Too tired to struggle

Seb grabbed the bottom of Penny's cardigan and pulled up, taking her T-shirt with it. He bunched the fabric up under her armpits and moved to pull up her sports bra as well.

She was very tense. She tried to focus on breathing, not give in to panic. She held her arms out a little ways so Seb wouldn't have to move them. She tried to stay out of his way.

It was not easy to stay calm. Not at all.

She could see that this might be working. The two **** men seemed uncomfortable. They stared at her body, but their posture suggested resignation more than lust.

Seb pulled up Penny's bra and exposed her to view, but he didn't stop to play with her tits. Instead, he immediately unzipped her jeans and then yanked them down--taking her boy-shorts underwear with them.

Every muscle in her body got even more tense, somehow. She **** her face to show annoyance but her mind was already spiraling into panic.

Oh please, someone stop this. Let the police come through. Let a neighbor notice. Anyone. Please, please!

"Hmmm, not shaved but neatly trimmed."

"Fuck's sake, man. Look at that body. Looks like a child." It was one of the **** men. Young face, messy hair, fat gut, beer in hand. He looked like a loser. Penny recognized the voice as the man with the younger sister.

"She's not, though. You can hang back and do photos if you're not feeling this."

WHAT?

"You think she's got experience?"

"Reverse search didn't flag her, she's not in the biz."

"How's she feel?"

Seb reached around Penny and moved his hand downward. She didn't realize what was happening until the tip of his finger found her bush and then dropped a bit deeper to sink between her pussy lips.

The man didn't even get that dirt-covered finger into the opening before Penny flinched away and squealed, "Wait!" She swept her arms down to defend herself but it was too late, Seb's hands shot up and completely secured her face again.

"See? She's not so calm after all. Get the phone."