Rape Stories.

Diana McKay was a very popular teacher at Washington High. She was often accused by her fellow teachers of using her sexuality to keep the young men in her class interested in learning English composition. She was 41, blonde, 5′4, 36-25-35, had a C cup and weighed 135 pounds.

Diana was married to a college professor a dozen years her senior. She had met Dr. John McKay when she was a sophomore at Syracuse University and he was her teacher. Within months of their first meeting they were sleeping together and before she graduated he had left his wife and two small children to marry Diana.

She was a cheerleader, perky and vivacious. He was a handsome 32-year-old history professor and their affair scandalized the college community. When she met Dr. McKay she was deeply embroiled in a love affair with Charles Foster, an All-American fullback who just happened to be African American. She quickly went from one scandalous relationship to another. That was Diana’s way.

Her 20-year marriage to Dr. McKay produced two children - a boy and a girl, now teenagers. It also saw her involved in numerous affairs. Some of those dalliances were rumoured to have been with her students. She was 41, looked 30, and acted 18. High School boys with raging hormones lusted after her, fantasized about her and, once, ten-years-ago actually had tried to rape her.

It was the summer of 1999 at the New Jersey shore. Diana and her two children, as usual, were spending the summer at their home in Ocean City, NJ. Her son Jason worked at Mac and Mancos Pizza, her daughter Melinda worked at Atlantic Books. Dr. McKay commuted between the shore and their home in Turnersville, NJ, and taught summer courses at the University of Pennsylvania.

Diana spent most of her time on the beach. Sometimes in the company of Melinda, sometimes with girlfriends she invited down and, sometimes, by herself. On one of those "by herself" days she happened to run in to several of her students and former students and she pulled her beach chair over to where they were gathered and decided to spend the afternoon with them.

Though she was at least 23 years older than the oldest boy in the group, her form fitting brown one piece bathing suit made them forget the age differences and they treated her as they would treat any of the younger women they usually hung out with. In other words they engaged in some off-colour jokes, shared beers with her, and, on a few occasions, managed to cop a feel as they roughhoused on the blanket.

Diana didn’t mind. In fact she liked it. It was just last summer that she had met a boy on the beach, went back to his parent’s condo with him on the pretence of having a beer, and then spent the entire afternoon making love. He was 18 she was 40 at the time.

Sometime during the afternoon Diana’s beach mates began to think about carrying their fantasies about her to the next level. She sure was sexy and she sure seemed like she’d be a good fuck. They had all heard rumours the about her sexuality - about how she is supposed to have given two students a blow job in her office, about how she had slept with a former football player - but none had experienced any of it other than in their dreams.

By later afternoon four of the boys decided that they would try to get her to go back to their rented house with them. After a half dozen beers on the beach she was already acting giddy, so they decided that they would try to get her drunk enough that evening so that she’d become a willing sex partner. They had heard that she was a very passionate drunk. At least that was the rumour.

Very casually, Alan, who was always the leader of this group, asked Diana if she’d like to accompany them back to their house for a barbecue and "a few brews". At first she declined, but as they pleaded with her and she remembered that her husband was back in Turnersville and her daughter was gone for a couple of days, she said that she would.

The house that the guys had rented wasn’t in Ocean City. It was about ten miles south on the Ocean Drive in Sea Isle City. Diana said that instead of going down there with them she’d go home, get out of her sandy bathing suit and then drive herself down and have a barbecue with them. They couldn’t believe it.

It was 4 PM, Diana told them she’d be there by six. And then she left the 27 Street beach and walked back to her house on Asbury Avenue.

Alan and his friends also packed their stuff and headed for Sea Isle. "We’re only goanna get this one chance," he told his friends, "I wonder how can we get her drunk enough to party with us?"

And, as an answer to the question, his friend Mickey said, "ever hear of GLB?" Alan said that he hadn’t.

Mickey explained that GLB (sometimes sold under the brand name, Blue Sundance), which has been on the shelves in health food stores for years, has recently been discovered as a cheap and legal way to get high. GBL converts in the bloodstream to GHB, a chemical substance used to treat narcolepsy (sleep disorders). It becomes a depressant that works on the central nervous system and produces euphoria and hallucinations. Once under it’s spell, the recipient is, at best, semi-conscious and unable to defend himself or herself. Eventually the victim lapses in to a deep, almost comatose, sleep. Most dangerous of all, it is odourless and colourless and can be slipped in to the drink of the unsuspecting victim. There was also another caution; an overdose could be fatal.

Alan nodded with great interest. "Do you have any?" he asked.

"No, but I know some guys who do," was Mickey’s reply. And so, on the way to Sea Isle, they stopped by another teen-filled house and, for $25, came away with enough GBL to insure a most interesting evening with Mrs. McKay.

At 6 PM the barbecue grill was already fired up and more than a dozen young people, most of them Washington High students or grads, were at the house and more were expected. When Mrs. McKay arrived in her silver 280C Mercedes they were pleased to see her. Alan, Mickey and the two other guys were more pleased than the others.

Diana, true to her sexual nature, wore a form fitting, scooped-neck, white jersey, blue Bermuda shorts, that hugged her shapely ass, and white sandals that laced to the ankle. "Oh my God, she looks so fuckable," Alan whispered to Mickey.

All the male students liked Diana and she quickly became the center of conversation. Soon she was drinking a beer with them and acting very much like one of the gang. Some of the high school girls were uncomfortable with her, in fact at school some were outright hostile toward her because of the male attention she attracted.

One girl, who had no idea what was planned, whispered to a friend, "Mrs. McKay is a regular slut, it would serve her right if all these guys gang banged her."

An hour passed and Diana had consumed a few beers and was acting just a bit giddy. "Anyone ready to eat?" Alan called out, and everyone agreed that they were. It was then that Diana unwittingly set the stage for her own demise.

"I’d better switch to ice tea with my burger," she said, "I’ll be driving home in a little while and don’t want to be too tipsy."

"I’ll take care of you Mrs.Mack," Mickey said, "using the name that most students called her at school." And take care of her he did. He mixed a healthy dose of GBL in the tall ice tea glass and handed it to her. She drank it down while eating her burger and Mickey quickly fixed her another.

The effects began to show after the second glass of tea; all of a sudden Diana started to get very quiet. Alan and Mickey watched as she began to rub her eyes. Then her head. The first sign is a headache. She got up from her chair and started to walk in to the house. She bumped in to a table, staggered a bit, and then tripped up the steps. Her legs were like rubber. But she got inside the door.

Alan, Mickey, Jack and Barry followed.

She was standing in the room, clearly confused. Rocking back and forth. She forgot where she was and why she came in. The amnesia stage was setting in but she was still conscious enough to know that she should be worried.

"Watch this," Mickey said, and he walked up behind her and said, "you okay Mrs. Mack?"

She just kind of stared ahead, she didn’t acknowledge the question. Feeling bold he reached around and took hold of her breasts. Alan and the others just watched. She didn’t even flinch. He rubbed his hands over them, slipped his hands inside her bra and tweaked her nipples. She just stared.

"God damn, she’s fucking out of it," Alan said, and she was. They moved to encircle her. Mickey pulled the jersey out of her shorts and lifted it over her head. She didn’t resist. Her 36C breasts were encased in a lacy bra. Her suntanned body made the bra seem almost ivory in colour. Alan reached back and unsnapped it. She was now nude from the waist up.

Though she was 41 her breasts were full and shapely and were just beginning to show signs of the inevitable sag that accompanies age. "Look at those tits," Alan sighed, "they are fucking beautiful."

