Remain where you are and ask for help
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Current revision as of 08:30, 26 February 2022
"Remain where you are and ask for help"
It turns out, even though you can move, you can't get up. You can only wriggle and writhe in place. You're not going anywhere for a while. You try calling out for help, but people on the beach walk past you, step right over you. Some gawk at the invitation, others rub their cold, dirty hands all over your exposed breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples as you shudder and struggle in vain. Aside from the perverts, everyone acts like you aren't even there.
That is until you're acosted by three very young-looking teenage boys. One is a little blond boy, another is a grimacing little redhead, and the last one is a rather cold and aloof black haired boy. They're very short and have slender frames.
"Hey, check it out!" the ginger one calls out as he grabs the card right next to you, the other two boys staring at you in awe. "Some older kids are throwing a cool party, and there's no age limit! There's gonna be booze and girls!"
"I-I don't know..." the blond one says in a low, soft voice. "I think it might be dangerous. Those guys burying her earlier seemed like a rough crowd, and this lady doesn't look very happy..."
"Friggin' perverts." The dark-haired one scoffs. "This lady is obviously a fetishist. Probably asked them to do it for some kind of BDSM crap."
"Hey!" You object, staring directly at the three boys. "I'm not a pervert, I'm not a hooker, and I'm not going to any stupid party! I passed out after an accident and some stupid pricks did *this* to me! Can you please just dig me out and bring me back to my car?
After hearing your plea and seeing your distress...
