Desperately try to move

You feel what seems like a blanket being pulled off from you as you try to move or make a sound.

"Let's see what is under this hospital gown" the first man says. You can feel him grab fabric which doesn't quite go all the way around you and yanks it off. You can tell from the air touching your skin that beneath the gown you were completely naked. "Nice" he declares as he sees your naked defenseless body.

"Got her chart here" The gruff voice notes. "Name is Ayami, date of birth... so she's 18. Car crash victim so no crazy infectious disease put her here."

"Good to know" the first voice says as he puts a hand to your left breast squeezing it a little hard causing you some pain. "Wouldn't mind catching something for a go on this though."

After all your efforts to move or speak you suddenly manage to open your eyes. It goes unnoticed by your groper and the gruff voiced guy as they are focused on looking at your body. You can't move your head so can only see the groper from your current position. Mid twenties you'd guess. Your eyes are drawn to his hair which is done in a spiky mohawk fashion. Green tips on the spikes with his natural brown colour underneath. He looks thin toned and has a rugged face. You see his eyes drift from your chest down to your nether regions.

"Very nice" he declares while taking a touch of your vagina. "Hairless pussy been a while since I seen that."

"There was something about that on her chart" the gruff voice says "They guessed psychological trauma from the accident stopped her body hair growing."

"Stop" You managed to say out loud weakly for the first time rather than just think it.

"Whoa she woke up" your groper realised "Hey baby just you relax." he said as he climbed onto your hospital bed and loomed over you looking you in the eyes.

"Please stop" you again managed to say quietly, finding it hard to make words travel up your dry throat.

"You've got a very sweet voice baby" he says still looming over you looking into your eyes "but I'm not going to stop." he squeezes your left breast again and enjoying the minor reaction you are able to make on your face from his unwanted touch. His other hand travels down towards his crotch pulling down his flies.

"Stop!" you manage a much louder declaration of your wish though the difficulty of it's delivery from your dry throat is evidenced in how your voice cracks. It only gets a chuckle from the man about to take his 'ride'.

"What the fuck are you doing Harry?" a new voice asks angrily from the smashed doorway. You finally manage to tilt your head and look in that direction at a man in his forties looking furiously at the scene in the room.

"We found a survivor" The groper you now know is called Harry says while quickly jumping off the hospital bed and turning away from the newcomer as he tries to slyly pull up his fly.

"And you were just going to fuck them?" The older man asks angrily "You can't just stick your dick into anyone you come across, for fucks sake Harry."

"Yes boss, sorry" you hear Harry say

"Get out of here both of you" The older man demands

The older man comes over to you as they leave and puts your blanket back over you.

"I'm so sorry about that" he says as he looks into your eyes. "My name is John can I ask your name?"