A few other kids had come in to the living room as word spread about what was transpiring. To all intents and purposes Mrs. Mack was drunk and letting them do this to her. They watched quietly as Alan slid his hands inside her unzipped Bermudas and found the crotch of her panties. His fingers quickly found her crease and worked to get inside of it. Mickey continued to hold her up.

Her Bermudas feel to her ankles. Her panties were down around mid-thigh. Alan was kissing her passionately as he worked his fingers deeper inside of her. She kissed back. She trembled a little, but made no sound.

Jack and Barry were now getting involved. They began to stroke her breasts as Alan worked her panties down her legs and over her ankles. She was attired only in her sandals. While her hair was golden blonde, her trimmed snatch was thick and black and her body was very firm for a woman her age.

"Just fuck the old slut," came the words of 18-year-old Sandy Pickwood, a Washington High cheerleader, "she wants it, give it to her." Sandy was clearly annoyed and at that moment hated her teacher. "What a pig she is," she thought. She had no idea that Diana was drugged and about to be gang raped.

She was pretty much out of it and when Mickey left go of her she fell to her knees and tottered, about to pitch forward. She was clearly blitzed.

And so, since she was totally helpless, the four guys picked her up by her arms and legs and carried her down a long hallway to a room with a big double bed in it. The others followed. Diana’s eyes were wide open and she appeared to be awake but at this point she was absolutely clueless about what was transpiring.

They shoved her on the bed and she lay there on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, her arms lay at her sides, her legs were slightly open and a hint of her black thatch gave promise of richer treasures just beyond.

"Get the fucking video camera," Alan yelled and soon a geeky looking kid named Paul arrived with a hand-held Sony. A few others produced 35mm cameras and one kid had a Polaroid. They considered tying her to the bed but decided that it wasn’t necessary. And it wasn’t.

Alan quickly shed his shorts and just kind of hovered over her. He really couldn’t believe that there, lying before him, was his English teacher. He smiled, looked around the room, and knelt on the bed. He sized her up, rubbed his hands over her naked body and savoured the moment. "Do it for Christ’s sake," somebody yelled, "fuck the bitch".

He kicked her legs wide open and she offered no resistance. Diana had had sex countless times before, but never had she been so pliable. Alan dropped down on her. He guided his teenage cock between her legs and found that her moist canal welcomed his intrusion and he slid it in. The guys - and a few girls - cheered. He lifted her legs high, to his shoulders, and drilled her deeply. They rocked and bounced. He head bobbed, like a marionette without strings. She took all he had and he deposited a thick, milky load deep inside of her. Semen actually bubbled out as he removed his cock from inside of her.

Mickey was next and he complained that she was "so big", he said, "you could drive a fucking truck in here, this lady has been screwed many times." Still Mickey managed work himself in to a pretty good frenzy and climaxed by filling her up with a generous supply of his sperm.

When it was Jack’s turn he decided there was no way he was going to take sloppy thirds so he climbed up on chest, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her head and forced open mouth on to his cock. She surprised him by clamping down on it and soon he was pumping in and out of her mouth - not really a blowjob, more of a face fuck. And then he came and deposited all he had inside her mouth. She immediately gagged and began to cough and wretch.

They dragged her to the bathroom and forced her to swallow water from a hose that they inserted in her mouth. It was crude, but it worked. They decided that no one else had better cum in her mouth and they placed a length of silver duct tape over it.

Barry opted for the last virgin target - her ass. And they dragged her back down the hallway and, this time, draped her over a chest of drawers. She kept sliding off so they ended up tying her wrists to the back legs of the chest. As soon as her ass were aimed appropriately upward Barry lathered on a generous supply of Vaseline and jammed his cock in her ass hole. She never whimpered or flinched. Blood gurgled out of her anus as he drilled in and out. Soon the blood was mixed with semen and the goop that slid down her thighs was a pinkish white.

She was totally unconscious by the time he was finished with her and at that point she was simply "meat".

"Anyone who wants her can have her now," Alan declared and he had many takers.

For some reason they tied her wrists together, and tethered her tits with clothesline. It was going to get very kinky from that point on and it did. For a time Diana was suspended from an exposed beam in the kitchen. Guys would go get a beer, grope the teacher and then return. Word of the gangbang spread around Sea Isle and people dropped in and out all evening. Occasionally you’d see Diana get dragged, either by the tied arms, or by the hair, from one room to another. You’d hear a shriek or a loud laugh and you knew that she had been used again.

At some point someone pierced both of her nipples with loops, no one could remember when that happened. One very off-the-wall guy wanted to get her tattooed, another suggested cutting off all of her hair. But the nipple clips were it, as far as "alterations" went.

Like most parties this one just kind of expired and people fell asleep in places all over the house. Diana, in a deep, unarousable sleep, lay in pool of dried cum in the bathroom. People stepped over her to urinate. Occasionally they urinated on her.

"Wake the fuck up," Paul shouted as he punched and prodded Alan, "I think the teacher is goanna die." Paul was clearly in a panic - and soon so was Alan. Diana was lying where they left her but now was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her body twitching, her eyes wide open, but seeing nothing.

"We have to get her to the hospital," Paul said.

"Yes and go to jail for rape," Alan replied, "no fucking way."

But Paul wasn’t to be denied - and he probably saved her life. With the help of another kid from the house they carried her, now wrapped in a blanket, to their car and began the long trek up the Ocean Drive to Somers Point and Shore Memorial Hospital. Her breath was diminishing, she was totally unresponsive. They had to hurry. It was 6 a.m.

They arrived at the hospital a half-hour later, pulled up to the emergency door - and no one was there. Paul found an abandoned wheel chair and brought it to the car. He lifted Diana in to it, placed it in front of the automatic emergency room door and gave it a shove.

As the door opened - and Paul’s car flew away - Diana’s almost lifeless body rolled in to the lobby, came to a stop and she toppled out on to the floor. Naked.

A resident couldn’t believe his eyes as she fell to the floor and quickly called for assistance. They assumed drug overdose, but realized that whatever the problem was she needed to be on a ventilator to get her breathing back to normal. They quickly figured out that she was, yet another, GHB case dropped at their doorstep.

Alan and Mickey took her Mercedes and parked it in front of her Ocean City house. Her son Jason was sound asleep inside. They left her clothes and her purse in the car, tossed the keys on her front porch.

At Shore Memorial, Diana was admitted as "Jane Doe", GHB victim.

When she awoke, later that morning, she had all the classic symptoms of a hangover. She had a headache that wouldn’t quit, began to wretch repeatedly, and was severely dehydrated. And on top of that she had two rings through her nipples and every muscle in her body ached.

When the resident realized she was awake he came in and introduced himself. She told him that she had no idea what had happened to her - and he told her that she had obviously been drugged and raped, that semen was leaking from virtually every opening in her body when they found her.

She told them her name - but that she had no idea what had happened. She wouldn’t implicate the kids who did it, but they’d sure have a difficult time passing English in the coming school year.

And she sure hoped she wasn’t pregnant.

FORCED FUCKERS - Some real shocking rape!

Author of this and more rape stories is Henry

Ashleigh peeked into the classroom, unsure if Mr. Sanders was in the room or not. She sighed, blowing a big bubble with her gum, and then snapping it. Ashleigh was beautiful, with short curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a figure that most girls would kill to have. Her measurements were a 34C-22-32, and those girls who were jealous of her often called her “Barbie.” Stupid sluts, Ashleigh thought to herself, they would think that is an insult. They all know that their boyfriends would dump them in a second if they could have me.

