My head lolls forward, my forehead against my captor’s shoulder as his arms continue to hold and guide me. My body still simmers and still burns for more, but I don’t know how much more I can handle. I’m exhausted:

physically, mentally, sexually. For a girl used to one orgasm at a time, my body can’t come anymore.

I think the men realize this, but they don’t relent as they chase their releases.

Time lapses and positions change.

Murmured words are spoken by my captor.

Fingers grip my hips.

Grunts and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Moans of release.

Sleep comes without thought.

The smell of peppermint awakes me...