She gasped for breath, staggering a little to her left, her hands moving to rest against his body to steady herself when another backhand caught the side of her face. Her head snapped to the side, dirty hair whipped around, and she felt the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. Then just as suddenly his arms were around her, his lips pressed against hers, hard but not painfully so. The cut on her lip ached, she could taste her own blood mingled with the taste of him, her arms trapped against his chest, locked between their bodies. Her eyes closed and for just one moment she forgot where she was and lost herself in the intimacy before her mind snapped back remembering the horror of her situation.<br/><br/>Their lips parting she opened her eyes, looking into his, her breathing still heavy, almost panting. She had truly never been kissed like that, taken yes, had men force their mouths on hers, violating it with their tongues. It had always been too rough, too disgusting, there had never been any emotion in it beyond lust. Now, this man took sheer pleasure in her pain and turned it into passion, this was no game to him, he truly delighted at her suffering, it wasn't just to satisfy his lust, it was deeper, a need he felt, and that was the most frightening thought she had ever had. Sommer stared at him, her mind awhirl as she realized just how dangerous this was for her. She had to fight or she could lose herself, but she had to convince him that she was yielding, compliant to his wishes.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by his fingers, having slid a course over her thin body jabbed their way inside her. It was painful the way he forced them in, she was not in the slightest ready for such a thing, or how he twisted and scraped them along her innards. Her mouth fell open and she let out a long loud moan of pain and shock. Before she could push herself away his arm hooked around the back of her neck forcing he head still, keeping her from escaping. Her tears flowed freely now, and she cried out again, in despair and misery, knowing that for now at least she was lost, there was no escape for her. Distantly she remembered stories some of the others told, stories of brave people in the past who would fight to the death rather than live as slaves. Sommer wished she could be that brave, brave as her parents had been, but, she admitted to herself she was a coward. She wanted to live even if it meant giving herself to this infinitely cruel man. Still, perhaps she could ease her suffering...<br/><br/>Instead of pulling away she leaned forward, resting her body against his, her small hands slipping off his chest to his sides while she turned her face to rest it against him. She still squirmed in discomfort as he violated her, groaning with each new rough movement of his digits. "Yes sir..." she whispered in between breaths, "And I want to learn."<br/><br/>She tilted her head back slightly to look up at him, discomfort and pain showing on her bruised face, while one hand slid down him, brushing lightly over the hardness trying to burst though his thin pants. "Let me show what I've learned..."