From: an678423@anon.penet.fi (Wiley04)
Subject: REPOST: Girls_1.0 (mmf nc rape)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Warning: Check the tags. This is an nc/rape story.
Author's note:
Girls_1.0 is the first of several stories where the 'heroine' is first described physically in detail. Girls_2.0 is not related to Girls_1.0 in any other way.
Comments are usually appreciated.
Enjoy,
Wiley04
Picture:
A young woman, 23 years old, bright, personable, attractive. She
stands 5'9" and weighs 138 lbs. Of Italian descent, she has the fine
chiselled features of Rome, with a strong, aquiline nose, sharp
cheekbones, and large, beautiful brown eyes to match her straight light
brown hair which is cut to shoulder length. She has a strong chin and
a generous mouth which frequently breaks into a dazzling smile. A
beautiful woman, her body is firm and fit. Her legs, long, shapely,
well-muscled, and tanned a smooth brown,catch the eye, especially with
her tendency toward short, flirty skirts, shorts, or spandex. Her legs give
way to two firm, well-shaped buttocks, which in turn lead to a narrow
waist and strong, flat stomach. Her breasts are two perfect size B globes
set high on her chest,each one capped by a small pink nipple. Her
name is Christina.
She is walking home late that night, wishing she hadn't worn such
a short skirt, or at least had worn some stockings. But she has just
finished speaking to, and flirting with, her T.A., and she had figured she
had best go prepared. So she had put on some light makeup,a
sleeveless white blouse with a muscle-T under it instead of a bra, both
arranged so as to show a wide expanse of chest, yet not revealing
anything of her breasts, and a loose, short,plaid, pleated, "school-girl"
skirt to show her legs and thighs to their best advantage. The meeting
had gone well, too. A few suggestions and she had arranged a date--it
helped when he couldn't take his eyes off her legs. A few more
"suggestions", she figures, and she would have both a good time--she
finds him extremely handsome--and a great "tutor" for the class.
She shivers, goose bumps standing out on her legs and arms, as
she begins the 200 yard march through Midnight Alley, so named
because even during the day the trees shadowed it from the sun.
Bushes and shrubs and clearing stand among the trees and are refuge
for the homeless and the criminal. She isn't worried, though, since she
has walked this way many times before. Still, she looks around and
wishes there were others present.
Striding purposefully through the Alley, she hears a rustling in the
bushes to her left. She half turns toward the sound when she feels
someone behind her. She draws in a breath to scream, but it is too late
as a large cloth engulfs the lower half of her face and drags her head
backwards, her body stumbling after it. She crashes into a body behind
her, her scream choked by the reflex effort of staying upright. The
body, she thinks, is a target: she prepares to attack it and escape. Her
panic rises, though, as she hears leaves rustle under her feet, and
she realizes she's been pulled off the path and any easy path to
freedom. She pulls her hands away from the cloth around her face
and prepares to elbow her attacker. Suddenly another body crashes into
her front, knocking her and her attacker to the ground. Her breath
whooshes out of her as she feels arms wrap around her torso.
A voice from the body beneath her curses as she struggles, her arms
now pinned to her sides, only her magnificent legs free, and whispers
harshly, "Get her, goddammit, get her."
"Shut up and tie it off," is the response. Her breath comes ragged as
her panic peaks. A strangled, muffled cry comes from her throat as
all her strength releases itself as she bucks upwards, throwing the body
atop her to the side. All is chaos for a moment, black forms of men
below her and to the side, dark bushes and trees obscuring her sight,
flashes of images that her mind, in its panic, does not bother to process.
Her head comes free for a moment and she is on her hands and knees,
scrambling to stand as her blouse is ripped from her as she pulls away.
She reaches for the cloth still around her face and half stands half
crouches, ready to flee, so close to freedom, when she is tackled from
behind.
"Uuuhh," she cries as she lands hard on the ground, her wind
leaving her in a painful burst. The man atop her is big and strong, and
her struggles pause as she recovers. He is straddling her back, holding
her down with his weight. Her head snaps back as he pulls on the
cloth around her lower face, her hands reach out in front of her,
scrabbling in the dirt for purchase, for some escape. The cloth bunches
up and is pulled harshly into her mouth, drawing her lips back from her
teeth and strangling her tongue. "Aaaahhhhhhgggg!"she cries, her hands
grabbing at the restraining cloth. Her whole body is pulled up as her
head is pulled back, and a picture of herself flashes before her eyes: on
her stomach in the dirt, a man straddling her lower back. Her legs, long,
tan, and muscular, kicking behind her, powerless to help. Her
school-girl skirt barely covers her muscular buttocks from the eyes of
her second attacker. Her head and upper body is pulled back by the
man on top of her, using the cloth like a bit in a horses mouth. Her
back is arched back, her breasts clearing her ground, hanging loose,
covered only by a flimsy muscle-T. Her large brown eyes are wide and
rolling in panic as her body is brought under control. Like an
animal,she thinks briefly, like an animal.
Her head is released suddenly, but the cloth is still there. She bangs
her face against the ground, stunning herself momentarily. Hands grab
her wrists, tearing their grip from the cloth and dragging them behind
her. "Gimme the cuffs," she hears one of them say, and rocks her body
back and forth, trying to escape, knowing it is futile as she feels the cold
metal around her wrists. "Gotcha bitch," she hears one of them gloat.
She stills, catches her breath, and senses that they do the same. One
of them says,"Let's see what we got," and the one on her back moves off
her and rolls her over onto her back and arms. For the first time she
sees her attackers in the dim light of the moon through the trees. One
is big, 6'3" and at least 240 lbs. The other is 5'11 and about 175 lbs.Both
are muscular and well built, and both have ski masks obscuring their
faces, which she finds all the more terrifying, although a small portion
of her mind holds out hope that this means that they intend on letting
her go.
Her nostrils flaring, her chest heaving, she makes one last attempt
to escape, drawing her legs up and kicking out, flopping with an
"ooofff" back on the ground like a landed fish.Her abductors merely
move back and then grab her when she lands, the big one now
straddling her midriff and the small one lying across her legs, holding
them down.
"Not bad," says the big one as he runs his hands over her chest,
pushing the flimsy T across her shoulders. "Not bad at all." His hands
burn on her breasts, and she pleads with her eyes and squirms under his
rough treatment as he squeezes them and pinches the nipples and rolls
them around between his fingers.
"Eeeeessss oooooo" she whimpers through her gag as he moves off
her, still keeping one arm across her waist to hold her down, and bends
down and takes one into his mouth,producing a strong burning
sensation through her chest and upper body. She groans in humiliation
as she feels the small one tug her skirt from her body.
"Man," he says, "you should check out these legs. They're goddamn
gorgeous." He's sitting on her knees, running his hands up and down
her thighs, slapping and pinching them just to see her squirm. She
struggles as he slides his knees between hers and slides his body down
against her legs until his head is just above and between her upper
thighs.