Although Ashleigh was very fond of teasing and leading on boys, she hadn’t yet had sex. Oh, she had given a few blow jobs now and then, but she wouldn’t consent to sex. The way she saw it, she was just too good for high school boys. She’d wait until she found someone really worthy to touch her; until then, she’d be a virgin. Just because she was a virgin, however, didn’t mean that she dressed the part. Only 18, Ashleigh was often mistaken for being in her 20s with her outfits. Today, Ashleigh was wearing a form-fitting white tank top that stopped several inches short of the waistband on her plaid skirt. Her plaid skirt barely covered her shapely ass, and she wore fishnet stockings and knee-high black leather boots. All day, male students and teachers had been watching her carefully, hoping against hope that she would bend over and allow them a glimpse of her panties. She had disappointed them all, she thought with a smug grin on her face.

Mr. Sanders came bustling out of the lab in the back of the classroom. Nicknamed “the Colonel” because of his last name, he was about 40 years old with balding dark hair that stood up wildly. Some of his students joked that he had stuck his hand in an electrical socket to get that hairdo, but in reality he just couldn’t find the time to get a haircut. He had thick, black-rimmed glasses that were always sliding down his nose, and he wore a traditional white lab jacket over his mis-matched lavender shirt with dark blue dress pants. His tie was on crooked and matched neither his shirt nor his pants. He had colored chalk dust all over the back of his lab coat, but he never noticed. He was the typical absent-minded physics professor.

“Ah, Ashleigh,” he said, looking up at her for the first time. “I had no idea you had arrived.”

Ashleigh snorted, tossing her pretty blonde hair over her shoulder. “Look, I just want to get this over with. Where do you want me to sit?”

Mr. Sanders looked indecisive. “Um, well, how about over here?” He pointed to the desk closest to his own. His desk could barely be seen, covered with piles of graded papers, lab manuals, catalogues advertising the newest physics supplies, and textbooks.

Ashleigh shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever,” she murmured, plopping down into the desk. She lounged back, her shirt riding up almost enough for Mr. Sanders to get a glimpse of the bottom of her cleavage.

Ashleigh had skipped physics class three times that week, and the principal had told her that she would have to serve a two-hour detention after school to make up for the work she missed. Mr. Sanders didn’t seem to know what to do with her. He glanced nervously back at the lab. “Well, um, Ashleigh, I’m going to be back in the lab if you need me. Your make-up work is on my desk, let me get it for you.” He walked over to his desk, found a book with several worksheets stuck inside the flap, and handed it to her. “Do you need a pencil?”

Ashleigh just looked at him. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Um, okay, I’ll be in the lab,” he repeated, inching away from her. Ashleigh tried not to laugh. It was obvious that women intimidated Mr. Sanders. Maybe that was why he had never married a woman. The students said he was married to his work, and that appeared to be true. He shut the lab door, and Ashleigh sighed. She could work on her worksheets. If she finished them, maybe Mr. Sanders would let her go early. She fished out a pink pen from her purse and began to look up the answers in the book. She sighed once more. She’d never have taken physics if it wasn’t for her father. Her father was a chemist and worked at a nearby chemical lab. He made a lot of money, and he hoped that his only child would follow in his scientific footsteps.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Daddy,” Ashleigh murmured, “but I don’t even know the definitions in the book.”

Mr. Sanders was infuriated as he sat back in his lab. How dare Ashleigh Cabbott walk into his classroom, his domain, and intimidate him? It just wasn’t right. It just wasn’t fair. He’d show that little bitch.

He peeped out the window on the door. She was actually working on the assignment he had given her. He was surprised. There was a rumor around the school that she slept around for her grades, although he didn’t know if it was true or not. Ashleigh constantly skipped classes, and yet she always managed to pass them all. He was stumped as to how she managed to do it. She had taken one exam in his class, and had failed with flying colors.

Mr. Sanders slammed his balled up fist into the palm of his other hand. Yes, he could show this little bitch a thing or two. Hell, she might be able to teach HIM a thing or two, with all the experience she probably had under her belt. A girl didn’t dress like she did and not get fucked frequently, even though she had never had a steady boyfriend.

He opened the lab door and walked quietly towards her. Ashleigh didn’t even notice him approaching her, she was trying to flip through her book to the dictionary in the back. He raised his hand to strike her. She half-turned in her seat, but by the time she saw him, his fist had slammed into the back of her head. She slumped in her seat, knocked unconscious. Mr. Sanders smiled evilly. Yes, he would have fun with this girl before she left his classroom.

While Ashleigh lay on the desk unconscious, Mr. Sanders got to work. He first shut and locked his classroom’s door, and then pulled down the shade. He wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him – most of the teachers and students had left for the day already, and the school was built so the science classrooms had their own wing. Mr. Sanders knew that none of the other science teachers stayed around after the last bell rang for the day. He smiled to himself. This was almost too easy!

Next, he cleared his cluttered desk, pushing most of the papers and textbooks onto the floor with a crash. He looked over to Ashleigh, but she was still out like a light. He smiled. Finally, with the desk completely clear, he went over to get his little victim. Pulling her out of her chair, he didn’t realize how heavy she was, although she was thin and built. He struggled to get her to the desk. Flopping her over on her stomach on the desk, he surveyed his prize. She moaned a little bit, and he realized he had better hurry before she woke up and tried to fight him. He knew she would fight him, and he was a little bit disappointed that she would not be able to have that chance. He would love to get violent with her. But not this time.

He searched the room frantically, trying to find something to tie her up with. Finally, his eyes fell upon some Saran Wrap his eighth-period class had been using in the lab. He pulled out a few feet, wrapping it up tightly, and tried to break it. He couldn’t. Yes, this would do. He went back over to Ashleigh and tied her wrists together behind her back. She moaned again, this time a little louder. He ran back to his lab and pulled out a few circuit boards and metal clips. His ninth-period class had been learning the difference between parallel and series circuits. Ashleigh’s head hung low over his desk. Just as he had hoped, her breasts were hanging over the desk’s edge, too. He quickly ripped off her tank top, exposing her creamy white breasts and tiny pink nipples. He pinched one, rolling it around between his thum b and index fingers. It instantly stood to attention. He lowered his mouth to the nipple, gently sucking it. Ashleigh let out a groan. Pulling his lips away from her tasty nipple, he hooked up the metal clips to the circuit board with wires. He sank one of the metal clips into Ashleigh’s pert nipple. She let out a howl and her eyes shot open.

“Well, Ashleigh, you finally grace me with your presence. Now, hold still. You see, your class learned about electricity and circuits today, and I’m afraid you missed that class. So I’m here to fill you in with the lessons we learned.” With that, he sank the other metal clip into her other nipple. She howled again, her eyes filled with pain.

“Oh please, please don’t do this. Please let me go, please Mr. Sanders.” Ashleigh’s eyes were pleading with him, begging him to let her go.

He shook his head ruefully. “I’m sorry, Ashleigh, but you are so far behind in class, you really need to get caught up. What better way than to show you with hands-on learning?” He snickered at his own joke, but Ashleigh didn’t appear to appreciate his humor.

Mr. Sanders sat down on the floor, his face close to Ashleigh’s. He wanted the best vantage point possible. He flipped a few switches on the crude circuit board, and then pushed a button. Ashleigh howled in pain as a jolt of electricity flowed through her right nipple. Mr. Sanders smiled at her pain. He pressed another button, and this time a surge of electricity stung her left nipple. It felt as if her nipples were scorched. She screamed again, her breath blowing across Mr. Sanders’ face, her eyes scrunched up in terror and pain.

