Full of Grace

Full of Grace
Prt. 4

The blackness that engulfed her was frightening enough in her drunken state without the knowledge of strangers coming towards her. Penelo managed to draw herself to her knees and scoot backward until her back pressed against the cool wall. Once against the wall, the small blond raised her arms to press the palms against it, using it to hoist herself to her feet. Trying to calm her breathing, she edged her way to the side, hoping that her attackers were as bind in the dark as she was. Her breath was shallow as she fought the pain that radiated in her head and torn flesh of her hands.
At the sounds of shuffling feet moving in her direction, Penelo froze, holding her breath. To her dismay, searching hands found her, grabbing her roughly as she tried to pull free.
"I have her," one called, pulling her forward and away from the wall.
Penelo gasped in pain as a hand closed around her throat, choking the air from her. She twisted, raising her free hand to claw at the flesh of the one that held her even as she was pulled forward . A small victory gave Penelo a bit of joy as she felt the first warm flow of blood beneath her nails. It was short lived as the hand around her throat moved to her jaw, forcing her face upward. She raised her chin without a fight, refusing to cower to her attackers. When she felt the heat of breath against her face, she spat. For her effort, she was rewarded with a smack across her face, causing her to cry out in pain. Stunned when she tasted her own blood, Penelo kicked out with her feet, landing a good blow to the man holding her before he slammed her roughly into the wall, knocking what little breath she had form her.
A hand ran down the side of her face and she jerked back reflexively. Another hand closed in her hair, forcing her head back at a painful angle as she was caressed again. When she attempted to pull away, the grip in her hair tightened, holding her firm. Penelo clenched her jaw, forcing tears back as the hand on her face traced it's way down her cheek and neck.
As this happened, the grip on her arm forced her forward again, giving access to the other as he slid behind her, the warmth of his body unwelcome against hers. She gasped as a sudden wetness ran across her exposed neck, dragging teeth across the sensitive skin there. She thrashed away, only succeeding in pressing herself into the body behind her even as the togue continued to slide up her neck, ending at her ear. Teeth nibbled at the sedative lobe, biting hard enough to make her cry out yet again.
"Please, stop this," she begged, trying to twist away unsuccessfully.
"Quiet," the one behind her whispered, slipping his hand down the front of her body, cupping a breast in his hand roughly, squeezing it until she was sure it would bruise.
"Please, do not do this...." she moaned, tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.
When a tongue swept across her lips, Penelo recoiled.
"No! Please," she cried, struggling futilely against the strong holds of the two men. The pain of her hair tearing out of her scalp was over ridden by the fear she felt when a hand clamped around her throat once more. She gasped as the grip tightened, making her eyes roll back in her head as she sagged against the hold.
"Open your mouth or it will only get worse," the man behind her whispered, still fondling her breast.
She had little choice as white dots danced before her eyes and she struggled for air. She could not stop the assault of her mouth as a tongue entered her, claiming it an a mockery of what a kiss should have been. She sagged, mind going fuzzy as her air supply remained cut off from her. When she fell back, it was against the chest of the man behind her. She shuddered as she felt the unmistakable hardness of the other man touch her back. Panic rose in her when she felt the other man begin to rub himself against her. Tears rolled form her eyes quicker as the man in front of her let go of her throat, letting her breath even as he plunged his tongue into her mouth deeper.
Penelo struggled, freeing one of her hands. With effort, she pressed against the chest on the man who kissed her, trying weakly to force him away. Panic flaring in her, she bit down on the man in her mouth, earning herself another hard slap across the face. Dazed, she let her head roll to the side, her eyes half closed. When a hand found it's way into her blouse, she renewed her struggles with vigor. Although she was able to draw blood with one well landed blow, she was not able to overcome the two men who were larger and much stronger than the small dancer. She hung in defeat as her clothes were stripped from her, the blouse half hanging from her shoulders, the skirt simply raised above her hips as the men undid their own garments. Panting with fear and exertion, she trembled, every muscle tense. A hand slid down her ribs, past her waist to her buttocks, squeezing painfully. She jerked away with a small sound of disgust. Penelo backed away, stumbling into the body behind her only to find the man's hardness pressing against her back. Hands found her, touched her although she tried weakly to move out of reach.
"Please..." she moaned, eyes closed tightly.
