Mira struggled violently, bucking her hips and thrashing her legs but it was all for naught.  The men were far too strong and she was too weak, her shapely body made for doling out pleasure, not violence.<br/><br/>Her breasts ached, the thug's hands rough against her sensitive nipples as he moved his throbbing cock lewdly between her gorgeous twin mounds, the tip of his member nearly hitting her chin with each thrust.  Between her legs, another man violated her most delicate folds, his tongue parting her nether lips and finding her budding pearl.  She tried to clamp her thighs together but then, her own body betrayed her.<br/><br/>An innately sensual creature, Mira was governed by her base lusts, her insatiable quest for pleasure and the delights of the flesh.  So even as she cried out in protest, it was no surprise that her body had a different response.  Her nipples grew stiff and hard, her pupils dilated, her breath quickened and between her legs, she could feel herself growing moist.<br/><br/>Embarrassed, she mustered her anger and her pride, and lashed out at her attackers.  "Does this make you feel like men?  To behave like beasts and brutes?"<br/><br/>