Mr. Sanders pressed the buttons a few more times, varying the length of time Ashleigh was exposed to the electrical shock. After a few minutes, however, he couldn’t take it any longer. He felt as if he were ready to explode if he didn’t rape this little bitch. He unhooked the metal clips, and Ashleigh breathed a sigh of relief. “Please, Mr. Sanders, let me go now. I promise I won’t tell, if you just let me go.”

Mr. Sanders laughed. “Oh Ashleigh, you forget. You’ve only been here half an hour, and you are supposed to stay for two hours, remember? Besides, we learned so many more things with the three classes you skipped, and you aren’t nearly caught up yet.”

Ashleigh began to struggle as he walked around her. She could no longer see him, but she could hear his footsteps stop behind her. “Nice,” he murmured. During her struggle, her skirt had ridden up her ass, giving him a prime view of her black thong and snowy white ass cheeks. He gave her left cheek a hearty slap, and then lowered his hands to start unzipping her black boots. He pulled one off her foot, and then the second one. He threw them to the side. Her fishnet stockings were only thigh-high, and he thought it would be interesting to fuck her like the dirty slut she was with them on. The panties, however, definitely had to go. He raised a finger and snapped the elastic waistband. Ashleigh gave a yelp and began to plead all over again for her release.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. You have this coming to you, and you damn well know it. So just shut the fuck up and enjoy it, because I know I sure am.”

Ashleigh was shaking her head back and forth violently. “Please, Mr. Sanders, don’t, I’m a virgin. Please let me go.”

Mr. Sanders snorted. “A virgin? Give me a fucking break. There’s no way you could be a virgin when you dress like a little slut. I wouldn’t be surprised if you haven’t fucked a hundred men so far, and that’s not including the little high school boys you trifle around with.” He slid her thong down over her ass and pulled it down her sexy legs. Ashleigh hadn’t stopped her pleading, so he grabbed her thong and stuffed it into her rosy-red mouth. Her cheeks were puffy like a chipmunk, and her screaming wasn’t nearly as loud. Good.

He returned to her ass and examined it. He pulled her plaid skirt up a little bit higher. He would keep it on, it gave her a naughty Catholic school girl look, but he wanted to see what exactly he was fucking when he was teaching her a lesson. He ran his index finger down the crack of her ass and came to her moist little pussy. Could it be possible that the slut was turned on by his torture? “Hell, with Ashleigh Cabbott, anything is possible for the little pussy,” he thought to himself, admiring his prize.

He slid a finger into her pussy, causing her to scream and gag as she protested. God, was she tight. Her pussy lips clenched his finger in a vise-like grip. Probing into her, he managed to stuff another finger into her little twat, her screams giving way to hysterical sobs. His thumb found her clit, and he began to massage it. Her juices flowed down his two fingers, and a few droplets fell onto the floor. Yes, she was ready, but he wanted to enjoy it to the extreme. Instead of sliding his dick into her pussy, he slid out his two fingers and instead knelt behind her and began to lick her tender folds of skin. She was getting turned on, he could feel it. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices, and continued to massage her clit with his thumb. He felt her muscles tighten, and a sob escaped around her gag as she came with his tongue lapping at her dripping cunt.

Mr. Sanders stood up and began to hurriedly unzip his pants. He threw off his white lab coat and slid his pants down to his knees. Standing behind her, his dick pressed up against her ass crack, he let her know the treat that was in for her. Although his dick wasn’t exceptionally long, about 8 inches altogether, he was very wide, over 4 inches across. His first girlfriend had broken off the relationship because she couldn’t handle his cock, and he found that many other women felt the same way. He wondered if he would shred Ashleigh’s cunt, too.

Rearing back, his cock nuzzled up against Ashleigh’s swollen cunt lips and gently entered her sweet wet folds. She began to scream even louder, but Mr. Sanders paid her no mind. He inched into her pussy, until he felt himself pressing up against some sort of barrier. He frowned and pushed harder. His cock sank into her cunt even further with a wet, sloppy noise. He looked down and saw blood dripping from Ashleigh’s pussy. “Damn, you were telling the truth, you really WERE a virgin!” Mr. Sanders laughed loudly as he kept pushing his cock deeper into Ashleigh’s violated twat. “Well, I guess I’ve taken care of THAT for you.” He continued to laugh as sobs wracked Ashleigh’s beautiful body.

Mr. Sanders finally managed to sink all of his cock into Ashleigh’s pussy. He grabbed a hold of her blonde hair and pulled on it as he withdrew his cock from her fuckhole. He sank into her pussy again, this time with much less resistance, although Ashleigh still screamed from pain and humiliation. He pulled her hair again as he pushed into her. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and began to pump his cock into her body hard and fast, causing her breasts to slap against the side of the desk and her body to jiggle limply as he used her. He felt his balls tightening, and he slammed into her once more as he shot his cum inside her raped hole.

He lay against her for a few moments, breathing deeply. She was quietly sobbing beneath him. He finally withdrew his shrinking dick and examined the pinkish-tinged, creamy juices that dripped from her well-abused cunt. He smiled once more.

Her eyes were still begging him to let her go, but he still had plans for her. He kicked off his pants and walked back to his lab without them, searching for something he had used in a lesson a few days ago. Opening the small icebox he had in the back room, he slid on a pair of gloves and picked up a large metal cylinder that was stored in the icebox. The students had been learning how metal conducts electricity, and they had been examining whether different metal temperatures facilitated or diminished conduction.

He walked back toward Ashleigh. She still lay slumped over his desk, sobbing for all she was worth. She kind of looked li ke a broken doll. He grinned. She didn’t have the energy to lift her head up enough to meet his eyes, but she definitely knew that he had returned. “You also missed our experiments with the temperatures of metals and their ability to conduct electricity. I thought I should introduce you to our research and findings.” Taking the metal cylinder, which had chilled his hands despite wearing thick gloves, he stepped behind her again. Placing the frozen metal against her pussy lips, Ashleigh suddenly came to life, screaming and thrashing wildly. The metal had to be cold enough to burn her, and her abused pussy was more vulnerable to the cold. He slowly began to slide the cylinder into her fuckhole, pausing now and then to adjust his grip. Finally, the entire cylinder was swallowed up by her pussy.

Ashleigh was still screaming and thrashing about wildly, but she was powerless to push against the cylinder or stop the abuse. Mr. Sanders slid off his gloves and touched the opening of her pussy. It was so cold, he felt as if he had shoved an icebox up her twat instead of the metal cylinder. He walked away from her and retrieved the circuit board he had fun with earlier. He took a metal clip and sank it into her pussy lip, increasing her howls of pain. He took the other metal clip, pushing her wet folds apart, and sank it into her clit. Ashleigh began to buck up and down, and Mr. Sanders held her as strength faded and finally gave way. The cold her pussy was emitting was downright chilling to the bone. He could only imagine how much pain she was in as the metal tube frosted her insides.

He pressed a button on the circuit board and gave Ashleigh an electrical shock. She moaned loudly, but didn’t scream. Frowning, he made a few adjustments and pressed the button again. This time, Ashleigh nearly bolted straight off of the desk. She probably would have, except Mr. Sanders was standing directly behind her. He pressed the other button and sent a jolt of electricity to Ashleigh’s clit. She screamed louder, but didn’t have the energy to jump off the desk or away from her pain.

Mr. Sanders went around to the front of the desk so he could see Ashleigh’s facial expressions as he sent the electrical shocks through her. Her eyes were already tightly shut, probably from the pain of having a freezing cold cylinder shoved into her snatch. A small trace of drool dripped from the left corner of her mouth, and he could tell that her thong was soaked clean through. He sent another shock to her clit. Her eyes flew open, and he liked what he saw as she screamed. The pain in her big blue eyes was indescribable, and he treasured the fact that he was the one inflicting it on her.

