Hailey's Mistake
By Eficient

The longboard trembled under my feet as I moved over it, dancing from one place to the other as I followed the music playing from my phone.
I had been riding for a year now, and while I wasn't great, after many falls I had mastered the basics. I loved how free I felt as I rode down a steep street, the wind blowing on my hair and the houses blurring past me.
Anna, my best friend, was waiting for me in the mall, but I was in no rush. The day was too beautiful not to enjoy it, so I took my time, singing along the way.
As I neared the mall, I took a turn on the main street, and soon I was on the main square. It was empty, luckily, but there was a noose hanging from the gallows, letting everyone know that there would be an execution later that day.
A little depressed by that unwelcome dose of reality, I kept riding until I finally arrived at the mall.
Anna was waiting for me outside, dressed in some jean short shorts, a black sleeveless t-shirt with a skull stenciled over it and black canvas shoes. 
A couple of days ago she had cut her black hair short and spiky, and now I teased her that she looked like a boy, even thought you would never confuse her for one if you looked at her face.
She was simply gorgeous,, and I was a bit jealous of that. To make matters worse, she was almost a head taller than me.
I was a year younger than her, but we shared the same classes as she was held back a grade during her junior year.
As I stepped off my board, calling her name. She waved at me and then we hugged. 
It was early in the afternoon on a Friday, so we had the mall for ourselves for a couple of ours. Free to roam, we walked slowly along the mall, checking the same stores as we always did.
Of course neither of us had any money but we spent the day trying bikinis, dresses and shoes. No matter what she wore, she always looked like a goddess to me, and I always told her she should become a model someday.
After a few hours we arrived to Victoria’s Secret. I wandered along the shop, looking at bras that were as expensive as my monthly allowance and panties that were so small as to be a couple of strings and nothing more.
Anna came behind me with a silky babydoll in her hands. When I touched it, the sheer red fabric felt like water.
‘Wait for me, I want to try it out!’ she said as she entered the changing room. 
She was already walking away when I nodded. I looked around the area and found a full length mirror next to the cubicles. Standing in front of it, I looked at my reflection with a bit of sadness.
If I wore my shoes, I was a meter and a half tall, with a slim and kind of bony body. Turning slightly to the side, I looked at my breasts, wondering if they would ever grow like hers had.
I was wearing black tights, a loose white t-shirt that left one shoulder bare, and a black bra. My brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind my head, and I had put a little bit of makeup before leaving my house.
I always got a bit depressed when I looked at myself. Not that I was ugly, but I was just… generic. Brown hair, brown eyes, short, slim and with a simple round face.
Next to Anna I was nothing special, and while I didn't think she did it on purpose, she sometimes treated me like an accessory to her own good looks.
I was the girl next door, and she was the next super model… and that was just unfair.
‘Hailey! Come here, take a look at this!’ she said, coming out of a cubicle.
She was wearing the baby doll and her own red panties underneath. She turned around in a circle, the fabric flying away and raising up until I could see her round butt under it. 
‘What do you think? Doesn't it look cool?’ she asked me and I nodded.
Her nipples showed clearly against her pale skin and I caught myself staring at them as she looked at herself in the mirror. 
Besides being gorgeous, she was completely shameless. She would always talk about who she slept with, and what had she done with them, even though she knew I was still a virgin.
‘Crap, now I want this so bad!’ she said to me, her voice shrill with excitement.
After one last look on the mirror, she went back inside to change.
I walked away from the mirror, not wanting to ruin my mood anymore. For some reason I kept going back to the noose I saw back on my way here. I wondered who they were going to hang this time, and I shivered as I remembered when they hung my friend Emily.
After a few minutes, Anna came back and we started walking towards the exit.
As soon as we crossed the threshold, the alarm went off and she started running.
‘Run, Hailey!’ she said as she dropped her board on the floor before jumping on it.
It took me a second to realize what she had done, but I reacted just as a security guard came running from behind the counter. 
Like her, I started running before I jumped onto my board. I raced after her, catching her up as she turned around a big fountain.
Before I realized it, she had taken the baby doll from under her t-shirt, giving it to me.
Without thinking, I took it as we ran between the people, trying not to hit anyone. The mall was much more crowded than before and tried my best to weave my way around everyone.
Soon I could see the doors ahead of us, but just as I thought I had made it out, my board went flying off from under me.
I fell hard, hitting my head against the tiled floor. When I stopped sliding, I saw Anna crossing the doors that led outside, never looking back at me.
Someone grabbed me from my hair, making me scream in pain, before pulling me up. I struggled for a moment until I saw the police badge pinned against his chest.
Without any effort, he twisted my arms behind me, cuffing my wrists together before I could even say a word.
In front of us, the same guard that had chased me from the store had picked up the baby doll and my board from the floor while a crowd formed around us.
I hung my head in shame, trying to hide my face with my hair as they pushed me towards one of the service doors. 
As the door closed behind us, the cops radio crackled to life.
‘We got her, we will meet you in a minute’ someone said, obviously out of breath.
Cursing my own stupidity, I was led along a labyrinth of hallways with what seemed like a million doors until we arrived at the monitoring center.
