Nonconsensual

Chapter Thirteen- Spring Break

Another jurywoman stood. “For your ninth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience where you ended up in trouble with the law for what you had done.

Evelyn laughed.  “That takes me back to my college days again.  I hope you don’t think that I am pre-occupied with reliving my college days of glory, but there were some really memorable moments back then.  The delta girls and I had so much fun together.  But I guess you want to hear the story, not some nostalgic remembrances.”

Chapter Nine - Breaking Up

Another juryman stood. “For your fifth story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience within the past five years where you showed dominance over a man and caused him a great deal of not only physical but also emotional pain.”

Chapter Five - The Interview Begins

Rape.

Skye couldnt ignore what hed said. What he planned to to do to her. What was happening to her sister and her friends right at this moment. She looked around, seeing Ally on the table with her clothes torn and Paige being dragged to the bar. She swallowed. W what do you want from me? she said, looking up at the man with her voice shaking.

A rapedoll.

She barely made a sound as she felt Mark emptying his balls in her bowels, thinking that at least he was done with that. Sean released her hand, though and Amber knew, just knew, that he would be the next one to take her holes.

Now, Mark said, getting his shit-stained cock in front of her face. I believe you made me a promise about sucking?

***

What are you doing? Ally screamed, trying to fight the two large, rough-looking men that were holding her by the arms as they dragged her over to the nearest booth. Let go of me!

That fucking bitch.

Sean had tackled Brook from behind across her waist, knocking that damned toy from her hands, and Mark bent down and grabbed it as he dragged Amber after him. Cheating little bitch, he snarled as he dragged her over toward the back of the room, where Sean had taken the feisty redhead slut. She was still moving in his arms, trying to get away, but Kenny, Seans bartender, grabbed onto her legs, holding them tight so they could easily move her. Amber, for her part, was barely resisting, seeming to tremble just as weak as always.

Little bitch.

Chapter 9

On Monday morning, Joe looked up from his desk and saw Gillian in the doorway. He almost jumped out of his chair.

For Gillian had changed. Big time. It started with her face. Her old glasses were gone, replaced by big, thin-framed, black ones that added deadliness to the sensuality of her eyes. She wore makeup accentuating her high cheekbones. Her lipstick was a dark red and the pout of her mouth somehow told him he was in trouble.

Chapter 8

A door closed.

Gillian stirred, lifting her head. It was pitch dark and she had no idea where she was.

She was kneeling; tied face-down over a soft round pillow. She wriggled and thought she was on a bed.

Then she heard them.

"Which end do you want?" a boy asked.

"I want her cunt."

Gillian shivered and lay quiet.

"Okay, fuck, you got it; I want that mouth."

Chapter 7

Gillian sobbed and wept on the floor, desperately hoping they would leave her alone. But Dean was furious and he pulled her up at once, slamming her face-down on the table.

"Stay there or get tied up!" he snapped.

She sobbed, listening to the yells and moans as Jack slammed his cock in and out of Alda's hot sopping-wet cunt. He rammed the shrieking Alda into the bar with all his force, as his cock reamed her cunt out.

"Yeah, yeah!" he yelled. "Fuck, this is good! I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoooooot!"