"Yes! Yes! Ohhh yesss!" he groaned, grinding his pelvis into her soft teenage ass. "Oohhh, babyyyyy," he sighed.

He let go of her hair and let her slump down across the table, shivering and whimpering, clutching her arms around her sore tit bags. He pumped a few more times in her asshole, his cock softening very quickly after that massive blast.

Then he slid his cock out of her and panted her ass lovingly. "You're one fine little piece of girl flesh, baby," he said. "The guys will love you."

Amy was left alone for over an hour in the small room, though her clothes, and even her glasses were taken from her. She sat gingerly on one of the table, weeping for a long time, gently probing her sore pussy and asshole, looking for blood, or some other sign she had been torn open. She didn't find any. On the other hand, the world looked very blurry without her glasses.

She was totally confused about what had happened, about why Paul had done that to her. What had she done to deserve this anyway! She wondered if it was true that they'd somehow found drugs in the car. How could there have been!

She huddled there, shivering and sniffling as she waited for them to bring her some clothes. She wanted to call her parents right away and tell them to come and hurry and get her out.

Paul showed up finally, and tossed her a blue dress. "Put this on, baby," he said.

She took the thing gladly and pulled it over her shoulders, gazing up at him with wide, frightened eyes. The thing was very tight, but she wasn't about to complain. She had to tug it hard to get it over her chest, and then jerked it downwards to her hips. It was very short, barely covering her loin.

"Come on," he said, motioning for her to stand.

She stood up meekly.

"Can… can I call my parents!" she gulped.

"Later," he said.

"Can I have my glasses?"