A couple of guards turned around to look at me. In front of them the wall was covered in screens, showing the mall from an infinity of cameras. 
The cop pushed me forward, until we came into another room. It was barely bigger than a toilet stall, and had no windows.
After pushing me inside, he checked the cuffs, and then closed the door behind me.
As I looked around the tiny room finally dawned on me how fucked I was. I dropped to my knees and started crying. 
I wanted to call for the cop again, to tell him I had nothing to do with it. I just ran as a reflex, but I had a big knot on my throat and I couldn't even talk. 
Thinking of my parents, I tried to convince myself that they would get me out of this, but the more I thought about it the less I believed it.
I started screaming until my throat felt raw and I ran out of air, cursing Anna for being so stupid and self centered, but it made no difference.
After crying for an hour I finally calmed down a little. I was still anxious, but I was no longer crying when they came to pick me up again.
My face was a mess as what little makeup I had on, had ran down with my tears.
A guard came into the room and without saying a word he helped me up from the floor. 
I wanted to say something to him but my throat had a not in it and I could talk. He led me along the same hallways again until we arrived at a double door marked exit.
Once outside I looked around, but the place was mercifully empty. A white van was parked a few meters away, with the engine running and the back doors open.
When we walked towards it, a couple of guards in black uniforms came out.
The guard that was leading me stopped in placed and they greeted each other paying no attention to me. They started talking about last night's football game and the plans for the night, while I tried to control myself.
I wanted nothing more than to run away, but I knew that would only make things worse.
After talking for a few minutes, one of them took something from behind his back and before I knew it he had placed a black bag over my head.
I cried in surprise as he cinched it around my neck, and I felt someone pushing me forwards again.
‘Hey! What's going on!?’ I asked them as I started panicking, but the only response was a blow to the back of my head.
I stumbled forward, falling on the ground. With my hands behind my back I couldn't stop the fall, and I landed hard again, knocking my head once more. The blow left me dazed, and I struggled on the ground as I tried to get up again.
Without a word, they picked me up again, and soon I was pushed inside the van. The steel floor felt cold under me as they made me sit on the bare metal.
Afraid that they would beat me again, I stood still as I tried to hear what was happening.
The fabric was thick enough that I couldn't see anything out of it, and soon it got uncomfortably hot inside it. 
Out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my legs.
‘Shhhh, you better not move.’ someone said in front of me.
He started moving it around in circles, going higher and higher, until it landed on my crotch.
I gasped in surprise, paralyzed by fear as his fingers played over my cunt. I heard him breathing hard in front of me, as he pushed hard, spreading my lips and rubbing my clip.
Someone banged on the outside and I jumped in place, making him laugh. Luckily, he stopped and I heard the door closing behind him.
Alone, I sobbed quietly as the van started moving forward.
After a few minutes the van picked up some speed and then kept going without stops for many hours. I tried to remain awake, but the rumbling of the wheels on the road lulled me into a deep sleep.
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I woke up many hours later as the van came to a sudden stop. The front door opened and then closed, rocking the van before the back door opened. 
I turned my head towards it, feeling the cool air over my body. It felt much colder than back home, and I was soon shivering.
The van rocked as someone got up. Grabbing me by my arms, he picked me up until I could stand on my own. My legs felt cramped after so long on the floor, but he turned me around and then led me towards the door.
Another man grabbed me by my waist, lifting me up and placing me on the ground.
Outside the van, the wind was bitterly cold and I was soon trembling. Someone grabbed my arm again, and then led me inside. I relaxed a little as I felt the warm air around me. 
My feet squealed on the floor as I walked in front of him, until we stopped. In front of me I heard someone shuffling some papers.
‘Name?’ said the man in front of me.
‘He means yours, moron.’ the man holding me said as he poked me on the back with a finger. 
‘Hailey Evans.’ I said softly.
‘Age?’ he asked angrily.
‘Ahhh, I am 15 years old.’ I answered, growing anxious.
After that he asked me for my home address and my phone number and a few other questions. Afraid I wasn’t going to get another chance, I asked them if I could make a call, but they just told me that there would be plenty of time later.
I kept quiet after that as the man holding me gave him some information.
‘Okay, we are done, take her to 15D’ he said. 
Grunting, he pushed me forwards again and we walked for a few minutes until we arrived at a door.  He took the bag from my head, and the light blinded me for a moment. 
I was inside a small room, barely bigger than a queen sized mattress. As the last cell they had put me on, this one had no windows and it was completely empty.
The guard turned me around, and after taking the handcuffs off, he closed the door.
While I heard him locking the door, I rubbed my wrists. They were red from the cuffs, and they hurt a little.
After he was gone, I sat on the floor, too tired to cry again. Instead I closed my eyes, wondering what would happen to me. Dread grew with every passing time, and soon my heart was beating fast.
After a couple of hours waiting without knowing anything, I was getting pretty anxious. Many times I had heard steps behind the door, but every time they had gone by.
Finally, when I thought I was going to explode, the door opened.
Anna was standing behind it. She was naked and her body was covered in bruises.