"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh" she screams through her gag and tenses her
body until it is as taunt as a bowstring as the big one bites down hard
on her nipple. She begins trembling uncontrollably when she feels the
hot breath of the smaller one between her thighs and against her sex.
With one smooth motion he grabs her panties and stands, removing her
last shred of clothing, lifting her legs for a moment in a 120 degree arc
from her body. Startled, she stops shaking, only to start again when
he drops back down to her crotch, his nose gently nuzzling her sparse
brown pubic hair.
The big one has stopped sucking on her breasts and is
absentmindedly mauling them while watching his partner play with her
pussy. Her trembling increases as she feels the gentle caress of his
tongue against her labia, the moisture of his breath making it moist and
warm. She bucks her hips upward, trying to dislodge him, but he holds
on and continues to gently lick around her labia, avoiding her clitoral
area.
"We sure got ourselves a hot one," the big one comments, leaning
across her again and sucking on the side of her neck. She is shaking
uncontrollably now, trembling in fear and reaction, and she flashes back
to her first time. She had been 13 and he had been 16 and exceedingly
handsome. She remembers trembling then like she is now, but then it
was from apprehension. She had been teasing him and herself for
months with flirting and petting and heavy petting, but hadn't been sure
she wanted to go all the way. It hadn't mattered to him, though, and
she remembers half-heartedly trying to push him off when he climbed
on top of her, wanting and not wanting him to continue. She
remembers the exquisite agony of that first penetration, and his
powerful, silent form as he thrust maniacally into her. She had
screamed with the shock of the pain, and shook like a leaf as she was
impaled forcefully on his cock. She remembers him stopping, his face
a mask of concentration, stopping for minutes at a time, just holding
himself inside her, then continuing the brutal onslaught. She remembers
how the pain turned into an exquisite pleasure, and unbearably
overwhelming ecstacy, and how she began to grunt in time to his
impalings. She remembers him bringing her to a screaming, bucking,
thrashing, clawing climax before he dumped his seed inside her.
She remembers all that while her rapists abuse her body. One is
swirling his tongue around her clitoris, sending jolting sensations
through her body. The other is sucking on her neck and chest, moving
his mouth across her nipples, nibbling and bruising her body with his
mouth and hands, causing her to squirm in a pain that borders on
pleasure. She arches her back and swings her hips back and forth
in a frenzy when the small one takes her clit between his lips and bites
down softly--the sensations are too much, she cannot take it.
"Uuuhhggg...aaaahhhh...oooooo" she whimpers and begs as the assault
on her clitoris and breasts continue, driving her into a painful fever pitch
of sensation.
She blushes in shame as she feels her sex warm and moisten, her
labia getting that slippery feeling of sexual desire. "Ooooooo" she
cries out as she feels the small one, still assaulting her clitoris with his
tongue, slide his fingers easily into her now slick cunt. She has never
before felt this humiliated in all her life; they are treating her as less than
human,as some piece of meat to satisfy their hate and their lust. She
wants to tell them they don't have to do this, that she they're her
type--big, strong, muscular. All they need do is a little flirting, a little
play, and she'd enjoy sex with them. But not like this, not with dirt
pressing into her ass, with her arms painfully behind her, not gagged
and bound and taken like an animal. Please, please she thinks while
she squirms around, trying to dislodge the fingers and mouth which are
providing such exquisite sensations to her body.
"Out of the way," she hears the small one say urgently, "she's all
ready to go, and I've got to have me a piece of this meat." Suddenly
the big one is gone and the small one is on top of her, his legs holding
hers apart and his cock pressing insistently against her vagina. He looks
down into her eyes, smiles, and says, "You really want this, don't you,
you whore?"
She shakes her head violently, "oooooo! oooooo!" Noooooo!
Nooooo! she tries to say as he thrust hard into her. She almost weeps
as she feels him enter her, and her mind cringes at the thought of her
rape. It is a painless entrance, so like so many others she had
experiences, but so different because this one is against her will. Now
he is laying full against her, his shirt scraping her tenderized nipples and
breasts, sending teeth-jarring sensations across them, his pelvis pressing
against her sensitized clitoris, washing a wave of unwanted pleasure
across her frame.
He is whispering in her ear as he slowly begins to fuck her, using
a gentle circular motion to his thrusts to put the most pressure on her
clitoris and keeping his body up against her chest. "I know you want it
whore," he whispers. "From the first time I saw you I knew, with
that short skirt and those long legs.... And the way you juiced up for
me. You're nothing but a pig slut, a goddamn fucking machine. Good
for nothing but fucking in the dirt. A whore, a cheap, slutty, worthless,
fucking whore."
"You like that cunt?" he continues as he bore down on her, his
motions atop her sending her body into a trembling need. He is
fucking her slowly, deliberately, brutally; he is trying to humiliate her
with her own body, and she feels him winning. A warmth spreads from
her loins down her thighs and up her body, through her breasts, to her
face. What feels like sparkling cracks of electricity dance up and down
her body, sending her trembling in sexual desire. She feels debased,
humiliated, betrayed, as she spreads her legs wider for her rapist, lifting
them into her air and locking her ankles around her back. The
struggle,the adrenaline, the mauling of her body, the humiliation, the
force of her taking all served now only as a powerful aphrodisiac
as she began to thrust back against him, striving for release from an
overwhelming sexual tension.
"Uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh..." she grunts through her gag, and
is cut off as he places his mouth against her, his fucking rhythm
turning violent, urgent, pounding, matching her own. She feels her
orgasm build...build...build...and take control as her back lifts from the
ground, her body jolted by waves pure ecstacy. She feels her rapist
hold himself deep inside her and hears him grunt out his own orgasm,
and she thinks that now she has been taken, now she has been truly
raped. The thought sends her another climax, stronger than the first,
making her thighs tremble and her legs jerk wildly in the air as the
sensations crash against her brain.
When she finally calms, he is still laying atop her, his cock still
inside her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Fucking whore,"
he says softly as he climbs off her, and she feels like one.
She groans as the big one says "My turn," but there is no fight left in
her; she has been beaten, conquered. She lays there unresisting as
he moves over toward her, his pants removed and his cock swaying
turgid before him. She moans as her rolls her over onto her stomach,
agony lancing through her arms as her weight comes off them. She
feels him wipe the dirt off her back and ass and thighs, and is thankful
for it. Kneeling behind her, he lifts her up onto her knees, her legs
spread wide to either side of his. With one hand he presses on her
upper back, keeping her face pressed into the moist ground, while with
the other he holds her hips in place.
