Providence.

I shriek. I shriek louder than I though I could.

The brace-faced girl's cold, unsteady, yet eager hand meets my crotch, sending a shiver up my spine. And so, with me writhing naked in the mob's clutches, her twisted idea of 'fun' begins.

My entire body contorts and convulses at the sensation of her fingers rubbing against my aroused womanhood; It's a sick feeling, like my body betraying me. Though I cry out for mercy, I also moan involuntarily; the young woman violating me chuckles, "Ooh~ looks like someone's enjoying this!" blatantly ignoring my suffering while she plunges deeper into my sex.

A wicked grin rests on the countenance of every woman present, be they the ones holding me helpless, or the cross-bitten bastard molesting me. The hand between my thighs rubs faster and faster; my breath quickening to match.

As the co-ed brings me to the very edge, I scream again for mercy, feeling uncertain any will come. "No! No!! Stop— Help!!—"

My toes curl. My throat dries. I shut my eyes, knowing I can't hold out much longer. Just when I can't take anymore, a thunderous impact sounds out— and the ravishing stops.

Opening my eyes, I watch the young woman who tore the one piece off my waist collapse—a stupefied expression on her face. Behind her stands, of all people— Raquel, hoisting a newly-dented frying pan.

"Well? Who's next?" The curvaceous angel inquiries to the gang of rapacious ruffians holding me hostage. The mob, drunk out of their minds, loosen the grip they have on me in unfounded fear of the frying pan woman; I collapse naked out of their grasps, relieved at my ass's fondling finally ending, and use my newfound freedom to cover my wet crotch and hard-nippled breasts with both hands.

**** to avoid orgasm—and the vile, lascivious ladies who'd bring me to it— I rush over towards and cling to my savior's voluptuous body. Cowering behind her to shield my nudity, wondering why she'd even be here, I ask, "Raquel?!? You know these reprobates?"

She taps a finger jestingly against her temple as she replies, "Nope, but they're too drunk to know that they don't know me. I just snuck in here for the food."

"Well, I can't thank you enough, Raquel. That was absolutely terrifying— you are the only reason I wasn't… wasn't…"

Her demeanor becomes more 'comforting', than 'easygoing' as I clutch harder against her marshmallow-y body; with my words fresh in her mind, Raquel says, "Well, I'm glad you're okay, I— "

"Wait!!" I shout, something of the utmost importance overriding my current worries, and making me speak over my friend.

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!!!

What about Ahab?!? He's probably being gang **** or something! I need to see if he's okay.

And Natalie too, I guess.