I got up quickly, catching her as the guard behind her pushed her inside before closing the door again.
She collapsed in my arms, crying hysterically. Carefully, I helped her to the floor and made her sit. I sat in front of her, horrified at the state she was in.
Her lips was split open and I could see her mouth full of blood when she grimaced. Her body was covered in bruises and a few cuts, and her breast had more than a few bite marks on them.
Worst of all, when I told her to show me her legs I saw her thighs were stained with blood and semen. 
Heartbroken, I hugged her and we cried together. I ran my fingers through her short hair, trying to console her as she whined next to me.
After a few minutes I asked her what had happened, but she didn't want to tell me anything, instead she kept asking me to forgive her. She told me she had been really stupid, and despite my situation, I couldn't remain angry at her anymore.
Finally, she calmed down enough and I asked her again what they had done to her.
‘It doesn't matter, please, just let it go’ she insisted after I pressed her.
‘I am sorry for getting you into this mess. But you don't have to worry. Everything is going to be okay! I made a deal with them, they are going to let you go!’ 
Somehow I found that hard to believe, but I didn't want to make her feel any worse.
When I asked her what the deal was, she told me that it wasn't important.
‘But I have to ask you something. When the time comes, I need you to be there with me. Please, tell me you will!’
She sounded hysterical, but she refused to tell me what she meant.
Resigned, I told her to count with me and that seemed to calm her down again.
The room was much too cold to be naked, and soon her skin was covered in goose bumps. I sat next to her in a corner, hugging her and rubbing her back as I tried to keep her warm, but soon she was trembling.
They left us alone for a couple of hours while Anna grew colder and colder. I offered her my shirt but she refused. 
Finally, the door opened again and a guard stood in the threshold.
‘You, get up. You are coming with me’ he said, pointing towards Anna.
She got up immediately and without a word, and I followed her up.
‘No, you are going to stay here’ he said as he saw me following her.
‘Where are you taking her?’ I asked him. ‘ I want to go with her.’
He shook his head before taking a baton from behind his back and pointing it at me. 
‘Someone is coming for you in a few minutes. Don't push it unless you want me to stick this up your cunt, okay? ‘ he said waving the baton in front of my face.
Next to him, Anna was looking at me, her eyes wide with panic.
Afraid that he would hit me, I took a step back, raising my hands. He dragged Anna outside and then closed the door with a loud bang.
I anxiously waited for someone to come, and every minute that passed made it harder and harder to control myself. I paced the small room like a trapped rat until finally, 15 minutes later, the door opened and another guard appeared.
Without a word, he grabbed me by one arm, his fingers digging into my flesh until it started to hurt.
He dragged me along while I tried to keep up, until we came to a set of double doors. He knocked softly and the door opened a moment later.
A girl, a little bit taller than me peeked outside. She was wearing a headset on her head and a leather belt full of tools around her waist. She looked at me and then nodded to the guard who released me and then left.
She took my hand and led me inside, closing the door behind us.
Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw we were in some kind of filming studio. Most of it was dark, but on the other side, a big rig of light hung from the ceiling, illuminating a stage.
As we got closer, I saw Anna kneeling on the floor. A huge black man, completely naked, was standing in front of her while she sucked him.
I watched paralyzed at the scene as she tried, unsuccessfully, to swallow him whole.
No matter how hard she tried, she would star gagging before she had him half way down. It was painful to watch her as I knew that must have been painful. Above her, the black man just looked amused.
Watching at the camera, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed himself down her throat in one go. I gasped in surprises as I saw her throat bulging all the way to her chest.
She started pushing away but he held her firmly in place. Tears ran down her face as she gagged. Above her, he was smiling.
Finally, just as her face started to turn red, he released her. She collapsed on the floor, long strings of drool falling from her mouth as she coughed violently.
While she recovered, another two men appeared on the stage. Like the first, they were black and both were naked. Their cocks stood proudly in front of them, and they looked ridiculously big next to her. 
Anna lifted her head, and after looking at them her eyes grew wide and panicked. Without a word, they grabbed her and turned her around like a puppet. 
One of them laid on the floor, and a second lifted her up into the air before lowering her into the other man cock. She screamed in pain as he rammed her with it, but soon the other man had shoved his cock into her mouth again, silencing her.
The third man, not wanting to be left behind, spat on his hand before smearing his saliva on her ass. She buckled widely when she realized what they were planning, but she had no chance against the three.
Soon the third man was pushing himself inside her ass as she cried and screamed even with a cock down her throat.
I heard someone talking to me and I was finally able to look away. 
A tall brunette, dressed in a sharp looking suit,  was standing by my side. Hair was pulled tightly behind her and her face was very thin, making her look angry. She was looking at me impatiently.
She presented herself as Louisa, the lawyer in charge of the deal that Anna had made.
‘You see, you are both guilty of shoplifting, and you know the penalty for that around here’ I nodded grimly, too tired to discuss the fact that I had nothing to do with it.
I started crying as I looked at Anna again, being gang fucked by the three man on stage as the cameras filmed everything.
I had seen many snuff films before, both at school and at home with my friends. 
