Ed looked at the hard, black coal at the end of his cigarette and chuckled.

"Man, hottest little virgin I've seen around town," Brad said.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna find out if she's cherry or not," Ed grunted, wedging himself between her bound thighs after having crawled back up on the table.

Anna felt his fingers twisting into her pussy. She jerked her thighs to the right then to the left, grunting through the spit-soaked gag as she felt Ed's finger scraping along the slick membranes of her pussy.

"I… uhh… I feel somethin' down here," he said, screwing up his eyes as he slipped his two fingers up to the second joint. Anna arched her back, her eyes cinched tight as she felt that obscene probing, then felt his fingernails pushing up against her cherry.

"Looks like she don't like havin' you fuckin' around with her cherry."

"You ever find a virgin who did… at the start?" Ed countered, flashing an amused look at his brother before going back to the work at hand.

Anna tucked her ass back as best she could, the ropes binding her ankles and knees preventing her from much movement. She was trapped, trapped in this horrible position. No one could help her! Again she cried through the gag, begging the men in her muffled cries not to break her cherry. But her whimpers only excited Ed and Brad.

Moving his hand in deeper, Ed told her to get ready for the popping.

"It's gonna hurt like hell, baby, but then it's probably gonna be the last pain you'll feel down there."

Anna fought with every bit of strength she had, pulling hysterically at the ropes, bouncing her ass on the workbench, tugging her arms so violently that she thought she felt something pop in her shoulders.