You let him lift you
From Create Your Own Story
Your mind and your body seem to be totally disconnected. In your head, you repeat to yourself Stay strong Ella, stay strong. They won't get away with this. You just need to power through. but as the stranger lifts you onto the seat beside him, your limp body puts up no resistance. You want to kick and scream and scratch and bite, but instead, you feel your legs assisting his arms in lifting you off of the ground. Your arms remain limp by your sides, and your eyes can't decide whether they want to stay wide open or slam shut. The two men stare at you, smiling in the most disturbing way, while you stare back. Your face is expressionless, but your eyes give away the fear inside you.
Instinctively, your arms and legs begin to move. You fold your arms over your chest and you attempt to cross your legs, but the man sitting beside you reaches out and places his hand firmly on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. "No, no, no, my flower." He almost whispers, his yellowing teeth bared at you. "Now's not the time to be getting shy on us. We're just about to start having some fun." His hand moves from your thigh to the back of your head, where he takes a handful of your wavy red hair. He pulls it gently towards his nose and sniffs it deeply, then he looks down at his accomplice, who is on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with a hunger in his eyes. "She smells great, Diran." he says down to him, before turning back to you. "See if she tastes as good as she smells."
The man on the floor, presumably Diran, springs forward and grabs both of your knees. At the same time, the man holding you hair pulls you towards him while sliding towards you, trapping your left arm against his body. You reach out with your right arm to try and stop Diran, but the other man is too quick and grabs your wrist. He pulls your hand behind your back, leaving you totally unable to fight back as Diran forces your legs apart.
"N-no, no..." You mumble as you struggle in vain to break free of your assaulters. "Shh, shh..." hisses the man holding you in place, his lips almost pressed against your ear. "Just let this happen, my love. We just want to make you feel good, yes?" He whispers. Diran gets himself right in between your legs, preventing you from shutting them. He pulls your dress up until it has been raised to just underneath your belly button. His fingers slide under the crotch of your underwear, pulling them to one side. As you feel his rough fingers press against your nethers, you struggle even harder. Just before you can scream, the man moves his hand from your hair to your mouth, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost putting you in a headlock. He keeps his face pressed into the side of your head, so that you can just see him out of the corner of your vision.
"Shh..." He whispers again as Diran's mouth makes contact with your pussy. He begins to whisper what would be very sweet compliments into your ear in a very different situation as Diran rapes you with his tongue, licking at your clit and sucking on your labia with almost painful vigour. The man in your ear tells you in excruciating detail how beautiful your face is and how perfect your body is. He tells you how much he loves you and wants to please you. He even goes as far as to say he wants to make you his wife and have equally beautiful children with you. This goes on for... you don't know how long. It feels like hours even though it was probably only a few minutes. The contrast between his sweet nothings and the sexual assault you are experiencing is jarring and confusing. Your senses are being totally overloaded, and to make matters worse, you can't even protest. But eventually, the car goes over a bump in the road and the man's hand slips away, giving you a chance. What comes out of your mouth can only be described as;
A harrowing scream, pleading for them to stop
A guttural moan, as pleasure overpowers you
| Status | ||
| Health | Healthy | Condition:
Sore, but alive |
| Mental State | Losing hope | |
| Day | 0 | |
