Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 20:35:11 +1000 (EST)
From: mickmack999 <mickmack999@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Depths of Despair... (Mt, Oral, Anal, NC, Rape) Story by MickMack

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This story is (c) Copyright 2006, by mickmack. All
World Wide Rights Reserved.

The story below is the completed tale of a totally
fictional event. Your feedback would be greatly
appreciated. It is gay erotica and is intended to be
read by persons who are 18 years of age or old and by
persons that enjoy gay erotica.

The material covered in this part and all other parts
of this story are fictional. Any similarities to
persons living or dead are a coincidence.

Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au
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The Depths of Despair...

Part One - Brother Can You Spare a Dime!


Traipsing through the outskirts of the ghetto streets,
I moved quickly up the deserted alley, glancing at
empty darkened doorway enclaves, hoping for somewhere
to rest up out of the freezing sleet and wind that
swept chillingly throughout the inner city streets and
avenues.

I just needed somewhere at least to get out of this
weather, to gather my thoughts and work out what I
could do now.

It was getting colder by the hour, looking like snow
drifts would be piling up high in the streets by the
end of the day, covering the paths, walkways and water
logged gutters in thick dense ice and sludge.

I was hanging out real bad. I'd had my last shot two
hours ago and now the high was receding and the
dreaded withdrawals were kicking in.

What the fuck was I to do now?

I felt totally nauseatingly drug-fucked and I was
stressing out big time, as none of the local drug
dealers I knew were going to give me any credit, as
I'd already burnt my bridges in that department ages
ago.

Also, I sure as hell didn't have the energy at the
moment to go do a 'break and enter' to pawn something
worth nothing to me but a few bucks to get my next
hit.

Hugging myself closely, rubbing briskly at my bare
arms with my trembling hands, my teeth chattering, and
feeling a misery I hadn't felt in years, I struggled
on up the narrow laneway. I was dressed in a thin
grime-stained sleeveless t-shirt and jeans that were a
size or two too small for my waist and neither article
of clothing had seen the inside of a washing machine
in month's.

My sneakers were squelching with each quick step I
took, soaked by the sleet that pelted down all around
me. In fact, if it hadn't been so cold, I would have
welcomed the onslaught of the iced rain lashing me,
opened myself up to it as I hadn't showered in a few
weeks.

I knew I stunk pretty bad, a pungent odour that I
could now smell emanating from my filthy clothing and
body.

My scattered brain registered that there was no
windbreak in this lane to take cover, so I decided to
make my way to the end of the street where all the
down and out prostitutes and out-of-date junky male
hustlers hung.

Maybe, if I got lucky, some dirty old faggot might
want to suck my dick for twenty bucks.

I cringed inwardly at the thought, as I'm pure hetero
and hated the idea of some fat old wrinkled pervert
giving me a blow job.

I shivered violently, the frigid increasing cold
permeating my very being and reminding me of where I
was and why I had to do this.

My unkempt shoulder length brown hair lay lank, wet
and dripping on my scalp, around the back of my neck
and shoulders, my long fringe plastered to my
forehead, reducing my field of vision as I reached the
end of the alleyway and entered the main thoroughfare.


Looking up and down the wide darkening street, at the
throng of traffic that flowed passed me, splashing
puddled water up onto the walkways as they drove by, I
took my place under an overhanging street light that
was vacant.

Looked like five other guys also stood hunched over,
zigzagged up and down the heavily congested street,
coughing and wheezing in the freezing pounding sleet,
coming forward furtively and hopefully from whatever
cover they were able to huddle under when a vehicle
slowed down near them.

I stared for a long moment or two through the falling
rain and sleet, at all the other dregs of society, at
all the other misbegotten rejects who had found their
way here and who were trying desperately to survive in
a world of long lost dreams, addictions and
alcoholism.

I stood there staring, wondering how the hell I'd
ended up like this.

Had my life, which had looked so promising when I'd
first come to the big smoke three and half years,
offering so much, deteriorated to such depths of
despair and futility that hustling myself was now the
only option for me to survive in this huge metropolis.

Trembling uncontrollably from the relentless onslaught
of sleet and rain that pelted down on me, I saw the
beat up dented kombi van glide slowly up to where I
stood shivering.

