"I guess you'll be treated the same way they were. But I still wont let the other men touch you." He looked awkward for a moment, then turned to her a...gelic face and slapped it hard. She flew towards the floor, and he grabbed her by the hair pulling her back onto the bed. She had a large red hand print on her face, but her expression said she understood. Justin seemed to feel bad about it, but upon remembering his other victims, decided that this was just another bitch from the street who. Tabitha Mercer, a busty red head, with a killer ass, and a killer disposition. The ivory skinned Irish woman was deadly with the pistol at her hip, and the smg in her lap. But it was her psi abilities that made her lethal. Her emerald eyes, were often mesmerizing, when one could look away from her deep cleavage long enough.Next to the sultry Latin sniper, sat the massive Axle Riggs. Former mechanic, former soldier, the bear like man, stood six and half feet tall, and was 300lbs of muscle. She was heavily disoriented, but quickly regained her bearings. She was kneeling at the center of a vast throne room and was naked. She was shivering, not from cold, but because she had spent the last three days and nights in a pitch black room hanging from the ceiling, chained. Buffy didn’t know how she had arrived at this awful place, but she knew she had to leave. The only problem was that she couldn’t move her body, only her head.Looking around, she noticed that she was in a golden throne. Her legs were parted and, from behind, her pussy was readily accessible. The creamy fluids of her arousal poured down her thighs and her crotch was lathered with the stuff. The boxer watched her lips pull on the Doberman's thundering cock. The two dogs exchanged a glance. Then the boxer moved up be hind Molly, pushed his big, blunt snout into her fuckslit and began to lap her cunt eagerly.Molly gave a little cry, the sound muffled on the meaty mouthful of the Doberman's prick.The boxer's hot.