His lips were against hers, and she met his
tongue with her own, her body rising with passion to press against
his. XXX Finally the streams ceased and the
men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to
release their hatred. “Hot damn!” she heard her rapist exclaim as he pressed
against her hymen with his finger, sending pain
shooting through her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away,
as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light
of the locker room. She gasped as he entered her in one smooth motion: it didn’t
hurt this time, her previous rapist’s sperm lubricating the way for
her second violation. “Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up,” Tyrone was yelling, and Dan
quickly grabbed a roll of
