Mr. Travers has needs

"You arrogant sluts think your body makes you so damn special." He was angry now. He brought their faces close together, hunching over a bit to whisper menacingly into her ear.

He was holding her head and mouth very tightly, and it was painful.

"You strut around in clothing that shows off your body, wearing t-shirts and shorts even as a teenager! How do you think men like me are supposed to have a chance in your world! Can we get younger?"

He stopped and took a good look at her chest, where the nipples on her small breasts were hard from the cold air.

"We can't even look any more! You have no idea how much of my money I have spent to get some simple, shallow archives from the days before the NGI. Slow hard drives, carefully kept offline at all times, viewed only on wired monitors."

OH FUCK NO.

It was not comforting to know of this hobby. The NGI made it very, very difficult for child pornography to exist. Mr. Travers would have to be well-connected and very bold to find a hard drive full of it.

He was a dangerous man, and he was holding her tightly while she was exposed.

It wasn't good.

He suddenly thrust her toward the ground, next to a hedge. The grass tickled her pussy a little but the hedge actually hurt, with dense branches to scratch at her back and her head.

Penny could have broken free with a little more strength, but it wasn't there. The long night, the earlier ****, the cold air, the sudden impact with the ground, and the blocked airways were all depriving her of the energy to keep resisting.

Mr. Travers put one knee to the ground, between her legs. She was too slow to close them and now his sweatpants were **** against her sore labia by his warm knee.

The warmth distracted her. She was really cold, actually. Did he even care?

Probably not. He used his free hand to pull his fully erect cock out of the top of his waistband. It seemed a lot smaller than Seb's but it was very intimidating to have it in front of her face.

Penny was barely even wondering what he intended any more. She was slipping out of awareness and starting to daydream about escape scenarios, none of them very likely.

"Yeah, I guess I agree. You sure look like you have learned a lesson. But keep your mouth shut about this or I will find ways to make you regret it."

And then he walked away, taking Max home.

Hell, what? What was that? I didn't say anything. I couldn't even breathe!

There was no time to wonder about it. Penny let the shredded remains of her cardigan stay in the hedge, and she went straight home.