Wilson reached in and pulled the toy out. "Look at it. It's soaking wet!"

My legs tensed instinctively. The second it was removed, a sharp jolt ran through me, so intense I nearly screamed.

Wilson caught it immediately and pointed at me. "Damn it. She's faking. Her legs moved!"

"No way. Don't scare us like that," the other three said, their faces paling as the fear of being caught started to set in.

"I'm telling you, she's awake. When I touched her, she didn't react at all. She was pretending. Hell, she might've even been enjoying it."

They started talking over one another, and my heart leaped into my throat.

These men were all Edward's coworkers. If anything really happened, how could I ever face him again?

In the end, Wilson gritted his teeth and egged the others on. "Who cares if she's pretending or not? If she is, then she's obviously into it. And if she were really asleep, she wouldn't know anything anyway."

After hearing that, the other three lost whatever sense they had left. They yanked my dress up, leaving me fully exposed before them.

My body jerked, and I snapped my eyes open. I looked at them in panic. "W-What are you trying to do?"

They froze for a second when they saw me awake, but then they quickly recovered and leered at me.

"So, you really were pretending to be asleep. Bet you were having the time of your life while we were feeling you up, weren't you?"

The truth was that it had sent an incredible rush through me, but I couldn't let them know that, so I played dumb.

"W-What are you talking about?" I said. "I was asleep."

"Cut the act. Who falls asleep with a toy in them?"

"Your body was shaking when we touched you. Did you think we wouldn't notice?"

"You're dying for it right now, aren't you? Don't worry. The four of us can take very good care of you."

As they said that, all four of them lunged at me.

Two grabbed my legs from either side and forced them apart, leaving me completely exposed. I had never imagined they'd be this brazen, trying something like this right there on a bus.

"This is a crime! Aren't you afraid the driver will see?" I shouted in a panic.

However, the driver kept his eyes on the road and acted as if he heard nothing happening behind him.

Wilson ran a hand along my leg, his face a picture of satisfaction.

"Go ahead and scream," he said. "The driver's one of us. You can scream your lungs out, and no one's coming to save you."

At that point, despair washed over me. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at them.

The men stared at me without the slightest shame, their hands roaming over me as they held me down and looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl. They even forced me open to get a better look.

"She really is something," one of them muttered. "She's soft and pink. I've got to know what she feels like."

"I really want to feel what it's like to be in her. Bet it's going to be tight and smooth."

Their rough handling left me aching and yearning for more at the same time. I even felt something warm oozing out of me.

They saw it all, and it was utterly embarrassing.

Wilson turned to the others. "She's soaking wet. There's no point holding back now. Let's do it together!"

"Okay."

As soon as they said that, they tore my underwear away and forced my legs wider.

I was on the verge of tears, my voice breaking as I begged, "N-No… Please don't. There are four of you. It'll hurt…"

Wilson pulled off his belt and snapped it hard against my butt. The sting made me flinch violently, though I couldn't help but want more.

"You're a whore, and you're afraid of us hurting you? I'm more worried you'll wear us out first," he said. "Lift your butt! I'll take good care of you tonight."

As he spoke, he struck me again.

I didn't know why my body reacted the way it did, but I felt myself obeying. My legs were forced open, leaving me completely exposed.

Wilson hurriedly shoved his pants down, his manhood springing into sight. The size of him alone made my heart drop as I feared he might ruin me.

"Hold still," he said. "It'll hurt at first."

He grabbed hold of my leg for leverage, lined himself up, and thrust forward.