Anna struggled but they were too strong for her. The room was just as she'd always been told it would be: pleasant and comfortable; cool air with plenty of water and couches covered with velvet, leather and silk. There weren't any other victims in the room, just her and the people who would take her freedom away.
Light streamed in through high, slatted windows and reflected off walls of cool peppermint green. The carpet was thick and luxuriant red, the sensation exquisite under her feet. She was held between two strong men, tall and broad shouldered with hard muscles. Their bodies bulged through the thin cotton shirts they'd been dressed in. Their necks were heavily scarred where they'd been operated on. She wasn't walking out of here with her mind intact. It made her want to cry.
Hands like vices held her arms out from her sides. They were slender, tanned arms with a little muscle on them. She had beautiful, tanned skin with a texture like brushed silk. The light caressed her pert, round breasts and pink nipples. They were perfect, just the right size to be cupped in a hand. She gasped softly as she struggled, her neck muscles standing out. The air was cold, it made her body feel small and hard. The shallow valley down her stomach goose-pimpling as it led down to the smooth, tender slopes of her pussy. They didn't react when she sagged between them.
Hands tenderly reached from behind her and brushed the hair out of her face. They were warm and soft. Woman's hands. Soft oriental skin. They cupped her breasts from behind. Her body reacted in its own. Anna sighed involuntarily, shuddering as the hands caressed her. Her pussy tightened deliciously as the fingertips stroked their way down her stomach; down the tender skin to her pussy then, after the briefest electrical touch, to the soft inner skin of her thighs. She jerked and simpered helplessly.
The woman behind her shushed and cooed as she worked, stroking the soft skin with her fingertips. Faster and faster, sweetness as helpless as heaven as she stroked her way closer to Anna's lips. She bucked against the hand, trying to brush the fingertips with her vagina. The oriental woman held her tight and buried a kiss on the nape of her neck, tickling the tender spot with the tip of her tongue. Anna whimpered and begged.
"Hush Anna, hush now," the Oriental woman pinched the tip of her nipple. "Good girl."
Pain and pleasure blurred her senses. She let her head roll back onto the oriental woman's shoulder. The fingers ran one elegant curve around her vulva then plunged in. Anna's mouth opened wide and was immediately filled with fingers. She licked and sucked the salty vaginal fluids.
"Good, good, just relax baby." She cupped and stroked her breast.