The small one comes around and places his hands against her
shoulders so his friend can guide his cock into her now gaping vagina,
runny with her and her rapist's juices. She closes her eyes in shame as
he pushes into her raped hole, feeling the sperm previously there
squeezed out and sliding slowly down her inner thigh. Please, she
thinks, let him be done soon; she feels humiliated in this position, ass
up in the air, anus and vagina exposed,face in the dirt. She is surprised
then when he pulls out, and groans inwardly as he places his cock
against her anus. He is going to assfuck her, she thinks. She had had
anal sex before, and remembers the initial pain and the general
lack of pleasure. Not that these two men care about her pleasure, she
thinks, except to use it to further debase her.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhgggg!" she gurgles as he pushes past her tight
sphinctal ring, unable to keep from jerking forward, trying to escape the
penetration, only to be jerked back violently by the brutal strength of
the hands on her hips to be impaled further on his cock. The pain flares
throughout her body, bringing her to life again as she instinctively tries
to escape the pain, knowing it is useless. Slowly, her rapist builds up a
steady rhythm, punctuated by his balls slapping obscenely against her
exposed sex. The pain lessens to a distant tingling throughout her
body, and she waits, waits for him to finish using her body as a
depository for his sperm.
She grunts as he grabs her upper arm and pulls her up against him,
his cock buried deep in her bowels. He continues to thrust up into her
as he begins to suck on her neck. On hand begins exploring her chest,
rubbing across her tender breasts, while the other stabs at her still
sensitive cunt, causing her body to jerk about in his grasp. She sees the
smaller one looking on, watching as she writhes under his friend's
attention, a small knowing smile on his face, the only thing showing
besides his eyes.
Bastard, she thinks as she is buffeted from behind by her powerful
rapist. She feels the tingling in her ass spread across her body as he
mauls her cunt and breast, mashing his fingers into the tender flesh of
her breasts, labia, and clitoris, sending painful pleasure along her
nerves. She throws her head back as he increases his pace, practically
lifting her off the ground with each thrust and digging his fingers
deeper into her tender spots.
Her chest is heaving as she feels the ecstatic sensations threaten to
overwhelm her,and she remembers the small one's words: whore, slut,
fucking machine. She is, she thinks:getting raped and cumming;
getting fucked in the dirt like a filthy animal, and cumming like a pig.
She flops around in his grip like a gaffed fish as her climax hits her, and
an inarticulate cry to the heavens escapes her lips, strangled by the
mind numbing ecstacy of her cum. It seems like it never ends, even
after he dumps his seed into her ass and drops her writhing to the
ground. She's still in its grip until with one final snap, her body jerks
once and is still except for her ragged gasping.
"Some cunt, huh," she hears the small one say in her daze, followed
by a grunt of agreement from the big one. "I'll bet we could keep her
and fuck her all night and she'd still be freaking out on our cocks,
whaddya think," he says as he grabs her hair and forces her to look at
him, "how would you like to spend the night with us?" She shakes her
head weakly, knowing that she cannot take any more.
"Look at that," he mocks, "the cunt pops her cork twice and that's
her gratitude. Well, I've got a deal for you. Your kinda funky down in
the snatch area," she reddens at this, "so me and my friend need some
cleaning up. Your mouth seems like a nice option. We untie you and
take off the gag and you blow us, then we go, ok?" She nods, thankful
to be getting off so easy, thankful they are going to let her go. "Oh, one
more thing," he adds, "I want to see you cum two more times, because
all good whore cum while they're sucking cock, and I know you're a
good whore. Got that." She groans inwardly, but nods agreement. She
would do anything for a respite.
"Good," he says and they lift her to her feet and undo the cuffs and
the gag. She licks her lips and swallows, thankful to have it out
of her mouth. She watches silently as the small one sits down on a
fallen log and leans back against a trunk. "Come on then,crawl on over
here," he says. Standing, she feels human, although her body, especially
her loins and breasts, are sore. Defiantly, she holds her feet for a
moment, her abused body beautiful in the night, before she slowly
drops to all fours and crawls over to her rapist. Kneeling, she takes his
manhood in her hand and slowly engulfs it in her generous
mouth,smelling and tasting her own funk on his tool. She begins to
work on his cock in earnest,bobbing her head up and down, tasting the
salty pre-come oozing out of his cock on the back of her tongue.
Knowing what he wants, she slowly opens her fabulous legs and
reaches her hands down and begin gently rubbing her labia, working
teasingly toward her hypersensitive clit. She wants to fake it, but is
afraid he would know, would know and would keep her longer.
She is startled by his voice as he speaks: "Come now. A slut like
you can do better than that. How 'bout a little deep throat?" She groans
at this further humiliation, but she has done it before, so braces herself
and takes him into her throat. She feels his hands on her head, gripping
her scalp, as she takes him to the hilt. Strangely she feels pleasure rising
in her own loins as she continues playing with herself. On her knees
before a strange man,recently raped, his cock down her throat, forced
to pleasure herself, she feels strangely elated. It's the exhaustion, she
thinks, and the orgasms she was forced to endure, that is making her
light-headed, intensifying the sensations growing in her clitoris. He's
gripping her head tighter now, harder, thrusting himself into her throat.
She feels like she's melting,it feels so good what she's doing to herself,
and her whole body shudders into orgasm as the first splatter of his cum
slides down her throat.
She is forced to suck his cock until it is soft, and then she is forced
to service the big one, forced to play with herself throughout the ordeal.
She comes again as she feels him come in her throat, and then slumps
to the ground in exhaustion. The small one rolls her over onto her
stomach and kneels beside her head, telling her to keep working her
cunt, tells her that she better not let them see she's stopped until they
put on their clothes and leave. She doesn't stop, her hands working
feverishly at her cunt, her ass thrust into the air and her legs slightly
parted. She hears them leave, and still does not stop, sweat running off
her body as she builds to another orgasm, remembering the way they
took her, the way they used her, they way the abused and raped
her--she explodes in climax.
Message-ID: <013302Z01081996@anon.penet.fi> Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!ia.com.hk!news.hk.gin.net!news-hk.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news-stock.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!nntp.coast.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an678423@anon.penet.fi (Wiley04) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an678423@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 1 Aug 1996 01:23:34 UTC Subject: Girls_2.1 (mmf nc rape asian) (2/2) Lines: 491
"'Whip that cunt!" she heard vaguely through her own
screams, and then "I've got to have me a piece of that
pussy!" and suddenly the whipping stopped and hands were
gripping her hips. Fire still lanced through her pussy as she
jerked away from the cock pressing insistently at her virgin
opening. She screamed again, her voice deep and raw, as he
forced his cock head into her cunt--it was like a ring of fire
burning up her cunt. Her wail petered out into a grunt as
he forced himself all the way into her, his hips slamming
painfully into her tenderized ass.
Raped, she thought dizzily, raped brutally, mercilessly.
Beaten and raped. She felt like she had been torn apart
down there as he began taking short stabs into her,
grinding his cock inside her, finding her moisture deep in
her pussy and spreading it around to give himself a better
ride. "Fucking tight as a virgin. Sweet and smooth," she
heard him say, Jackson she identified through the haze of
pain.
Her head was jerked up violently by her hair. "Give me
that pouty little mouth of yours, bitch," John snarled as he
pressed his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened with a
grunt as Jackson slammed hard into her pussy and John's
cock slid into her mouth, distending her lips. He forced it
quickly down her throat, bruising her nose painfully with
his pelvis, and then began brutally raping her mouth. It
was a nightmare of pain, her whole body shaking with
tension, sweat standing out on her smooth skin as she
trembled in agony.