After all this time, I still remembered my first one, back when I was a junior in high school. Our history teacher had dimmed the lights of our classroom before putting a movie where a young girl was raped and the hung until she died.
After the video ended, most of the girls had been paralyzed by fear, while the boys had been eager to see another one. 
It wasn't the last, and with time we got to some that were even more gruesome.
With time, as we became teenagers, some of my friend had gotten a few movies to see on our own, and we teased each other saying that we looked like one girl or the other. It had seemed like an innocent game at the time, but I knew the difference now. 
With a broken voice, I asked her how she would go, knowing deep within me what the answer would be, and why Anna had been so shaken in the cell.
The woman looked at me coldly, like one would a stupid child, before telling me she would obviously be spitted.
My heart froze inside me as I tried to deny the situation, but there was no point in it. 
‘However, as part of the deal she made, we agreed to let you go. She had one request though, that you would stay with her until she went.’
I nodded numbly, wondering if I would be able to be there. Spittings were brutal affairs and I had seen a few before, though never in person.
Suddenly I panicked, and I told her I wouldn't be able to as my eyes returned to the stage. She grabbed my arm, pulling from it until I looked back at her.
‘If you don't, she is going to go alone. Surely you want to be there for her, right? She has asked for you specifically.’ she said, playing with my emotions.
‘Aren’t you her friend?’ she said after a moment, pushing me along.
Sobbing, I nodded once, to afraid that my voice would crack if I tried to talk again.
She handed me a clipboard and a pen, telling me to sign next to Anna's signature.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, but I finally managed to scribble my name next to hers. A few tears dropped on the paper, but she didn't seem to mind.
‘Good, someone will be here in a minute to tell you what to do.’ she said, tucking the clipboard under one arm.
Satisfied, she turned around and disappeared through a small door.
A moment later, the same girl that had led me inside tapped my shoulder. I turned around and found her listening to someone on her head set. After a second, she told me to get ready.
Everything was going too fast for me and I started to regret my decision. I looked at her, searching for some sympathy, but I found only annoyance.
With trembling hands, I undressed and she took my clothing. Once I was down to my underwear I looked around, suddenly afraid of taking it off in the crowded studio.
‘Hurry up, will you? We are on a schedule here’ she told me angrily.
I looked at her, speechless, but I finally unclipped my bra, giving it to her. After taking my panties off, she bundled it with the rest before throwing them on the floor, next to stack of boxes.
Feeling more vulnerable than before, I followed her to the edge of the stage. 
Anna was kneeling on the floor again, her head tilted back and her mouth open as the three man masturbated around her.
One by one, they came into her open mouth. She remained still until the third was done, and then one of the cameraman took a step forward, putting the camera in front of her face. 
She looked into the lens as her tongue played with the thick semen, until one of the man told her to swallow. She obediently closed her mouth and tried to swallow, but after two big gulps she started heaving.
What she still had in her mouth ran down her chin and her chest, coating her breasts in the slimy substance while she looked embarrassed and afraid.
As if she were a dog, one of them patted her in the head as she smiled weakly for the camera.
Suddenly I knew I wasn't ready for this. I wouldn't be able to stand next to her as they killed her. I turned to run, but the girl behind seemed to know what I was thinking and before I could she me pushed me forward until I was on the stage. 
One of the black men took my hand, leading me to the center until I was standing next to Anna. 
Without realizing it I stepped into the pool of cum on the floor, and I felt disgusted as the fluid pooled around my toes.
‘Hey everybody’ said the man holding my hand. ‘This is Hailey, Anna’s best friend!’ 
I looked into the camera, embarrassed by my nudity but to afraid to cover myself.
‘Hi’ I said meekly after they told me to.
Besides me I could see Anna trembling in place. One of the man stood behind her, his big hands on her shoulders to make sure she stayed put.
‘Hailey here is going to help Anna while we spit her, isn’t that right Anna?’ he asked her.
She looked terrified as she nodded frantically, her breast bouncing slightly with every movement.
From behind the cameras, someone handed the third man a long metal pole. The spit gleamed under the hard lights of the studio, and it's tip looked impossibly sharp.
I couldn't look away as he showed it to the camera. My eyes felt glued to the spit, as I imagined what it would do to Anna in a few minutes. 
Tears started to fall down my face as he stood by her. The man holding me let go of my hand to pick up a short and narrow bench. He placed it next to Anna just as the man holding her kicked her on the back of her knees. 
She collapsed on the floor with a cry of pain. Without giving her time, he lifted her onto the bench, laying her face down on it. Her hips rested on the edge and her head hung from the other.
It was too short for her to lay completely, so her knees were on the ground, and I could see the sides of the bench digging into her breasts.
Taking a piece of rope from an assistant, he tied her hands behind her back, pulling tightly. Almost as soon as he was done her hands started turning a red and she grimaced from the pain.
While the man worked, her breathing became uneven and shallow. I felt pity for her, and I wished there was more than I could do for her. I tried thinking of something to console her, but nothing came to my mind.
With more rope, he tied her knees to the bottom of the bench, and with another rope he tied her torso to the top.
After he was done, she tried moving, but the ropes only cut into her skin.
