SURVIVAL WAS THE NAME OF THE GAME.
" Not one of these kids is over eighteen" she thought. "except this one with his dick in my mouth. Early 20s at most"
They knew little about sex other than an animal approach. They would use any woman as a wanking machine without any idea of enjoying the subtle delights of sharing sex with their partner. The thought of any pleasure other than simple ejaculation had evaded them.
"Take it bitch!" he grunted as he grabbed "J" by her neck and forced his now hard cock down her throat. Her nose was deep into his overweight gut and his balls slapped against her chin. He was long, wide and deep. She really thought her end had come. Her lungs were bursting and their sheer force ejected his cock enough for fleeting breaths.
She was terrified of this man. His ignorance and brute force that he purveyed was something new to her. She felt there was a real possibility that she would be killed.
He withdrew and mocked her distressful gagging. She took the back of his hand bravely as his knuckles and rings cut her face.
He eventually satisfied his self with an orgasm by cuming over her face. After which his interest was directed to a large joint. He sat in the corner smoking and chuckling to himself. And that was where he remained.
"J" gratefully gave into the attentions of the other teenagers who were like kids in a candy shop.
Of course, peer pressure ensured that each and all penetrated her every orifice, but their ejaculations were by wanking and cuming on her breasts and face.
Their leader was too stoned to organize "J's" fate so it was left to them.
They didn't want their lair known and they were not as far gone as their leader and the idea of dumping her body in a skip was too frightening for them.
Depending on your viewpoint "J" was 'lucky'.
They blindfolded her and dumped her out of the back of the Transit a few streets from where they had abducted her.
Ripped and bruised,her clothes in strips and a shoe missing, she rang the bell on Zelda's door. T.B.C.
