stinging slap, before pistoning his hips, his shaft bumping something wonderful deep inside her.<br/><br/>Grasping her tied hands, he suddenly pulls her upright, even as he falls backwards, lying on the ground, his shaft still buried in her.  The ropes around her wrists suddenly fall away, leaving her hands free.  Behind her, she can hear the leader speak again.  "Take care of them, or we'll do worse to your friends."  The three lesser thugs approach her, one on each side, one from the front.  The ones to the sides grip her arms, guiding her hands to their exposed shafts.  The one in front of her takes ahold of her head, gently put commandingly pressing his shaft against her lips.<br/><br/>Without waiting for her to comply with his order, the leader grips her hips commandingly.  His biceps flexing powerfully, he begins to lift and lower her body, repeatedly impaling her on his shaft.  The new position causes him to strike new areas inside her.  Once a rhythm is established, he begins to gently thrust upwards with his hips, pressing into her harder and deeper than before.