Finally, someone gave him a wicked looking ring gag. The ring was bare metal, and way too big for her, but he forced it into her mouth, pulling it apart painfully. Once it was in, he secured it behind her back with a leather strap.
I hadn't realized how afraid I was, but when one of them grabbed my arm from behind I jumped in place.
‘Hey gorgeous.’ he said, trying to sound smooth. ‘I want you to suck my cock.’ he said pointing at his rigid cock in front of me.
Horrified, I took a step back as I shook my head, but he closed his hand over my arm until I cried in pain.
‘It wasn't a suggestion, bitch.’ he said, his tone much colder than before.
I remembered how they had beat Anna before, and that was the only incentive I needed.
I kneeled on the floor in front of him, and took his cock in one hand. It felt hot, almost feverish, and as I was about to take it into my mouth I felt the musky smell I knew was coming from Anna's ass.
Disgusted I pulled back, but he wasn't having it. As with Anna, he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pushed himself inside my mouth.
Like her, I couldn't swallow him entirely, and I hopped that he would be satisfied with my efforts as I tried not to gag from the disgusting taste.
‘John, help me with her’ he said to someone behind me and soon one of the other men had grabbed my hands.
He pulled them behind me until my arms were stretched painfully and then pushed me forwards.
I had no way to stop him as he buried himself inside me. I felt him stretching my throat until I started choking and then he kept going until my nose was smashed against his stomach, his balls pressed against my chin.
Unable to breath, I panicked immediately but man holding me from behind didn't care. He started pushing me in and out while his friend moaned in pleasure. Whenever his head passed by the back of my mouth I would gag, and soon my lungs started burning from the lack of air.
I closed my eyes, praying that they would release me soon, but it seemed to stretch forever.
Just as my whole chest started burning they finally released me. I fell on my hands, coughing violently as my body tried to breathe again. I heaved a couple of time and a bit of vomit came up through my throat, burning me from the inside.
I started laughing hysterically, glad that I could breathe again.
When I opened my eyes I found a camera in front of my face, the dark lens capturing my humiliation.
I looked away, but the cameraman just followed me around, determined to capture the scene no matter what I thought.
‘Come here girl, time for the real fun’ one of the men said behind me.
When I turned around I found him lying on the floor, in front of Anna. He was stroking his cock and I immediately tried to escape.
One of the others caught me, grabbing me under my shoulder and pulling me up like a little child. As he took me towards the one on the floor, I kept shaking my head from side to side while my mouth opened and closed silently. I was paralyzed, not even able to talk.
Slowly, he lowered me onto his friend while the other guided me into his cock.
‘Fuck her good, John!’ said the one holding me.
I heard John spitting into his hand and then he smeared his saliva over my cunt. I tensed my whole body, trying to stop him but it was useless.
‘Please, no!’ I whimpered with what little air I had, but he just laughed.
I felt his cock entering me slowly, stretching my cunt as he penetrated me. After a few seconds he stopped with only the head inside and I breather in relief, but he was just getting started.
Grabbing my hips, he started pulling me down into him while I tried to push the other way with my legs.
Unable to resist him, he slowly dragged me down. I cried in pain as I felt my cunt stretching beyond its limit. With no foreplay, I wasn't even wet, so the deeper he went the harder it became.
Exhausted, I fell forward, resting my hands on his chest, as I bit my lower lip from the pain.
After a minute of pure torture, he was finally inside me, and my hips were resting on top of his. I closed my eyes, and tried to remain still as every movement was agony, but he started fucking me slowly.
Someone grabbed my hair again, pulling my head up and soon I had another cock in my mouth. I swallowed him as best as I could but I couldn't find a rhythm between the two.
Like the last one, he started fucking my mouth like a cunt, burying himself deeply into me. Every time his cock bumped against the back of my mouth I gagged a little, and soon my mouth was full of thick and slimy saliva.
Since they wanted to stretch this for a while, from time to time the one in my mouth would pull out just long enough for me to breath once or twice.
They started fucking me harder, until they were slamming their cocks into me, punishing me for my disobedience.
Minutes passed as they fucked me, while the cameras record every angle. I felt humiliated as they raped me, knowing that many more would get off on the video later on. Worst of all, I could hear Anna wailing behind me, thought I couldn't turn around to see why.
But the worst was still to come.
I felt both men grabbing me tightly just as I felt the third one kneeling behind me. It took me no time to realize what was next and I panicked instantly, buckling like crazy in an effort to escape. Their only answer was a hard slap on my ass that made me gasp in pain.
I felt something cold landing on my asshole and then his hand smearing it around. Then he inserted a finger inside my asshole, trying to loosen me a bit.
Scared as I was, I clamped tight, even though I knew it would only make it worst. I hear him grunting behind me and then he pushed another finger inside me.
Pain shot through my body as he fingered my asshole. Overwhelmed by the pain, my heart started pounding hard until I could feel it inside my head and my body covered in sweat.
Apparently satisfied, I felt his fingers leaving me only for him to press his cock against my asshole.
He had some trouble pushing himself in, but he was apparently enjoying it. I heard him moaning in pleasure as I felt him stretching my asshole.