As I tentatively stepped forward, trying to peer
through the downpour at its single occupant, it
stopped, shimmering eerily as the iced rain bounced
and danced repeatedly off its peeling enamelled
surface, creating a thin mist-like shroud around its
exterior.

It silently spoke of a warm, comfortable interior, dry
and spacious to the invited.

Here shone a small window of opportunity to escape the
severe frigid weather, a tiny sheltered haven, a
moments welcome relief from the deluge of ice and wind
that billowed around and through me. I could only hope
that the driver would only want to blow me quickly,
pay my asking price and let me be on my way.

As the scratched tinted window wound half way down, a
bald round, unshaven face with large dirty dark
sunglasses perched on a huge hooked nose looked me up
and down.

"How much you are?" asked the mysterious large man
behind the dark glasses in stilted broken English, a
heavily laced middle eastern accent rattling from the
man's throat and out his thick leering lips.

Sighing deeply, shuddering not only from the deepening
cold, but also at what I knew was yet to come, I
leaned forward and smiled that fake smile I alway use
whenever I want to con someone.

"Thirty bucks, you blow me, OK?" I stated back at him
hopefully, expectantly, trying to hold his inflexible,
steady gaze with doe-like eyes.

I winced inwardly as I saw my own desperate, dripping
wet, shivering image and pathetic false smile mirrored
back at me through the smudged unpolished surface of
his large face hugging black sunglasses.

"No, you suck me, then I fuck you! Fifty bucks!" The
man stated back at me firmly, and dropping my frantic
eyes for a second, I shivered as I considered what I
would have to do for a lousy few bucks.

What made my situation worse, was the fact that I'd
never given head to a man before and never had a cock
up my arse.

I looked back up at the man's face, but his
uncompromising and steady grin made me realise that
this was his bottom line, and that if I walked away,
he'd just go pick up one of the other guys lined
patiently up and down this street.

"Ok" I answered softly, my voice quivering as I
sighed, resigned to do whatever the man wanted. At
least fifty bucks would get me a large enough hit to
carry me through to the morning. Also, it would get me
out of this shit awful weather for a little while.

The man, satisfied with my response, motioned with a
big calloused hand for me to go around the passenger
side of the van and get in. The van door creaked and
screeched loudly as I opened it and again when I
slammed it shut.

Instantly the warmth of the interior surrounded me,
intoxicating as my shivering trembling body soaked up
the balmy heat. Slowly the driver pulled away from the
curb and gunned the vehicle down the thoroughfare and
out onto a main exit ramp leading to the east side of
the city.

The man's glance looked at me reproachfully as he
noticed the wetness coating me, puddling the floor and
expanding where my feet rested.

"Get in back. Take clothes off, dry down" He said
sternly, pointing at a dirt and oil stained but dry
towel laying crumpled in the back corner of the van's
rear interior.

I stared self consciously at the ripped striped thin
mattress that covered the entire base of the kombi
van's cargo section, and squeezing through the gap
between the seats, slowly started to remove my
saturated clothing.

As I peeled my wet t-shirt and tight jeans off, and
with butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I prayed
that the stench of my body odour wouldn't filter
through to the front of the van.

I had resigned myself to the fact that fifty bucks was
a lot of money for me at the moment, and was fearful
that the driver might find my rank smell offensive and
then decide to call this off.

Grabbing the towel, I wiped and rubbed myself all
over, feeling the chill in my body slowly being
replaced with the warmth of the interior of the van.

I could feel the driver staring at me through the
van's rear vision mirror, taking in my now naked body,
on my knees and hunched over as I towelled my body
dry.

Hurriedly I reached down and wrapped a discarded
blanket around me.

Suddenly the kombi van slowed down and pulled over,
the wind and sleet outside increasing to blizzard-like
ferocity and buffeting against the exterior of the
vehicle.

As there were no windows in the back, I assumed we
must have stopped in some deserted area of the city's
derelict industrial district, a place rarely visited
except by the homeless and down and outs.

The man took one more look at me in the rear vision
mirror before undoing his seatbelt and manoeuvring
himself hunched over to kneel before me. Grabbing the
blanket, he pulled it roughly off me and stared at my
nakedness, licking thick rubbery lips and grinning
like a Cheshire cat about to pounce on its intended
rodent dinner.

