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By now all ten of the guards had left their cum in her asshole. Yazeed toyed with the idea of allowing them a second chance at her. He wanted to see this arrogant woman abused further until she was only a shell of her former self. Fom his past experience, he was sure that the gang rape had shattered her physiological armor and left her vulnerable. Continuing, he reasoned, would make her even more compliant to his demands. He ordered the guards to stand away from her. Yazeed walked behind Diana and stared at the results of the guards' rape. Her spincter was still open, its edges protruding outward. A stream of whitish cum literally poured out of her ass and on to her thighs. The cum was drying in a sticky sheet which stained her thighs halfway to her knees. Diana was moaning softly into her gag, her head resting on her chest. Her breasts were heaving as if she had run a long distance; her muscular body was soaked in her own sweat and that of the guards. Yazeed knelt in front of her as he absentmindedly stroked himself. He stared at the exposed cunt of the captive female pilot. He ran one hand up her leg and then to her cunt lips. The bare skin around her cunt allowed him a clear view of the delicate inner lips, protruding slightly. He ran his fingers over them and into the cunt itself. Good, he thought, she is dry. He had been afraid that she might actually be aroused by her anal rape. This was much more satisfactory.