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breasts; she could feel their warmth through the silk. His fingers stroked her nipples. “There is nothing you can do to prevent what is going to happen. None of it will be your fault. Remember that.” His fingers tightened on her nipples, coaxing them to stand at attention. One hand slid down between her legs, pressed against her clit through the cloth.
    She trembled. A roiling mix of emotions washed over her—fear, desire, longing, shame, disgust. “What are you doing? Stop!”
    “No.” His fingers moved back and forth over her clit. “I want your need to be written all over you for everyone to see. I want your nipples to stand up. I want to see the wetness between your legs.” His fingers moved faster, causing her knees to buckle.
    “Anthony! No!”
    “Don’t fight,” he said. “It won’t change anything. You can’t stop this.” He felt dampness seeping through the thin cloth. “That’s what I thought. Your body speaks much louder than your words. You want this, too.”
    “No! Anthony! No!”
    “Hush.” He kissed her lips softly. “You can’t stop it. Just let it happen. I’m going to open the door now.”
    “NO!!” Her heart thudded. “No! I…I can’t! I can’t face seeing other people like this!”
    “No? Hmm. I might be able to help you with that.” He crossed to the night stand and took out a blindfold. Her heart skipped a beat, and she shook. He pulled it over her head and settled it over her eyes. As the world disappeared, her breathing came in short gasps. “There,” he said. His lips touched hers. “Now you don’t have to see anyone at all. Have fun, little whore.”
    He stepped away from her. She tried not to think about his intentions; the thing that he was suggesting seemed too much to bear. “Anthony! Anthony, where are you? Anthony!”
    The door to the bedroom opened. Eileen heard footsteps. “She’s ready,” Anthony’s voice said. The door closed.
    Eileen trembled. Footsteps came closer. A hand touched her arm. She jumped and skittered away from the touch. Her skin felt hot; her nipples strained against the smooth fabric, and she felt more wetness leak from between her legs.
    A soft touch on her hair. She jumped again, startled. “Anthony?” Hands slid over her shoulders, began massaging her. She tried to pull away, but they tightened firmly on her shoulders. Another hand touched her arm again. She cried out. More hands slid over her breasts.
    “No!” she said. She squirmed and pulled away. A hand grabbed her upper arm. Someone else seized her by the wrist and spun her partway around. Two more hands began massaging her shoulders again. She felt someone press against her from behind. Another person pressed into the front of her body, sandwiching her. She felt a touch on her lips. Her heart leaped into her throat, and a sharp stab of fear pierced her. She turned her head away.
    Two hands grabbed her hair and forced her head back. Someone kissed her roughly; she felt a tongue invade her mouth. A strong hand gripped her other wrist. The hands on her shoulders continued their massage, powerful fingers working into her muscles. She cried out, but the sound was muffled by the unwanted kiss. She twisted and turned, but the people around her held her firmly.
    The lips left hers. Strong hands grabbed her breasts roughly. “Look how hard her nipples are,” a voice said. “This really turns her on!”
    She screamed and began struggling in earnest. “No! Let go of me!” She twisted one wrist free and shoved at the person in front of her. “Let go of me!”
    The hands on her shoulders moved down to her elbows, pinned her arms behind her back. The hands on her breasts slid in circles, fondling and caressing.
    She screamed again and fought with all her strength. The person behind her, caught off guard by her ferocity, lost his grip. Her arms flailed free and she shoved the person in front of her as hard as she could, sending him stumbling backward. Someone grabbed at her left