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The two of them rushed breathlessly to the other end of the banana grove. Looking up, they saw seven or eight burly men in wrinkled camouflage uniforms, each wielding a weapon, panting heavily as they surrounded a silver BMW sedan. Among them, two thugs had pinned a young man in a gray tracksuit face-down in the mud. The unlucky guy's mouth was stuffed with dirt mixed with grass, his expensive clothes ripped in several places by the gang, and his hair was caked with grimy mud. He struggled desperately, but with his arms twisted behind his back by two brutes on either side, all his efforts were futile. He looked utterly miserable.
In the middle of the thugs stood a burly man with a buzz cut and a small mustache—Buzz Cutter—who was yanking a long-haired woman out of the BMW. "Ah! Help, help me!" The woman screamed in terror, kicking and fighting back with all her might. Buzz Cutter grinned wickedly, grabbed her flailing legs, and roughly dragged her out of the car. He clamped his hand around her neck, pinning her spread-eagled across the hood of the BMW!
"Mmm—mmm—" The long-haired woman kept struggling, clawing and kicking wildly, but Buzz Cutter's grip on her neck suddenly tightened. She couldn't catch her breath, her eyes rolled back, and her limbs went limp. Her strength faded fast, and her resistance weakened.
"Damn it, you filthy bitch, how dare you kick me! Hell, today I'm gonna show you what my big banana can do right here in the grove!" Buzz Cutter spat viciously, freeing one hand to tear at her legs—"Riiip!" He shredded her thin, pale summer dress, wedged his knee between her tightly closed long legs, and kept her neck locked in his grip so she couldn't fight back. With his other hand, he quickly fumbled with his belt, making it clear what he intended to do, regardless of the woman's desperate resistance.
"Wahaha—Buzz Cutter, you’re the man! Dragged this little hottie out in one go! Heh, she’s got some fire in her, for sure! Bet she’ll be a wild ride!"
"Heh, no kidding! Those long legs of hers are something else. Getting squeezed by them a few times would be a blast! Hahaha—"
"Man, the moment I saw her, I wanted a piece! Look at how she twists her waist—so much power, heh! Buzz Cutter gets first dibs, then it’s my turn. I’ll shoot as much as I can! Wahaha—"
"By the way, I brought a bottle of Indian Magic Oil. Brothers, this little hottie’s so wild, we’ll need some magic oil to handle her! Ha—"
The thugs outside jeered lewdly, their arrogance on full display. The long-haired woman struggled helplessly on the hood of the BMW, but Buzz Cutter kept a tight grip on her neck. Her brain was starved of oxygen, her strength fading, her flailing limbs growing limp. Buzz Cutter forced her long legs apart with his knee, and seeing her weak, vulnerable state, his lust flared even hotter. Eyes wild, breathing heavy, he grabbed her pale dress and yanked it down hard—"Riiip!"
"Ah—" The long-haired woman let out a primal scream as her snow-white, curvy legs were exposed to the air. The camo-clad thugs around her couldn't help but cheer, their eyes glinting with greedy, predatory lust!
"Damn! This chick’s skin is so white and soft, I just wanna take a big bite! Bet she feels amazing! Heh, I hit the jackpot today—getting a taste of such fresh meat! Totally worth it, wahahaha—" Buzz Cutter cackled, rummaging in his pants.
"Mmm—mmm—phh—phh—" The young man pinned in the mud struggled desperately, but with his mouth stuffed full of grass and dirt, he couldn’t make any real sound. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, his body twisting wildly, determined to fight to the bitter end.
"Heh—Mr. Wayne Jr., looks like your luck’s run out! Now you’ll see what happens when you mess with Goldtooth! I’m gonna make you watch as your little sister gets taken by all these men! Heh, hooking up with a rich girl like Miss Wayne in the wild is a real treat! What do you say, Mr. Wayne Jr.? I can’t wait—gonna get it on with Miss Wayne right now!" Buzz Cutter sneered at the young man on the ground, laughing wickedly as he whipped out his ugly junk.
"Go on, Buzz Cutter, screw that chick hard! I love watching live shows—way better than doing it myself!"
"Buzz Cutter, you’re awesome! Look at how tight she’s squeezing her legs—bet she’s a virgin! Take good care of her!"
"Wow—she really might be a virgin! Buzz Cutter, you lucky bastard! Let’s watch him pop this pretty girl’s cherry—bet it’ll be wild! Can’t wait!"
As soon as Buzz Cutter whipped out his stiff junk, the thugs around him shouted excitedly, eager for what was about to happen.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wayne Jr. kept struggling in the mud. Realizing he was powerless to stop what was happening, he buried his head in anguish, unwilling to witness the beasts’ brutality. But right away, a thug stomped on his back, yanked his hair, and forced his head up, sneering, "Wahaha—Mr. Wayne Jr., how could you miss such a spectacular live show? Watch closely—see how your sister gets taken by the boys! It’s gonna be wild!"
Buzz Cutter started ripping off the long-haired woman’s tattered dress, reaching for her white panties with one hand, while gripping his ugly weapon with the other, ready to force his way in.