Someone grabbed the hair on the back of her head again, standing her straight up. Her right wrist was released and brought up over her head and to the side. Something locked around her wrist and it was held there. Then they did her left hand. She felt whatever they had connected to rise up until she was on the balls of her feet. Then it stopped.

She was shivering and crying. Wherever she was was far, far away from where they had taken her. East? West? South? Who knew? She was in the basement of some building. The men were standing around in front of her talking that rough language. They all laughed. Someone came up and removed belt from her waist and the ski goggles from her head.

The light was low, but she still took a few moments to adjust. Three men were standing in front of her about 10' away. The two men who had brought her here stood on either side of another man. He was about 5'9" tall with a medium build. He looked very fit and muscular. His face was smooth but hard looking with steely eyes and a firm jaw. His hair was short and black. He was definitely Asian. He was dressed in a plain gray t-shirt and sweatpants. His feet were bare. The other men had taken off their shoes as well and were standing in their socks.

They were all eying her salaciously. She released a mournful sob and pulled at her wrists, but nothing happened. The man in the middle, the new man, said something to the other men and stepped forward. His body came really close to hers. He was at least half a head taller than her. He had a smell like a man, a slight whiff of perspiration and soap. His hands reached up to her gag. He went to pull it from her mouth but stopped first. He put his index finger to his lips and said, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Her face cringed. She was deathly afraid of him and decided to do anything he wanted. He pulled on the leather shield over the gag firmly, with his other hand on her jaw. Slowly, but surely the spongy thing in her mouth drew past her teeth and then popped out. Her lips were trembling and tears were flowing down her face. He gave her a gentle smile and tapped her on her cheek. She was not consoled.

Holding her by the chin, he tilted her head back and moved her face from side to side murmuring something approving sounding. He released her chin and started to unbutton her shirt. When he got down to the bottom, he pulled it from the waistband of her skirt. She had bought a couple of sexy bras after she got to school, but they were expensive and she didn't have much money. They were reserved for special occasions. She was wearing one of the white cotton ones her mother had bought her. It had full cups that held her breasts in. Its only condescension to finery was a little lace trim that ran across the top and a little satin bow in the middle.

She whined and shook. The man lifted the cups of her bra, freeing her breasts. She grimaced and wanted to beg him not to touch her but the man's signal to be quiet was enough to stifle her. He held her breasts in the palms of his hand like he was weighing them and gave them a little pat from underneath so they would shimmer. She had always thought that her breasts had good 'hang'. They came out, round and fruitful, a little larger than a softball, and then curved up at the ends, just enough to make them seem eager and perky. And they were even bigger now with the birth control pills and all.

He looked pleased. He went behind her and released the catch to her skirt, lowering the zipper. It fell down to her feet. He rubbed his hand over her naked tush. She was staring at the two men who had brought her here. They were smiling and staring back, but not at her face. The man's hand on her naked ass made her skin rise up in goose pimples all over. He didn't linger there, but squeezed each cheek as if testing them for firmness and moved on. He came in front of her and looked down at her crux.

She knew that other girls shaved themselves. One of her roommates, Carly, was completely bare. She had been tempted, because it seemed neat to be all clean and smooth down there, but she had been too afraid that some weekend when she came home her mother would see it and give her holy hell. She did regularly trim it a bit so that the hairs wouldn't show out the sides of her bathing suit, but otherwise left it as nature designed it. She wasn't very hairy anyway, just a blondish shroud of silky hair.

It mortified her for the man to see it. And for the other men to see it, as if they hadn't already. But that was in the dark and now it was brighter. She closed her thighs together as tightly as she could. The men all found this amusing. The new man pointed his finger severely at her face and shook it several times as if she were being a naughty girl. He squatted down in front of her and gently tugged at her thighs. She whined, released a sob and spread them apart as far as the skirt around her ankles would allow.

The man peered closely at her mons. He took his thumbs and spread apart her outer labia. Feeling his fingers on her puss gave her a stabbing pain in her chest. He looked for a few seconds and then began rubbing her little man. She felt a tingling there that she didn't like. He kept going and she bit her lip and grimaced. The other men were very amused. She felt her slickness when he ran his finger up and down her divide. He then, placing one hand on her hip, slipped two fingers inside her tunnel. She felt herself expand. She stared sobbing in earnest. He slid his fingers in as far as they would go, said something, and withdrew them. He wiped his fingers on her skirt.

Revulsion went through her. There had been only one person in the whole world who been inside her like that, and that was Teddy. And his entries had been with affection and passion and respect for her. And with consent, although the first time was with a kind of half consent. Now this strange man had probed her, sunk his fingers into her depths as casually as you might check the teeth of a horse, or lift a dog's tail to check its sex. Yes, her pussy worked. It moistened appropriately upon contact. She was all wet and soft and warm inside, just like regular girls. He was getting his money's worth.

And, he had confirmed that she was no longer a virgin, something only two people other than her in the whole world knew, Teddy and her friend Liz. And they had sworn never to tell anybody, although you never know. Sometimes things like that just got out. She had put a tampon in before they left the cabin, in the bathroom, before she got dressed. She didn't want to have to explain any blood on her underwear to her mother. It had felt so strange sliding in, like her little hole went on forever and forever. And she used them now for her periods, although when she went home for Christmas, if it was that time of the month, she would have to go back to using pads or her mother would get suspicious. Even that might be an issue though, because since going on the pill her flow had gone way down.

But who was she kidding? She wasn't going home for Christmas! She wasn't ever going home again! She was in the power of this sinister man who had just probed his fingers deep inside her, and would do more, much more to her. She started to shake. Nobody seemed to notice.

He rose and stepped back. He seemed very satisfied. He said so to the men and they grunted. He said something to them and she got the impression that they were going to go. When he removed her gag he had handed it to the thin man. He had taken his raincoat off and was wearing a dark blue Izod shirt and crisp, new blue jeans. The heavyset man had on a plaid sports shirt and jeans that looked like they came from the same place. The thin man came up to her and gave her a heavy tap on her chin. He brought the gag up to her mouth. The spongy part was all scrunched up in his hand. She didn't want to open her mouth. She knew that she had to. She didn't want them to hurt her. But she just couldn't do it. She was filled with terror and couldn't move.

The new man came up to her and took the gag from the thin man. He came in front of her. He was holding the gag in his left hand. He paused for a moment, staring into her flooded eyes. His right hand flashed out so fast that she hardly even saw it move. Two fingers poked her very, very hard in a spot just under her armpit. Pain shot through her like she had been stabbed by a hot arrow. She screamed and started sobbing uncontrollably. The man took hold of her chin and held her face up to his. He presented the gag to her. Trembling, she parted her lips. He moved them wider with the fingers of his right hand. He brought the gag to bear and with a little effort, the spongy thing popped in past her teeth. The shield went up against her lips like she was wearing the mouthpiece to a snorkel or something. It ran all across her mouth and from just below her nose almost to her chin. The springiness of the ball in her mouth held it firmly against her lips. He patted her on her cheek, smiling warmly. All the men left. The lights went out.