Hannah continued to glare. Her strong arms were pinned to her sides and behind her back. Her muscled thighs tensed beneath her black shorts. Her voice was still bold. "I'm sure you can torture me into saying anything, into giving anything away, but we'd all know it was just fear and pain. We'd all know it wasn't real." Hannah couldn't yet believe there was anything that could be done to change who she was. Much less did she know the men not only planned to change her but also to, eventually, make her pay anyway.

Sarah scowled at the man. "I know I wasn't talking to myself. I'm a woman, in this as much as her. I'm not just her fetish, you racist pig!" She stamped one of her booted feet with the powerful legs of a former soccer player, ebony flesh ripping over toned, female muscle.


Minerva was in a panic as her virgin ass was taken, blood dripping from the tight opening even as her mature, rounded cheeks clenched wildly in an attempt at defense which only made the whole thing much worse on her. She was held by her soft thighs against the water tank even as her ass and head were manhandled. She spewed water out from both her mouth and nose, gasping wildly. She was wearing only her sneakers. "Time for my cage now?" she asked almost hopefully.

"I'll take it." Beatrice said, lifting the tray from between her toned, athletic thighs, spread in her attempts to fit comfortably into the cage so that her tiny red short shorts rode up and showed panties. She handed it back to the guard, waiting for her real food.

Dawn smiled weakly. "Thank you, Beatrice." She wiped her sweat dampened red hair from her forehead and tried to stretch inside her tiny cage. The ballgag still hung around her neck, ready to be replaced in a second.