Again, the reflection of myself mirrored back at me
from his overlarge cheap black coloured sunglasses,
showed a very pale, still shivering, naked slender but
finely muscled seventeen year old young teenager with
his long slim arms and hands covering his groin, on
his knees, with bedraggled shoulder length damp brown
hair, masculine but still boyishly cute face with
large doe-like brown eyes.

The man reached out and rubbed my smooth hairless
face, running his fingers over my lips, chin and
cheeks. Pushing my hands away from my crotch, he took
my limp six inch uncut penis between his thumb and
forefinger and slowly pulled my foreskin back to
reveal my large flange shaped nob. Then cupping my
large hairless balls he gently squeezed and rolled
them around in his palm, feeling the weight and size
of them.

His hand was hot and sweaty compared to my own cold
body temperature, and staring at him as he fondled and
touched me, I swallowed my disgust and revulsion at
the thought I was allowing him to fondle me.

Outside, the sounds of the torrential rain and sleet,
of the frozen elements slamming ever louder against
the van we were in, sent chills up my spine as he
started to gently tug and pull on my scrotal sac.

I tried not to watch what he was doing, but then I
felt his fingers slide under my low hanging balls and
rub roughly between my arsehole and testicles.

Time to get the money off him before he went any
further. I moved back, still shivering, and looked him
full in the face, indicating for him to stop.

"Fifty bucks before we start" I said firmly, hoping
that he'd get the message and hand it over straight
away.

In my mind, I was now thinking of how I could get his
money and then get away without having to do anything
at all.

In a flash, a moments conscious thought, I thought of
many ways and options to knock this perverted homo
cunt out, and then get to my dealer for the prized
crystal powder that softened the futility of my mostly
useless life.

He looked at me for a long minute, then pulling some
bills from his front trouser pocket, counting them, he
waved them in my face. I stared at them, could even
smell and hear their crispness, and felt my mouth
water at the sight of the money he teased me with.

"Twenty five dollars now, you suck me off, swallow.
Twenty five dollars later, once I fuck you like girl
you are!" He grinned leeringly at me.

Feeling nauseated and sickened, I stared at him,
realising he had me where he wanted me. No matter the
best laid plans that I had formulated in my head, of
how I might be able get out of this faggot act, I knew
that I would have to agree and go through with it.

Shaking my head in consent, he handed me the money and
I pushed the bills into my discarded soaked sneakers.
Then the man took his sunglasses off, and started
quickly removing his clothes.

He was shorter, yet a lot larger than I had first
thought. His thick wet weather clothing had hidden the
fact that he was only five foot five inches tall,
weighed some 220 pounds, was fat and unshaven. As he
removed the last of his clothes, I stared in horror at
him.

He was bald, had a very hairy body with a fairly large
protruding beer belly. He had large brown hair covered
nipples that stood out, with densely matted course
hair all over his thick barrel like chest and stomach.


His body hair trailed down further into a thick mass
of tangled dark pubic hair that sprouted around the
base of his enormous thick uncut penis.

It was rock solid, leaking pre-cum and straining and
curving upward, about 8-1/2 inches in length.

Like the man's body stature, it was huge and fat! His
nob was glistening purple and widening with each
passing second. Beneath his massive cock hung two
monstrous hairy balls, hanging low and pendulous.


His visage made me tremble all over. Although I was
hanging out badly, all I wanted to do now was call
this deal off. To tell him he could have his money
back and to drop me off where he'd found me.

But the look on his face told me in no uncertain ways
that I would have to do what he wanted, that he would
not tolerate any resistance on my behalf.

Facing each other in our kneeling positions in the
back of the dimly lit kombi van, I stared at his cock,
and remembering that I had twenty five bucks already
tucked away, I took a deep breath, leaned forward and
opened my mouth wide, taking as much of his penis into
my mouth as I could. The sooner I did this, the sooner
I'd be on my way.

Suddenly I retched aloud, as I felt myself nearly
being overpowered by the stench emanating from his
groin. I tried to ignore how vile his cock stank and
tasted, how foul and putrid it was, and once my
stomach had stopped spasming, and I knew I wasn't
going to throw up in his lap, I took a little bit more
of his erect penis into my mouth.

With a third of his cock now crammed into my mouth and
trying to suck on it without gagging, I closed my eyes
and tried stretching my lips further down the full
length and width of his penis as quickly as possible,
sucking hard in the hope of making him cum quickly,
and then getting out of there.

