Moaning, trying desperately to keep herself under control, Bella's brain screams in denial as to what was happening to her.  Nothing had prepared her for this situation.  No amount of briefings before going into a combat zone, no amount of self defense classes or late night bitch sessions, nothing.<br/><br/>The weight of the man on her lap was slowly turning her legs to tingling hunks of meat hanging off her hips.  Even if she were to be able to somehow get herself free, she doubted her legs would hold her long enough to stand, let alone run from the building.<br/><br/>"Please no, please no, please no" she prayed to herself as Matt continued to feast upon her tits.  The sound of the car arriving sent a fresh jolt of fear through her.  A whimper of terror escaping around her gag.