Another oblivion attained, she lost sense of time and self and the men that r***d her. At one point, in some unexpected moment of clarity, she looked up to see Nick's eyes staring down at her, the little man. The broken defeated slut of a man sat motionless in his chair, his hands tied behind his back, a gun bobbing through the air about his head, to remind him not to look away. She felt sorry for him for an instant, and then went on mindlessly getting f****d.
Jess thought she wasn't connected to the act, but she was. She knew it when the constant pounding turned into something beyond violation and her muscles tightened and a pulse of electricity shot through her. The pulse of satisfaction was brief, but undeniable.
Lying on her back as her assailants got their second win