I could tell the man knew I wasn't very good at it.

I'd never ever done this kind of deviant stuff before,
and my pitiful attempts at sucking his cock didn't
impress him. Suddenly, the man grabbed the back of my
crudely bobbing head with both his large calloused
hands and forced me take all of his huge cock into my
now loudly gagging mouth properly.

Gagging uncontrollably, I tried to sit back up, but he
held my head firmly in place, telling me menacingly
how he liked it done.

With tears of shame now welling in the corners of my
eyes, I listened to his instructions and obediently
stretched my lips tightly around his thick cock,
breathed through my nose and moved my head rapidly up
and down as my lips slid along the full length of the
man's large pulsing eight and a half inch erect uncut
penis.

His mammoth cock continually hit the back of my throat
painfully, bruising it and making me gag out loud
more. I kept on gagging, as he slowly withdrew his fat
rock hard penis until just his pulsating flaring nob
was at the entrance of my o-shaped mouth, and then
he'd roughly push it further down my throat.

The man could also tell I was trying real hard not to
let my tongue touch the underneath of his cock either,
so he told me to suck it properly, like the proper
cock-sucking faggot girl I was, and to lap the
underbelly of his thick cock properly as it was
sliding in and out of my mouth.

And as the nob of his thrusting cock stopped just
inside the entrance to my mouth, he'd order me to use
the tip of my tongue to lick at his wide piss slit. To
clean out the pre-cum oozing copiously out and over
the purple flanged cock head, before quickly sliding
my widely stretched lips tightly back down the length
of the thickly veined organ again. I must have sounded
like I was on the verge of vomiting every time, but
the man didn't care.

Trapped in this kneeling position, leaning painfully
forward with my head locked firmly in place and my
mouth filled to the brim with his rock hard penis and
unable to move except to bob my head up and down the
length of his huge cock, I listened frantically for
any indication that I was making the large hairy man
happy, pleasuring him in the ways that he had
demanded, hoping against hope that he'd soon blow his
load.

I tried to open my eyes a few times, but every time I
did, the sharp split ends of his course pubic bush
would stab and scratch at my pupils, forcing me to
keep my eyes closed and continue to suck him off in
this blinded hunched over kneeling fashion.

All that went through my mind as my lips slid rapidly
up and down his cock, was the fact that I had the
twenty five dollars secured and once he'd cum, I'd
soon be away from this perverted arsehole.

I'd pretty much decided once I'd seen his monster dick
that there was no way I was going to let him fuck me.
I may have been desperate, sucking this man off for a
few bucks, but I wasn't stupid. He'd split my virgin
cherry hole real bad if he tried putting that thing up
me.

With these thoughts rushing through my mind, my eyes
suddenly sprang wide open in utter fear, as I felt the
sharp keen edge of cold steel against my throat.

Instantly I stopped bobbing my head up and down, as
well as stopped my lips rapid sliding motions up and
down his throbbing cock.

And with his erect penis still lodged deep in my
mouth, I quailed in terror as I realised that the fat
hairy stinking bastard had placed a sharp knife at my
throat and was firmly pushing it against the skin.

"Move, I cut you faggot girl! Now you do everything I
tell you!" The man whispered hoarsely, threateningly.
Then he pushed roughly down on the back of my head and
made me resume sucking him off. My chest heaved in
stunned terror, sobs erupted brokenly from the corners
of my mouth wrapped tightly around his hard cock, and
as I began sucking him off again, I listened in silent
horror and humiliation as my sucking noises and my
whimpered sobbing echoed loudly throughout the
interior of the van, and the sleet and rain that
pounded outside rose to a deafening crescendo.

"Put arms behind back, faggot girl" He ordered
menacingly as I now frantically continued to slurp and
suck up and down his quivering straining cock, trying
desperately to get him off as quickly as possible.

I immediately obeyed, reached back as ordered, and
groaned in pain as he grasped them tightly together in
one large calloused hand and drew them further up my
back. Then taking the knife away from my throat, he
quickly bound both my arms tightly together, using
some electrical cable laying next to him.

Grasping the back of my head by a fistful of my long
damp hair, he roughly pulled my mouth off his cock and
back up into a kneeling position before him. Terror
and a sense of utter despair swept over me as I stared
at the long carving knife he held at face level, and
then at the psychotic, lustful, gleeful look he gave
me.

