Roll with the punches...

From Create Your Own Story

You drop to your belly and one of the men slaps handcuffs on, another man puts a bag over your head.

Feeling yourself hoisted up by the men, you are taken out of the apartment. You try desperately to control your breathing, but you can't fight the feeling of claustrophobia within the black bag.

Your body gets slammed on the ground of something metal, you can hear the men all sit down all around you.

"So Sarge who is this chick we've got bagged up?" says the man who's foot is closest to your left thigh. "Need to know mate, that's all I know." says the man closest to your right foot.

"She's really fucking fine eh" says a man with an unusual accent. His boot touches your belly and moves your singlet up.

You feel exposed, when one of your nipples get flicked hard.

"Oi! cut that shit out Mazza!" says the Sargent

"But Sarge, I think she likes it" Mazza smirks flicking your nipple again, you quiver under his touch so you attempt to curl into a fetal position. Suddenly you feel a pair of boots stand over you, one boot on other side. Hands move you on to your back, your legs instinctively curl up and cross over attempting to protect yourself.

You start to tremble and you bite your bottom lip trying desperately not to cry.

Two pairs of hands grab onto your legs and hold them down. whilst the hand you assume is from the bloke standing above you races towards your twat.

(tbcontinued)