Meanwhile the other two kept fucking me, but know the one in my mouth didn't give me another chance to breathe. Starved for air as I was, it wasn't long before my head started feeling heavier and my lungs started to burn.
I clenched my asshole as hard as I could as the pain grew with every passing second, but it made no difference to him, he kept pushing himself inside me despite my efforts. Soon my vision turned white from the pain and it was the only thing I could think of.
My asshole felt on fire as he forced himself deeper inside me, and soon I felt something warm trickling down my thighs.
Finally he managed to push himself fully inside my intestines, and he was free to start fucking me. The first time he pulled out it felt as if he was dragging my insides out. 
I choked from the pain. Vomit rose up from my stomach, but my throat was blocked. Instead, it went into my lungs, burning me inside. 
Knowing I was going to die soon if they kept going, I wailed form them to stop, but it only seemed to make them hornier. 
Desperate, I started scratching John’s chest, but he clamped my wrists together, crushing them under his own hands.
I opened my eyes and found a camera in front of my face. I could see my face reflected in it, my face covered in tears and my mouth stretched wide open with a cock inside it.
The man inside my mouth took one of his hands to my neck and I felt him massaging his own cock over my throat. I felt cheated and humiliated for being so stupid and then my vision started to close around me.
Then I was too tired to fight anymore. I wanted to live, I had so much more ahead of me, but a terrible weight settled over me and I simply gave up.
They must have felt my body going limp because they stopped fucking me and one by one they released me. 
My ass screamed in agony as the one fucking it left me. I felt it gaping open as blood ran down my legs. Then John slid from under me, leaving my cunt sore and stretched. 
The last one to release me was the one inside my mouth. His cock left my abused throat and I was finally able to puke. My stomach twisted on itself painfully, ejecting everything it had. I collapsed on the floor just as the last of the vomit slid down my chin.
They left me alone on the floor, and somehow my body managed to draw some air into my tortured lungs. Slowly, I recovered while only the cameraman remained in front of me, glued to my face in an effort to catch every last detail of my agony.
The sound of the studio seemed to return slowly as I recovered. I was aware of someone giving them directions but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
As my vision returned, I saw one of them kneeling in front of me.
‘You okay, whore?’ he asked me.
No, I was definitely not okay, I thought, but when I tried to talk they only thing I could produce was a broken croak.  He smiled, and then he grabbed my hair, pulling from it until I was kneeling on the floor.
Despite all that had happened, I remembered what they had done to Anna so I knew what they wanted.
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, extending my tongue. They formed a semicircle around me, with the camera in front of me as they masturbated.
They came inside my mouth one by one, filling me with their cum. It felt warm and sticky as it oozed over my tongue. I remained still, not wanting to spill any, afraid of what they could still do to me.
Once they were done, the camera took a close up of me, and then one of them told me to swallow.
I obediently closed my mouth, and in three big gulps, I swallowed it all. I feel it sticking to my throat, and for a moment I was afraid it would come back up, but after a few seconds my stomach settled.
I opened my mouth to show them it was gone and they patted my head like one would a dog.
I felt deeply humiliated as they congratulated themselves and the camera zoomed in on my face. They had raped me and then used me as place to aim they cum, just a piece of ass to have fun.
I started crying as I finally broke down emotionally. I wanted to leave, but I knew they wouldn't let me.
The cameraman kneeled in front of me and then lifted my chin with one hand.
‘Are you hurt, you little whore?’ he asked me mockingly.
I closed my eyes in shame as the cold lens looked at me. Out of nowhere, he slapped me hard and I fell to the floor, bumping my head against something hard.
When I opened my eyes I saw Anna’s head hanging above me. Drool was running down her face and onto mine as she couldn't swallow, and she looked as miserable as I felt.
I can't say with words what I felt then. On one hand I hated her for being so selfish, so stupid, but I also felt pity for her because I she would get the worst part. No one wanted to die. And being impaled was probably the worst way to go, even if it was done carefully. With the beating and the rape she had received, I knew they would make it is as agonizing as they could.
When I tried to move my asshole cried in pain and I took a hand towards it. It came out bloody and I was afraid he had broken something. Slowly, I touched myself wincing from the pain every time did. I was still gaping open, but besides being sore I didn't think he had hurt me.
John stood in front of me, his naked feet standing over a pool of puke and semen.
When I looked up he extended one hand, and after taking it he helped me up.
‘Time to finish this, whore.’ he said smiling.
I looked at Anna before nodding. There was no point in prolonging it more for her.
‘Will it be painful?’ I asked him, regretting it almost instantly.
‘Oh, yeah. I will make sure of that’ he said.
I looked back at him but his smile made me freeze in place. 
In one swift movement, he turned me around pulling my arms to my back and clamping my wrists together. Another man wrapped a length of rope around them as I pulled uselessly, and soon they had tied them together. He snaked the remaining rope along my arms until he got to my elbows, and then he tied another knot, pulling them together until they were touching.
I gasped in pain as they force my shoulder back. My chest was pushed forward and my breast were sticking in front of me.