Finally the pain began to recede as they worked up a
rhythm, fucking her face and cunt workmanlike, driving
into her violated body evenly, prolonging their pleasure.
Her brain could no longer sort out the overwhelming
sensations being forced upon her body. Her pussy was a
burning mass of swollen flesh, swelling even more under his
pummelling, while her face and throat were sharp jagged
edges of sensation. Her pussy started throbbing in time
with his thrusts, each throb so powerful it sent clouds of
blackness across her vision. A wispy, fluttering sensation
started in the pit of her stomach, drawing in her tiny waist
as her stomach muscles tensed. She wasn't thinking
anymore, she couldn't think. Her whole body was just a
piece of raw sensation.
A finger found its way into her asshole, adding to a
mounting pressure filling her body. Black clouds floated
continuously before her vision, interupted by stinging
points of light. The wispy fluttering grew into an insistent
buzzing sensation, and spread throughout her body. Her
breasts felt heavy and her nipples swollen as the sensation
grew stronger, more powerful, making her body
involuntarily hump against the horse.
"Fuck ya..."
"Ride 'em cowboy!"
"Gook bitch loving every second of it..."
Her lithe, slender body was shaking and humping
uncontrollably now, the sensations assailing it
overwhelming. She didn't want it to stop but she wanted it
to end--it was too much. As she felt John's come slide down
her throat lights danced before her eyes, her whole body
tensed, small, clawed animals seemed to be scratching along
her every nerve as she climaxed, bucking and jerking in
her bonds against her rapist's cocks. Her pussy spasmed
time and time again, sending jolting shocks of pleasure
through her stunned mind, drawing an inarticulate yell
from Jackson as he shot his come deep inside her. She shook
like that for a long time while waves of pleasure rolled
through her, the two men holding their softening cocks
inside her while her climax slowly petered out until she lay
limp, still bound, over the spring horse.
"Damn," she heard one of them say, which one she
didn't know, "the cunt freaked out!"
"Come on, lets get her on the grass." That was Jose.
She felt them untying her and lifting her body from
the horse. She was in a state of lassitude, her body slick
with her sweat, a sickening feeling slowly growing in her as
she fully realized what had happened. She had come, for
the first time in her life, she had orgasmed, and it had been
while being brutally raped. Part of her mind wailed at the
degredation she had endured; another part snapped at her,
calling her a whore, a slut, to enjoy what these men had
done to her. It took all her willpower to keep from breaking
into tears.
They laid her down on the grass near the playground
and she heard Jose command, "on your knees, bitch." She
painfully straightened herself, her muscles and ass aching,
and adjusted herself so that she was on her knees, her ass
resting on her heels, her slender Eurasian body swaying
slightly in the night, feeling Jackson's come oozing from her
cunt onto her thighs. Jose was sitting crosslegged in front of
her, naked except for his socks.
"You know, Chinagirl," he said, "I've never seen a cunt
come so hard in my entire life." She cringed inwardly, her
mind calling her a worthless sex crazed slut. "You are some
piece of ass," he continued. "Sooo.... I'm going to give you a
break. You come over here and fuck me good, and I'll let
you go," she saw him shoot a quick scowl at his companions.
"But if you don't make me come in 8 minutes, I'm going to
fuck you up the ass. Got it?" With that he laid onto his back,
his cock laying hard against his stomach and his hands
supporting his head.
"Please..." she begged, "don't."
"Seven minutes and 45 seconds."
Choking down a sob, she crawled over to him, carefully
straddling his body, her form beautiful in the moonlight,
her long brain falling down her back. Oh god, she said to
herself, he's making me rape myself. She hung her head in
humiliation as she reached under herself, her braid falling
against his chest, and guided his cock against her slit, wet
from her own come and Jackson's. She closed her eyes and
a tear slipped between the long lashes to trickle down her
face, lighting up her beautiful cheekbones as she slowly
lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it slide smoothly in her
well lubricated passageway. She began to rock back and
forth, supporting herself above him on her hands, her
breasts swaying beneath her as she worked his cock inside
her cunt.
Part of her cowered in humiliation--making her
actively participate in her own rape. The other part
screamed at her SLUT SLUT SLUT over and over as she
worked him inside her, hoping beyond hope she could make
him come and he would let her go.
"Seven Minutes," one of the others cried out.
She began to hump faster, the muscles in her gorgeous
thighs straining as she fucked her rapist. Her breath came
faster as she worked harder, and she sucked in her lower lip
to keep from sobbing as she felt a warm glow of pleasure
spread out from her pussy. Oh god what kind of whore was
she, she thought as she dropped to her elbows, her chest
against his now, her head against his neck, her legs still bent
beneath her.
"Six Minutes."
She humped into him harder, focusing her mind on
making him come, trying to ignore the pleasure which
washed through her with every roll of his cock within her,
with every blow of her pelvis against his.
"Five Minutes."
Five minutes her mind echoes. Five more minutes. His
hands were gripping her tenderized ass now, sending
shards of pleasure through to her cunt. She was breathing
heavily now, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Four Minutes."
She was working for her own release now, lost in her
own pleasure. "Good," she whispered, "so good," knowing he
could hear her, knowing she was a slut. All that mattered
now was the orgasm which was building, slowly building,
slowly reaching into her body and strumming every nerve,
from her neck to her groin to her toes.
"Three Minutes."
She felt his hand grip the back of her head and pull her
face toward his. His tongue stabbed between her lips and
she opened to him, feeling the warm caress of his mouth,
sending chills down her spine. Her hips worked
rhythmically now, pushing her ever closer.
"Two Minutes."
She gasped, breaking contact with his mouth, sliding
her lips down his neck, breathing hotly against him, her
hands digging into his shoulders as her body began shaking
uncontrollably, the muscles on her thighs ridges of effort,
her nipples hard against his rough chest.
"One Minute."
She was close, so close. Her teeth found his neck, her
hands were claws against his shoulders, her ass a blur of
motion as she humped against him. She felt his hands like
hot pokers digging into her ass cheeks, driving her ever
higher and closer. She could feel him tensing beneath her.
Close...close....
"TIME!"
"NOOOO!" she cried as she was grabbed by the hips and
practically thrown from him, his cock jerking wildly in the
air as he stood. "NOOOO!" she cried again, not when she was
so close! She was on her knees, her arms raised in
supplication when he struck her across the face.
"Cunt!" he snarled. "Fucking goddamned cunt!" as he
send her sprawling onto her side.
She felt him on top of her immediately, roughly
throwing her onto her stomach, slapping the back of her
head as her forced her legs apart. Her slender hips were
jerked back and she felt his hands pull her ass apart, his
cock pressing against her virgin anus.
