Another oblivion attained, she lost sense of time and self and the men that raped her. At one point, in some unexpected moment of clarity, she looked up to see Nick's eyes staring down at her, the little man. The broken defeated slut of a man sat motionless in his chair, his hands tied behind his back, a gun bobbing through the air about his head, to remind him not to look away. She felt sorry for him for an instant, and then went on mindlessly getting f****d.
Jess thought she wasn't connected to the act, but she was. She knew it when the constant pounding turned into something beyond violation and her muscles tightened and a pulse of electricity shot through her. The pulse of satisfaction was brief, but undeniable.
Lying on her back as her assailants got their second win