Although he was definitely not a young man anymore, he was still virile and he began to grow hard once more. He pressed the buttons a few more times, loving the expressions on her face. He pressed the button for her clit and kept it pressed for nearly a minute. Ashleigh looked like a mad woman, twitching and screaming. He could tell that she was getting sick and watched with pleasure as she was forced to swallow her own hot vomit. That sent him nearly over the edge. He got up and removed the metal clips from her pussy, but leaving the metal cylinder in for good measure. Throwing the electrical board to the floor, he spread her ass cheeks and began to lick her tender, puckered asshole. He moved his mouth over her two ass cheeks, laving each with his tongue. He sank his teeth into her right cheek, but she barely moaned. She was apparently becoming insensitive to the torture he was inflicting on her. He would change that.

He got up and took his hard dick in his hand. Stroking himself for a few seconds, he placed his cock right up against her little asshole. Scooping some pinkish cream from her icy cunt, he rubbed it against her hole and began to press up against her. She squirmed and moaned, but she had lost all energy to resist and limply lay there for the most part. He felt her sphincter resisting and then letting go, allowing him to sink deeper into her virgin ass. He reared back again, savoring the tight muscles unwillingly milking his cock, relishing the coldness that seeped from her chilled vagina. He began thrusting into her wildly, raping her tender anus in the process, making Ashleigh squeal from the pain tearing through her. He could only thrust into her ten times before spewing his hot cum into her bowels. When he tried to withdraw his cock, he had a difficult time prying himself loose from her tight muscles. He knew it must have shredded her insides for him to thrust so wildly into her.

He poked her in the shoulder blade, but she barely stirred. Obviously, the girl was worn out from her brutal fuckings, but as he looked up at the clock he realized he still had 20 minutes of detention time for her. He surely couldn’t let her out early, so he would have to find something else for her to do.

He went back to his lab to find something to keep himself entertained. He found a pair of small weights, something that he used with his class to measure mass. He grinned. Striding back towards Ashleigh, he took the metal clips off the electrical board and sank each into a nipple. She groaned in the back of her throat, but did nothing further to resist. He then began to wire the weights to her nipples. He stood back and examined his work. Her nipples were being pulled further and further from the rest of her breasts. She was moaning a bit in pain, careful not to move in case she jarred her breasts even more. He smiled with satisfaction.

He returned to her backside and slid on the gloves. “I need you to push out the cylinder,” he instructed Ashleigh as he knelt before her frigid cunt. Ashleigh groaned but did nothing. “Fine,” he sighed, “have it your way.” He brutally inserted his gloved finger into Ashleigh’s raped twat, eliciting a squeal from her. He finally found the cylinder, which was lodged snugly against her cervix, and managed to pull it out. His gloved fingers were cold, but her pussy had somehow managed to warm up the cylinder considerably. He tossed it to the floor, noting the pinkish cream that had encased it. Slipping off his gloves, he slid a finger up her cold snatch. He slowly slid another one in, and then withdrew.

He pulled her up off the desk by her bound wrists and sat her on the desk. She was wobbly and could barely keep herself upright. The sudden jarring motion caused the weights attached to her nipples to bounce and clank against one another, which caused her to yelp in pain. “Do you want to go home, Ashleigh?” Mr. Sanders asked kindly. She merely nodded.

“Well, I will let you go AFTER you fuck me on the floor. But this time I am not the one fucking you – you will be the one fucking me.” Mr. Sanders grabbed Ashleigh and lowered himself onto the floor, his cock already semi-erect. He lowered Ashleigh until she was sitting on his stomach. The jarring motion made her flinch as the weights pulled against her tender nipples. Mr. Sanders leaned back and positioned Ashleigh until she was sitting on top of his crotch, but his cock was still not inside of her.

“Now, Ashleigh, before I change my mind and tell the principal you need to come to detention next week, too.” Ashleigh’s eyes flew open and she raised her hips slightly. It was difficult for her to get his cock inside of her body, especially since it was not exceptionally hard, and so finally Mr. Sanders took pity on her and helped guide his tool into her cold cunt. The coldness almost caused him to lose whatever hard-on he had, but he was quickly able to keep it as he watched Ashleigh grunt over him, the weights clanking together with each little rise and fall of her hips, her eyes screwed tightly shut from the pain and degradation, her body covered with sweat. Her mouth was still full of her thong, which made her puffy cheeks look like she was sucking a cock. She rose and fell, gently, trying not to cause the weights to clank together. Mr. Sanders’ cock continued to get harder, until he could no longer accept her tiny moveme nts and grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting her brutally up and down on his pole, the weights clanking together and swirling madly. She yelped with each thrust, until he filled her beautiful pussy with his cum once more. He shoved her off of him and stood up. She was weeping silently, cum dribbling out of her ass and pussy.

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight!” he exclaimed, gathered his pants up from the floor. “Now, Ashleigh, have you learned your lesson?”

She merely nodded.

“You won’t be skipping my class again, will you?”

Ashleigh shook her head.

“Good girl,” he said, slipping his pants on. “Now, come with me.” He grabbed the girl, naked except for her plaid skirt that was stuck around her hips and the fishnet stockings. Thrusting her into the hall before him, he grabbed her wrists and drug her down the hallway. He pulled her into the boys’ locker room. He untied her wrists and made her kneel before a bench. He took the Saran Wrap and retied her, her hands attached to her knees, her pussy and ass spread invitingly in the air. She tried to struggle, but she couldn’t move and she had no energy left.

“I do believe the gym coach told me that you skipped his class three times this week too, Ashleigh. Tsk, tsk. He’s having football practice tonight, but I am sure that the football team will be returning shortly. I’m sure that the team will teach you the importance of coming to gym every day.”

With that, Mr. Sanders left her in the gym, naked and crying. As he gathered his things and cleared up the lab, he realized that he had forgotten to give Ashleigh her clothes. He scooped them up in a pile and trotted down to the locker room. He could hear Ashleigh’s muffled screams all the way down the hall. When he entered the locker room, he saw one football player fucking her ass while another fucked her mouth. One of them was talking about making an Ashleigh sandwich, which caused several of them to laugh wickedly. Mr. Sanders nodded at the boys, threw her clothes and boots on the floor, and whistled as he walked out of the building, Ashleigh’s muffled screams music to his ears.

FORCED FUCKERS - Shocking rape!

Author of this and other rape stories is Kacie

Corinne and Jessica were spending another weekend in the desert with their families and friends riding their four-wheeled ATV’s (or quads, as they’re commonly called) and sand cars in the dunes of South-eastern California. They had been going there since the girls were just kids. The two were in high school now, but still enjoyed riding the big dunes with their brothers and other family friends. On one particular ride, the two girls decided to go out on their own. This wasn’t their usual behaviour, but it also wasn’t an exception either. It was after lunch when they put on their riding gear, which consisted of knee-high boots, nylon riding pants, gloves and helmets. Like the seasoned riders that they were, they jumped on their quads, and blasted off over the dunes, with a large rooster tail of sand shooting from their rear paddle tires.

They raced over the hills and flats like a couple of kids playing a hyper-fast game of follow-the-leader. After about 20 minutes, Jessica suddenly came to a stop in the bottom of a large sand hole, commonly referred to as a "bowl".

"What’s up?" asked Corinne. "To much of a wimp to keep up with me" she laughed.

"Ya right" replied Jessica. "It just died….I don’t know happened" she said, stepping off her quad and removing her helmet.

"Really, what happened?"

"It just flat-out died….It was running great, then all the sudden it quit – kind of like I hit the kill switch" she explained as she fluffed her blond shoulder length hair.

