My mind raced. As his smooth hands pressed my breasts together, the other men stepped forward. I was powerless. My cover, the only thing protecting me, was completely blown. "A man inside" he had said. "So someone set me up for this..." I thought as the one holding my arms started to slowly rub them up and down.
They were chattering in Arabic and chuckling. The doctor leaned forward and tenderly kissed my neck. He whispered in my ear. "You better give them a reason to keep you around." My lips were set in a hard line and my eyes raged as his tongue slid down my neck and over my light pink, painfully erect nipples. The men pointed and joked. Feeling his smooth tongue caused me to let out a huff of air and a sigh when he sucked one into his mouth.
"If I play along, will they be gentle?" I asked as I saw a couple coming closer. One was rummaging in a bag for something. The doctor looked up and grinned.
"Do you think the boss sent a doctor along if they planned on being gentle with you? The best you can hope is that the take out all the anger inside you and not on your face." The leering men came closer. One produced a large knife. I struggled and twisted my arms, but the thug holding me was just too strong. I screamed as one of them grabbed my skirt as the other one cut it, leaving me in my silky green panties, black pantyhose, and garters.
They stepped back, admiring my body as the doctors hands played over my abdomen. I struggled again, but it was no use. His smooth hands slid around my waist, and gently over my ass. I bit my lip as his fingers slid along the line of my panties and under them. I felt his fingertip press against my asshole. I shuddered and gasped as he put more and more pressure, waiting for it to pop in. I looked him the eyes and panted until finally it did.
The doctor chuckled and turned to them, saying something. From their reaction, I could guess he was telling them how tight I was. "So, Gwen. How shall we begin, eh?" the doctor said, slipping his finger out. I didn't say anything, just tried to think.
"Okay. Not going to talk my way out." I thought. "Maybe if I can get away..." But no. There were too many of them. I'd have to wait until they were asleep. Which meant I was in for a long, long night. They were starting to drop their gear. The one behind me let my arms go when he felt the fight leave me. Now his thick, calloused hands roughly groped my tender breasts as the doctor's hand slid into the front of my panties.
His eyes went wide. "She's soaking wet!" he said in English, holding up his wet and glistening hand for the others to see. "Look!" he said, chuckling. I blushed in embarrassment, but he was right. My panties were soaked, and my thighs dripped with my juices. The doctor tore my panties off with a violent rip. The one behind me grabbed me around the waist. I pushed on his forearms, but he was far too strong. The men came forward.
I tried to swivel my hips to avoid their hands, but there were just too many of them. Rough, desert hands of men all wanting to feel my wetness. I bucked and whimpered as their fingers found my dripping sex. Other hands mauled my breasts, rubbed my thighs, or groped my ass. One of them held my leg up so the others could feel my shamefully juicy cunt. Fingers slid along my lips, dipping into me, probing my wet, hot pussy. I was surrounded in a sea of eager hands, fingers found my asshole and roughly penetrated it as I cried out and tried to pull away, but they held me tight. My eyes narrowed to slits, and I started panting as my body betrayed me to their rough, calloused hands.
"Hold on." the leader said, getting involved for the first time. "Before you goons get too excited, I want to do something first." I looked over at him, and saw his war-scarred face. He had stripped to the waist. Shrapnel wounds peppered his left side, and what looked like a knife scar adorned his impressively muscled chest. I had no idea what he planned on doing to me, but I hoped it didn't hurt... |