One of your captors immediately lunges forward towards you, eyes wild and cock red and stiff as he pushes you down, preparing to thrust before being kicked in the face by one of his peers, blood, saliva and a few teeth fly from his mouth as one of the much larger bestigors snarls, curved horns pointing up towards the heavens as he lazily swings around, striking a few other lesser gors who've gotten too close for comfort as he moves in to take you like how a lion would take the kill of a pair of hyenas, before reaching down for your hips with a commanding, no nonsense approach as he bares a huge, horselike member and presses it against your all too vulnerable opening. With a stern, commanding chortle and one unyielding, yet slow thrust, you feel the bestigor's hard, virile length push inside you with surprisingly little resistance, filling you out even as one of the lesser gors is brave enough to approach your head and face, getting a low warning growl from the bestigor, but seemingly being allowed to do as he pleased so long as he didn't interfere with his better's rutting into you. As the red haired gor lowered himself to his knees, his own shaft tantalizingly close to your face as he looked down upon you with cruel, hawklike eyes and grunted.
With that, you feel the bestigor piston in and out of your cunny with a feral glee, thrusting into you at a frantically increasing pace as the one at your head gives your cheek a small tap with the head of his own cock before pushing towards your mouth, a wordless command not to bite as the beastmen attempt to turn you into a lewd spitroast!