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At the end, Mike grunted and came too, shooting another enormous load in her anus, and retreated, leaving it finally amply visible. Roy came back and took a Handycam to the bed, focusing and zooming until his lens framed the inside of the unconscious girl’s thighs. It was a mess, and a very exciting one: Claudia Hamilton’s pussy was gaping, her labia battered, sore and torn open, trickling sperm in the crack of her ass to the mattress, while her asshole was spasming in pain, all battered and bruised. Roy probed her cunt with two fingers, shoving them in for a couple of inches; a sticky glob of cum oozed out of it, obscenely, and he cleaned his fingers in her long mane of blonde hair.
The following day, after another long night of troubled sleep, she was allowed to sleep until noon, then forced to wash and clean; then Marvin came in her room and spoke her. "Now, I will give you one good chance to let you go." She listened to his words, now very carefully. Wayne entered the room, and held a gun. "We have invited a couple of friends of us. Good guys, you know? Bikers. They know we have got a new girlfriend, an actress that has been hired to do some pictures for a Harley-Davidson calendar, and they have got two beautiful Hogs to shoot. Understand? No? Well, they will arrive and find that you are the girl, that you are, in fact, our whore, so they’ll get all your services at a very convenient price. Let’s say 30 bucks for all. And you’ll better be a good girl, otherwise ...."