As you attempt to flee, Alex tears after you, his mind awhirl with panic and desperation. "Wait!" he calls out, trying to catch up to you despite the distance between them. He's terrified of losing you now; of making things worse. The sound of your bound hands slapping against the sand is a haunting echo in his ears as he chases after you through the darkness.

Alex catches up to you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lifts you into his arms. He's shaking with relief and guilt as he cradles your body close, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

His voice cracks with emotion as he continues, "I just want you to be safe...

You moaned and arched your hips into his hand, desperate for more contact as he fingers found your clit, rubbing in tight circles that sent shivers of pleasure through you. Your wetness coated his hand as he thrust two fingers inside you, curling them up to massage your G-spot. "Fuck," you groaned, your body tensing as you felt the approaching orgasm.

The fat man growled and withdrew his fingers, positioning his cock at your entrance.

The fat man grinned wickedly as you spread your legs eagerly, revealing yourself to him. He growled low in his throat and thrust forward, burying himself inside you in one rough motion. You cried out at the force of it, your body tensing around his invading cock as he began to move roughly, claiming what was his with each powerful stroke.

"That's right," he groaned, "enjoy it."

The Master growled low in his throat as he continued to touch her roughly. "They are mine now too," he whispered darkly, "just like you." He increased the speed and force of his fingers inside her, driving her towards another orgasm even as she struggled against the realization that she was completely helpless against him.

Her voice came out in a whimper as she pleaded once more, "Please let my friends go." But there was no mercy in his eyes, only desire and control.

The Master chuckled darkly as he felt her body begin to tremble beneath him. "You think you can deny me your pleasure now?" He pulled his fingers free of her once more, leaving her gasping and shuddering on the trunk of the fallen tree. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he leaned in close, whispering, "No, Malika. Your pleasure belongs to me." With that, he roughly pushed two fingers back inside her, filling her completely and driving her even closer to the edge of ecstasy.

The store manager's eyes glinted with excitement as he took in your pleading, terrified expression. "No," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "This is what you get for trying to run away." With that, he leaned forward and forcefully pushed his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as his own while one hand roughly groped your breast and the other roughly spread your wet folds, exposing your tight little hole to his eager fingers.

The store manager groaned as he felt your body respond to his touch. Your wet heat surrounded his fingers, and the tightness of your hole was driving him wild with desire. He thrust two fingers inside you, curling them up to find your sweet spot as he continued to ravage your mouth with his tongue.

"That's it," he muttered hoarsely, "take it." His other hand squeezed your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

The prince studies her body intently, taking in every detail of her curves and the marks left by the ropes. His free hand slides lower still, brushing against the smooth skin of her stomach before cupping her other breast. He squeezes roughly, twisting his wrist to apply even more pressure as he kneads her flesh through the leather.

"A knight, hmm?" he muses, looking down at her with hungry eyes. "I think I have a use for someone like you."

Atlas can only manage a muffled, indistinct noise as she tries to respond. Her eyes plead with the prince for understanding, but the gag keeps her words trapped inside. She arches her back again, writhing against the restraints in an attempt to draw closer to his touch.

The prince steps even nearer, bending down so that their faces are only inches apart. He brushes a stray lock of hair from her forehead before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.

Jack grinned wickedly as he continued to pound into her. "That's because you're our property now," he growled, his hot breath fanning across her face. "And we can treat you however we want." His hips slammed against hers over and over again, driving him deeper inside with each thrust.

Jack laughed harshly and slapped her ass once more before thrusting harder than ever into her tight channel. "I'll finish when I want to," he growled between clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on hers. "And you're not going anywhere." He reached down with one hand to roughly grasp her breast, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple until she winced in pain again.

The fat man Tom watched them both intently, licking his lips as he prepared to take his turn once more.