If you thought you’d spend time with Rebel Rhyder running errands, baking cookies or learning how to salsa dance, you’ve caught her on the wrong day. Today Rhyder’s got a gangbang to do, and she’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she jumps in the shower with her favorite toys—the gargantuan kind you’ve always dismissed as plain novelty, like those 30-liter wine bottles at the steak house. She drapes her asshole over each one, making them completely disappear. Held wide open, her gape is pitch black and deep, like a cave, until her red colon darts out like the Exogorth space slug in Empire Strikes Back.

Richard Mann drops in to check on Rhyder’s butthole. He’s got his buddies coming over to gangbang her tonight and doesn’t want her getting cold anus. He bangs her ass with all he’s got and is happy to see her prolapse peeking out between poundings. But Rhyder isn’t taking any chances. She has Mann call in Jonathan Jordan for a double anal—better spread than sorry.

The big night arrives and Rhyder is ready. Good thing too, because Mann’s crew is raw and merciless—like painted dogs running down an Impala. Tugged and tossed every which way, she’s choked, slapped and spat on ... and that’s just the foreplay. One pinches her nose while she blows, another holds her extended arms behind her with his foot on her back, maneuvering her from dick to dick. They jump in and out of her holes at breakneck speed. Two hammer her asshole while Mann pumps her snatch and another slides down her gullet. She falls into a dick daze. “Talk it out! We want to hear from you,” Mann commands. She smiles and takes their loads one at a time on her face. It was a good day.