<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mary<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>Held by Victor<br/><br/>Mary couldn't fight back as a middle aged man dragged her out from under the table, her fingers unable to hold onto Miz as she squeaked, unable to fully scream due to her shaking.<br/><br/>She felt her lithe body pressed again the much taller man, guessing he was almost a foot taller than herself as she closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere but there.<br/><br/>Mary gasped and shed another tear down her cheek as the man's large hand traced her breasts, which were only protected by her thin white t-shirt and her white sports bra beneath. She could also feel her tight, little ass squished against his groin. Although her denim shorts were thick-ish, she could still feel the bulge in his pants, which pushed the image of his penis into her mind. Making her fearful of what was soon to come.<br/><br/>Mary had heard his question, but she was too shaken to speak, it also seemed a pointless question in such a horrible situation. She tried to use her dainty hands to push his hands away from her breast, but knew he hand the strength to easily control her however he could imagine.<br/><br/>Somehow, the lips on her neck seemed worse to Mary than the hand on her breasts. The act of groping was sexual, but the act of kissing was sensual, something that Mary only wanted from other females. Her crying decreased slightly and she was able to speak, although she stuttered through her tearful convulsions:<strong>"Plea...No... I... don't..."</strong>She had gotten as far as that before realizing that telling her captor she was gay would possibly increase his lust for her. It seemed like men found lesbians an interesting conquer, so keeping it quiet seemed like the best idea.<br/><br/>Mary heard Mara's outburst and wished she could have her confidence and her resolve, but instead Mary would remain a captive, blubbering as she struggled weakly in her attacker's grasp.