"Please don't." A mouth clamps over hers, tongue sweeping sick-making over her lips and teeth. A face leers down at her, and fingers pinch her nose shut, a tongue licking at her own tongue when her mouth opens to gasp for breath. She wrenches her head away, sobbing for air. "Please, stop." She blinks up around her blearily and cringes in sick terror at the sight of one of the men stroking his erection as he stands and watches, and squeezes her eyes shut. She can't see. She can't. "Stop." Hands paw at her breasts through her dirtied bra. Fingers prod at her vulva through her knickers. "Don't." A heavy weight settles over her legs. Nausea roiling through her, can't think, can't – can't... Please. Please don't. She struggles pitifully.