You tell me to stop. I do not. "No. No. Please!" I don't stop. I pull on the top of your slit and rub your clit. I do it slowly, teasing you. ...our complaints of pain turn to whimpers, them moans, and you begin to push your hips up. Your eyes have glassed over; there is no expression on your face and your lips tremble. Soon, pleasure begins to retake your body. You moan, arch your back a little, and move your hips around. Your eyes close; your mouth opens; and you arch your head back. I will distract our target from the front while you work your way around and disable him from behind with an arrow. I don't want him dead, only near dead."My adrenaline kicked in quickly as we raced silently through the forest seeking our quarry. I couldn't keep the grin off of my face thinking of the deadly surprise I would offer our intruder. We both felt him, definitely a male, before we saw him. Reena peeled off to the right while I paused to give her a chance to make some distance.Then I. Naked as the day she was born, aside from her boots, she presented the perfect target for any of those men's pricks.Something moved deep inside her at the thought of all those football players gang raping her. Trying to deny the fascination she felt with the idea was impossible. She didn't want to be gang banged by a couple dozen horny football jocks. She didn't! But she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like."Here she is, guys. All yours," Bradford said, pointing to the naked Debbie. ”Ron tried to help her as she tried to clean herself up. “Don’t fucking touch me, you bastard. You’re a fucking ass!” as she tried to clean up the mess. “Never again, you asshole,” she mumbled as she rubbed her face and hair off on Ron’s clothes.Ron got angry. “What the hell, Rachel!” he said as he tried pushing her away.“Deal with it, you bastard! You made the mess – you can fucking help clean it up.”Ron recognized the depth of Rachel’s anger and knew he’d better back off.“Stay here. .