Someone pulled my hair from behind, bending my neck until I cried from the pain and then they shoved a ring gag into my mouth. It was as big as Anna’s, and it stretched my jaw until I heard it crack painfully inside my skull.
Once it could go no further, they locked it behind my head.
John grabbed my breasts, kneading them as if they were a piece of raw bread. He pinched my nipples, making me cry from the pain but he kept pulling from them until they turned white.
The pain was even worst as he released them and the blood flowed into them again. I swayed on my feet and I felt light headed from the pain, but it soon turned into a dull ache.
As I recovered I heard something falling behind me and they turned me around.
One of the men was holding a spit, identical to the one they had brought for Anna. I started screaming and trying to run but another on held me in place.
I panicked and I started thrashing around as I tried to escape but they slapped my face twice, leaving my ears ringing from the blows.
They dragged me to another bench and they made me lay on it. The end dug into my hips and I had to keep my head high unless I wanted to choke on the other edge. 
‘Naahhhh!’ I mumbled into the gag, my throat hurt from the previous abuse.
‘Tou faid touu whoud leme goooo! Tou poomisssed!’ I screamed hoarsely.
In front of me Anna was wailing and kicking, but she was tied too well for her to escape. She had obviously believed them when they told her they would let me go.
They wasted no time before I felt them tying me to the bench, with a rope across my back and more on my legs. I was shorter than Anna so my knees did not reach the floor, so the wooden edge under my hip started to dig into me.
Tears ran down my face as I pulled every muscle in me, but I was too weak to escape.
The man with the spike kneeled in front of me, the camera by his side. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head up and forced me to look at him.
‘You should have read that paper before you signed it, whore. You must be pretty stupid to thrust someone like us’ he said to me.
Around us the whole studio seemed to be laughing and I felt my face turning a deep red.
‘Cut!’ someone shouted and everyone in the studio started talking at the same time.
I looked at Anna in front of me. Her face was puffy and her eyes were red from crying. She mumbled something to me as she pulled at the ropes, but I couldn't understand a word.
I looked to my side, trying to see what was happening, but the lights of the stage were blindingly bright and beyond it I could only see shadows.
A small flame of hope grew inside me as minutes passed. Maybe they would still let me go after filming Anna. Maybe it was just part of the show, right?. As I tried to convince me, I cursed myself for not reading that paper, but it was too late.
I hated myself for thinking it, but I just wanted them to kill her and let me go. I hadn't done anything. I didn't want to die!
Anna seemed to give up as she hung her head down. I heard her crying, but she remained still on the bench.
I started to get anxious as the studio seemed to grow quieter. The same girl than before came to me and looked into my eyes. After nodding she grabbed Anna's hair, pulling her head up. She didn't say a word as the girl looked at her and then she left.
I realized that the studio had gotten completely silent, and I tried to see why.
‘And action!’ someone shouted behind me, making me jump.
The three men came forward again, carrying the two spits. Seeing them made my blood run cold inside me.
John kneeled between the two of us. He pulled from the benches until we were aligned with each other, and then stayed there, his hands on our backs, caressing us like a lover would do.
The other two took position behind us, spits in hand. I saw the one behind Anna leering at me and I started trembling from the fear.
One of the cameraman stepped forward and John pulled our hair, twisting our head towards the camera. The three men posed with us for the camera, and I couldn't stop myself from imagining them as hunters, posing with some wild prey they had just shot.
The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I choked as an image of my head on a wall flashed on my mind.
Anna looked at me desperately as I heard the man behind me moving, but I couldn't see him. Behind her, the one holding the spit kneeled on the floor, lining the steel pole with her body. Her eyes grew wide as he pressed it forward and I could see the muscles of her jaw clamping on the steel ring as she fought with the pain.
I closed my eyes, preparing for the same just as I felt the cold point of the spit over my asshole. I too bit on the ring in my mouth as he pushed it inside me. If the anal rape had been brutal, the feeling the spit gave me was pure agony.
I tried to squirm away, but the ropes held me down and the only thing I managed was to cut myself on them.
Little by little I felt it entering my body, deeper than anything before. From time to time I could feel him angling it one way or the other, as he tried to line it up with my intestines. 
The feeling was painful and at the same time revolting as I felt it pushing my internal organs. My stomach felt cramped and soon I was covered in a cold sweat.
The more the spit entered me, the more friction it had to fight, and soon he was pushing my whole body forward.
John leaned closer to me, his hands caressing the top of my head as I grunted in pain, tears running down my face.
‘Do you feel that, whore? The ultimate fuck. And definitely your last!’ he said mockingly.
The little flame of hope died instantly as he spoke, and then I finally knew for certain that I was going to die.
I started sobbing as images from my life flashed in my mind. My friend, my family, my first crush... I remembered the long summer days, the sun shining on my skin as I laid by the pool at my house.
I grew more and more distressed as he worked the spit inside me and a sudden push made my cry in pain.
‘Ungghhh!’ I cried, twisting my head from the pain.
‘Ups…’ he said behind me, laughing.
John pulled my hair again, lifting my head up.
‘Look, you don't want to miss this!’ he said as Anna’s eyes flew open and she started wailing.