"No," she muttered, her body burning with unfullfilled
lust as the first shock of pain hit her as he forced himself
brutally into her ass. "AAAAHHHHGGGG!" she screamed,
earning another slap to the back of her head.
She grunted in pain now as he forced himself further
into her, her body riding on a razors edge of pain and lust,
her clit buzzing angrily as her body seemed to be torn apart
and expanded as he stretched her ass wide with his cock.
"Uhg Uhg Uhg," she grunted in time to his thrusts as
her rapist fucked her ass with the full length of his cock.
The pain increased, blending in with the lust to send her
spiking toward a peak of sensation, an overwhelming,
unbearable state of incompletion.
She felt him jerk her ass back against him, holding
himself there as he filled her with his come, and she didn't
know if she wanted him to stop or not. All she knew was
that her body was as tight as a bowstring, every muscle in
her lithe Asian body thrumming as if it had been just
plucked, every nerve on fire.
The cock popped out of her ass, leaving a void; she
wanted, needed to be fucked. Her pussy was swollen,
throbbing with pleasure and pain. Her breasts felt like they
were ready to burst, and she couldn't stop shaking.
Hands gripped her from the front and from behind,
lifting her to her hands and knees.
"Suck it bitch," it was Jackson as he pushed his cock
against her full lips. She quickly obliged, sliding it into her
mouth as she felt John press his cock against her stretched
ass. She cried out through hollowed cheeks as she was
doubly impaled, the sharp pain, the sharp pleasure, of it
taking her breath away.
They were fucking her, one her ass, one her throat, as
if she were a piece of meat, and she felt like one, felt like a
raw exposed nerve they were scratching at. She reached
beneath herself, jamming her fingers against her clit and
into her cunt, brutally driving herself closer to release.
She seemed to slip out of her body for a moment, to see
the lewd picture she presented to the world. Her lithe Asian
body buffeted back and forth between two men, her breasts
swaying as she was jerked back and forth by their thrusts.
Her throat bulging with the cock of a man who held either
side of her head in his hands, sawing his cock back and forth
between her full red lips as his balls slapped against her
chin and her long braid brushed against his leg. Her legs
spread lewdly and her anus grossly stretched by the cock
plowing in and out of it. Most lewd of all though was her
hand reaching back to her cunt, mauling her clit and pussy
as her narrow waist and stomach heaved in lust.
Her breath shot explosively from her nose as John's
balls slapped again against her cunt, his cock sending jagged
shard of pain through her anus which only drove her to
greater heights of lust. Her throat felt raw and abused, and
every time his pelvis slammed into her face made her
quiver with desire. She couldn't take it any more; it was too
much. She gripped her clit between her fingers and drover
her fingernails hard into it
Everything seemed to explode at once, as lights danced
before her eyes. Unbearable pleasure rocked through her,
sending her body spasming uncontrollably, her cunt
sucking and gasping and roiling with her ass in ecstatic
orgasm. Her fingernails dug deeper into her clit as bolt after
bolt of ecstacy shocked her, each greater than the last. She
was choking around the cock in her throat, but she didn't
care, her slender body turned into a bucking bronco her
rapists could barely control. Somewhere far off she felt
them fill her with their come, which only sent her higher.
She collapsed slowly to the ground as they let go of her,
darkness alternating with the lights before her vision as
orgasm after orgasm rocked through her body. Finally she
seemed to be swimming a darkness of unbearable pleasure,
and then all went black.
The three men stood back and looked at their prize, a
19 year old Asian girl, beautiful, passed out from pleasure,
in amazement. Jose spoke first.
"That is some fuck."
"She'd fuck an army and keep on going." That was
Jackson.
"She's going to break us." John.
"Never seen anything like it." Jose.
"Freaky." Jackson.
"The more we give her, the more she gets off." Jose.
They were all silent for a moment. John smiled.
"I bet I could give her something she couldn't take."
"You're on," Jackson said. "How much?"
"50 bucks."
"You're on."
"Then give me a hand, boys."
She slowly came to, her head throbbing, her whole
body aching. She shook her head to clear it, but it made her
dizzy and sent pain throbbing through her forhead. She
opened her eyes and looked at the ground just one foot
below her, and groaned in realization and discomfort as she
realized her predicament--they had somehow hung her
upside down. She tried to move her arms and found them
bound behind her back, a rope running around her waist to
secure them there, and when she shifted herself, fiery,
scraping pain lanced across her labia. She looked up and
saw that her legs were spread wide and each of her knees
had been hooked over one of the monkey bars, three feet
apart, her calves tied down across the top of the bars. The
inner tendons on her legs stood out starkly, and the strain
of the metal against her knees, angled as it was, was
agonizing. Her eyes focused more and she realized that one
of her rapists had taken two pieces of thin, coarse, rope and
used it to pull her labia wide apart, exposing her inner cunt,
tying it off to her arms. Each little motion caused the rope
to slide against her labia, causing her excrutiating pain. Her
hair fell to the ground, picking up sand as she slowly
swaying back and forth, her whole body in agony. The voice
of John focused her.
"Ah, the whore's awake." He knelt down in front of her
and began idly flicking her nipples, making her squirm and
jog the ropes across her labia. "We're going to really hurt
you now, but then we're going to fuck you, so you shouldn't
mind." He smiled at her and she shuddered.
"Please don't," she begged, "let me go."
"I don't think so," he said, and picked up his belt. "Okay,
guys, lets get to work."
"No..." she begged as Jose and Jackson knelt to either
side of her, each of them holding a pair of pliers in one hand
and saps in the other. She began screaming even before
John brought the first blow of the belt down against her
gaping cunt and ass.
She was in a blaze of agony before the first five
minutes were up, her cunt a swollen mass of pain from the
relentless beating and her breasts bruised masses of
throbbing flesh as each man took her nipple in their pliers
and squeezed hard before pulling it far from her body,
stretching her round breasts into long, distended cones,
and then striking the sides of them with their saps.
Occassionally her nipple would slip from the grip of the
pliers, and they would have to reaquire a grip, sending
fresh blades of agony through her body as they beat and
twisted and mashed her sex organs mercilessly.
By the end of ten minutes she was screaming silently,
her voice shrieked out, her body seeming to slip away from
her in a haze of pain. When they finally stopped after
fifteen minutes of torture, she was no longer really present
in her body. She was there, in a small corner of her mind,
and she knew there was a battered animal, pain inflaming
every portion of its mass, its throat silently screaming itself
raw, hanging upside-down, but it wasn't her. It wasn't the
slim, confident, brassy young Asian girl which had been
coming home from a party a few hours ago; it was just a
piece of meat hanging by tenderhooks while three men
abused it.
Even when they cut her down, and the renewed agony
of movement threatened to pull her into its pain, she
managed to stay above it, to ride out the agony. And when
John laid her on her back in the sand and pushed her legs to
either side of her head, revealing a cunt that was a swollen
red mass of flesh and tits that were black and blue and
swollen almost twice their size and torn and seeping blood,
she screamed at him, NO! You can't mean to fuck her! No!
