No!

Graham unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs and off over her feet while Margaret kept a steadying hand on Janet’s shoulder.

“Now don’t worry about your clothes. Graham likes his girls to be naked, so I’ll have to do some cutting. But you’ll be reimbursed under the Clothing Scheme,” Margaret explained.

“What!? What the hell are you talking about?” Janet screamed. “Let me go, right now. Untie me. UNTIE ME!! You crazy bitch. What are you doing with those? Stop… Don’t… Don’t…”

Margaret produced a pair of scissors from her bag. With a deftness which spoke of long experience she cut through either side of Janet’s panties, then did the same with the back of her blouse, slicing it from collar to hem before pulling the tattered garment away. Finally her bra met the same fate.

Meanwhile, Graham removed her shoes before ripping the remains of her panties through her legs. It took less than a minute to strip her naked. Janet rolled onto her side and drew her knees up to her chest, seeking a position in which as much of her body as possible was covered.

Graham’s voice sounded hoarse with anticipation. “Thank you dear. You head back to the apartment, but leave me the gag in case she’s a screamer.”

The gag? Janet looked up to see Margaret handing a ballgag to her husband before bending down to touch Janet’s hair.

“Bye, dear. It was nice to meet you. I’m sure you’ll have a lovely vacation,” Margaret said calmly.

Janet was stunned. The woman was carrying on as if she’d just met a friend in a supermarket. “Don’t go! Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me with him. He’s going to **** me. Look at him. Oh, he’s going to **** me. Stop….”

As Margaret disappeared down the path Janet tried to tighten her fetal position, locking her knees together.

Graham turned back to her. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road!”

He untied her ankles, and she tried to kick him. Evading the blow easily, Graham rolled her onto her back, his lower body between her legs and his chest pinning down her abdomen. He began to kiss and lick her breasts, while a hand started to work her crotch.

“Nooooooo…..” Janet bucked and heaved, trying to dislodge the man above her. She gasped as a finger pushed between her labia. It hurt. Then it hurt less, and she realised with horror that her body was responding to the ****, producing lubrication in order to protect itself. But she knew that her attacker would interpret it as a sign of arousal.

“Oh yes, you like that, don’t you, you cunt? I knew you would. C’mon – fight me. Scream if you want. Here it comes…”

Janet felt him shift position, felt the blunt head of his cock sliding between her pussy lips. “Don’t.. Don’t.. Please stop.. I don’t… Ahhh… Urghhh…”

He drove it into her as far as it would go, then stopped, savouring the feel of her tight vagina. Then he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, pulling back until the head of his cock was almost out before spearing it back in. Janet tried to butt him with her head. She lifted her spread legs, bent her knees and tried to hammer her heels against his back. Subconsciously she realised that her resistance was only exciting him even more, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie passively while she was ****.

He picked up the pace, grunting as he drove into her. As her body rocked from the pounding, Janet realised that a familiar heat was starting to build between her legs. Oh God, I’m going to cum. Please don’t let me cum, she prayed.

The prospect of being **** to orgasm while she was **** was too horrible to consider. Desperately she tried to fight down the feelings.

“Stop. Please, stop. Just for a minute. Please…”

She knew her own body. She knew for about a minute before she climaxed that it was going to happen. During her "magic minute," if the stimulation stopped, she could hold it off. If only he would stop, just for a short time…

But he didn’t.

“Uhhh.. Uhhh.. Uhhh.. No…” She couldn’t stop it. She could not…

“Ahhhhh…….” The pool of fire in her belly erupted and consumed her. She came hard, head thrown back, legs trembling, pussy muscles clamping down on the cock inside her.

Graham was seconds behind her. Even as her own contractions were subsiding he groaned and came. She felt his cock jerk, then the warmth of semen being pumped into her.

For a minute the two of them lay, still coupled together, while their breathing returned to normal. Janet turned her head aside, humiliated by the betrayal of her own body.

“God, that was fantastic!” Graham grinned down into her face. “You’re a great fuck. I’ll have some more of you before the end of the week.”

He pushed himself off her. Immediately she began to bring her legs together, but was quickly stopped by a tremor which ran through her. Her clitoris and labia were swollen and sensitive, a consequence of the fucking she had received and the orgasm she’d suffered.

She struggled into a sitting position, taking her weight off her bound arms. Graham was finishing dressing.

“Well babe, thanks again. See you around.”

“Wait! You can’t leave me like this.”

“I think you’ll find I can! I’m a considerate guy – I’m saving your next admirer the trouble of stripping you!”

And with a final wave he was gone, leaving Janet sitting naked on the manicured grass, semen leaking from her abused pussy and with her elbows tied behind her.

Great. What the fuck do I do now? she thought.