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her rapist; but her struggles only goaded on the man raping her
to more brutal thrusts. A third man replaced the second without
a moment's respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly
as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of numbness
began. Diana still fought each thrust by her rapists, her
muscular arms and torso flexing futility. But with each new
attacker, her struggles weakened. By the seventh man, Diana was simply hanging limply in the ropes as the guards plowed her asshole. Her body was shinny with sweat. Her thighs were covered with a sheet of cum which had run down her legs to dry in a white scum on her tanned skin. Diana's head rested on her chest as her body was jerked up and down like that of a puppet by the guard's thrusts. At Yazeed's order, the guard raping her ass began to twist and pull on her sore nipples to get her to struggle again. The new pain coming from her abused nipples did made Diana fight feebly, involuntarily milking his cock as her body struggled feebly to escape.