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The next man used her just as brutally. In an instant he was rutting inside her like a boar in heat. Diana was nauseated by the sight of his grinning face. But when she closed her eyes, Yazeed used his cigarette on her nipple again. Even in her abused condition, the pain was overwhelming. With Yazeed holding her head up, she was forced to watch the faces of man after man as the grinning soldiers used her cunt, like they had already used her asshole, as a depository for their disgusting cum. While not as painful as the plunder of her ass, the way she was forced to watch the gloating men rape her was even more humiliating. She felt like a slut. Diana was overwhelmed by revulsion. She struggled to escape. It did no good; her efforts only goaded the men on to more brutal attacks on her. At least she was spared the humiliation of understanding their crude comments as they mistook her struggles for the throes of passion. As man after man raped her, Diana's struggles lessened until her sweat soaked body again hung limp in the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. Her asshole still dripped cum out of its distended spincter; now her cunt was also covered in the white spendings. It wasdripping in globs from her abused vagina to the floor below by the time the last man had finished with her.