You're too proud to give him the satisfaction

An image of yourself pops into your head. You see yourself nod meekly, admitting what your throbbing pussy already has. That being helpless and abused and entirely at the mercy of these toxic bigots is turning your insides to mush. You see yourself sink submissively down to your knees, admitting your natural inferiority.

But that's not you. You're not going to give this overgrown boy what he wants. Even if your shaking knees refused to support your weight. Even if your pussy juice was soaking through your pants. Even if you wanted to say yes.

"Well, what is it little girl?" He was really digging that knuckle into your clit now. "Are you gonna admit it?"

"...n...no..." you barley manage to squeak out your denial.

"Whaaaaat?" The CHUD squeezes your pussy even harder, making you wince. "Can't heaaarrrr youuuuu..."

"F-fuck...FUCK YOU!" You somehow manage to push out the words. You wanted to sound brave and defiant, but your voice in your ears is ****, shaky... pathetic.

The men just laugh, none louder than the one currently sending waves of humiliating pleasure through you with the rough motions of his calloused hand. He spits in your face again, this time hitting you square in the eye. You squeeze it shut, not daring to open your mouth. You want to cry out in shame and despair, but you're afraid the pleasure will find your voice instead.

"Well that's just too damn bad, girly. I guess if you're not liking this I'll just let ya go." He winks at the man behind you, who releases his grip on your arm and your neck. You don't even have a moment to enjoy the sweet release before the man in front of you tightens his grip on your pussy and uses it to shove you unceremoniously into the crowd.

You flail and stumble, the men roaring in laughter as arms reach out and hands grab at your clothes. You're caught by one man who pulls painfully at your breasts. You yelp and are pulled away, this time into the arms of three men in stained hoodies who quickly push their hands up your shirt and down your pants. You twist and struggle to no avail. Your breath quickens and your cheeks get hot as rough hands slide over your smooth skin. The hands reach under your bra and into your panties.

"Ah!" a soft, sharp cry escapes your lips. It's drowned out by the cheering and yelling of the crowd, but the look on your face is unmistakable. Just as soon as the triple-**** had begun you are pulled away again. Your pants are unbuttoned and your fly is halfway down. Your sweatshirt is disheveled and you can feel your breasts are free of your bra. You notice the tenor of the crowd change as you are pulled back into the embrace of your next attacker.

"Hey now, looks like Josiah wants a go." The men laugh, but it's not the jeering insults of before. They're laughing with the man who now holds you firmly in his grasp. You feel a hand slip down inside your panties and another up your shirt to cup your bare breast. You let out a long, low moan as fingers start to expertly circle your rock-hard nipple and throbbing clit.

The man puts his mouth up to your ear, close enough that you can feel his lips move as he speaks low and calm. "There there, that's a good honest girl. You didn't admit it to Eric, but you can't lie to me. I know what you are. I know you're loving this." He pinches your nipple for effect, making your eyes and mouth shoot open. "Look at all those men watching you get off on this. They wanna fuckin tear you apart. And that just drenches your little pussy, doesn't it?"

Fresh tears spring from your eyes. You don't want to admit it, but it's true. The sight of all of those hate-filled men, and the memory of their strong hands grabbing at your body, makes you burn with need. But a need for what? "Aaaaaggh..." the man's fingers draw a guttural moan from you. He rolls your slick clit between his index and middle fingers, while the thumb of his other hand flicks across your stiff nipple, occasionally dragging the nail across it.

His breath is hot in your ear. "I can protect you from those animals. If you're a good girl and play nice I can take you away from here." You can't believe what you're hearing. You can't believe what you're feeling. You've never been this wet in your entire life. Be a good girl? "Orrr... I can just let you play with my friends." You weakly shake your head no. He nibbles your ear and intensifies his manual ****. "So you're gonna be good, then?"

Even as a whisper, you can't believe the sounds coming out of your mouth. "pant...pant...y-yes...anh!"

He bites your ear again, harder. "Say please."

You close your eyes, still in utter disbelief at what you cannot stop yourself from saying. "P-please...pant...ah...AH!"

"Please WHAT?"

"Please please I'll be good! Ahhhh..."

He squeezes your nipple and twists, his other hand rubbing madly at your clit. "A good WHAT?" he barks in your ear.

"A good girl! Please-ANH-P-PLEASE I'll be a good giirrrlllllll-HAHH!" Your knees give out as your orgasm rocks through you. All of your weight is resting on the hand still digging into your sopping wet pussy. You gasp for breath as the men laugh and cheer.

"Good job, Jo!"

"You really showed her not to fuck with us!"

Josiah brings his hand up from your pussy and cups your chin. Your girljuice smears on your face as he points your gaze at a hulking Ford F-350 parked just across the street. "Well then be a good girl and get in my truck."