Anya quickly looked about... Ahead, along the corridor she could see the converging shadows of persons unknown. The way she had come was still open however and so she decided it was time to leave. But as she turned the disheveled man lunged, tackling her at the waist. Bowled over Anya struggled to free herself from his gnarled stained hands but now that he had her he wasnt going to let go! Seconds later several other pairs of hands grasped her body, arms and legs until she was hopelessly pinned!
With an evil laughter the rank men tore her clothes off and began to paw at her voluptuos body.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" she demanded, but the only response she got was a thick oily rag tied around her mouth. Once gagged she could only utter muffled groans and curses at her assailants.
Thick fingers massaged her heaving breasts and wriggled insistently into her vagina and anus. Anya closed her eyes, trying to mentally blot out her ordeal. But the technothugs touches were awakening something inside her... Something that she had not felt in a very long time...
...Raul had touched her this way. Those few years ago he had been one of the guards assigned to her and her mother. But he had been different. There had been no cruelty in his eyes. And whenever he could he would bring food and other comforts. One day he had brought medicine to Anyas mother when she was sick. Afterwards they had talked for hours. When he finally kissed her it had been gentle, and at that moment Anya had known he would be her first...
"Ok my desert whore," the man who seemed to be in charge drawled, "Now its fun time!" |