Anna jerked her legs as best she could, bending her knees while twisting helplessly in their grip. She was writhing and bucking like some trapped animal, fighting for her life.

The Rudd brothers grunted, hauling her like a sack of potatoes from the sofa to a large workbench near the front door.

"Nooo!" she screamed.

"Shut the fuckin' slut up!" Ed growled.

Anna let out another cry of agony as Brad tightened the double slip knot around her wrists. The rough hemp bit into her flesh, making her wince in pain. She looked from one man to the other, wondering how they could do something like this to her, a complete stranger! She didn't know them, and they had only seen her once or twice in the backyard.

"Help!"

"Goddamn it! I've got something that'll shut the little bitch up!"

Brad unbuckled his belt, then stripped off his jeans.

Flashing a look to one side, Anna saw him pulling off his dirty underwear, his hefty prick rolling out and nearly touching her face. She flinched, letting out another cry for help while Ed kept her pinned to the splintery rough wood under her.

"Noooo!"

Brad smiled. "Swallow this. Maybe this'll make you hot and heavy for us. Lots of girls turn into cock hounds the second they get a good taste of prick!"

Someone was pressing fingers hard against her jaw, forcing her mouth open. And then Brad was shoving his filthy, foul-smelling shorts into her mouth!

Anna gagged, closing her eyes and feeling her throat and chest tighten in disgust! The shorts were in her mouth now. Anna tried twisting around, tried jerking her head away. But both Ed and Jack kept her steady.

"Tape it down around her head. Then we'll be ready for more action," Ed suggested.