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Snatching with all her strength at the carpet, V managed to pull herself free, get to her feet, and run. She charged at the scav guarding the door, actually managed to knock the breath out of him, then pulled savagely at the doorknob. It was locked, not budging, but V kept trying, frantically rattling the handle. It was her only hope of salvation and she couldn’t get through.

V turned around, now knowing it was hopeless, but stubbornly she persisted in delaying the inevitable. A new scav shouldered aside the man she’d winded, practically pinning her against the locked door with his bulk. She feinted one way, then tried to ran past him, but all V managed was to run square into his arms as he blocked her. She struggled—it did no good. He was too strong. She tried to kick him, but he barely noticed. His legs were too heavily cybered for her to injure him.

“Hey, pretty-pretty, why fight it? You’re about to have some fun…”

His erection forced its way between her tightly clenched thighs. V thought that he could fuck her whenever he wanted; the idea hit her like a runaway train. She was only a game to this man. She was his fun. A plaything. He could fuck her, so he got to fuck her.

“She’s all yours, Dorian,” Stefan’s cold voice announced. “Try to enjoy it as much as the little whore does.”

In that moment, V hated him more than she’d ever hated anyone. He was everything she loathed, an unfeeling machine without a single human emotion to fetter him. The better his gang did, the better he did. Therefore, to his mind, he was justified in doing whatever it took to keep his scavs happy. Letting them fuck someone like V was only good business, from his point of view. He didn’t care at all about V’s experience, the sheer terror she felt. She didn’t matter, because she wasn’t him, and he was the only one who mattered in the slightest.

“Get away from me!” she roared, hoping she might be able to intimidate Dorian when she really had no way of hurting him. But his cock pulsed and jerked with added arousal. He was more turned on by her defiance than he had been before.

“No way, beautiful. You’re getting fucked. That tight little cunt was promised to me and now I’m gonna get it. Your wait is over, baby—finally, you’ve got a stud like me to do you.”

His arms wrapped around her trim body. Dorian picked her up and threw her against the chain-link fence that served to replace a destructed wall. She felt the wire diamonds cut into her tender flesh. V moaned and tried to escape, one last time, but she couldn’t. Dorian had her trapped like an animal at the end of a hunt.

She groaned as he moved even closer to her. His prick notched the lips of her cunt. V could hardly believe it, but the adrenaline had aroused her, her body at least. She felt nothing but stark horror mentally, but her body knew a kind of excitement. She was flowing with arousal as if a man she loved was taking her to bed. But this wasn’t love, this was rape—if only her body knew the difference.

V was even more horrified by her physical response. She knew her body shouldn’t be reacting this way. Had they dosed her with something? Or, in her own way, was she just as fucked up as all these lowlife scavs?

Either way, there was no denying the anticipation welling up in her sex. She was turned on by Dorian’s attacking cock. Scared and dazed, V didn’t know what to do. She stopped struggling, not even sure she should do that, and Dorian found a warm, moist opening to stuff his prick into. He thrust into her waiting pussy.

“AIEEE!”

V’s world shook. Dorian’s heavy hands pawed at her tender breasts, their flesh molded by his beefy fingers like putty. It felt like he was trying to rearrange her chest into a new shape. The harder he squeezed, the more she felt. Her breasts sank under his groping fingers until V was breathless.

“Please, Jesus, shit, please don’t do this!”

Her mouth said one thing, but her body didn’t agree. The heat of his invading cock sizzled into the clenching folds of her pussy. This was rape! She shouldn’t enjoy it! But clearly, she needed prick more than she wanted to go unmolested.

“See, you’re having a real good time,” Dorian gloated. “And it gets better. Just wait until I’ve broken you in, bitch.”

V couldn’t control herself any longer. This wasn’t a toy she was playing with now, but real cock, fleshy cock, thrusting repeatedly into her wet sex. That was all it took to rob her of her will. V went weak in the knees and sagged down onto the hard spike taking possession of her sex.

“Shit, little girl, you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt around this prick. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was your first!” The scav spoke for his own benefit. It turned him on to hear himself degrading her.

But V wasn’t immune to the effect. With his cock sliding easily back and forth in her pussy, she was more vulnerable than ever, easily turned on. His hands mauled her soft, pliant breasts—enough to make her air come in sharp, tortured pants. Her legs spread more, of their own volition, but V didn’t try to close them.

She felt wanton and tainted. This was filthy, perverted, disgusting. She should struggle more, but she wasn’t, and any self-respecting woman would refuse to let a man rape her without fighting all she could. But V was helpless and she knew it. There was no way on Earth for her to overcome his burly size, or his burly cock, filling her cunt to overflowing while his strong hands held her pinned against the chain-link fence.