I pulled on my cloak and was tugging it closed to tie the rope as I leaned to duck the shrubs and emerge between the trees. But as I stood, a viselike grip landed on my wrists to keep me from knotting the rope.

I gave a panicked scream. Looking at Vanquish’s hands on me. And the expressionless stares of the look alikes behind him. The only difference between them was that Racer had a mole under his left eye.

They’d forced me to learn the differences between them by bullying me endlessly when I messed it up. Now I was the only one in the Asara pack that could tell them all apart.

But I dread their faces now even more than before.

"Did you think you could hide from us?" Vanquish asked with viciously narrowed green eyes.

“What are you doing?” I leapt back.

Vanquish took a long step to follow me.

“Coming to see you.” Racer said. A dangerous light brightening his blue eyes.

“Yeah, we missed you this morning.” Hunter said. Stroking a palm against the crotch of his pants.

“We all thought about you last night.” Vanquish said in a low voice.

“Screw all of you!” I jerked at my wrists but Vanquish’s grip was unbreakable and he chuckled.

“Look,” Racer remarked. “you can see her big tits jiggling when she struggles.”

“I know.” Hunter moaned. “I want them today. Or her mouth.”

“We’ll all get a turn.” Vanquish said.

“No!” I shook my head.

“What?” Vanquish’s brow furrowed.

“She didn’t get to relieve herself yesterday!” Hunter realized. “We were so excited we got greedy.

“Yes,” Vanquish said. “we did.”

He gave them a long look over his shoulder. “Take her arms.”

“No!” I started screaming in holy terror. Kicking so hard that I managed to catch a foot in Vanquish’s chest.

He only grunted and took a step back to catch himself. Grinding out. “You’re going to pay for that.”

I looked at him fearfully.

Hunter and Racer lifted me by my arms and shoulders. Holding me tight enough I couldn’t fight them off.

Vanquish stood over me.

“Let’s give them something to look at.” He whispered near my face. Reaching in the neckline of my gown, he lifted my plump breasts out to drape over top.

Hunter groaned. “I want to fuck them.”

Vanquish kindly tied the rope at my waist and I thought perhaps something good might happen. But then he crushed my skirts in his fists. Working them up to tuck into the rope so the nest of my sex was readily visible.

“Let me go!”

“Gag her.” Hunter told Racer.

“Well, tip her back here.”