Framed

I backed away slowly, terror clawing at the back of my mind as I tried to turn back the way I had come, but it was futile.

“Leave me alone. Get back!”

But all of my quivering threats made no difference. They kept advancing towards me, smiling maniacally and making obscene gestures.

I turned to run, but I was met with a brick wall of chest in front of me.

The man grabbed my arms.

“Hi, baby girl. Don't run from us,”

“Yeah. Let's play. Let's have some fun. I bet you'll enjoy it.”

“Let go of me, you pig!” I yelled into his face. “Let go of me! Get your hands off me!”

He shoved me backwards, and I almost stumbled to the ground.

“Where's Ianthe?! Where's Ianthe?! What have you done to her?!”

“You should forget about her and focus on your moment here with us,” said one of them, his brown hair stringy and dirty, then he smiled and slowly undid his belt, letting his trousers fall his ankles.

“Come on,” he said with a smirk. “Can you see how big I am?”

In a mix of disgust and horror, I watched as he began to bounce his cock, all the while still smiling at me. I looked around for anyone or anything that could be a form of defence, but there was nothing.

We were in an open field that was framed by a dense forest. How far would I go if I ran?

“Come on,” he repeated. “You'll love this.”

He suddenly lunged at me, grabbing my arms.

“Help! Somebody help!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

His hand fell to my butt, and he squeezed it hard. “You keep your little mouth shut and let's have the enjoyment of our lives. Don't worry. We'll be gentle with you.”

“Help me! Somebody, please help me!” I gagged as he tried to plant a wet sloppy kiss on my mouth. I turned away and managed to dodge it.

“Stay still, you little rat! Don't make this painful for you! We want to be gentle!”

Multiple hands began to press down on me, groping me.

“Help! Help me somebody!”

Where was Ianthe? What had they done to her? I shouldn't have— I shouldn't have — Oh, Goddess, somebody save me.

I fought as hard as I could but horror filled me as I felt fingers crawling around my crotch, trying to tear aside my panties and I began pleading.

“Let me go! Please, please, let me go! I beg of you!”

“Ssh, baby girl, just relax and flow with us. We won't hurt you and it won't take long,”

“Exactly. An hour tops and we're done.”

“No, please,” I begged, tears now rushing without stopping. But they didn't listen and a few seconds later, they pulled apart the buttons on my top. “Please don't do this. Please.”

I pulled away as hard as I could and fell hard on my buttocks. Tears mixing with mucus, snivelling, I scrambled away from them on hands and knees, ignoring their jeers as I tried desperately to get away.

“Woah! Look at her go! Atta girl!”

One suddenly straddled my back and raised an imaginary lasso over his head. “Heehaw! Go girl! Come on! Heehaw!”

They other two burst into laughter.

The one on top of me soon stood up and jerked me off the ground.

“Please,” I pleaded again.

Surprisingly, he let go of me.

“Alright, then, sweetness. Ask us what we want?”

“And wipe those tears,” added another. “Makes my cock harder seeing you that way.”

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and straightened my top and skirt as much as I could, even though I knew there was no point. They were already ruined.

“We're still waiting for that question, sweetness.”

I sniffed back the looming tears and said with a cracked voice. “W-what do you want?”

“How about a frenchie for each of us, and you can be on your nice jolly way.”

“A - a frenchie?”

“A very good kiss, love,”

“For each one of us.”

“That's all?”

“That's all.”

I knew I had no other choice than to comply with them. A kiss was a better alternative than getting raped by them, and I didn't want to think of the reason why they had changed their mind.

I moved near the first one and shut my eyes tight.

“Look cheerful. It's just a kiss.”

I stilled myself and hurriedly planted a kiss on his lips, but he pulled me back, deepening the kiss and shoving his tongue in my mouth, almost gagging me.

“You don't stop until we tell you to, love,” said another of the men in my ears. “You just keep on kissing.”

Unexpectedly, I felt a hand on my boob, squeezing and caressing, but I was held tight in place by another, unable to move.

My kisser jerked his mouth away at last, a grin in his face. “Wasn't that something, sweetheart? Wasn't that the best frenchie you've ever had?”

A lone tear dropped from my eye.

“Is that a tear I see? No? Give a big smile then. A big smile.”

I forced a smile on my lips.

“Make that smile bigger, baby, or we'll be forced to take that pussy after all.”

The smile got bigger although it held tears.

Another of the men stepped forward. “Time for my own kiss.”

I couldn't do this anymore.

“Please, please,”

“Well then, raise your skirts and bare that pussy to us.”

“I think she wants that cock, after all,” said another.

“No! No! I'll kiss you. I'll kiss you!”

One by one, they took their kisses, their hands straying to my chest and my buttocks.

When they were done, they shoved me away.

“Little scared cat! You can head on home now. Unless, of course, you would still like to give that pussy to us.”

Their words burned red into my ears but I ignored them and ran without looking back.

“Run, bambino, run!”

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