"That’s never happened before, huh" remarked Corinne.

"I know, it’s weird" she said, looking over the bike for loose wires, or other signs of breakage.

"This sucks" said Corinne, as she too pulled off her helmet and gloves, and set them on the seat of her quad.

It was Winter in the desert, but even then the temperatures can easily reach 90° during the day. And this day was no exception – it was already in the high 80’s, and it was only 11:00 a.m. They had only planned on going for a short ride, so neither of the girls brought tools or water. A mistake not many people make out there.

After standing out there wondering what to do next, they heard the sounds of other quads in the distance, and they were getting closer. The sand bowl they were in was too steep, and much too soft to climb, so they waited to see if the other riders would come close enough to see them down there.

"Down here" they yelled, as the three ATV’s cleared the top, and raced along the edge of the bowl high above them.

Lucky for them, the three quads saw the stranded girls, and pulled up to see what was going on.

"Are you alright?" one of the riders asked.

"Ya, …well, no, actually Jessie’s bike broke down. Do you know how to fix these things?" asked Corinne.

"Well, let’s see what we can do" replied Mark, as he stepped off his ATV, and removed his helmet and gloves.

As he did, the other two guys did the same. Jessica smiled at Corinne as she checked out the three guys that had stopped to rescue them. Leaning over, Jessica commented.

"Pretty cute, huh?" she said with a smile.

The three guys, Brian, Mark and Greg were in their early twenties. They had also been long time dune riders, and knew their way around the desert, and were no strangers to making trail repairs. But this one soon had them all stumped.

"I’ve got no fucking idea what’s wrong!" blurted Brian, as he attempted to find the problem.

"Hey, dude, watch your mouth" said Greg.

"Oh…sorry" replied Brian. "I just….

"Don’t worry about it" Jessica quickly jumped in.

"We’re just glad you found us down here.

"Well, what do you want to do" asked Mark. "are you camped far from here?" he asked.

"I’m a little turned around right now, but I think we’re about three or four miles that way" Corinne said, pointing towards the West.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe one of us could go back to your camp, and the others can stay here and wait for you to get back with help" suggested Mark.

"Our friend Darryl brought his 4×4 pick-up. If we can get him back here, he could haul this back to camp" said Jessica, as she kicked the tire on her broken bike.

"Sounds good to me….I’ll ride back with Corinne, and you two stay here with Jessica" answered Mark.

With that, Corrine and Mark geared-up, and rode out of the bowl. As the others headed towards the area that the girls were camped, Brian and Greg grabbed a beer from their six-pack racks and sat down on the hot sand to wait for their return.

"Oh, I’m sorry…did you want a beer?" Brian asked Jessica.

"Um, ..sure" she replied.

Jessie, as her friends called her was only 17, and she wasn’t a drinker. But a cold beer was certainly better than nothing she thought.

The two guys smirked as she gave a little shiver after taking the first swallow. It was obvious that beer wasn’t part of her regular diet.

Before long the three were talking and joking like old friends. After a few more beers, they started getting a buzz. Brian had already calculated in his head how long it would take for help to get there. Knowing about how far out they were, and the time it would take for a 4×4 truck to get back and find them, he knew it would be a least two hours. The heat and beer was getting to Jessica fast. Soon she was slurring and giggling at the stupidest jokes. Brian soon started getting a little horny as he watched Jessie. Her tight tank top was getting damp with sweat, and he could see her nipples showing through the light coloured fabric.

Greg was getting an idea in his head also, and knew Brian would follow his lead. The temperature was nearing 95°, and they had no shade for relief of the sun’s blaring heat.

"Screw it" he said "I’m hot…I’m taking these off".

With that, Greg pulled off his leather boots, and started taking off his riding pants.

"Hey now!" said Jessica, "That’s not fair….I can’t do that" she said, pointing out that she wasn’t wearing shorts under her riding pants like the boys were. But she decided to remove her boots for some relief.

"That’s okay, we won’t stare" said Brian.

"Ya, we’ll be perfect gentleman" remarked Greg, as he followed Brian’s lead.

Jessica just rolled her eyes as the two guys removed their hot nylon riding pants, and moaned in relief.

As the three sat there in the heat drinking more beer, Jessica soon realized that she had to pee soon. It was getting hotter and hotter, and she was more than a little buzzed after three beers.

"Okay,….I’ve really got to pee." She said.

"Can I borrow one of your quads to ride out of here?"

"Sure, but we’ve got manual clutches on our bikes" Brain pointed out. "Do you know how to ride them?"

"Shit…..no, I don’t" she answered.

"Ah, just go over there" Greg said, pointing towards the other side of where the three quads were parked. "We won’t look" he added.

"I don’t know….can I trust you two?" she asked.

"Sure…..Trust me" Greg and Brain both said, and then laughed in unison.

"I mean it, you guys, you better not look" she said sternly, then smiled.

Jessie wasn’t normally the type to do something like this, but she was getting desperate. If she didn’t go soon, she knew she’d pee her pants. Trying to think of another option, Jessica stood there with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh crap, we won’t look" barked Brian,

"Go ahead…"

"Alright, alright,.. but don’t look" she said.

As Jessica stood up and walked towards the other side of the quads, Brian winked at Greg. The two leaned forward, and turned their heads back, trying to get a glimpse of her without her seeing them. Lucky for them, she faced away from their direction.

As they peeked under the quads and watched her squat, the two breathed out quietly as they saw her panties come into view. Her young ass was full, but tight. Her silky white panties were tight against her butt cheeks. Her sweat made them almost transparent so they could see the crack of her ass. They watched intently as she pulled them down and squatted. Greg nudged Brian as her yellow pee stream started flowing from between her legs. Just as her pee stream started to stop, Jessica stood up and started pulling up her panties.

"Fuck-it" grunted Greg, as he jumped up and started towards Jessica.

Brian didn’t need another hint. Before Jessica noticed what was going on, he too was up and running towards her.

Greg was upon her first as he tackled her with a thud. She had no idea what was happening as she landed face down in the hot desert sand.

"UGH" she grunted as she hit the sand hard. "What are you doing?" she whined.

Without saying a word, Greg stuck his arm under Jessica’s shoulder, and flipped her over onto her back. At the same time, Brian grabbed her riding pants at the ankle, and started yanking them off.

"God damn-it…what are you doing…STOP IT!" she yelled.

"Shut up Jessica" yelled Greg, as he held his hand over her mouth, stopping her from breathing for an instant. "Just fucking shut up".

"Ummmm….uuummmmm" she moaned again, trying to call for help.

"I’m goanna hold my hand here until you stop trying to scream – got it?" yelled Greg.

"Um um" she grunted, as she nodded her head as best as she could.

Jessica eyes bulged and her face was turning pale as she lacked oxygen. Finally, as Greg released his hand, she gasped for breath, and turned her face away from him.

"Next time, I’m going to hold it until you pass out" Greg warned.

"Come on, come on, lets fuck her now" Brain said in a hurried voice.

"Okay, alright….you go first, I’ll hold her" replied Greg.

"No, no, please don’t" begged Jessica. "Please, just let me gooooo"

Jessica’s plea’s fell on deaf ears, as the two guys prepared to rape her. Greg moved around and held Jessica’s arms above her head in a wrestling grip. Her head rested in his lap, and was tilted forward so that her chin was tight against her chest. So tight in fact, she couldn’t scream. Brian scurried around and got in between her legs.

"Oh ya….she looks gooood" moaned Brian, staring at pussy mound. Her silky panties were still half way down, so her light blond haired cunt was exposed for his pleasure. Then Brian reached out and grabbed her panties, and finished removing them. After he slipped them off her feet, he bunched them up in his hand, and lifted them to his face.