When he plunged into the body she watched it
shudder in unbearable pain, its mouth open, screaming yet
silent, its eyes glassy, its face a mask of shock and pain. She
watched him fuck it brutally, and she felt it tug at her,
trying to pull her down into its whirlpool of agony.
Each violent thrust rocked the slender body, and she
felt herself rocking with it, tendrils of pain reaching out and
encircling her. Nooo! she screamed as she was pulled down,
down, down.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG!" she
screamed, her voice returning as every bit of torture she
had endured seemed to hit her at once. Her body bucked
up against her rapist as he slammed back down into her,
driving her insane with pain. She seemed to pass beyond
some threshold of agony where her brain short-circuited
and she came, she came screaming her lungs out and
bucking like a woman gone insane, practically throwing John
from her as her body exploded in agony and orgasm.
Conscousness slipped from her and returned, and she was
still coming, still in the throws of the most painful and the
most pleasurable sensations of her young life. She drifted in
and out, sensing when John finally came inside her, sensing
when he let her go to flop helplessly on the ground, bucking
her way through an impossible orgasm, wailing like a
woman possessed, kicking and flailing about. Her hands
gripped her cunt against her will and sent her even further
into orgasm, fluid spraying from her cunt in gushes,
wetting the sand beneath her.
When she finally stilled, she lay looking up at the stars,
the pain returning slowly, but she didn't care. Nothing
would ever be like that again, she knew. She also knew it
would take weeks, if ever, to recover from the beating she
had received, but she didn't care.
She didn't care when they still didn't leave her alone,
when they picked her limp form up and laid it out across
the see-saw, placing her head down near the end where the
hand grips were, her body angled up. She did not resist,
could not resist, when they tied her arms together
underneath the see-saw board--she was too exhausted, too
much in pain, too much feeling the aftereffects of the
torment and ecstacy her rapists had inflicted upon her. Her
legs were brought up and tied to the top of the hand grips,
leaving her ass and pussy, swollen an angry red, lewdly
exposed.
My breasts ache, she thought, knowing they were ugly
masses of black and blue flesh, and grunted in pain as Jose
entered her sopping pussy, fucking her slowly and evenly.
She felt her body respond, and she closed her eyes as
another orgasm washed over her, for the moment sparing
her from the pain of her body. For the following hour and a
half they took turns at her like that, sometimes fucking her
in the ass, sometimes in her abused cunt, driving her to
orgasm after orgasm until she was floating in a haze of sleep
and pleasure/pain.
Then they left her, tied to the see-saw, and she dozed
for a while. The false dawn and the sound of voices awoke
her; it was two members of the 12th street gang, and they
laughed when they found her, and slapped her ass and her
tits, causing her to scream. And then they fucked her,
making her body, wracked with pain, jerk into orgasm yet
again and again. When dawn finally came, they untied her,
saying Jose told them to, and went away.
Crawling over to her clothes seemed the most difficult
thing she had ever done before she tried to put them on.
They had left her money so she took a cab home, collapsing
on the couch of her college apartment. As she fell asleep,
the throbbing agony in her body matching her heartbeat,
her hand found her cunt and brought her to another
release.
Message-ID: <012358Z01081996@anon.penet.fi> Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!hpg30a.csc.cuhk.hk!news.cuhk.edu.hk!news.glink.net.hk!uunet!in3.uu.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an678423@anon.penet.fi (Wiley04) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an678423@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 1 Aug 1996 01:21:10 UTC Subject: Girls_2.0 (mmf nc rape asian) (1/2) Lines: 413
Warning: This story is about the abduction and rape of a 19 year old asian girl by 3 men. It describes in detail the sexual degredation she undergoes.
Comments are usually appreciated.
Enjoy,
Wiley04
Picture:
A young Asian girl of 19 years, standing 5'3" and weighing 102
lbs. A small pouty mouth, the ends slightly turned down, and an
Asian nose, joined with long lashes on dark eyes with a European
cast to create a truly stunning beauty. Long black hair falling to the
small of her back frames her face, whose beauty is set off and
enhanced by teeth just slightly imperfect.
She has an aggressive yet friendly, and very attractive,
personality, which she expresses through her clothes. She usually
wears faded denim jeans with a short button down blouse which
exposes her slender midriff when she raises her arms. Her size B
breasts fill out her blouse perfectly, being more than ample for her
lithe frame. Instead of a bra, she usually wears a tank-top, which
reveals itself enticingly whenever her blouse slips from her smooth,
rounded shoulders. A small gold cross always hangs around her
neck, drawing attention to the small, vulnerable spot just below her
neck and above her breasts. High tops and a backward baseball cap
usually sets off the ensomb, the cap only serving to further enhance
the beauty of her eyes, her skin, and her face, by framing them.
Now she wished she hadn't stayed so late. 2 a.m. and she was
stuck in the bad part of town, almost an hour walk to her place. She
had thought she could catch the last transfer, but she had been, to
her dismay, mistaken. Oh well, she thought, nothing wrong with the
weather, at least. And she was right: it was a beautiful night. A
slight mist occluded the blackness, softening the streetlights as they
spat out their dull yellow light. The moon was at half and waning,
and the stars few and far between. It was warm, almost 70 F, and
just cut by a soft, nipping breeze. She thanked god that it wasn't
cold, since she really hadn't dressed for it. She had on faded denim
hip-hugging jeans which she wore low on her waist, exposing a flat,
taunt stomach and a cute inny belly-button. A denim jacket, just
falling to her waist, kept her warm, since her only top was a
sleeveless tank cut off just below her breasts, which juggled slightly
as she walked, free from the restraint of a bra.
Well, she thought ruefully as she considered how she was
dressed, it had been a raging party, and she had wanted to look hot,
and she had, she knew. Not that she was man crazy like some of the
sluts there, but she liked to look her best. She tossed her long braid-
-she had braided it that evening so her hair fanned out across the
back of her neck and came up evenly across her head, to fall in soft
bangs across her forehead, letting part of her ears poke out from
beneath--and caught it in her hand, twirling it around as she walked
briskly home.
She turned as she saw lights coming up behind her and hoped
the car would pass--she really didn't feel safe in this neighborhood.
She became more nervous when the car did not pass, instead pulling
up along side her, slowing to match her pace. It was an old caddie, a
bit beat up, being driven by a white guy with two passangers, the
one riding shotgun a Mexican, the one in the back black.
"Hey China Doll," the white one called out, "looking sweet meat.
Goin' to a pahty?" Now she was really frightened, as well as
indignant, and hugged her jacket around her and picked up her pace,
hoping the bastards would just go away.
"Maybe we got a party for you right here, baby," the black one
called out. "We can make it a real multi-cultural event." They all
laughed. Son of a bitch she thought, son of a bitch get me out of here.
She quickly turned a corner but the caddie followed.
"She don't look like she likes you Jackson," the Mexican taunted
as he leaned out the far window and looked over the roof of the car.
