Grope and Explore

He puts his hand on my chin, and makes me look him in the eyes. I feel my lower lip quiver as the first tear falls from the corner of my eye.

"Bitch, you gonna get fucked," he said calmly. "Plain and simple. You might as well enjoy it."

With that, his hands--those rough "worker's" hands--slid over my skin. I turned my head as he kneeded my breasts. Another set of hands ran up my thighs. I crossed my arms under my breasts and looked away. With a chuckle, Mike leaned in and kissed my silken neck.

Tyrone slid his hands up and down my thighs. I shifted my weight, weighing my options mentally: should I try to run? The bartender still blocked the door. I looked over at him. He was rubbing himself through his jeans. I knew I couldn't fight them, so I only really had one option, only one way to make it out without being beaten...

"I'll...I'll pay you to let me go..." I said. All three of them laughed.

"Oh, you'll pay all right," Tyrone said, his hand sliding between my thighs. Mike pulled my hair to one side, and ran his broad tongue up my neck and over my lips. I grunted and tried to pull away, but his strong hand held my head in place as he forcefully kissed me. His huge, calloused hands groped my breasts as his tongue violated my mouth. Tyrone's fingers found my pussy lips, and he began rubbing them through the thin fabric of my panties. Mike crushed himself against me. I could feel the power in his body, the natural athleticism, the savagery within. My heart skipped as I knew that this was only going to end one way...