"Ummmmm, good pussy" he breathed, as he took in her young but womanly odour. Then Brian reached up, and cupped his hand over Jessica’s cunt and gave it a firm squeeze. Looking into her eyes, Brian said, "I’m goanna fuck your cunt Jessica…..real good"

"Come on, come on get busy", barked Greg.

"We isn’t got all fucking day".

With that, Brian guided his rock hard cock towards Jessica’s slit, and groaned,

"Here it comes, Jessie"

"Please don’t Brian…..please don’t do this" she pleaded in a struggling voice.

Brian slowly pumped his cock into Jessica’s sweaty damp slit, going deeper and deeper with each push. As he worked it in, he groaned.

"You’ve got a tight pussy, Jessie. I’m going to enjoy this" he said.

"Ugh" Jessica moaned as he forced the last couple inches of his cock into her.

"Oh ya…..oh yaaaa….you feel reeeal nice" Brian said, as he started pumping her pussy slowly, trying to enjoy every minute of the experience.

Jessica didn’t say a word as he continued fucking her like a piece of meat. She was trying her best to remove herself mentally from the situation. She figured that if she concentrated on something else, the humiliation would be lessened.

Suddenly, Greg slipped out from under her, and while still holding her arms tightly, he moved to her side. Jessica gasped as her head flopped back. Now, staring straight up into the bright sun, she couldn’t see, but was thankful that she could finally breathe easier than before.

Then without warning, Greg bent over and bit her nipple.

"OUCH, shit…stop it" she cried.

Greg looked up at Brian, and smiled, then did it again. This time he bit her other nipple, and continued biting and gnawing her tits repeatedly.

"Aw fuck, please stop it….please stop" Jessica cried out.

But Greg continued biting her tits, and then started moving about her body, biting her on her sides, her thighs and all about her chest. All the while Brian continued pumping his cock into her cunt.

"Oh God, please, please NNOOOOO" she cried, thrashing her head from side to side as Greg’s biting moved back towards her tits and nipples once again, leaving behind teeth marks as he did.

Jessica’s convulsing body started helping Brian pleasure, as her cunt muscles tightened and relaxed on his pumping shaft.

"Oh ya, keep doing that" he cheered on Greg, "Her cunt’s squeezing the cum right out me"

Jessica was experiencing pain like never before – but soon the pain was turning into a strange masochistic pleasure as he continued biting her nipples and breasts. That sensation, mixed with the stimulation between her legs was overwhelming. And soon small tingling butterfly type feelings were building deep inside her. Jessica was starting to have little orgasms as Brian fucked her pussy, and Greg continued nibbling on her breasts.

Her protesting had stopped, but the pain was still intense as the biting persisted. Her breasts jiggled each time Brian pounded his cock brutally into her young cunt.

A few minutes passed, and Brian moaned,

"I’m going to fucking cum….Oh yaaaaa"

This brought Jessica back to reality, and she began to panic. She wasn’t on the pill, and Brian was about to ejaculate his semen into her unprotected, fertile vagina.

"NOOO, AWWW NOOOO P-PLEASE don’t cum in me" she wailed.

But Brain was well beyond the point of any sympathy for the young girl. He was only interested in one thing just then, and that was cumming. As his cock twitched and pulsed inside her hot pussy, the first shot of his sperm escaped from his cock in oozing glob. Brian had tried to stop his orgasm – not for any reason other than that he wanted to extend his pleasure longer, but his body was unwilling to wait.

"Ugh ….Shit" he groaned, as he released his warm cum into her body. His steely hard cock twitched again and again, as he unloaded his spunk into Jessica’s gooey wet cunt.

She could feel his hot slimy semen seeping from her crack, and onto the warm sand beneath her ass. "Please n-nooooo" she cried. But it was too late – his male seed was already making its way towards her womb, looking for her egg to attach to.

Before Brian even slipped his cock from her soaking wet cunt, Greg was demanding his turn at the young girl.

"Hurry up…I’m fucking horny" Greg said, as he shoved on Brian’s shoulder and moved into position.

"Fuck dude, relax – you’ll get yours" he barked, as he removed his cum covered cock from Jessica’s pussy. Standing up and looking down at her body from this perspective, he really had a chance to see what Greg had done to her.

"You sure fucked her up, buddy" he said, checking out the dozens and dozens of bite marks that covered her torso, from her tits to her muscular thighs.

"Yea, but just remember how good it felt while you were screwing her little pussy while I was doing it" he reminded Brian.

"Your right….I’ll pay you back – climb on dude" he said smiling.

Jessica just sobbed as the two guys switched positions and prepared to start the assault all over again. Her body tingled and throbbed from the numerous bites inflicted on her, and her cunt still leaked the semen of the first rapists cock, with another load was soon to follow.

Greg’s cock was dripping pre-cum, he was so horny. After watched his friend pound the young girls cunt, he figured he’d cum in just a few strokes. Greg grabbed his cock at the base, and guided it towards her sopping pussy. Brian’s earlier deposit of pearly white goo glistened in the hot desert sun light as leaked from her well fucked cunt. Her pussy lips were still slightly gapping as he pushed his cock up to them, and entered her.

"Ughhhhh yaaaa" he groaned, as his seven-inch cock slipped in, balls deep into Jessica’s slimy hole. Greg watched intently as he began pumped his veined hard-on in, and out of her fuck cavity.

Grabbing her calves, and lifting and spreading her legs for better penetration, Greg mounted her higher, and began fucking her with slow deliberate strokes. Pushing in deep, then retracting all but his cock head, then back again. With every down stroke, Jessica groaned as his cock bottomed out against her cervix.

"Ooow,…. ooow,…. OOOW….ooow" she moaned, and occasionally jerked and cried out as Greg’s long cock pressed on her cervix.

As this was taking place, Brian resumed the biting and gnawing that Greg had been inflicting on her, but she was so numb, it went all but unnoticed.

Every time Greg pulled his cock outward, thin strings of Brian’s semen that had covered her mound, connected their pubic hair like tiny liquid wires, breaking as they stretched beyond their limits. Watching himself pumping Jessica, would soon be Greg’s breaking point. The sight was too much for him, the rhythmical fucking of her young tight pussy soon had him on the edge of orgasm.

"Oooohhhh fuck" he grunted, "I’m gonna cum….ughhhhh ya…"

With that, Greg wrapped his arms around Jessica waist, and jammed his cock into her cunt hard. Pushing himself deep into her, forcing her legs tight against her chest. His cock twitched once, then again, as his nuts tightened and then released a torrent of his warm sperm. Again, pumping more semen into her already cum filled cunt. Holding her tightly, his hips bucked and his ass muscles flexed as wave after wave of spunk flooded Jessica’s teenage vagina.

After he finished cumming, Greg stood up and let his deflating cock slip from her cunt. "Thanks for the pussy" he said with a smile.

The two guys then walked over to where their riding gear laid in the sand, and started getting dressed.

A single tear ran from Jessica’s eye, as she laid there naked. Her sweaty body was covered in fine sand, and several of the bite marks had already started to bruise. Luckily for her though, none of them were bad enough to bleed, or cause any lasting injury.

"You better get bet dressed, Jessie…..You don’t want to get a sun burn" Brian laughed, as he strapped on his helmet and climbed onto his quad.

"Ya, thanks for the nice piece of ass Jessica, maybe we can do it again sometime" remarked Greg.

"Fuck you!" replied Jessica, in a quite voice that neither one of the guys even heard.

