"Oh relax Monica, you'll have all the balls you want, trust me, there's enough balls to go around! We promise you premium statisfaction! Isn't that right?!"
The others laughed in assent at the unfunny joke.
They bent over her lithe helpless body. On the walls of the cave, their huddled shadows looked like a wake of vultures feasting on a corpse. Their massive hands groped her breasts, Monica felt their sweaty fingers trickling all over her skin, they grabbed and squeezed her butt like it was a water ballon- all under the pretext of taking off her clothes.
Unwilling to take it lying down, she fought and kicked like a ferocious dog. Eyes wild, and breath frantic, her jaw continued to snap and her teeth hunted for anything to bite at all. Eventually, she got lucky one time and managed to sink her teeth deep enough to draw blood from one hand.
But her victory was short lived.
