Go along with the thugs' plan
From Create Your Own Story
Well, you aren't going to enjoy this at all, but it's probably still way too soon to blow your cover and it's hard to say who else might wander this way. You have trained to handle two partners at once, so you are hoping that three stoners should be easy enough to finish quickly. Maybe you can get them to split up and figure out another way out of this.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me." you plead in your best helpless voice to the apparent leader. "If we have to do this I'd rather enjoy it by focusing on one of you at a time..."
"That sounds great" the tall african american one says as he moves up behind you and starts to rub his hand along the side of your leg. You can feel an erection poking into your back... or is that his gun? "So how are we doing this fellas?" he asks.
"Fuck one at a time...Buck wild baby!" the dangerous one nearly shouts as he swaggers to your front and starts to grasp your tits through your corset while waving the switchblade menacingly at your face. "Let's jump this bitch in".
"Come on" the small italian one says as he grabs the knot of your hair roughly and pulls you out from the other two thugs, dragging you stumbling along deeper into the garage. You stop a few yards in where he pushes you back against the hood of a pimped out El Camino, Cherry Red. Despite your predicatment, you try to grasp on the assertiveness and you bite your lip and stare directly into his eyes trying to look lusty.
"Wouldn't this be better if I was into it?" you ask pleadingly as you eye his crotch feigning interest. "I can do a much better job if we go one at a time and I'm kind of shy..." you plead as you put your index finger in your mouth and bite it teasingly.
"I'm going first and I don't care what you want" he says as he falls upon you... not what you had in mind when you mentioned privacy. He pushes you back onto the hood of the car roughly and your hair in the ribbon stops your head from slamming on the hood. He then pulls your legs forward and to either side of his waist, bunching your skirt up to reveal your thong, which he promptly pulls off your legs. He lets out a whistle upon seeing your immaculate canvas. You can smell booze on him and you gag with revulsion at the thought of any of these three touching you...
