Re: The Taming of the Raven
"No," she moaned, trying to close her legs but Rabastan was physically much stronger than her. Her only chance was magic and if she hexed either of them, she'd be in Azkaban quicker than she could apologise for it. "Please, no."
She couldn't not react to Rabastan's touches and she blinked back tears even as caresses turned to pinches and squeezes, all as enjoyable, all eliciting different sensations which her body couldn't not respond to even if she knew logically that she didn't like such a thing.
When Fenrir pushed into her, she turned her head away and refused to scream, not even when he refused to give her any time to adjust to anything, thrusting into her again and again. Then she felt the spell renewed and that was torture in itself, feeling her body rock against both of the men violating her, wanting, asking and practically begging for more.
"I'll never give you reason to even notice me again, I promise, just... Please... No more," she replied, her voice breaking on a whine as she pushed back against him.