I cheated a bit, and slipped in a cheeky (very short) second paragraph. I certainly hope you all will forgive me.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why?” The girl was nearly catatonic, lost in a daze, as Buzz unhooked her limbs from the wooden pallet she had been strapped to for the past several hours. That wasn’t an unusual reaction, when you take a girl who had been a sheltered co-ed and make her the unwilling sex toy of an entire biker gang, and Buzz had seen it a million times. Still, this one was particularly insistent, whimpering about “why her” even as she barely clung to consciousness. So, as Buzz moved her to the next position, he altered the usual straps to answer her question. Bending her nearly in half, he strapped her knees on either side of her head, preventing her from turning her head away from the scene he was setting. Then he used another strap, ensuring that the v of her thighs would stay directly above her face. Finally, standing over her, he slapped a meaty palm against her ass until he heard the choking scream that meant she was fully conscious. He could only imagine what went through her mind just then, as she stared up, able to see only the bright light directly above her, her own swollen cunt spread grotesquely open by the position he’d forced on her, and his rock-hard member.
“This was the only reason we needed, whore.” Grunting, Buzz thrust himself into the girl. Her screams rang out from beneath him like a siren, and the rest of the gang gathered around at the signal that it was time for Round Two.