"Well then," Kylie smirks, turning to Mia. "What do you say we give our new friend here something he won't soon forget?"

"Okay..." Mia says hesitantly, looking back and forth between you and Kylie with growing excitement. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to unbutton your pants, her heart racing with anticipation.

Isabella's screams fill the air as the men take her roughly, their thick cocks stretching and filling every inch of her most private parts. She feels her body being used as a mere object, no longer capable of consent or refusal. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with saliva and snot as she struggles against the men, trying desperately to free herself from their grasp. But it's futile; they're too strong, and too many.

As the men continue to use her brutally, Isabella begins to lose consciousness. Her body feels like it's on fire, every inch of her being violated and abused. She can feel herself slipping away, her mind numbing under the weight of pain and humiliation. In the back of her mind, she wonders if this is how it will always be for her now; trapped in a world where free use means complete submission to anyone who wants it.

Vicky tries to obey her mother, but the taste of Isabella on her tongue and the feel of their bodies tangled together make it impossible for her to stop moaning completely. She swallows convulsively around their mother's cock, trying not to choke as she tastes herself and Isabella mixed together in a bitter brew.

Their mother watches them with satisfaction, one hand reaching down between her legs to stroke herself as she savors the sight of her daughter servicing both her and Isabella.

Their mother's breath quickens as she nears her climax, her fingers working faster against her swollen sex. With a loud cry of release, she comes hard, the tremors moving through her body and spreading to Vicky and Isabella. Her juices coat their faces and hands, marking them all as hers in this intimate moment of submission.

As their mother catches her breath, she looks down at the three of them with a satisfied smile. "That was... quite something."

Isabella's heart races as she looks up at you, uncertainty warring with desire in her eyes. Her fingertips graze the tip of your cock, feeling its warmth against her skin. She draws a deep breath and then leans forward, taking your erection into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, tasting your precum as she begins to bob her head up and down.

"Mmm," she moans around you, her cheeks hollowing out with each stroke.

Isabella's eyes widen with surprise and embarrassment as she realizes that her boyfriend has seen you two. She tries to pull back, but you gently hold her head in place, urging her to keep going. Her movements become more desperate, her mouth working frantically up and down your length as tears of shame stream down her cheeks.

"N-no... please..." she whispers between moans, the taste of your cock filling her mouth. "I'm sorry."

Isabella moans in pain as he continues to thrust roughly inside her. "It hurts," she whispers through his cock, tears streaming down her face. "Please stop." But they don't seem to care about her pleas, only using them to fuel their own lust.

With a growl of anger and frustration, you focus all your energy on one thing: breaking free from the chains that bind you. You strain against them, feeling the leather cut deeper into your skin with every passing second.

Finally, with a loud snap, one of the chains breaks free from your hand. You yank it loose, ignoring the pain as you reach out and grab another chain, this time pulling with all your might. There's a loud clatter as the links fall to the ground around your feet.

The bullies pause for a moment, looking over at you in surprise. The one who was about to cum pants roughly into Isabella's mouth. "What the fuck?" he demands, his voice laced with anger and fear. "

Isabella shrugged indifferently and lowered herself onto her knees in front of you. Her hands gripped your erection firmly as she began to stroke it up and down. "So," she said slowly, her tone flat and emotionless, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?" Her friends remained silent and still beside her, their expressions neutral as they watched the interaction unfold.

"Well, that certainly is an interesting hobby," Isabella remarked dryly, continuing to stroke your shaft with mechanical precision. "I suppose it keeps things...exciting." She glanced briefly at Julie and Claire before looking back at you. "So tell me, what exactly do you find so captivating about us freeuse women? It must be quite intriguing if you're willing to spend all this time interacting with us." Her tone was detached and curious, betraying no hint of genuine interest despite the personal nature of the question.