>>55326819Imagine being Hilda and meeting up with Cynthia alone. You’ve heard the rumors about her with girls like you, but obviously those are just slanderous. She’s your friend and fellow champion. You trust her implicitly. As you and her share a few drinks at her summer home, you suddenly feel sleepy, and next to you is Cynthia, smiling at you with such a too wide grin as she asks you what’s wrong. You try to answer, but the fatigue washes over you and you fall asleep on the chair. The next time you wake up, you’re naked, your arms tied loosely on the bed. You see a Cynthia sitting atop of you, wearing nothing but black lingerie as she ecstatically exclaims you’re finally awake before leaning forward and shoving her tongue into your mouth. You’re still tired, but the sudden kiss made you wide awake, and you realize all too soon that the slanderous rumors was right. You try to fight her advances, your thighs squeezing together in hopes to protect yourself but it’s to no avail. Cynthia shoves her hand between your crotch, playing with it and gliding her finger over your slit as she keeps your head in place with your other hand. The fear is palpable, and in a moment of late clarity, you think to yourself that you’re going to be raped by your friend.