"Maybe she's one of those hard ass ice-queen uppity chink cunts who
thinks she's better than us. Whaddya think, John, think she's a
dragon bitch?"
"She certainly ain't friendly," the white one replied, "even
though she's the tastiest dish I've seen in a long time. Hey darlin',
come on over here and say hi."
Jesus Jesus Jesus wasn't there anyone else around. All the
houses were black as she rushed past them, almost running now but
fearing to run.
"Mm mm," the Mexican called out, "seems like she don't like any
of us. Not even good enough for a glance."
"Hell, no split-tail gets away with treating me like that," Jackson
cried out from the back, swinging open the back door.
The sound of the door opening startles her, and her chest
constricted in fear as she bolted forward, hoping they will tire of the
game or that she can escape through speed.
"Hey!" she hears behind her and then the squeal of tires and
suddenly the caddie is across the sidewalk in front of her, the black
man climbing out of the back seat and beginning to lunge toward her
while the Mexican swings himself over the hood of the car. She stops
and spins, three steps to build up speed as she tries to run, only to
feel arms encircle her waist and lift her from the ground.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! FIRE! MURDER! HELP! SOMEBODY!"
she screams at the top of her lungs as she struggles against the man
holding her. The Mexican comes up before her and grabs her arms,
and between them they wrestle her screaming and thrashing into the
back seat of the caddie.
She had never been more frightened in her life as she was
tossed into the back of the caddie to be quickly followed by two large
male bodies. She put her back to the door and kicked out with her
feet and hit with her hands, but the black man, Jackson, just grabbed
her again and threw her down across his and the Mexican's lap.
Strong hands gripped her wrists and held them behind her back
while more hands held her down. A hand on her head pressed her
face against the Mexican's stomach, muffling her pleas and cries.
She trembled in abject terror as she heard and felt the car take
off, speeding quickly away from the scene of the abduction. She
could feel her own adreneline rush begin to freeze as her body
realized there was nowhere left to run. Her mind froze likewise in a
state of shock, reduced to an animal state of fear and waiting.
She could feel the adreneline around her too, surging through
the car as the car surged forward to an unknown destination. "Hey
Jose," she heard Jackson ask, "what now?"
"Now," Jose replied, "we go to the park. In the meantime, you
and me can have a little fun with the cunt here." She could almost
feel the feral grins they gave each other over her prostrate body, and
she shuddered. A cold part of her mind calculated as Jose grabbed
her by her hair and pulled her head up and began unzipping his fly
while Jackson reached around and under her and began unbuttoning
her jeans. They were going to rape her, this part of her mind said,
and you cannot fight them--try to talk.
"Let me go," she said, calmly, clearly, "I'm a human being. I
have feelings. You..."
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SPLIT-TAIL!" Jackson shouted,
overriding her, "A GODDAMNED CUNT! And I intend to get me some!
Now Jose, can't you shut the bitch up?"
"My pleasure," Jose replied, pulling free his cock and pressing it
against her full pouty lips. "Now open up, China Doll, or you're going
to be in a world of hurt." Her mind calculated, and she opened her
mouth to take the pole of flesh in. She was going to be raped, it said,
and she quailed inwardly. O.K. Now just try to stay alive: do what
they want and maybe they'll let you go. It was why she remained
still while Jose slowly slid her head up and down on his staff, in and
out of her mouth, running the flesh across the soft warmth of her
lips. It was why she remained still while her jeans and panties were
pulled down around her knees and hands began to rub and squeeze
and pinch her ass and thighs.
"What a sweet ass," she heard, and jerked slightly as fingers
found their way to her vagina and began to stab forward for
entrance. Virginal! part of her mind screamed, wanting to thrash
and bite and kick and kill. She was a virgin! it screamed, and these
stupid, sorry sons of a bitches were going to take that from her, were
going to use her like a piece of meat and throw her away. Better
raped than dead, another part of her mind asserted, and maintained
a steely control.
"Got a sweet mouth on her too," Jose said. "Let's see what you
can do, sweet thing." He began to push her head down, causing her
to gag on his penis as it pushed against her throat. She reacted
instinctively, trying to pull back, but his hands were too strong, too
insistent. She gagged once as she felt his cockhead stab against her
throat, and then an awful tearing pain shot down her throat as it
popped in, and she gagged again as the full length of it slid down her
throat, her nose resting against his pubic hair, her whole body
shaking and jerking as she retched, trying to dislodge his cock from
her throat. Her nostrils flared and her throat spasmed and she felt
like she was going to throw up, but she held the bile that was rising
in her throat down with an enormous effort of will and stilled her
jerkings, breathing heavily through her nostrils.
"Ahhh..." she heard Jose sigh, and was grateful he just held her
head there, did not try to move her. It wasn't so bad now, and then
she realized Jackson had a finger up her vagina and was sawing it
painfully in and out.
Oh god oh god oh god please make it stop, she thought, closing
her eyes in silent prayer, a tear leaking out the closed lid and
dropping onto the thigh of her abductor. Endure, the thought flashed
across her mind.
It was a nightmare ride, with Jose content to hold himself in her
throat, the motion of the car a slow tantilization for him as he built
ever nearer the inevitable orgasm. Jackson took turns slapping her
asscheeks, pressing his fingers into her anus and pussy, and pinching
her thighs to make her squirm. It was a relief when they stopped,
even though she knew what was next.
"Ready to go?" It was John.
"Just one minute," Jose interupted, and began to jerk his hips
slightly up into her face, pushing his cock even further up her throat,
and back, and up. She knew he was almost ready to come, and could
feel the eyes of his companions bore into the back of her head. They
were all waiting, waiting for Jose to fill her throat with his come.
Jackson had his index finger all the way in her ass, making her feel
bloated, and squeezed her asscheek painfully in the other.
The hands on her head pressed her face painfully against his
groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her throat and a warm sticky fluid
coated her throat as he moaned above her. Her throat spasmed to
swallow it and forced more from the tip of his cock--it seemed like it
would never end. Slowly, though, it did, as his cock stopped jerking
and began to soften. It wasn't long before it slid easily from her
throat and Jose pulled her head by the hair up and off his lap.
"Let's get her outside," he said to Jackson, who yanked his finger
from her ass, earning a yelp of pain and surprise, and began pushing
her from one end while Jose pulled from the other. She stood dazidly
for the first time in what seemed like years, quickly pulling up her
pants, and holding them up while she turned around and looked
about her.
She was surrounded by the three, and for the first time got a
good look at them. Jose, the Mexican, was the oldest at around
twenty five years of age. He was about 5'10 and skinny, but she
knew his wiry strength. He had typical Mexcian looks, although she
saw a touch of Spaniard in him. Jackson, the black, was 6' tall and
medium build, about twenty two years old. He was light for a black,
and had the slightly pockmarked skin that hinted at a caucasun
ancestor. John, the white, was also 6', but bulky, younger at twenty
or twenty one, with that cross between a mean and a sneaky hillbilly
look that sent shudders through anyone weaker that he was.
