“Settle down, little darlin’,” one of her new captors told her as he stroked her back. She could feel him readying himself behind her, moving closer to her, and she fought to keep from panic. Then a hand went between her legs, and she squealed. She was starting to lose it, she knew, and if she did, it would only hurt more.
She sensed the other man moving around in front of her. His hand ruffled her hair, patted her cheek, not gently, and then he started to push his thumb into her mouth. She resisted for only a moment. It would be pointless, after all. She opened her mouth for him, but did nothing more than that.
“You can do better than that.” She heard him mutter, and she flinched in anticipation of a blow. She began sucking on his thumb, gently. The hand between her legs was still prob
