<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=17756.msg770020#msg770020">Quote from: Muse on 22-08-2008, 00:12:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">not letting up in their attentions for a moment, the men laughed in delight.  A man appeared next to her, lying prone, nude, and spoke, breath hot and rancid in her ear in mockery of an intimate whisper, "Does this make you feel like a whore, to drip and blush and sweat in need while six murderers have their way with you?"  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Bastard..." Mira retorted in a harsh, breathy whisper.  But inwardly, she knew he was right.  Even if she fought it with all her will, her body had betrayed her.  She was a whore...<br/><br/>She tried to renew her struggles but all the flame haired beauty could do writhe and squirm, as the men held her down.<br/><br/>"Please stop..." she begged, even though she knew it was fruitless.  Even though she knew it would only inflame their lusts....