Her hand left his arm with a muffled, whimper-like sound around the cock-gag, and slid down between her harshly spread thighs, fingers splaying down over her mound and folds as if to protect herself. She felt the head of his sock side up between two slender fingers, and the feel of such thickness was terrifying; yet he meant to put it in her.<br/><br/>His hand still gripped her thigh, else she'd have twisted onto her front right there and made a dash for the safety of the woods. As it was, her body shuddered in revulsion, but her hand relaxed and fingers curved to slide one cool tip into her pale folds, beginning to try to stroke into being the sweet spring of the female form.