extreme force rape
"Looking for some company?" Melissa was startled out of her reverie by the unexpected voice. Looking up, she saw a good looking young man in a white shirt and trousers standing in front of her. He wore a round white hat and a neckerchief and had a patch on his left sleeve with an eagle above three diagonal slashes. It dawned on her that this was the uniform of an American sailor.
"I asked if you were looking for some company?" he repeated with a smile on his face. Melissa suddenly felt the cold stab of fear race through her. Smile or no smile, this young sailor was dangerous. She knew it instinctively. Spinning to run back to Queen's House, Melissa collided with two more white uniforms. Grabbing her by the arms, they spun her back around and held her.
"Now that's not exactly friendly, missy. We offer you the company of the U. S. Navy's finest and you try to run away? Nope, that's just not friendly at all!" the first sailor sneered.
"Please!" Melissa said. "Please let me go. You don't understand. You just don't understand! Oh, please don't hurt me!" She could feel the tears burning her face as the young American moved towards her.
"Now missy, we aren't going to hurt you. Hell, we're going to make you feel wonderful! We're going to give you a party like you've never had before!" he grinned as he moved towards her.
The thought hit Melissa's brain full blown. "Not again! Not without a fight!" As the sailor grew near, Melissa's right foot shot out, slamming up between the his legs. She saw the look of pain and shock cross his face as he dropped to his knees.
"SHIT!" the sailor holding her right arm screamed as she drove the heel of her right shoe into his instep, causing him to release his grip on her arm. "NOT AGAIN!" Melissa screamed as she reached up and raked her fingernails down across the remaining sailor's left cheek, opening the skin and drawing four trails of blood. The unexpectedness of the attack, combined with the pain along his cheek, caused him to ease his grip on Melissa's arm. Breaking free, she spun and began running through the woods.
Melissa was running as fast as she could, the combination of fear and adrenalin making her faster than normal. Still, she could hear the crashing of brush behind her and she knew at least one of the Americans was after her. If she could make it to the grounds of Queen's House before she was overtaken, she would be safe. Her lungs burning from the exertion, she continued running, hearing the crashing behind her growing constantly closer. Up ahead, through the trees, she could just make out the hedges of Queen's House. She was close. She was so awfully close!
And then she felt herself falling, arms around her legs in an American style football tackle. She slammed into the ground full force, driving the air from her lungs. Then she felt hands grasping the back of her blouse, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around.
"Bitch!" the sailor with the bleeding face growled as he drove his right fist into Melissa's stomach, doubling her over. Before she could collapse to her knees, he pulled her up straight and punched her in the face, spinning her around and knocking her to the ground.
Melissa was dazed. She tried to lift herself to her hands and knees, but was having difficulty. She could taste blood in her mouth from a split lip. She heard crashing through the brush as the other two sailors arrived.