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felt a strong hand grasp the wrist holding the machete and her heart completely sank into the pit of her stomach. Oh double damn it to hell , she thought as a grinning male face with a scraggly beard pulled her closer. Instinctively she snapped her knee up in an attempt to pulverize his manhood, but he was too quick and had already blocked it, anticipating her move. He then twisted her to the side and slammed her against the concrete back of the store, causing her to grunt as the pain hit her shoulder blades, head, and lower back.
    "Well what have we caught here?" he laughed in her face as she tried to recoil from the putrid smell of his breath. Oh my God, doesn’t he even bother brushing his teeth once in a while ? she thought as his breath washed over her.
    "Let me go," she hissed at him as she desperately tried to draw her pistol from her belt, only to feel another hand grab that wrist, pulling it to the side, while removing the pistol from her hand. With shock she saw another man. Equally dirty, with crooked teeth framed in a face surrounded by matted hair, and grinning at her. She shuddered and tried to kick, only to have both of her captors kick back quicker, their booted feet painfully pounding into her shins.
    "Oh, I don't think so, lovely thing. In fact I think it will be a long time before we let you go," grinned the first as he replied to her demands for freedom. "Hold her, Mikey, and let's see what she's hiding.” With that comment, a rough hand was being thrust up her sweatshirt to grab her breasts painfully and twist them. Oh shit , she thought in desperation, this is so unfair . As strong as she had thought she was, she was no match for these two men. They had obviously done this before, and countered her every move to break free.
    "Oh, very nice and firm. Check them out, Mikey." The first guy appeared to be having way too much fun, and now was loosening her belt one-handed. Her heart sank further as his partner’s hand pulled her t-shirt out and roamed upward, exploring, then reversed course and dug into her loosened pants as she tried to melt into the concrete surface behind her.
    "Spit and Ned, you’re gonna have to wait for sloppy fourths, because this girl is so damn fine we're gonna have seconds before we give her to you." Spoke Mikey for the first time as his fingers painfully dug into her womanhood. Behind him, she saw two more men equally dirty and unshaven and shuddered. Jesus Christ, how many were there?
    "No!" This time she screamed as she felt her sex savagely mauled by rough fingers; tears sprang to her eyes when she fully realized the depths of her helplessness. She started crying and swearing at the same time but it did no good, as Janet felt herself dragged to a stack of nearby wooden pallets and quickly tied to their surface. Rape seemed inevitable, and she turned her tear-streaked face sideways as she felt her jeans and panties yanked downward to cluster around her ankles, exposing her sex, then felt her thighs roughly spread wide against her will. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt the first unknown man push between her legs and tried to brace herself when ...
    "You heard the lady. No means no!" It was a low, deep voice, filled with anger, and Janet's eyes snapped open. He was tall, mid-fifties with a neat grey beard, dressed in jeans and a brown coat. The long, bolt-action rifle he held in his right hand was angled upward at the four men while his left hand rested on a pistol secured in a holster against his leg.
    "Leave off, old man. We'll get to you in a minute. Right now we're having fun," spoke the nameless one between her thighs. She could feel his bare skin against hers and shivered, looking in desperation at the stranger.
    "Help me, please," she whispered. His face turned briefly to hers and she saw him give a small smile and nod before shifting his attention back to the men before him.
    "I will give you to the count of three to release her and leave this city. You are not