Dorothy lives in a shady neighborhood full of black people. One day after taking a shower, she steps out to get her Amazon package and gets locked out. Her friend who lives two blocks away has a spare key so Dorothy makes the tough decision to walk to her place to get the spare keys.
As Dorothy turned the corner, a group of black men suddenly appeared before her. Their eyes were filled with hunger as they ogled her shapely form. She immediately took a step back, trying to escape their grasp. But before she could even reach the next street, they closed in on her like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Hey there, sweetness," a deep voice seduced her. "You gonna let us have our fun with that fine little body of yours?"
Dorothy's heart raced as she glanced around desperately for an escape route. It was clear that these men were not going to take no for an answer. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts - part of her wanted to fight back and scream for help, but another part of her was intrigued by their primal desire.
"I. I don't know," she stammered nervously. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I went to borrow my friend's spare keys."
The men laughed at her hesitation, their eyes still fixed on her ample cleavage. One man stepped forward confidently and placed his hand on her waist.
"Aw come on now, baby," he cooed mockingly. "You can't deny that you're feeling something."
Dorothy's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to back away from this terrifying situation. The man behind her, eager to fulfill his primal desires, reached out and squeezed her ass firmly. He turned to the group of men, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"Yeah, you see that? Her ass is big and juicy," he boasted. "I could practically bounce a coin off it."
The men chuckled at his crude remark, their eyes fixated on Dorothy's exposed skin. The leader of the pack, Jamal, stepped forward with a smirk on his face. Without warning, he ripped the towel off her body, leaving Dorothy completely naked in their circle.
Her body instinctively reacted to the sudden exposure, covering herself with arms that trembled with both fear and shame. Yet despite her reluctance to be at their mercy, the men were more interested in her barely dressed form - namely her ample ass that stood out like a beacon of temptation.
"Fuck yeah, baby," Jamal growled, his hands reaching for Dorothy's bare skin. She tried to resist but found herself being forcefully pulled towards him, her body pressed against his. The men surrounding them continued to ogle her naked form as Jamal's fingers clawed at her ass, squeezing and pinching it with a roughness that sent shivers down her spine.
"Damn girl, you've got one hell of a booty," he whispered in her ear, sending a chill down her neck. Dorothy could feel the heat radiating from him as he rubbed the baby oil onto her skin. It felt slippery and creepy against her bare flesh.
She tried to pull away from him but he held her firmly in place, his grip so strong that she could sense the power he wielded over her. His lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke in a low, dirty voice.
"I bet you love it when guys like me appreciate your nice big ass." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it back forcefully, forcing her head back to expose more of her vulnerable neck.
Jamal's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he leaned in closer to her neck. The smell of his cologne mixed with the musk of sweat suffocated her, making it difficult to breathe. She tried to pull away from his grasp but he held her firmly in place, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
"You know what I like? A woman who can't resist taking what she wants," he growled menacingly into her ear. "I knew that pretty little ass was trouble the moment I laid eyes on you."
Dorothy's heart raced as she felt herself being lifted effortlessly onto Jamal's shoulders. The adrenaline rush mixed with fear and anticipation, creating a cocktail of conflicting emotions within her. She glanced down at the group of men surrounding them, their eyes filled with a mixture of desire and sadistic satisfaction.
The leader led the way towards their house, his grip tight around Dorothy's waist as he carried her like a trophy. The walk was both thrilling and terrifying, each step bringing them closer to their destination.
Their destination was a rundown house in the middle of the city, its peeling paint and broken windows revealing a world of desperation and decay. The men guiding Dorothy inside were no longer interested in her innocence or resistance; they were driven purely by lust and desire.
The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the walls covered in graffiti and scrawled messages. The air reeked of stale smoke and sweat, creating an atmosphere that matched the sense of danger that hung over them.
Jamal tossed Dorothy onto a dirty mattress, her body slamming against the worn sheets. Her heart beat erratically as she tried to process what had just happened, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.
"Fuck," he growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist us."
Dorothy's body trembled with uncertainty as she looked around at the other men who surrounded her. Their faces were hardened with lust, their eyes fixed on her exposed body. They looked like predators ready to pounce on their prey.