No.

she pulls quickly to the left trying desperately to run after her Dianna before she gets too far away, before she cant find her. Her arms slip from the jacket as she sacrifices it to the festival gods in an attempt to appease them into letting her escape.

The gods of the rave find her sacrifice wanting. As the hand still wet from her juices grabs her by the neck and pulls her back. She catches a glimpse of her jacket sailing through the air into the crowd before vanishing

It was a weird thing to think about, how she had been wearing virtually nothing and that small thing stripped from her suddenly left her feeling exposed and ****. More **** than the hands probing her pussy or grasped around her neck. The air flowed freely over her breasts, perky and poking through the mesh. She tried to struggle again, grasping at the hand around her throat and pulling at it but it held firm and even tightened its grip.

Then she felt the other hand once more. The one that has stripped her outer layer of armour grasp at the mesh between her legs.

"No... please..." she whimpered. But it didn't matter, the mesh began to tear and what feeble protection they offered turned into an invitation as her exposing pussy was exposed even further.

She knew what was coming next as the strong hand lifted her up by the neck and guided her back towards him. The massive cock head pressed against her little entrance.

"It wont fit" she fruitlessly cried as he began to lower her onto it. She felt the strain as her entire body weight descended upon what felt like an iron rod. She screamed as the head **** its way in and then stopped. Not because he had taken a hint of mercy, but because he simply didn't fit even with all of her weight upon it. Sarah looked pleadingly into the crowd of revelers. She could see dozens of people locked in carnal embrace all around her. Two in particular stood out amongst the others. A couple standing right in front of her

She was wearing a mesh shirt and leather pants, platinum blond with sharp angular features. Her left arm was wrapped around the mans neck focusing his eyes right at her as her right end had his cock pulled out of his pants and she was slowly and firmly stroking his shaft to Sarah's torment as she struggled against the monster of a man forcing himself inside her. Their faces showed that they were loving every second of it.

She wanted to scream at them as the hand upon her hip began forcing her down harder and more mammoth cock ripped into her, she could only pant and gasp as her skin broke out into a cold sweat from the pain and violation.

Her audience only grinned bigger and the woman only stroked harder and faster. The man began to thrust his hips now. Working his way deeper with each movement, filling her more than she ever thought possible. The pain was excruciating, her pussy burned more than when she lost her virginity. She could barely breath as the mans grip tightened around her throat in his need. Yet she could feel it begin. That hint of pleasure behind her tears.

How many times had she dreamed of a stranger sneaking into her room at night? Of using her and abusing her for hours on end while she cried for help to no avail? She couldn't even count. It might not have been her room, but being exposed to so many while she suffered at the hands of a brute was a pleasure of its own.

Fuck... she just wished he was a little smaller. She could feel him slamming against her cervix with every thrust. Tears flowed freely town her cheeks and sobs wracked her body as he continued to use her like his personal flesh light.

Her first orgasm rolled through her and her poor stretched out pussy clenched around his cock even more sending more shock waves of pain through her.

Sarah tried to claw at the hand around her throat trying to get it to loosen up and let her get more air in than the pitiful little gasps she could at this moment. Fearing what might happen, what might be done to her if she passed out.