Jamie hasn't been the same since she was attacked by a group of boys in her dorm room. But when her old high school flame steps in to take care of her, there is a chance not only to heal her emotional trauma, but also the past.
The pain was the worst part for her. It shot up between her legs, causing her to arch her back and scream. She twisted her legs trying to get rid of him and his thrusting attack. But the duct tape around her mouth muffled her scream, her legs were held down firmly by large strong hands, and he continued to push into her without pause.
He removed himself, groaning in satisfaction and she heard the zip of his pants as he closed them. She yanked futily at her hands tied to the bedpost above her head.
The sharp pain was now replaced with a dull, throbbing ache and she whimpered through the gag over her mouth. A hand slapped her face.
"Shut up" said a voice.
The air reeked with alcohol and sweat, moving shadows in the dark, those who were waiting their turn.
Another slid into her, and again she tried to get away. The hands on her legs tightened more painfully. Sweaty fingers pushed her shirt up to her neck, and began to clumsily fondle her breasts with enthusiasm.
"Damn, have you seen the size of her tits?" said Clumsy Hands, and she felt the grip on them tighten harder.
"Those are nothing. I've done bigger. She has a nice grip though. I might do her again after you're done."
"Man, fuck you," said someone holding her feet. "We all get a turn before anyone goes again."
The hours and the pain dragged by with incredible slowness. After a while she went limp and gave up struggling. Instead her mind went to a park, where she sat in a small cave overlooking the lake.
The hand slapped her again but she didn't respond.
"Shit, it doesn't feel so good anymore." Complained someone.
"That's 'cause you rode her so fucking hard you asshole! It's all your fault her pussy isn't as tight."
"Man let's get out of here then. It's almost morning anyway."
She didn't hear them go, didn't feel her legs being released or the door closing behind them. At the lake, the sun was going down behind the trees and she could feel a cold breeze ruffling her hair. A tear rolled slowly down her cheek. Her heart was swollen with longing to be there where she felt safe and happy. Her tired, abused body was shutting down. Without a struggle, she gladly gave in to the dark void of unconsciousness and passed out.
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Bright lights woke her up, but she didn't open her eyes. Someone was leaning over her with a flashlight. In the background she heard her roommate Annie's hysterical voice explaining:
"I got back at like six in the morning and found her just lying on my bed like this."
"Did you touch anything in the room Annie?" a voice asked, it was calm and precise.
