"Don't fight us." His voice is a demand in my ear. "You want this. We want this." I resist again as Paul presses against my unrelenting muscles. "We're going to claim that virgin ass of yours. Going to f**k you, one hole for each of us. Going to make you realize just how good it feels to be that dirty little whore you want to be you fight to deny." I begin to shift again but this time it's because no matter how overwhelming the situation is I don't want to be at the mercy of two men I can't even see- I'm dripping in moisture. My desire to continue is more than evident as it slides out of me and over our connection. I hold onto the inexplicable and misguided sense of trust that I feel with the man who began this whole bizarre situation. I grasp onto the now and not the why as Marco's dick pushes into me. The searing pain assaults me when he forces his head through the tight ring of unforgiving muscles. My eyes water and I shout out at the indescribable pain. My body bucks in resistance as both men use their hands to hold me still. "Hold on. Once his head's in, we'll let you adjust," he almost croons to me against the riot of noise filling my head. "Don't make me gag you," he warns when I don't stop.