Instantly I started to beg him not to hurt me. As my
face scrunched up in terrified anguish, my lips
quavered uncontrollably, and the tears rolled unabated
down the sides of my face, I pleaded with him not to
cut me. The man just stared at me, his black frozen
lust filled eyes gazing at me as I pitifully beseeched
him to let me go.

Suddenly, letting go of my hair, he unexpectedly
slapped me viciously across my face, nearly knocking
me into unconsciousness. Then taking a painful grip of
my hair and straightening me up, he quickly reached
between my spread knees and took hold of my flaccid
dick. Stroking it, rolling my foreskin back and forth
roughly, he looked back up into my terrified pleading
face.

"You get hard, you live for now. If not^Å" He said
slowly, evilly, demonstrating with the carving knife
what he would do with it if I couldn't get an
erection.

Staring into his cruel eyes, horrified, I could feel
and hear my heart booming in my ears as I tried to
concentrate on getting my dick hard. The way he yanked
my limp dick back and forth and squeezed it tightly as
my foreskin rasped back and forth roughly over my
sensitive nob wasn't helping matters.

Closing my now red tear-swollen eyes and swallowing
back more choked sobs, I tried to imagine a beautiful
naked woman in front of me, spreading her perfect
smooth legs wide open for me.

Slowly, as my imaginary woman took on a more realistic
form in my mind, I felt my cock start to thicken and
lengthen. Breathing a sigh of wretched relief, even
smiling a fraction that I could even respond at all
under such pressure, I then concentrated on the man's
calloused fingers stroking my penis, again using my
imagination to pretend they were the same woman's lips
wrapped around my stiffening member.

With my eyes closed, and feeling the man's rough
fingers sliding quickly up and down the length of my
now fully erect seven inch cock, I concentrated fully
on maintaining my erection.

The man, grudgingly satisfied, and maybe a little
disappointed, let go of my hard penis and, after once
again slapping me hard across my face, grabbed me by
the back of my head and forced my face back down into
his lap to take his still rock hard thick penis into
the back of my mouth.

"Suck me good, faggot^Å keep your dick hard too while
you blow me, faggot girl!" He moaned ecstatically, as
my lips slid down the length of his pulsing cock.
Gagging me over and over again, he continued to
punched the back of my throat with his leaking penis,
moaning and groaning in pleasure as I concentrated
fully on blowing him and keeping my own dick hard.

Sometimes, he'd reach down under me and between my
knees in my bent over position to make sure my cock
was still hard, slapping my low hanging hairless balls
painfully if my cock started to wilt at all.

Finally I felt his cock head expanding in my mouth.
Quickly I added more suction and pressure around the
width of his quivering penis and increased the speed
of my lips sliding up and down the length of his ready
to ejaculate dick.

Suddenly, he forcibly pushed my mouth further down on
his cock, yelping loudly as his powerful orgasm shot
continuous volleys of hot, foul tasting sperm to hit
the back of my throat and fill my mouth to full
capacity.

Again, I started to gag, trying to pull away and spit
it out, but he held my head firmly.

"Swallow it you cocksucking, dirty faggot girl!" The
man shouted ecstatically and cruelly, holding my head
tightly, and as I miserably and tearfully obeyed,
swallowing every squirting spurt of his thickly
churned cum that filled my mouth down my throat, he
gently ran the keen edge of the sharp knife over my
shoulder blades and spine.

Finally, sitting back on his heels, he patted the top
of my trembling head before pushing my face roughly
away from his lap. Unbalanced, I fell backwards flat
onto my back with my arms bound tightly and painfully
behind me, my legs sprawled wide apart and my hard
erect penis slapping loudly against my flat muscled
stomach.

Laughing the man leaned forward and grasped my rock
hard cock and stroked it up and down rapidly in his
fisted hand. I lay there, staring up at him, pleading
silently with my eyes, trembling all over as he
commenced jerking me off.

"Pump hips^Å Up, down faggot" He spat at me, ordering
me to lift my hips and fuck his squeezing fisted hand.
Obeying him, I thrust my hips up and down into the air
and steadied myself as he commenced to masturbate me
roughly.

