Claimed: A Forced Submission Romance Read Free Page B

perhaps, just begun to decipher – something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up – something there.
    Little by little she felt herself being surrounded again by the expectant host. And even as she stood there unmoving, almost unfeeling, the lewd expectation became tactile. The innocuous touches were suddenly pawing; the innocent squeezes now gropes. Sandy flinched; retreating from each new contact in almost a slow dance – the movement graceful and, inadvertently, alluring – but every twist just moved her into the reach of someone else. There was no escape. Fingers and hands began to roam freely, escalating the spectacle – stroking hands alongside pressed bodies; gripped ass-cheeks, powerfully massaged; palmed tits, gently twisted and squeezed; and all the while Sandy watched and waited – waited – waited – for what? The unknown? No, the inevitable.
    Still, Sandy was able to step back into herself. “This isn’t right!” she scolded. “They can’t do this to me unless I let them!” Fixing a smile onto her lips, and mustering her resolve, once again, she began to fend off the unwanted advances. If her resistance surprised anyone, no one let on, and for a while there appeared to be a truce.
    “Maybe I’m just imagining it,” Sandy heaved a sigh of relief mixed with confusion, “or maybe I’m sending out some wrong signals!” She looked about warily during the lull. Nothing seemed to have changed; they were all still laughing and carrying on.
    The light through the small windows indicated that it was getting on in the afternoon. “Where are Lindsay and the others?” Sandy asked hopefully. They seemed to have been gone a long time.
    “Oh, don’t worry ‘bout them,” one of the boys replied, slurring his words somewhat. Sandy noted that they were all getting a little sloshed. “They’ll be along in a wink, I s’pose,” he added, giving an exaggerated wink of the eye. Abruptly he straightened up. Staring into Sandy’s face he said, “Give us a kiss, then, Luv.” Sandy only just turned her face in time to receive the sloppy smooch on her cheek. But that was all it took. The gates had opened.
    “’Ere, how’s about me?” “My turn.” “Dunna be so’s shy, Dearie.” Like a pack of wolves they were on her. Sandy managed to turn her cheeks for only the first few, then, turning to avoid one, she caught another right on the lips And along with that, all the groping returned full-force Notwithstanding, the kissing frenzy was short-lived. A momentary calm signaled the eye of the storm. Sandy looked about for an avenue of escape, even though she knew there was none. “I haven’t already resigned myself, have I?”
    But before she could even respond to herself, a cry arose from the surrounding natives, “‘Show us yer tits!’ as you Americans say.”
    “I’m Canadian!” Sandy replied automatically, kicking herself for her lame response.
    But the rest of the team seemed to gather at attention and take up the chant as if it were an anthem. “Show – us – yer tits! Show – us – yer tits!”
    And it suddenly struck Sandy as so incredibly juvenile it was funny. A bolt of hope suddenly filled her, manifesting itself as a sympathetic smile on her face. “They’re really just a bunch of boys, playing,” she whispered to herself. “I can get through this.”
    “Show us yer tits!” The room echoed with the repeated refrain, but as she straightened her shoulders, it changed. “Take off your top!” “Take it all off!” “Strip tease! Strip tease!”
    Straightening her shoulders and setting her jaw, Sandy turned to leave. “Boys, boys,” she said, trying to sound strong, and a little impatient. It came out as more of a plea – feeble and helpless. The wall of boys – and, big, big rugby players they were, every one – didn’t part; no one moved to make way for her this time. Her hope fled so swiftly and so completely, it left her shaking. Terrified again, the