The man behind her started grunting from the effort, but he skillfully kept the spit on the right path. I knew he had pierced her intestines and her diaphragm, as Anna was struggling to breath.
‘Are you afraid?’ he asked me softly.
I nodded with my head, as I looked into Anna’s eyes while a stream of tears ran down my face.
I was really afraid. For me, and for her. Her face was a mask of pain as he worked furiously, the spit disappearing inside her as if by magic.
Soon she started gagging. She pushed her tongue outside her mouth and she coughed once, a long and raspy sound coming from her.
‘Get ready’ I heard John say and I breathed deep, knowing what was to come.
Anna started convulsing, her body shaking violently until I could hear the ropes holding her creaking from the strain.
Then I couldn't look anymore. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, but John had other plans.
I felt his hand on my neck and he started squeezing. I opened my eyes again, knowing what he wanted, and soon he released the pressure.
She tried to scream, but she couldn't. I heard her gurgling and John pulled her head up, lining her neck with the advancing spit.
A bulge started growing at the base of her neck and soon I could see her throat stretching as the spit moved forward. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head but she was still screaming.
Slowly, I saw the tip emerging from her mouth until it passed through the ring gag. It was a tight fit, but soon the tip was past it and he let go of her head.
The spit had pierced her completely, and I watched with horror as the tip, dripping with blood, kept moving towards me. I tried to turn away but John me in place.
Luckily for me, the spit stopped half way between the two.
‘Noooouuuu! Annnaaaaa!’ I mumbled into the gag as the man behind her was congratulated by the other two.
My eyes were glued into her face as she convulsed once more. Finally, her body went limp,  and I knew she was dead.
I looked at her face, the tip coming out of her mouth grotesquely, and I wept. Despite the bruises and the blood, she still looked beautiful.
Something broke inside me as I watched my best friend dead while people around me cheered. I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel, but I knew the answer to that already. Exhausted, I just wanted for them to end this.
But I was still afraid. I had seen what they had done to her, and now it was my turn. I started hyperventilating, my breathing fast and shallow as I tried to contain the panic rising in me.
I realized that the spit inside me had been still the whole time, but soon he grabbed it again and he resumed his dark work.
He kept pushing it inside me and I felt it relentlessly moving forward, but I had no way to know how far in he was.
‘Get ready, it your turn now! How I am going to enjoy it!’ John said before he spat on my face.
Despite everything they had done to me, I still felt disgusted as his warm saliva slid slowly down my face. I looked at him as I blinked, trying to clear the tears from my eyes when I felt a sharp prick deep inside me.
Knowing he had reached the end of my intestines, I breathed deeply one last time and then closed my eyes.
Behind me I heard him grunting with effort, then I felt the pressure inside me raising. With one final push, my intestines gave way and the tip pierced them.
‘UNGHHHHH!’ I screamed wildly. 
What little air I had in my lungs escaped me and I fought a losing battle to get more air inside me.
My stomach clenched in agony and it felt full of hot rocks while he worked quickly behind me. I felt the tip moving inside me, searching for my trachea. The spit kept going further inside me all the time, and soon my body felt heavy and feverish. 
Sweat poured from my skin while I bit hard on the ring. I felt one of my teeth shattering on the steel but it felt like nothing compared to the agony inside me.
John pulled from my hair again, lifting my head in the air and I felt another sharp pain inside me.
I started gagging, as my body felt the spit sliding up toward my open mouth but I couldn’t stop it. 
His free hand rested on my neck, squeezing it slowly and soon I felt the spit inside my throat. My body trembled as every muscled pulled and contracted at the same time and then I felt the tip scraping against the ring.
John’s hand released my head but now the spit, passing through my throat, held me in place. I could taste my own blood on it and as it kept going through me the tip appeared in front of my eyes, protruding from my mouth.
It moved a little bit more and then it stood still, almost touching Anna’s spit. 
The three men cheered and I felt one slapping my ass, but once the spit stopped moving the pain wasn't that terrible. I knew I was bleeding inside me and with my throat completely filled with the spit, I wouldn't be able to breathe again. It was only a matter of time before one of those finally killed me.
I was strangely calm as the world around me started to fade. My vision narrowed down until I could only see Anna in front of me and then my eyelids became heavy. 
Sounds were muted and everything sounded far away. I think I saw the camera moving just outside my view, but I wasn't sure and by that time I didn't care.
My last day started playing inside my head, and I saw myself running past my mom as she tried to kiss me goodbye that morning. I was going to miss her, and I regretted not telling her how much I loved her, despite what my teenage moods might have said.
I saw myself at Victoria's Secret, and I cursed myself for running away. I remembered how they had raped me just a few minutes ago, and the pain in my body flared as a remainder of the abuse I had suffered.
I convulsed once, and then laid still on the bench, the wood cold and hard under me.
But I was just too tired. My lungs were burning from the lack of air and I knew I had no way out. I don't know how long it lasted, it might have been a minute or ten, but I had no way of knowing.
As my body went limp, I distantly felt myself pissing, the warm urine running down my thighs. Then my vision went black and the pain finally disappeared.