"O.K. enough of this shit!" Andy grabbed hold of Denise, lifting up off the ground. "Get the back door open."

The photographer quickly obeyed, getting out Andy's way as he shoved past with Denise in his arms. The big man wasn't exactly gentle as he laid the naked girl down on the back seat.

After the thump of hitting the hard springs, Denise was quick to notice that just because she couldn't move didn't mean she didn't feel pain. It almost seemed as if her nerves were more sensitive than usual. Signaling to her if her body couldn't operate normally, it concentrated on whatever sensations it could find.

Even worse was as much as she hated it, Denise's body was tingling with every touch of Andy's hands!

Hands that were everywhere on her smooth skin as the muscle bound creep posed her once more. He had her laying across the rear bench seat, legs spread and ready for a good filling.

"Naw! Can't see her face good enough. Get me something to lean her against," Andy snarled.

The other man pulled a canvas sports bag out of the van and handed it to Andy. "Yeah, perfect," the big man said as he jammed it in behind the girl's back. Raising her head and shoulders for the cameras to look at.

The photographer snapped off some quick shots of Denise rubbing and squeezing her breasts, fingering her clit, and then a few of her begging her unseen lover to come do her hard.

"Great. Now let's get the hell out of here. We've been pushing our luck as it is."

Andy looked over a handful of the instant pictures, pulling out some of the raunchiest ones which he tucked into the jacket pocket of Alex's suit. He tossed two more onto the front seat just for good measure. Reaching into the back seat, two large hands pulled Denise out. Easily muscling her onto a thin pad in the back of the waiting van.

Denise lay exactly where Andy placed her, straining to get her body to move in any fashion at all. Not meeting with the slightest success.