Rayne's cheeks flush a *deep, deep* red as the woman taunts her..looking around at all of the guys surrounding her and shaking her head as that sinking feeling starts to settle into her chest. As a hand runs down underneath her panties against her moist, pink , warm folds, she lets out a soft little gasp..biting on her lower lip. The gauge at her thigh is also starting to fill up again - maybe a bar or two out of twenty more, putting it at around 4/20...the band tinting a brighter pink in tune with her body as she's petted..lips gasping softly as she whimpers..<br/><br/>"No..no..not there...! Let me go!" Rayne whimpers..clenching her teeth. If she could..somehow outlast the mercenaries..than she could still have a chance of getting away...