Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

The roaming hands began to hold less and less power over me, as the situation as a whole was pretty much overwhelming by itself alone. My resolution and anger was forcibly changed into desperation and anguish, which these egotistical punk kids had every intention of in the first place. They may not have predicted how I would react, but the end goal was the same - teach me a lesson, teach me my place, and most of all, instill a deep-rooted fear within me so that any other time I come across any of them in a chance encounter, confrontation is the furthest thing from my mind, as any desire to do so would be met with a deep and powerful anxiety that would leave me experiencing traumatizing-like memories. No, I'd never lift a finger to any of them ever again, especially Rick. It was amazing, really. This group of teenagers not only came seemingly fully prepared for a full-on rape, but had also shown a remorselessness found in cold-hearted killers we all saw on TV. It was enough for me to really wonder... just what the hell was so different today than when I was growing up? With each moment, I grew more and more terrified. Resistance was now becoming something I no longer desired to try and get away with, or at least not physical resistance. I'd have plenty more protests and last resort demands on the way. My boobs now freely in plain sight of the intruders, and the gaze of all five of them did not go unnoticed. But it all mixes in with the overall situation - it was just another bad thing that just happened to me. My attention was less on deterring these individual things now, and instead was more focused on finding a way out of this whole mess. Just then, I felt the cold steel of a set of handcuffs as my wrists were cuffed together, and pulled over my head, while the rest of my clothes were being stripped away, piece by piece. Watching as the TV once again clicked on, I stared at Rick with wide eyes as he went over what he actually thought that day when I confronted him. I was right. He was as cold as they came, and there was clearly no talking him down from this. In my denial however, I wouldn't let that stop me from trying down the road. Once I finished hearing Rick out, and he had instructed Irvin to shut the TV off, I knew things would quickly pick up, and it all started with a clear view of my desperate situation. It wasn't long before I began crying yet again. Everything falling on deaf ears and blind eyes, my pleas, my demands, and my tears hold no effect on my captors. I sat there, my torn top and bra still stuck around my tummy, just above my waist, I sat there, naked, before these hungry, malicious, teenage eyes. But I'm shaken from my trance of defeat as I watch Rick open his pants, and take his cock out. Suddenly, I was back to my old self, for the most part. Maybe for a short moment, or maybe I'd finally reached rock bottom when it came to realizing that this was it, it's now or never or I'm done for. Truthfully, my refreshed will and desire to fight weren't going anywhere right away. It was my second wind of sorts. The real fight began now. R... RICK! N...NO!! DON'T!! I... I...!!