Blackmail/ You pass out
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Mercifully, you fade into unconsciousness. The men are still raping you. You give yourself over to blissful blackness...
A loud sound, like that of a a string of firecrackers, awakens you. You realize slowly, still in a haze, that it can't be firecrackers... Oh, hell no! You lie still and silent on the table as you realize that the sound is gunfire.
A hand touches your bare flesh. "Open your eyes, girl," comes a voice. Reluctantly, you do so.
About 10 tall figures, dressed in black outfits with black masks covering their faces, surround the table. The men who were raping you are all dead.
In a squeaky, terrified voice, you manage to say, "W-w-who..."
"Never mind," comes a second voice. This one sounds female, and you realize slowly that the masked figures in black seem to consist of five men and five women. She holds up a camera. "I've looked at what's on here. I doubt you want these released to the general public."
You nod. "True."
Two of the women scoop up your body. "Then don't resist us." You're still frightened and exhausted, and your eyes close again...
When you awaken this time, you're lying in a bed. You smell a pretty scent coming from your clean skin, and recognize it as jasmine. You look around and find you're in a large room, completely bare except for the bed you're lying in.
"You are awake," comes a male voice. A tall, dark-haired man with a neatly trimmed beard enters the room, accompanied by an almost equally tall, long-legged red-haired woman. Neither of them is wearing clothes.
"Even if we didn't have those photos," the man says, holding up some of the photos you never want to see go public, "you couldn't get away from here."
The woman smiles. "But we'd prefer you be cooperative. I'm not a big fan of non-consensual sex."
The man chuckles. "You'll find us to be very nice, and most gentle." They have reached your large bed and comfortably join you on it. Four hands begin softly touching your body. It does feel good, and you shiver.
"Forgot the introductions," the woman grins. "I'm Mollie, and this is Roger." You tell them your name, and slowly relax as Mollie and Roger continue to caress you gently. Soon you begin to emit sounds of pleasure and find yourself getting excited.
"Feel free to initiate something," Mollie whispers.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
