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I'll give this a go, its something I started on a whim and I think I'm going to publish it if I can ever finish it:
Warning: Some mildly adult content, not suitable for small children.
Anna woke up on the roof of her car, her arm itching where a mosquito had found some of her needle scars. What happened, she wondered. Then things started to come back, and she realized that she was wearing no pants.
Anna rolled over off the car and stood on wobbly legs over the sleeping form of the guy who had invited her to the party, and brought the weed. She didn’t know him at all; they had just met at a book store where he was staring at her with his green eyes. He had long black hair, and wore tight women’s jeans.
She started looking around; they were parked on a dirt road, in a clearing surrounded by trees. There were empty beer cans and bottles all over the ground, and the smell of smoldering trash permeated the air and burned her nose.
There was no sign of her pants in or around her car, but the guy sleeping next to her car was about her size, a 7. She didn’t relish the thought of wearing his pants, but couldn’t drive back into town naked either. She thought back to last night, remembered how she was treated, how he had sex with her. When he was done his friend grabbed her by the hair and shoved himself on to her, she couldn’t resist. She didn’t want him to, but she knew that she deserved it, that she was too much of a whore to say no. She went limp, taking it and moaning weakly while each of them, the number too gloriously obscured by drugs to count, pushed themselves into her until she couldn’t feel anything but a dull ache and burn as they used her.
Anna felt her face flush with hot blood as she pushed the thoughts away, no longer feeling bad about stealing his pants. He got what he wanted from her, and she felt no remorse at the thought of leaving him without his pants and wallet in the woods as she drove away.
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