Attack!

I seize the opportunity and pounce on the skinny man. The muscular man doesn't have his weapon out and he's also unlikely to shoot if I'm grappling with his partner. If I can get behind him and get him into a **** hold I may be able to subdue him. I'm not wearing my clothes and I feel very ****, but I don't have a choice.

I practically swing around the skinny man by his neck and manage to get behind him in an instant. My arm presses against his throat while my other arm restrains his hand holding the gun. I wrap my legs around him, putting my full body weight on him in hopes of making him lose his balance. He starts flailing around in a panic, trying to throw me off of him. It's working!

I see the muscular man as I swing around, his face filled with concern.

"This crazy bitch!"

He tries to maneuver around to get behind the both of us, but the skinny man keeps moving and spinning frantically. I can feel his pulse on my bicep as I squeeze harder and harder.

The muscular man grabs a hold of my hair and tries to pry my arm off his partner's neck. I was correct, he won't use a gun. He manages to loosen my arm somewhat, but I still maintain the greater leverage, especially with his partner in a panic, not allowing him to get a good grip on me.

My head is jerked back and forth by my hair. He lets go of my arm and I have a moment of respite to tighten my grip. I feel his hand brushing against the skin between my thighs. What is he doing?! I squeal and my body lifts upwards in a panic, trying to get away from his hand which is now touching a very sensitive area.

His hand pushes up between my spread legs and he grabs a hold of whatever he can. He squeezes tightly and my vision goes red as I feel the most **** part of my body being crushed.

"No! Please! Let go! Please!"

My legs immediately release the skinny man so I can place my feet back on the floor. My arms unwrap and awkwardly try to grab the assaulting hand between my legs. I feel it moving and shifting as he tries to get a better and better grip. With each movement of his hand the pain shifts to a different area, some more excruciating than others. My whole body squirms and thrashes about, trying to find any position to lessen the pain. I yell and scream between ragged breaths.

He let's go and shoves me aside, causing me to fall to the floor. I immediately clutch myself to nurse my wounds and whimper softly as I try to cope with the excruciating pain between my legs. I hear the skinny man's voice.

"Shit, man! What'd you do?!"

His partner responds aggressively.

"I got her where it hurts. You can thank me later. Now let's find the data drive."

"We're just gonna leave her here?"

There's a pause in the conversation.

"No... As long as she's not a threat..."

The muscular man kneels down beside me. I can't bring myself to make eye contact with him. He shoves me to get my attention.

"Hey. Tell us where the drive is."

I say nothing, save for the occasional whimper that escapes my lips. I hear him sigh in frustration. I feel his hand reach between my closed thighs where my hands already are.

"Tell us or I'll have to crush your poor little pussy again."

I struggle and my cries intensify in fear. I have ****. Even if I don't tell them, they'll find it eventually. I'm in no condition to fight back any longer. I may as well tell them and spare myself any additional agony and humiliation, at least until they decide I'm no longer worth keeping around.

The End