Arya slowly woke, confused. Something hurt... Arya's eyes flew open as she realized what was happening. She immediately started to struggle, her body being held in place by ropes and by a pair of hands at her waist with a bruising grip. He grunted as he fucked the girl faster, uncaring that he was hurting her and not trying to make the experience pleasurable for her. There was something in her mouth that kept her mouth open in a wide 'O', and she felt the ropes being loosened from her wrists and ankles. Arya was flipped so the man fucking her was below, but before she could do anything to try to pull away, another man stepped behind her and penetrated her virgin ass. She cried out in pain, feeling as if she were being ripped apart. Arya saw a man step in front of her, and he gripped her pony tail hard, forcing her to swallow his hard length. Two man grabbed her hands and forced her to jerk them off while others crowded around to watch, beating themselves off at the sight.
The men had drugged Arya the previous night and had dressed her up like a whore. They had shaved her pussy clean and put a garter belt around her waist to hold up sheer red stockings. She had black ten inch heels on her feet, something they had chosen to make sure she couldn't walk. They had put a plaid green and black skirt that covered nothing more than the two inches just above her mound. She had a thin white button down cropped top that was three sizes too small covering a quarter cup bra that pushed her C's up high, and a tie to match the skirt rested between her breasts. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had on thick makeup.