Against her will [ S P G ]

"Please, no!" Amethyst's voice trembled as she backed away from Jonathan, her eyes wide with fear. They were in the dimly lit storage room of the college library, a place rarely visited after hours. Her hands clutched at the doorframe, trying to find leverage against his advancing form.

"You should have known better than to mess with me," Jonathan growled, his voice low and menacing. His grip was firm as he yanked her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. The echo of the metal latch resonating through the small space sent a chill down her spine.

Amethyst struggled against him, her tears mixing with the dust on the old wooden shelves. "I didn't mean to, I swear! Let me go, please!"

But Jonathan's expression remained cold, devoid of empathy. "Too late for that now," he said, his tone dismissive. He pushed her against a stack of old textbooks, their spines cracking under the sudden pressure. She cried out, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over her mouth.

"Scream all you want," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "No one can hear you here."

With a swift motion, he tore at her clothing, the fabric rending under his force. Amethyst's cries turned to whimpers as he exposed her, his actions leaving her vulnerable and terrified. She tried to cover herself, but his strength overpowered her feeble attempts.

"Look at you," Jonathan taunted, his gaze raking over her body. "You're nothing but a toy now."

Just then, the door creaked open again, and five shadows filled the threshold. Amethyst's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized Jonathan's friends, each wearing a similar predatory smile.

"What do you say, boys? Do you think she can handle all of us?" Jonathan called out, stepping back to allow them entry.

The men chuckled darkly, closing in around Amethyst like wolves circling their prey. She shrank back, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Please, don't do this," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, we're going to enjoy this," one of the men replied, his eyes glinting with lust. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before trailing down her neck.

Amethyst recoiled, her eyes darting between the faces of her tormentors. "Jonathan, please," she pleaded, desperation lacing her words. "I'll do anything; just let me go."

But Jonathan only laughed, a cruel sound that bounced off the walls of the cramped room. "Anything? That's what you said last time too."

He nodded to his friends, signaling the beginning of their assault. The first man grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, while another positioned himself behind her. Amethyst screamed, the sound raw and primal, as they forced her legs apart.

"That's it; take it all," Jonathan encouraged, his voice thick with anticipation. He watched, his eyes burning with fierce intensity, as they violated her, one after the other.

Amethyst's world narrowed to the pain and humiliation, and her body was wracked with sobs. She felt detached, as if watching from afar, unable to stop the inevitable. Each thrust brought her closer to breaking, her spirit fracturing under the weight of their brutality.

As the fifth man prepared to take his turn, Amethyst's vision blurred with tears. She couldn't escape; she couldn't fight back. All she could do was endure; her body was a vessel for their twisted desires.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse and broken. "Stop..."

But the men only grunted in response, their focus solely on their own pleasure. Jonathan stood by, a silent spectator to her degradation, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the single bulb hanging overhead.

And then, in the midst of the chaos, a new figure appeared at the door.

As the door creaked shut behind Jonathan, leaving Amethyst alone with his five friends, the air in the storage room thickened with anticipation. The men exchanged glances, their eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and determination. They had been given explicit instructions not to impregnate Amethyst, but that only seemed to fuel their desire for creative violation.

"Let's start with the usual," one of them suggested, his voice deep and rough. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom, which he quickly rolled onto his erect penis. The others followed suit, their movements synchronized as if they had done this many times before.

Amethyst watched in horror as they prepared, her body still pinned against the old textbooks by the first man who had entered. She felt the weight of their gazes upon her, each pair of eyes hungry and merciless. "Please, stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of rustling plastic.

Ignoring her plea, the men moved into position. The first took hold of her hips, guiding himself inside her with a force that made her cry out. The pain was immediate and intense, a sharp contrast to the numbness that had begun to settle over her. As he thrust into her, the others surrounded her, their hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her exposed skin.

"Fuck, she's tight," the man inside her grunted, his face contorted with pleasure. His rhythm increased, with each movement more brutal than the last. Amethyst's cries turned to sobs, her attempts to resist futile against their combined strength.

The second man stepped forward, positioning himself at her mouth. "Suck it," he demanded, grabbing the back of her head and forcing his erection between her lips. Amethyst gagged at the intrusion, tears streaming down her face as she tasted the bitterness of latex.

Meanwhile, the third man kneeled behind her, his fingers probing at her anus. Amethyst tensed at the unwelcome touch, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Relax," he murmured, pressing against her entrance. With a sudden push, he breached her, eliciting a scream from deep within her throat.

The fourth and fifth men waited their turn, their hands gripping her thighs and breasts, respectively. They alternated between caressing and pinching, their actions designed to inflict both pain and pleasure. Amethyst felt herself being torn apart, her senses overwhelmed by the assault on her body.

Time lost all meaning as the men took turns, their movements growing more frenzied with each passing minute. Amethyst's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her—the relentless pounding of their bodies against hers, the harsh sounds of their breathing mingling with her own ragged gasps.

"I'm close," one of them groaned, his pace quickening. The others responded in kind, their urgency palpable. Amethyst braced herself, knowing what was coming next. The first man pulled out just in time, spilling his seed onto the floor beside her. The second did the same, his release hot against her cheek.

The third man, however, continued until he was finished inside her. He withdrew slowly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he admired the mess he had made. Amethyst felt the emptiness left behind, the absence of his presence echoing through her body.

Exhausted and broken, Amethyst lay limply as the men cleaned themselves up. They exchanged high-fives and laughter, their voices bouncing off the walls of the storage room. "That was fun," one of them remarked, zipping up his pants.