The whole thing just wasn't fair. I mean, I'm no-one special so why did it happen to me? Just look at me. I'm not even twenty yet. I'm reasonably pretty, reasonably fit and have a better than fair figure (in my opinion) but I'll never be super-model material, or even any sort of model.
What happened was this.
I go jogging. That's what keeps me reasonably fit. Now when you're jogging you're not dressed up to the nines and you're not dressed provocatively. You're dressed for jogging, for god's sake, for comfort and utility of purpose.
Me, I wear a sports bra under a t-shirt to control the dreaded boob-bounce, tights and a short skirt.
So here I was on a Saturday morning, jogging in the local park. It was shaping up to be a fine day and I was glad I'd got to the park early. In this sort of weather the fair weather joggers would be out in force, but not for an hour or so yet.
I wasn't following the jogging path that circled the park. I jog for fun and what fun is there in going in a circle? I mean, round and round, seeing the same boring thing every time you pass. I try to jog along every path in the park. You can get a lot of distance doing that, with the benefit of new scenery all the time.
So here I am, jogging along a path that will take me around the rotunda in the middle of the park. I went round it and there were these men there. Can you imagine how a medium sized girl feels, suddenly faced with four men who looked as though they could be defensive tackles in any team who wanted them? And that was without any padding. I mean, wall to wall muscle, blocking my path.
Snap decision. I decided I wouldn't jog down that path. Instead I'd practise some backward jogging. (I'd have just turned and bolted but I didn't want to lose sight of them. Sort of like a rabbit keeping an eye on the fox until he's ready to run.)
Turns out I should have turned around. I backed up into what seemed like a solid wall, one that hadn't been there when I jogged past. I squeaked as a very large arm circled my waist and held me.
"My, my, what have we here," said this deep voice, coming from somewhere above me.
"A rabbit," said one of the men facing me. "A very timid little rabbit. Looks tasty, though."
"Hmm. Are you tasty, little rabbit?" rumbled the man who was holding me.
I shook my head, both my hands pushing at the arm holding me and getting precisely nowhere.
"Say, boys," said my captor, "How can you tell if a rabbit is worth tasting?"
"Not sure," said one of the boys with a laugh. "Perhaps if you skin it?"
That son of a bitch holding me laughed, reached up my skirt, and pulled my tights and panties, pushing them down to my knees. I squealed and protested, of course, but was totally ignored. He finished up unfastening my skirt so that it also dropped, and I was naked from the waist down. Well, as far down as my knees, anyway.
I was petrified. I just knew that they were going to rape me and they were huge. And there was nothing I could do. Scream and I could get a broken jaw if they were vicious.
All four of the men who were facing me were looking me over, smirking and enjoying the sight. The man who was holding me reached around with his other hand and rubbed it across my lower tummy, sort of between my belly button and my mons. Then he took his hand away and, boy, was I relieved. Also astonished that he hadn't really groped me.
Let's say I was relieved until I found out why he'd taken his hand away. It came back and pressed against me in the same place, not quite touching my mons. My pussy was very conscious of it being there, just as it seemed to be aware that the other boys were looking at it. I could feel myself squirming inside, wondering what was going to happen.
I became even more concerned about what was going to happen when that hand on my tummy pressed me back slightly and I could feel something pressing against my bottom. Either the guy was carrying a baseball bat or I would rather he was. I didn't think much of the alternative.
"Well, little rabbit," came that deep rumble, "let's talk."
"I'd rather you just let me go," I said honestly.
"All in good time. Let's try a few scenarios for size. How would you like to lie down in the grass while we played eat the rabbit?"
I shuddered and shook my head.
"Well, would you like to have just plain sex with us?"
