Posted by Amarissa on October 26, 20011 at 15:28:03:
This is Diana ... she graduated from college last spring and spent a good bit of the summer partying. One evening in late July she was out with her girlfriends for a night on the town when they decided to take a breather and have a midnight stroll in the park. Diana was the Roman goddess of the moon, and moonlight always made our Diana feel a little wild. She found herself singing and twirling in the dark. She wasn't sure how she became separated from her friends, or where the men came from, but then there they were all around her ... like they were keeping an appointment ... and the state she was in, drunk on moonlight and wine, she didn't even try to stumble away. She didn't approach them either, she just kept dancing and dancing, excited by their watching eyes, until they closed around her, grabbed hold of her body, and started stripping her clothes off. She let them. When she was naked they pushed her to the soft ground and began raping her. She did not resist.
They took turns doing her, without speaking, only grunting softly ... they were not brutal, didn't hit or choke her, only fucked her roughly ... they were teenagers, probably, and you know teenage boys when it comes to sex: they could not get enough of her. For her part, she had never had sex with younger men, and their excitement drove her a little crazy ... she loved every minute of it: being mounted, being penetrated, being pounded, being handed off to the next in line; she was bucking and grinding under them for all she was worth, crying out her consent and moaning with the pleasure and the pent-up need it released. The orgasms she had were the most intense she'd ever experienced, and there were so many, they were beyond counting ... after it was over she lay on the ground a long time, savoring the afterglow.
Then she got unsteadily to her feet looked around to see if she was alone again, and wondered if it was all a dream. She waded into the shallow stream to wash off the grass and leaves stuck to her skin, thinking how strange it was that this should have been the best, most exquisite experience of her life, and if she died right now, she would die happy. Then the arrow hit her. It knocked her backwards and she sat down, hard. She didn’t mind, somehow. She looked up and there they were, bows drawn. What they hell, she thought, let me die happy ... watching them aim their arrows in the moonlight to finish her.