They carried her into a room illuminated by a streetlight outside a window on the other side of the room.
Maggie recognized the rack, the instruments, and the sling.
They were back in the sex room she’d entered through previously.
One of the men flicked a switch. Red lights arranged around the ceiling sparked to life.
Though Maggie continued struggling, she understood the serious issue of them bringing her into such a room. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine what would come next.
“Get her on this one,” one of the men said.
“No! No!” Maggie cried.
They pinned her to a table with black Velcro cuffs and a long chain with a suspicious purpose.
“Get her clothes off!”
One of the men ripped her blouse open.
The one she’d stabbed in the eye tossed off her shoes and pulled down her jeans and panties.
As he removed them, he freed her ankles long enough for her to get a good kick in his face.
“Bitch!”
She rolled back and kicked the man who had her wrist.
He released her, and she used the opportunity to grab one of the chains and wrap it around his neck, tightening with all her strength.
As long as she had him, they wouldn’t rape her.
The other two men grabbed her and pried at her hands, grappling, struggling. They were so strong, she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold on.
“Get her off,” the choking man whined.
“Come on. Let go, you fucking cunt.”
The one-eyed villain hit her in the face with his fist. Again… and again… and again.
She tried to stay strong, but the blows effectively paralyzed her limbs.
As they forced her hands away, the other guard helped the choking one loose while One Eye continued removing her clothes.
I’m totally gonna get raped.
She struggled to will her limbs to life, but they swayed about in unintended directions. Then the guards seized them and she knew it was too late for her.
She cursed her pussy. It was the reason she was about to endure such a severe punishment. It was the reason she couldn’t take a severe beating and be done with it. Though the real villains were before her, she couldn’t help but hate that her own body contained the weakness they were about to take advantage of—like a magic self-destruct button. But as they raised her to the table and flipped her on her stomach, she realized, she’d been mistaken, and cursed a new orifice.
The man she’d choked cuffed one of her wrists while the one who’d freed him took the other.
She heard a sound behind her, like pants unzipping.
“Bitch,” One Eye said.
He grabbed her ankles, and though she fought and struggled, it was useless. She’d been overpowered. And soon, the deed would be done.
As she felt pressure against her ass, she closed her eyes. She’d done this before, and though this would be worse, she could get through it. Whatever happened after that was another story.
