<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg421000#msg421000">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 05-09-2007, 09:20:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She felt something pressed against her face, something smelling sweet and bitter, and she drifted into unconsiousness...<br/><br/>The first she noticed was the smell of cigarettes. It was rather cold, but not cold enough to be outside. She was lying on a lumpy matrass, and she could not move her arms or legs. Her wrists were tied together behind her back, and her legs were tied up by her ancles. She hadn't opened her eyes, yet she could tell there were someone with her in the room.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela went cold with dread, panic rising up inside of her as the scene in the warehouse flashed into her head, her handcuffed and helpless while<em>he</em>raped her, her body responding to him as if in a nightmare... worse yet, the thought of it, and her current situation seemed to be inducing the same feeling once more, her skin growing flushed, her breathing shallow, her heart speeding up, a delicious warmth spreading between her thighs and over her breasts... she fought it, going as far as to bite her lip in order to fend it off, hoping the pain would be enough to snap her out of it...