If these men were criminals, I would have screamed for help. My mouth wasn't gagged or covered. They weren't criminals, but professionals hired by my aunt, Hannah, with my full consent. I didn't know who they were, though
One of them knelt beside me and I felt his lips press against my ear. Stubble on his chin was rough against my skin. "We're gonna destroy you, baby," he whispered. "We're gonna stuff you so good."
I gasped. I felt warm hands against my inner thighs. Someone was pushing my short cotton sundress up above my waist. When I felt the hem reach my belly, he ripped the garment off my body...