"Please what?" The man in front of her taunted as he pressed himself against her stomach.
"Please do not do this!" she wept, trembling uncontrollably.
A hand found it's way to her inner thigh, forcing her legs apart.
"No," she moaned, unable to pull herself free.
"To her knees..." the man behind her groaned, bucking against her small body.
"Yes," the other agreed, tightening his hold in her hair.
Penelo resisted, only falling once a knee found it's way to the back of her own, making her buckle in pain and fall to all fours as the hand in her hair forced her head down. Her muscles were tense as she shook with fear as she felt her skirt was lifted again and the smooth hardness of the man behind her pressed against her womanhood, not yet entering.
"No more begging? What a pity. Will you not let us hear that sweet sound again?"
Penelo held her tongue, knowing if she spoke again it would only please them more.
"Have it your way. I shall hear your sweet cries again soon enough," he promised, thrusting himself into her roughly.
The scream that ripped from her lips could not have been stopped and yet she felt as though she should have tried harder to stop it. She jerked away as the man in front of her pressed himself against her lips, trying to enter her mouth. She twisted her head away, refusing give them that. The fingers that held her hips in place shook with desire and she felt as though she would die of shame if anyone saw her. If Larsa saw her like this....
The thought was too humiliating to even think and she felt her throat tighten. Behind her, the man slammed himself into her roughly and she bit back the cries that tried to pour from her lips. Her head swarm with thoughts of Larsa even as she tried to push them aside. She would never want him to see her in such a position... When she closed her eyes, she saw his pale grey ones. She felt the touch of his hand upon hers. She felt his breath against her skin. When a hand cupped her chin and forced her face up, she opened her eyes and wept. In the darkness, she saw only the outline of the man in front of her. She saw him stroking himself and turned away, letting the tears run freely.
The assault continued for longer than she could say. She'd grown numb, hoping to black out from the trauma and the drink. Eventually, she lay limp against the ground, only being held up by the men who forced themselves on her. Humiliated, broken. and disgusted, Penelo hated herself more than the words could say. Finally, with a last violent thrust, the man withdrew.
"Thanks, sweetness," the man said, laughing. "It was fun."
"Should we move her?" asked the other, fastening his pants.
"No, no need," the first replied.
Without even sparing a glance back, the two men opened the door and moved out into the hall. Once they had left, Penelo continued to lay on the floor unmoving for a long while. When the shakes started, the blond turned onto her side, drawing her torn blouse around herself, trying to hide her body. When she was able to stand again, she tried her best to flatten her hair but found she was unable to while trembling so badly. Slowly, she reached for the door and eased herself into the brightly lit and deserted hallway. Limping slightly, she tried to remember the way the men had led her. She tried and yet, was unable.
Penelo fell to the floor, allowing tears to run freely from her eyes, Curling in upon herself, she shook uncontrollably. When a hand touched her, she let out a small cry of fear, trying to twist away.
"Lady Penelo! What's happened to you?"
"Jax," she whispered, turning tear stained eyes to him.
"Miss, what's happened?" he asked again, kneeling next to her, staring at her bruised face and torn clothes unashamedly.
"Jax, please," she sobbed. "Please, help me..."
The tone of her voice was so filled with pain that the young man fell silent. Carefully, he helped her to her feet and placed his arms around her gently. For a moment, she recoiled from the touch. Scolding herself for her reaction, Penelo forced herself to let the man touch her. After all, he'd not been the one to attack and brutalize her... Slowly, the pale haired man lifted her into his arms, careful not to exasperate the wounds.
When his arm brushed the bruise on her thigh, Penelo winced. She allowed herself to grow warm, setting free her healing abilities to wrap herself and Jax in it. Her bruises faded, the cuts on her palms mending. Jax shuddered, apparently not knowing what was happening.
"Miss....what?"
She didn't respond to the question with words, but laid a hand on a small cut on Jax's hand. It mended quickly and his look of wonderment was replaced with a look of pity. He quickly averted his eyes from her and she flushed. Her blouse was so ripped that she was more exposed than she would have liked. Jax's modesty at her condition was a welcome change from what she'd experienced in the past few hours. As Jax carried her, Penelo's head rolled to the side, falling against the man's shoulder as she finally fell into blessed darkness.