She was standing near the edge of an open field. The park
stretched in all directions while nearby was the sandpit and the
jungle jim, where children might have played were it safe. She saw a
slide, two horsies on springs, a half-dome jungle bars, two sets of
monkey bars parallel to each other, a seesaw, swings, chinup bars of
different levels, and a sandpit. She turned back to Jose, who was
casually leaning against the trunk of the car while the two others
eyed her hungrily, and was about to speak when he simply put his
fingers to his lips in a shushing motion. She swallowed and looked at
him.
"It seems like you got the idea in the car," he said. "It's easier
to do what we say than to fight us." She nodded at his pause. "Don't
worry, we just want to have a little fun." Fun she thought wildly,
fun!? You think rape is fun? she wanted to scream. What about me!
You're going to rape me! You already have! She wanted to leap
forward and rip his eyes out, but she remained standing stock still,
unmoving. He smiled and slid his belt from around his waist and
doubled it up in his hands. "If you don't cooperate, you're in for a lot
of pain." <SNAP> He snapped the belt together. "Now you have a
choice: strip, or pain." <SNAP>
He was serious, she knew, but the cold part of her mind
resigned her, and she began to strip. First went the shoes and socks,
then the jeans, then the jacket. The tank followed, revealing her
firm, perfectly rounded tits standing proudly high on her chest.
"Nice tits," John interjected.
"Nice piece," Jackson corrected.
She outwardly ignored them, although inwardly she quailed.
Why her? Why did they have to do this to her? Anything, anything,
to make it stop. Finally she slid her panties down the smooth skin of
her well shaped legs and stood naked before her abductors, only the
cross still above and between her breasts, shivering a little not from
the night air but from the reaction and shock of her situation.
"Damn, she ain't got no pubes," John blurted out.
"Ya she does," Jose said, walking up to her and running his
hands up between her legs until they brushed against her mound.
"These Chinese, their just sparse down below."
She trembled at his touch, and the humiliation she had and
knew would endure.
"Lay down on your back, bitch," Jose commanded.
She slowly went to her knees and stretched out on her back on
the cool, damp grass, a little chill going up her spine. She knew what
was coming next.
"Spread your legs," he said almost wearily, and she did, keeping
her arms by her side and stiff as a board. Yet even then she could
not disguise the dainty beauty that was hers.
She prepared herself for him to lay down on top of her, so was
surprised when he said, "Now, you've got ten minutes to bring
yourself off, or we're going to hurt you, a lot." Her eyes widened in
shock and she sat up from the waist.
"What?" she asked.
"You heard me, cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "play with
yourself until you come or we hurt you bad. You got ten minutes."
The other two chuckled.
She was horrified. How could they expect anyone to do that?
Did they think she was going to enjoy it? It was bad enough just
being raped, but this was too much. Endure, said a part of her, but
this time she ignored it, too horrified to think straight. "No," she
stated simply, and folded her legs indian style, crossing her arms to
cover her breasts.
"Suit yourself," he said, and lit up a cigarette. "Nine minutes."
She stared at him, her mind running through a thousand
scenarios. Try to flee while they seemed relaxed, but they were
watching her closely, leering and gaping at her. Fight, but she
couldn't. But she just couldn't do what they asked. Do it, urged her
mind, but she just couldn't. She hadn't not only never had a man,
but she had never touched herself there sexually either, and no
matter how much she feared them, she just couldn't do it. She
wanted to speak, to talk to them, to tell them that she was human,
that they shouldn't do this to her, but she had tried that, and now
feared to try again.
"Seven minutes." "Four minutes." He flicked the cigarette out
and lit up another one. "One minute." She had not moved. "Okay
cunt, looks like you get to learn the hard way. To the horse, boys."
She didn't resist as John and Jackson each grabbed her under
the armpit and lifted her to her feet. She wondered for a moment
what Jose was getting out of the trunk of the car, but then her
attention was focused on the horse as the two men forced her to
kneel behind the spring mounted toy. "Drape her over it," she heard
Jose say, and rough hands grabbed her and forced her torso over the
horse, the hard plastic saddle uncomfortably digging into her
stomach and chest, but her head and ass hanging just free of the
horse. She looked over at Jose and shuddered when she saw him
holding a few lengths of rope and a large duffle bag.
"Please don't do this," she begged as he bent down before her
and began to tie her wrists together underneath the horse, the coarse
rope chaffing her wrists. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."
"You had your chance, cunt," he spit out, his cold eyes looking
into hers as he secured her bound wrists to the bottom of the spring.
She saw him glance down at her braid as it fell to the side and
landed softly on the ground near his feet. "Now it's time for us to
have some fun." She wanted to spit in his face as he smiled; damn
him, she thought, damn him. How could he do this? And why her?
She knew the answer to that--because she had been available.
She screwed up her pretty Asian face as her abductors grabbed
her legs and straightened them underneath her, tying her calves on
either side of the spring. Trussed like a Christmas hog, she thought
as the strain on the back of her thighs and calves increased as they
pulled down the front of the horse slightly and ties it that way, so
that her torso was now slightly slanted downward with her ass high
in the air. She blushed as she realized her position, with her shapely
legs straining at the unnatural position, revealing every delicious
curve, her ass, with it's fine, rounded ass cheeks, were thrust up for
view, and her anus and vagina lewidly exposed.
She jerked in her bonds with a start as someone slapped her
and John said, "Just the right height for fucking."
"And this little cunt's tighter than a twelve year old," Jackson
said.
"You'd know," Jose chipped in.
"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, my man."
She smelt the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and just wished
they'd get on with it, get it over with. Suddenly she screamed as she
felt a cigarette pressed against the exact center of her left ass cheek.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed, jerking and causing the horse
to sway back and forth as Jose moved the cigarette to her other ass
cheek, sending stabbing pain shooting through her nerves. She heard
her scream swallowed by park, and panic began to well in her as Jose
said, "Now it's time to party!"
<Whack> "Uhhgg," she grunted as the first belt landed across her
slender shoulders. <Whack> "Ah," as her lower back took the blow.
<Whack> "Aaaaahhhhhrrrrgggg!" she wailed as the belt struck across
her burned ass cheeks, seeming to send hot nails into her flesh.
<Whack Whack Whack Whack> Now all three of them had their
belts off and were pummeling her mercilessly, sending her body
bucking and thrashing in her bonds in pain, incoherent pleas and
cries coming from her mouth as she begged them to stop between
screams of agony. Anything, her mind cried, anything to make them
stop. The pain seemed to reach a plateau, an unbearable level where
the beating became a dull background to the constant throbbing
agony in her body. Then it suddenly skyrocketed, and blackness
clouded her vision as a belt slapped wetly against her cunt, sending
sharp shards of pain lancing through her body and mind.
Again as agony flared through her groin, making the pain in the
rest of her body recede into a dull ache. Her voice was raw from
screaming and when the belt landed a third time the agony blinded
her for a moment.
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