No longer was fear the most important sensation. As her body twisted in the thick ropes, while her ass shifted from side to side over the splintery table top, Anna began to feel a soothing warmth in her cunt, a warmth that excited her. And Ed was increasing that warmth with his fingers scraping it around her hole, gouging it against the walls of her pussy while his knuckles kept brushing over the round, red tip of her clit!

She tightened her thighs, raising her buttocks slightly off the table top, rocking her hips. It was then that she realized she was juicing, actually spilling cunt juice from her pussyhole and wetting down Ed's probing finger.

"Man, hot, real hot…" Ed gasped.

"No more!" Anna wailed. "Oh please, don't do anything more to me!"

Anna sobbed with humiliation as Ed's finger slipped out and began trailing along the puffed outer limits of her cuntlips.

Ed smiled. "There's a lot more for you, baby, a hell of a lot more. And me and my brother are gonna show you the limit."

Anna twitched, jerking in her tight ropes as his middle finger continued its ticklish trail along her pussylips. She groaned long and loud, raising her head up, then banging it hard against the workbench.

Sparks of delight flashed through her cunt, then shot up her spine to her brain, freezing out any thoughts except those of fucking. Yes, fucking. Anna's addled brain could think of nothing except having those men fucking her! From an innocent girl she had turned into a rutting slut, a whore bound and gagged who wanted as much prickmeat as she could get between her legs!

"Uhhhhfhfhhff… ooohhhhhh!" she groaned.

"Get that gag back on 'er. I don't want the bitch shoutin' down the walls when we get into her," Ed suggested.

Anna felt Brad move the shorts back over her mouth. She swallowed hard, shaking her head violently, trying to knock the gag from between her lips again.