"Spread legs wider" He ordered and obediently I spread
my legs even wider for the man, grimacing as he
increased the pace he was painfully masturbating me.
And as he slid his calloused hand up and down the
length of my thick long rigid cock rapidly, he quickly
began cruelly squeezing and slapping my large hairless
balls hard.

"You cum now faggot girl!" He stated ominously,
glaring down at me, as I kept up my thrusting hip
motion. So closing my eyes again, I tried to bring
back to my mind my imaginary woman.

Even in this humiliating and uncomfortable position,
even though I knew he was getting off on jerking me
painfully like this, even though I knew he would
probably kill me if I didn't give him a good show, my
dick got harder and pre-cum leaked out of my piss
slit.

He increased the pace of his fisted hand jerking me,
forced me to humped my hips and buttocks up and down
quicker and higher.

Then gloating obscenely of the power he had over me,
and how I was now his forever, he'd watched avidly as
I bit my lower lip, watched as my body quivered all
over uncontrollably, laughed out loud at how I'd
pushed my spasming cock hard up into his gripping
jerking hand and roared with laughter as I ejaculated
powerfully, shooting my huge load of teenage spunk all
over my chest, stomach and face.

He'd watched in gleeful lust as my copious amounts of
sperm shot high in the air before falling and
splattering all over my body and face. The man seemed
riveted by the view and was obviously pleased by my
powerful ejaculation.

He told me in his broken English that he liked the
look on my cute boyish tearful scrunched up face as
he'd jacked me off.

As he slid long powerful tight rapid strokes up and
down the thick girth of my hard cock, and with my legs
spread wide apart, he'd laughed at the embarrassing
sight of my fat hairless balls jiggling and bouncing
about between my inner thighs as he'd made me fuck my
dick up into his fisted hand.

And then when I had finally orgasmed, he'd watched in
fascination as all my body muscles had twitched,
contracted and rippled.

And with my hips thrust high in the air, and as I shot
the last of my load, the man had then leant forward
over me, scooped up some of my thick steaming cum off
my stomach and chest, and held it to his nose.

After sniffing it in curiosity, he'd then ordered me
to open my mouth wide and lick and suck his thick
fingers clean.

Then I'd eyed him through reddened tear filled eyes
warily, as the man keeping the sharp knife in view,
and waiting for my breathing to return to normal, told
me loudly it was now time for my fucking.

Horrified I realised the man's penis was hard again.
It curved back up, the nob glistening again with
pre-cum oozing out of his piss slit. Reaching down, he
rolled me off my back and onto my stomach. Pushing my
legs wide apart, he knelt between them and placed the
knife at my throat.

"Not move, cunt!" He said gruffly, gently pressing on
the knife so that I understood what would happen if I
so much as coughed. Then he started to undo the tight
knots of cable that bound me, and once released, he
ordered me to spread my arms above my head.

Quickly, sitting the full weight of his heavy body on
top of my back to keep me from moving, he reached up
and tied my left wrist to one of two metal hoops
welded to the side of the interior of the van. Then he
secured my right wrist to the second metal hoop, which
was about a 5 foot distance from the other.

Then grunting heavily as he rolled his flabby hairy
arse off me, he reached down, grabbed my right ankle,
pulled it painfully away from my left leg, and tied it
to a similar metal hoop welded to the opposite side on
the interior of the van. And once secured, he grabbed
my left ankle, pulled my legs painfully wide apart and
tied it to the second metal hoop.

Completely naked, spreadeagled, face down and unable
to move, I lay there frozen in fear and horror, unable
to comprehend what he was about to do to me. Again the
sounds outside of the torrential rain and wind swept
sleet rose loudly to buffet the side of the van.

I could hear him breathing loudly behind me as he
moved between my widely spread legs, and then I felt
him lean forward over me and lay down heavily on top
of my tensed lean muscular quivering body.

Laying there, I shook violently, too terrified to say
or do anything. My firm arse cheeks flattened as the
man's mammoth weight settled completely on top of me.

And then I could feel the hard pressure of the man's
hugely thick uncut cock pushing my arse cheeks apart,
then the tip of his leaking nob prodding against the
outside my tight virginal anal opening.

Uncontrollably, I automatically tensed up my arse
muscles even more, trying to ward off the horror that
I knew would soon be pounding up my rear end.

