The Desire Managers: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Mae, Jillian
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This fear dawned as a certainty when she felt her ankles gripped from both sides and fought against the pressure that pulled her legs apart. She kicked and fought desperately, but she might as well have saved her strength. They had her. They had her good. There was nothing she could do but he there and take it. She waited, the tendons at her thighs hurting from the strain put on them. Then her whole body jerked in outrage at what one of them did next. There was low laughter at her unconscious reaction. The animals! The dirty, filthy degenerates! Doing a thing like that to a girl.…mehr

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This fear dawned as a certainty when she felt her ankles gripped from both sides and fought against the pressure that pulled her legs apart. She kicked and fought desperately, but she might as well have saved her strength. They had her. They had her good. There was nothing she could do but he there and take it.
She waited, the tendons at her thighs hurting from the strain put on them. Then her whole body jerked in outrage at what one of them did next. There was low laughter at her unconscious reaction.
The animals! The dirty, filthy degenerates! Doing a thing like that to a girl. If they were going to rape her, okay. There was nothing she could do about it. And if they weren't brutal it would work out all right. She was a fairly big girl nothing fragile about her, and taking on four rapists wouldn't kill her. It could wear her down plenty, but it wouldn't kill her as long as they played fair.
But doing that to a girl! What the louse was doing! Only a degenerate would think of it. They had her down, and if they wanted to take her like men, let them go ahead. But God! To have to lie there and-
Barbara tried to sit up. She was knocked back down again. She twisted, her body arced over her bound wrists and her belly tightened and heaved in reaction to the abuse that one of her invisible tormentors had devised. There was muffled laughter, snickering, in the room hidden demons out of hell amusing themselves by watching her struggles.
She fought against the shame and embarrassment of the spectacle she must had presented. Fought it because it didn't make any difference. Why should she feel ashamed in front of animals like these?
But Barbara's tormentor knew what he was doing. He was good. He'd had practice. He had evidently paid some hustler to hold still for him at some time.
Oh God! He brought her to the goal of the manipulation swiftly, and she fought the impulse to come up and meet him there on the crest of it; fought hard; but her body responded automatically and there was enough cooperation on her part to make the snickering come louder.