I remain still, my eyes closed tightly as you cut my bra from my body, feeling it drop to the ground. His comment about my hardened nipples flushes my cheeks with shame and humiliation. Of course i'm not turned on, the cold air and fear responsible for such a reaction, how could i ever be turned on by this situation.
Your grip around my tight peaks draws a weak cry of protest and disgust, but i know better than to scream. Lips forced against my own again, your cold grip upon my breasts making me squirm against you, trying to escape.
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Bind me, break me, hit me...rape me!
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