"Remember, move I cut you bad^Å understand, faggot?"
The man sneered ominously into my ear. I quickly
nodded my head in fearful agreement as I felt the
blade of the knife press more firmly against my
throat.

Then the man pushed his large hairy hips down and his
large thick cock started stretching my anal entrance
wide open. The man didn't use any lubricant except for
the pre-cum that leaked out of his piss slit and
covered his wide cock head.

Pushing harder and grunting lustfully, the man's penis
slowly penetrated me and slid all the way up my anus.
The pain was indescribable, and increased a
thousandfold, as the man then pulled back a few inches
of his hard cock from my impaled anus and then again
shoved himself all the way back up my now red-raw and
bruised arsehole.

I know I must have screamed when he first entered me
and began fucking me as hard as he could. I know I
must have begged and pleaded with him to stop,
snivelled and blubbered pathetically for him to please
stop the pain that he was submitting me to.

I know I cried and whimpered uncontrollably and that I
tried uselessly to move my arse out of the way of his
pummelling cock.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot girl!" The man had shouted
above my screams of agony, before he suddenly pushed
my own filthy wet jockey briefs deep into my mouth to
muffle the noises I was making.

"One more sound and I cut you..." He said cruelly, and
again pressed the knife harder against my throat this
time.

And with my arse feeling like it was splitting apart,
with flares of agony cascaded throughout my body and
up my spine, I obediently shut up except for a few
heart-rending whimpers and squeals that escape from
the corners of my underwear gagged mouth.

Tears streamed down my face and soaked into the filthy
thin mattress beneath me, as I again felt the man's
fat cock slam and punch up into my now gaping bum
hole.

The man was now fucking me brutally, a steady fuck
pace that slammed my body back and forth under him as
he pounded away, grunting, moaning and gurgling loudly
as he savoured the elastic tightness of my arsehole
gripping his cock. And as he fucked away, staring down
at the back of the my head and long slender neck, he
told me how much he loved me, that he would never let
me go, that I would learn to serve him as his own
personal fuck and suck boy from this day forth.

I felt faint, nauseous, and blacked out many times as
he raped me. But each time I fainted, the man, filled
with power and lust, waited patiently for me to regain
consciousness, before he commenced to fuck me even
more brutally than before.

In and out the man fucked, slamming as much of his
cock into me, before sliding out four or five and a
half inches of his thick cock from my anus and ramming
it all back in.

Unable to escape the searing pain and blinded by my
own tears, I could feel and hear the man's hairy balls
slapping and flapping obscenely against my flattened
arse cheeks as the man continued to fill me up
repeatedly with his hard thick cock.

On and on the man pounded, sweat coursing down his fat
hairy body onto mine, as he soaked in the pure delight
and pleasure of raping my once virgin arse.

Finally, from somewhere deep inside my traumatised
mind, my numbed body and brutalised arsehole, I softly
groaned as I felt the man's cock expand hugely and
throb.

Then with a tremendous downward and upward thrust, the
man slammed the full length and width of his cock
right up my tortured anus and shot a massive amount of
his hot sperm into my bowels.

Panting, intoxicated, the man collapsed on top of my
trembling body, the knife still pressed hard against
my throat and the man's cock still lodged deep up my
red raw bottom.

Breathing heavily, he slowly crawled off of me, his
thick cock making a slurping, popping sound as he
pulled out of my stretched arsehole. Then he roughly
fingered my now gaping anal entrance to declare with
obvious satisfaction to me that there was no permanent
damage and only a little bleeding.

With my arms and legs still tightly secured with
electrical cable, my ravaged body spreadeagled
painfully and unable to move, I just laid there face
down in utter pain and humiliation, my breathing
reduced to ragged gasps for air through my nose, my
mouth filled with my own underwear nearly choking me,
my chest heaved heavily and tears flowing unchecked
down my face.

"Now we go home, faggot girl! Time to teach you how to
please a real man!" The old man said as he quickly
donned his under clothes and made his way back to the
driver's seat of the kombi-van.

And as the freezing sleet, rain and winds and
impenetrable darkness plunged the city into a frozen
landscape of towering shadows and tall frozen
silhouettes, the man turned around once more to look
at me tied there naked and spreadeagled in the back of
his van before he started the engine and slowly
manoeuvred the vehicle towards his home.


Part Two - On Bended Knees (Coming soon!!!)

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