You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF, Rape) *Part 2*

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“Bring her to the bed, let’s get started.” Mike’s voice interrupts the two men, and they both reach for your restraints. Your wrists are free first, but not for long. As soon as you bring your hands together and start trying to get the leather straps unhooked, Mike grabs your fingers and squeezes them. The pain in your hands is almost unbearable as you hear him say “Don’t do anything stupid, Heather.” You regret giving him your real name as the sound of him saying it is like being stabbed in the gut.

As soon as your ankles are free, the three men work together to lift you. Mike shifts his grip from your fingers to your shoulders as George pushes your upper half forward. You feel him and Paul each take a leg, and you’re suspended in their grip, looking down at Mike’s cock and the ground past it. They move quickly, carrying you to the mattress in the middle of the room. They strip what’s left of your clothes off of you, then basically drop you on the bed. You instinctively pull up your knees and double over into the fetal position.

You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF/Rape)

You’re late for work.

Waking up and realizing you missed your alarm is the worst feeling. You spring out of bed, quickly take a half shower and get dressed. The only thing you don’t hate about your job is the dress code being casual, so you grab a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt to cover your thong and sports bra.

You try to be quiet, knowing that your boyfriend – if you can even call him that lately – is asleep on the couch. As you start to leave, you hear him stirring, but you don’t have the time or the patience for him now. The second you pull out of the parking lot, you get three texts.

“Hey?”
“I guess we aren’t even saying bye to each other now?”
“You could have at least avoided waking me up.”

You roll your eyes, and plan your response. Things have been tense lately, and you’re not sure how much longer it can really last. You care about him enough to keep trying to make it work though, so at the stop sign you quickly text back.