Monica
Beautiful hitchhiker walking along a country road. You decide to take a chance and pick her up. But what is she doing out here to begin with?
Her eyes widen in fear as the men close in around her, tearing at her clothes and touching her roughly. One man pins her arms above her head while another rips off her shirt, revealing her bruised and bloodied body to the leering group. She tries to scream but no sound comes out; all she can do is choke on her terror as they take turns violating her in every conceivable way.
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Her body feels like it's being torn apart as the men continue their savage assault. She whimpers and sobs, begging them to stop as they ignore her pleas and take turns raping her. The pain is unbearable, but it's nothing compared to the shame that burns through her like acid.
She tries again to summon the strength of an alien warrior, but it does little good against their brutal strength and endless lust.
"Oh, Garth,"
she breathes out, stepping closer to him as he approaches with the key. Her hand slides between them again, cupping his growing erection. "I can't wait."
She takes the key from him, leading him over to the door and unlocking it with practiced ease. The room is dark and musty, but she doesn't seem to notice as she pushes him inside, tossing her bag onto a nearby chair.
"So,"
“Uh huh?” I say, ready to agree to anything she has to say. I hop onto the nearest bed, not bothering to check the sheets for cleanliness or bed bugs; no time for that. “I’m all yours,” I say, my face as giddy as a kid in a toy shop.
"Mmm,"
she hums, closing the distance between them in just a few steps. Her lips brush against his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "I thought we could take our time with this."