You Know You Like It

Vanya Yelle looked at her shopping list. It was very long and she wondered how much time it would take to get all of the useless and stupid items her husband demanded. She got out of her car and locked it, carefully making sure that it was locked. It was an expensive car and she did not want it stolen.
She did not carry a purse, hers had been stolen twice before and she had learned to keep her wallet in her pocket.
She walked up to the supermarket’s door, quite fast, looking around her uneasily. It was a rough neighbourhood and she wished that the supermarket was situated in a better place.
She gasped suddenly, feeling a piercing pain in her side. Someone was holding a gun to her waist. She wanted to shout for help, but she knew that no one would save her from someone with a gun.
“Stand still luv,” a voice beside her instructed her, “And we won’t hurt you,”
“We?” thought Vanya desperately.
“No purse,” another voice beside her sighed, “Still, this one is very pretty. We can use her,”
Before she knew what was happening Vanya was being steered back towards the parking lot, to a white van.
“Get in,” the man that was holding the gun to her waist told her.
He opened the door and she stepped into the van, where at least six men were seated. The door was shut behind her and after a while the van began to move.
Vanya was numb. She could not believe what was happening. A man pulled Vanya down to sit beside him.
“Where do you live?” he asked her.
“I……I don’t know,” she stuttered.
A gun was pressed to her head, “I think I better ask you again, where do you live?”
She promptly told him her address and as soon as she had, he smiled, revealing yellowed teeth. His hand slowly slithered up her top, stroking her quivering breasts…
“Stop,” another man pulled him away, “You can have her soon,”
The white van soon pulled into her familiar driveway and she was pulled out of the car with great force.
“Nice place you got here,” said one of the men, whistling.
Vanya counted the number of men. There were nine.
“You got the keys to the front door?” a man next to her asked.
“Yes,” she replied, pulling them out of her pocket. They were yanked out of her hand and the men pulled her through the front door and up the stairs.
A man explored the rooms and found Vanya and her husband, Steve’s room.
“This looks like the master bedroom,” he reported
Vanya was pulled into the bedroom and pushed onto the bed by the nine men. She looked up at them, with raw fear on her face.
She closed her eyes, wishing that she was far away from the bed that she lay in and the nine men that crowded around her, stroking parts of her that made her moan and weep. She felt their rough hands all over her, and she hoped that her Steve and her daughter; Kate would not come home and be hurt by these terrible men.
Suddenly, a man’s hand found it’s way under her skirt and into her panties, groping the soft flesh within and Vanya screamed.