15.1a Alaina GR

Alaina was separated from Hunter in the mall, or at least, she thought she was in the mall. She was stripped of her clothing, just in a bra and panties. Her arms were tied to a chair. She’d been interrogated several times by now, and hadn't seen Hunter since the crash.

Another few men entered the room. She had no more information to give them, so she was unbound from the chair. Two of the men started to unbuckle their belts, while another aggressively tied her limbs to a table. The larger of the two men stood behind her, tearing open her panties.

She screamed as they seized her. One in front of her, between her legs, the other in her throat. She just wanted it to be over.

After the first two finished, the next two followed. If felt like days, yet it was only an hour, most likely. I’m going to kill them all.

They thrusted into her throat. Forcing the salty substance down. After they'd gone a couple rounds in her vagina, they rolled her over. She wasn't wet, her body rejecting what it was going through. It made the Penetration into her ass so much worse. Thrust, after thrust, after thrust. It would have felt good if not for the immense pain it brought.

The last man came in her ass, the others had condoms in her vagina. No use having a kid with her. It meant she was a hostage, not fodder. She felt like hell, but was proud they hadn't forced her to orgasm more than once.