The thugs could not help but be awed and aroused, their dicks stiff and erect under their pants, as they gazed upon her voluptuous and muscular gleaming copper body.
"Is she really unconscious? A woman as strong as Samba is could not be so easily tamed. Maybe she's trying to trick us?"
Without warning, one thug reached down. He buried his thick fingers into the soft, overflowing flesh of her left breast, squeezing with a brutal, bruising force, enough to leave white marks on the skin. Samba didn't stir. Her breathing remained slow, her body limp.
"Nothing. She's a doll. A big, beautiful, unconscious doll.
"I still don't trust it..."
The thug looked at some pipes, then back at Samba. A cruel smile touched his lips.
He stepped forward, picking up two pipes. They were about three inches in diameter, cold, old steel with rough edges.
"This is going to be a real test."
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