As Lon hauls Bella out of the van, slinging her over his shoulder, his shoulder digging uncomfortably into her stomach, her fight or flight reflex kicked in.  Kicking and struggling against his hands, with no real success, Bella's thick black hair tangling in her efforts, falls over her face making it impossible for her to see anything beyond the ground and his back.  Trying to scream around the gag produced sounds that were muffled and indistinct, hardly likely to be heard from more than ten feet away, let alone the house in the middle of nothing.<br/><br/>Out of breath from her struggles she was at first relieved to be off his shoulder and sitting with relative ease in his lap.  This relief lasted about five seconds.<br/><br/>Feeling his hands cupped over her breasts, the hard bulge pressing against her soft ass and the eyes of the men on her; Hannah doubles her struggles, fighting to get away, kicking at his legs beneath hers.  A soft sheen of sweat covering a great deal of her soft olive complexion.<br/><br/>The feel of the gun barrel against her temple and his quiet words bring her fight to an abrupt halt.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes hold nothing but panic as she gives her nod, a terrified whimper escaping around the gag.