Mark bashed her with his cock again, this time across the bridge of her nose. Karen felt sick at being beaten with a man's cock, but she wasn't going to give in. She couldn't keep them from fucking her cunt if they wanted, but at least she could keep her mouth shut to them. Mark's next blow hit her squarely across her lips, almost knocking her mouth open. She wondered if it was possible to be beaten to death with a prick.

"Suck!" Mark's voice was calm, commanding. His tone told Karen that he knew that sooner or later she was going to obey him. It made her want to resist even more.

His cock was leaking pre-cum now, and Mark stopped her prick-whipping to rub the slimy juices over her face. He painted her cheeks with his fuck-lube, then rubbed his cock all over her nose so that all Karen could smell was the scent of male excitement. He even rubbed the fat head of his cock into her eyes so that Karen couldn't open them without being stung by the salty liquid. And he leaked so much, more than her husband ever had, more than any of the few men she'd ever allowed to touch her body.

"I don't know if her husband ever fucked her," Wayne growled, driving into her with all the strength his powerful body could muster. "She's tight as a little girl, and a dead-fish fuck to boot. I guess you'll take care of the tight part, anyway."

"Move your ass for Wayne!" Mark ordered, painting Karen's lips with his greasy pre-cum. "And open your mouth, Karen, before I get impatient."

"Fuck, I can get her to move her ass," Wayne said with a laugh. Karen felt sick with horror at the thought of what Wayne had in mind. "You ready, you dead cunt? A little pain might do you good!"