Riya lay on her back lengthwise on the bales of hay and the young men circled around her and started groping her tits and rubbing her legs and pussy t...rough her clothes. Riya conceded here that she didn’t know what she was going to do to get out of it, because she was so far gone and could only imagine what those young teenage bodies, full of hormones, must be going through.In her state, it was easy for her to rationalize that she should give them something back for making her feel so fucking. Realizing this I quickly put my hands down. “No, keep them as they were,’ the same guy said. What? “No!” I said as if I had still had any say. The guy coolly came up to me, held both my wrists in his one hand and raised my arms above my head.Not just raised, he made me stretch them upwards. My t-shirt had ridden high and fully showed my navel and almost my bra strap. The ills of not wearing a slip! “What was I doing?” I thought. Standing in front of 9 boys. My hands stretched out completely,. “Come here,” he says as I am dragged closer. Not being defeated so soon, I wriggle and writhe and kick his chest. With my other foot I push against his side. My plan doesn’t work until I’m able to plant my restrained foot on his neck and push off from there. He chokes and coughs and, most importantly, releases me. Free, I squeak in delight and scurry across the length of the bed. Just as I reach the foot of the bed, however, he pounces on me and bites my shoulder. I wince and am. I was lost in my ownthoughts, wondering what they had planned for me next. We went to thekitchen to wait for the pizza. I was instructed to get some soda,glasses, plates, and napkins and set the table.It was only a few minutes until the doorbell rang. Megan ordered me toanswer it. It was clearly an opportunity to further humiliate me and shewas determined to pursue her advantage. With little choice, I stood up,straightened my skirt and answered the door. It was the pizza deliveryboy. He was.