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"MMM...MMM...MMMMMMMM....MMM...M..M..M..MMMMM!!" she moaned repeatedly. He was moving faster now, almost frenzied in his actions. He was jamming himself into her as if he WANTED to tear her open. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he repeated as he felt his balls tightening. He was right on the verge now. "MM..MM..MM..MM...M..M..M..MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm!" Melissa groaned as she felt him flooding her bowels with his sperm. She felt him spraying his seed into her in wave after wave of warm fluid. Then, he began slowing, slowing then finally, mercifully, he stopped and lay on her back, breathing deeply. Melissa could feel him softening inside her. It seemed an eternity before he finally pulled out of her and stood up.
"Please, God. Please let it be over." she prayed silently. "You going for another crack at her?" she heard one of them say. "Yeah." she heard the third sailor say. "And I know just what I'm going to do, too."
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"What's that?" asked the other. "You ever see the movie 'Deliverance'? Well, I'm gonna take her over to that tree. I'm gonna tie her to that tree with the rope around her neck. Then, I'm gonna fuck her in the mouth!"
Melissa felt sick to her stomach. The thought of him putting his filthy dick, with her own dried fluids on it, into her mouth was revolting. The thought of his sperm flooding her throat was even worse.
He knelt down and undid the gag around her head and pulled the sodden handkerchief from her mouth. She felt him fumbling with the ropes that still bound her hands around the sapling. Then, her hands were free. The sailor, still drunk and slightly unsteady, grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.
"Oh God, please don't do this! Please, not this!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She noticed that the first sailor was sitting in the grass with his back against a tree, apparently sleeping or passed out. The second sailor, the one who had just sodomized her, was relieving himself on a bush. The third sailor, though, had a firm grip on both her arms and was dragging her to the tree he had indicated. Melissa trembled in fear.
"You can't do this to me. You just CAN'T! Please, PLEASE don't!" It had become quite dark now. Unsteady due to drink, and paying more attention to Melissa than to where he was going, the sailor stumbled. Instinctively, he released his grip on Melissa to reach out and break his fall.
Melissa saw her chance. Turning, she began running towards Greenwich. Bending over without stopping, she scooped up her blouse and trousers from where they lay in the grass. She didn't get her bra or panties, but that didn't matter.
"GET HER!" she heard the drunken sailor yell as she ran out of the clearing. Melissa could hear them coming after her, crashing through the bushes. She had tried to outrun them before and they had caught her, but they had been sober then. Now they were drunk. Drunk and uncoordinated. And Melissa was afraid. The adrenalin that was coursing through her blood stream gave her an extra edge.
She continued running naked through the dark woods, her blouse and trousers gripped in one hand, her arms pumping in time with her legs. She felt her lungs beginning to burn, but she did not slow down. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sounds of pursuit became more distant, until finally, they ceased altogether. Still Melissa ran. She was taking no chances. She ran naked until she saw the lights of the buildings of the National Maritime Museum along King William Walk.