“spit on it slut,” he says. I spat on the bottle which was then inserted into my pussy. He forced it in as far as he can, I felt the bottle slide ...eeper into me but it didn't take much since the one man was significantly wider than the bottle. He then turned his attention to my asshole, sliding a finger deep, first with one then two fingers. A man stands over me and I can immediately tell who it is. My asshole spread and a white-hot pain shoots through my body as my asshole was stretched wide. " "I don't know about that. They're bad news. The other one is Cisco andhe's a bad dude." "Not to me," I said with a laugh. "I eat punks like them for breakfast.Do you need to go pack? Florida calls." She looked at me, then lowered herhead. Not before I saw the tears. "I'm serious, Kate. Let's get out ofhere. Marcus and Cisco haven't been more than twenty blocks from here intheir whole life. They won't find you, I promise." When she raised herhead to look at me I saw something I. Based on his expression it appeared he was in intense pain. He said, “What is your problem?”When he didn’t answer the Captain reached for him but the Weapons Officer blocked his move, drawing an angry look. Seeing it the Officer responded, “You really don’t want to touch him barehanded, especially when one of them looks like that. I’ve had it on good authority that doing so could kill you, or worse.”“Thanks. I’ve heard of that but have never seen one in that state.”“He really was enthused about. The next thing, he slipped his whole soapy hand sideways into the crack of my ass and started stroking my tight, puckering hole. Then further down and along the perineum to my ball sack and back again. He repeated this movement slowly and gently about 5 times before re-soaping his hands. Now he reached round from the back and cupped my balls with one hot and soapy hand as he massaged the full length of my tool –up and down, up and down while his rock hard dick was probing at my ass cheeks. No.