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"I wasn't looking." Well, look next time, OK?" said the girl, jabbing a finger at Angela's chest."Yes," sighed Angela, turning away to look for her coat. "I will." Stuck-up cunt!" said another voice, but Angela, face now burning, managed to ignore it and, putting her bag on the bench, reached up for her coat. Then she stopped, looking at it in horror. It was covered in spittle.A few muffled sniggers sounded behind her and, as she turned round to confront them, her bag was snatched off the bench and the contents strewn over the floor.At least a dozen girls clustered round her, in a semi-circle. Most of them were black, but there were a couple of white ones, and a tall skinny Indian girl with dreadful acne."Please," said Angela. "Please leave me alone."It was a large, fat West Indian girl — her name was Hannah, Angela recalled from the P.E. class — who repeated, sneeringly — "Please leave me alone!" What's wrong?" Hannah went on. "Don't you like it here?"Angela just shook her head,. "Don't make me hurt you, bitch… be nice with us…” He hissed. I was speechless; but I then handed over my purse.“Just sixty dollars you have, bitch?” The man complained.“We could make a deal with you, bitch…” Said the second man.“Suck my dick and you leave; you refuse and I will fuck your cunt instead…”"Oh no, please…just let me go…" I sobbed. But the first guy grabbed again my hair and pushed me against the wall. I suddenly made my last move, striking him and running as faster I could. But I was caught in seconds and knocked to the ground, feeling the weight of both men on my back. I let out a loud scream, but one of them put a cloth in my mouth, gagging me."I guess that was a refusal, so, you will be fucked instead…" In seconds they were ripping my clothes off from my body, hurling the jacket aside and tearing off my skirt and hose. I tried to struggle, but it was useless. They pinned my hands behind my back, tied them with my own nylon hose and stripped me off my blouse and panties.
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