Plead for mercy.

From Create Your Own Story

"Don't you dare-"

"Sshh," John says, pressing one hand over your mouth while the other palms your breasts. "My hands are busy right now, so you gotta do something for me."

You struggle to break free, but he pinches tit so hard it causes you to scream through his hand. You reach for his groin out of reflex, unzipping his pants in an effort to get him to stop hurting you.

His throbbing cock in your hand, he grins as you knead his meat. He inches it closer to your pussy, and it's all you can do to slow him down. You eyes widen as he penetrates you, thrusting dry into your vagina.

"Fuck!" you yell as his cock slams like a battering ram against your uterus. "Fuck! Oh fucking fuck!"

John spits on your face and thrusts harder, bearing his entire weight into one deep push. You cry out through his hand, but he remains in that position for minutes, feeling your pussy clench around his cock. He cums twice at least, you're not really keeping count because you're trying to reach for some kind of improvised weapon.

Lester steps on your arm, stopping you.

"Bro, what are we gonna do now?" he asks John. "She'll report us to the cops if we leave her."

"Then we don't leave her," John replies. "Grab from tape from my car, we're taking her back to my place."

He takes his hand off your mouth and puts his grip around your throat. The pressure on your windpipe and the pressure in your pussy come in equal amounts, both rising higher and higher until:

• You pass out and wake up up John's place.
• You grab a piece of glass and stab both John and Lester.
• You lie, begging for more to convince John you're into him.

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