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“Tony...” I whimpered desperately.

I wanted him to stop, but his hand kept moving.

Why didn't he stop? Why didn't he back off and laugh? Tell me it was just a joke? Why didn't he stop?

Deep down, I knew there was no turning back. That I was trapped. That I had done something wrong. And yet I didn't understand why he, of all people, was touching me the way the stranger at the party had touched me.

Tony was no stranger. He was family. He was supposed to protect me...

But his fingers slid over my labia, making me flinch and my vision blur.

A shiver, coupled with dizziness, came over me far too quickly, far too intensely.

“Please, stop,” I begged him in a pitifully broken voice.

Nothing made sense anymore.

I wanted to close my eyes and block it out, but instead I stared at him in disbelief and horror as his fingers pushed between my wet labia.

“Oh fuck, Mads.” His voice was raspy, hoarse. “Look how wet you are for me.” His smirk returned as he moved his finger back and forth between my labia and I began to feel arousal, which I immediately tried to fight off. “No wonder that jerk couldn’t resist.”

This couldn't really be happening...

Why was I getting wetter?

Shame and a feeling of tightness in my chest spread through me like a tumor.

Tony pulled his finger out of my panties and positioned himself so that he was kneeling around my hips.

Embarrassed, yet determined to put an end to this situation, I leaned on my elbows and pulled myself backward away from him, but he immediately grabbed my skirt.

I hastily turned around and tried to crawl away, but Tony pulled my skirt so hard that the fabric ripped, sliding over my legs.

I tried to get up, but Tony roughly grabbed my thighs and pulled me completely back onto the couch.

“So, my girl wants to be fucked from behind, hmm?”

His laughter sent a chill down my spine.

Disgust like I'd never felt before joined all the other overwhelming emotions.

Block it out. Block it out. This isn't real.

Helplessness took hold of my consciousness. Tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision.

“Tony,” I whimpered softly. “Please.”

He should stop. He should just stop.

His hands grabbed my panties and pulled them down completely, leaving me exposed in front of him, clawing at the couch in sheer helplessness.

There was no escape. And the mere fact that I had ended up in this situation broke me completely.

I wanted to get away from here, but my body was trapped. All that still had the chance to escape was my mind.

Completely paralyzed, I heard the metal buckle of his belt land on the floor next to the living room carpet, then Tony pulled my hips up toward him.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.