Elle flushed with shame as Zad’s eyes toured her naked body. The cough and squat was especially humiliating. Elle heard the bars of the cell close a...d lock behind her. She took a look at her surroundings in the rapidly fading daylight. Elle estimated that there were twenty women sharing the cell. The straw was clean and vermin free. One corner of the cell was the designated area to urinate and defecate. Elle was still getting her bearings when she herd the cell door to the males slaves shut and. I looked at my friends and showed them middle finger. I bent over the hood and the first man came behind me. Every one who was passing by was checking us out. The first man lifted my skirt. “Damn! You are so ready to have a cock in your pussy,” he said to see me wearing no panties. Both man started undoing their pants. The first man grabbed my ass and I felt his cock rubbing against my ass. He was getting hard and his cock felt huge. “Would you help me too?” the second man asked showing me his. He grabbed his pole in his hand and fed the rancid tasting penis into her upside down, wide open mouth, and then shoved his hips forward until the head of his cock banged off of her tonsils. He ran the zipper of her upper leather garment down to the top of her waist-pinching elastic belt, then reached in and pulled out her huge pair of mammarys. Grabbing one in each hand, he started mauling them and pinching her nipples as he fucked her mouth, deep and hard, forcing his foul tasting sausage. Nice." He said."I'm impressed. Here, take a look at mine." She said handing hers over. He handed her his shotgun back and she went over the passenger's side of the old racer."Hmmm. Newer design. The stock looks shorter. The barrel is shorter too but I don't recognize it. What make is it?" he asked looking over to her. She fitted his to a rack on the passenger side of the ATV and came back around to him. "It's a Mossberg 500 also but it's their Bantam model. Synthetic stock and custom.