Greg and Brain rode to the top of the bowl to await the

"rescue team". As they looked down and watched Jessica put on her riding pants and tank top they smiled at one another.

"You know, she didn’t deserve that" commented Brian.

"I feel kind of bad".

"Ya right, me too…..NOT!" replied Greg, as he laughed at his friends obvious sarcasm.

A moment later, they heard the sounds of the approaching truck and accompanying ATV’s. Within seconds the group came into view as they crested a nearby dune with their friend Mark leading the pack. Brian and Greg waved to Mark to get his attention, and headed off towards the North, leaving Jessica there alone for her friends to find her. As they started to roll over the edge of the bowl and take off, Greg watched Jessie as she dusted the sand from her hair, stopping briefly to flip him the middle finger.

Later that afternoon, as the three guys drove across the desert highway in their motor home, Greg and Brain laughed as they told Mark their story of the rape and torture of poor Jessica. Mark was a little pissed that he wasn’t included in their fun, but made them promise him that he’d get the first shot next time the opportunity arose.

For reasons only Jessica could answer, she decided to never tell a soul about what had happened that day. She didn’t get pregnant, and the bruises soon disappeared, but the memory would always be there.

The End

SCREAM AND CREAM - Rape those bitches and make them pregnant!

Author of this and many more great rape stories is: The Falcon

It was county sheriff’s deputy, Saundra Hollander’s first day on patrol by herself. Just the day before her trainer, experienced deputy Max Windimere, had certified her as ready to be on her own. As she rounded a corner that morning on one of the county’s rural roads she saw a car on the side of the road with a dark haired woman in the driver’s seat. Saundra brought her patrol car to a stop behind the car. She tried to radio in her location to dispatch but the radio wasn’t responding. “Oh well,” she thought. “This should just take a minute.” Getting out of the patrol car, she walked over to the other auto and asked through the open window, “Do you need any help, ma’am. Can I do anything for you?”

“You sure can,” the woman replied as she suddenly produced a gun pointed directly at Saundra. “You can step back from the car and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Knowing that she could never get to her own automatic pistol before being shot, Saundra did as she was told. The woman got out and told the deputy to turn around. She obeyed.

Saundra felt the gun being taken from her holster then her handcuffs from her belt.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Listen,” Saundra began. “You’re making a big —-!”

“Shut up bitch!” the woman commanded. “Just do as you are told.”

Silently Saundra put her hands behind her back and got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as her cuffs were snapped around her wrists.

“Well, well,” came a male voice to her side. “What have you caught yourself, babe?”

Saundra turned to look at the two men who were just stepping out of the woods and her heart practically leapt to her throat. She recognized them from the flyers she had seen. They were Nate Stoldrom and Pete Hammil, two convicted serial rapists who had recently escaped from the state penitentiary.

“Just a wandering little pig,” the woman replied. “You want me to pop her?”

“Not before I have a chance to fuck her,” Hammil put in. “This must be our lucky day. We stop to take a pee and a hot looking bitch falls right into our laps.”

“Listen,” Saundra said. “I’ve radioed my position and, if I don’t check in soon they will send other patrol units looking for me. You’re in enough trouble already. If you —-.”

SMACK! Stoldrom backhanded her sending her sprawling in the dirt. She was momentarily dazed and tasted blood in her mouth as he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her back up to her feet. “Keep your fucking mouth shut!” He reached down and unbuckled her gun belt tossing it aside.

“Yeah!” chimed in Hammil. “Yank down her pants and get her down on her back!”

“Not yet,” Nate replied. “She might be telling the truth. There might be others on the way soon. We’ll take her with us.”

“Why?” asked the woman. “You got Sharon and me, why do you need her? Let’s just pop her and get out of here.”

“Careful, Betty,” he warned. “You know what happens whenever you get out of line. We tell YOU when and who to fuck, NOT the other way around. Maybe you need a little reminder!”

The woman’s demeanor changed immediately. “I didn’t mean that, Baby. You know I know better than that.”

“That’s better,” he told her. “Besides, if you and Sharon are real good little girls, I might let you have some fun with her yourselves.”

Betty walked over and gave Saundra’s cheek a stroke, “Might be fun at that.”

With that Saundra was shoved into the back seat of the car and Pete, after retrieving the shotgun from her patrol car, got in beside her. Nate got in the passenger seat and Betty retook her position behind the wheel and they pulled away.

“Looks like you got a nice set of tits,” Pete told her as he began unbuttoning her uniform shirt. She said nothing and soon it was completely open. The man pulled it back over her shoulders revealing her lacy white bra. She hadn’t bothered to put on a Kevlar vest.

“That’s a nice looking necklace she has on,” Betty said after glancing through the rear view mirror. “I want it.”

Immediately Pete removed it from her throat and handed it to Betty. It had been a gift from her parents upon her graduation from the academy.

Pete brought forth a knife and, in spite of her attempt to hide her fear from her captors, Saundra shuddered. The man chuckled. He then used it to cut away the bra, leaving her large, exquisite breasts exposed. He took hold of one of her dark brown nipples and pinched it slightly remarking, “Get a load of these jugs!”

“Nice!” remarked Nate from the front seat.

“I’ve seen better,” Betty said with some irritation.

“Like hell you have,” Nate responded. “Not on you anyway, that’s for sure.”

Betty just glared at their captive in the mirror.
“Let’s see what her bush looks like,” Pete said as he moved his hand down to her uniform trousers. Reflexively Saundra clamped her legs together and bent forward but Pete grabbed her by the hair and jerked her back up. Then he put the knife in front of her face and said, “You be a good girl and behave yourself or I’ll cut on you. I don’t mind if you’re bleeding while I fuck you.”

“Better listen to him,” Nate grinned. “Last bitch he did had to have nearly a hundred stitches to put her face back together!”

“Go ahead and cut the bitch!” Betty chimed.

Saundra relaxed her legs and remained upright in the seat. Pete unbuttoned and unzipped her pants then ordered her to rise up a bit so that he could pull them down. After she had complied he cut away her panties exposing her femininity for all eyes. She fought the urge to try to close her legs as Pete’s hand went to her thigh. “Man!” he exclaimed. “Take a look at that bush!”

“One of the nicest I’ve ever seen,” Nate agreed.

Saundra turned her head away in silent humiliation.

“Hey bitch!” Nate snapped at her. “We just gave you a compliment. “Let’s hear some gratitude!”

She remained silent.

THUD! Pete punched her in the stomach with his fist, “Say thank you, whore!”

Doubled over in pain Saundra finally managed to gasp out “Th-thank -’you.”

“In the pen we had to call the guards, sir,” Nate told her. “You can call us that now. Let’s hear that apology again.”

“Thank you Sir,” she murmured obediently.

Suddenly Pete moved his hand down between her legs. Then one of his fingers was inside her, then another. Finally he had three fingers inside her cunt probing and exploring.

“She aren’t no virgin,” he remarked to her deep embarrassment. “She’s been done before.”

“Someone doing you now?” Nate asked her.

“No Sir,” she replied sullenly.

“We took your purse from the cop car,” he reminded her. “If I go through it and find a picture of some guy and think you’re lying I’ll knock your teeth in.”
“A-all right Sir,” she admitted. “Yes, I have a boyfriend.”

“He a cop too?”

“Yes Sir.”

Pete suddenly took out his fingers and held them up in front of her ordering, “Suck them clean.”

‘God!’ she thought to herself. ‘How much worse can this get?’ Silently though, she lowered her face and took his fingers in her mouth, tasting her own sex for the first time.

When she was finished Pete asked Nate, “I know we’re not going to rape her until we get her back to the cabin but can I make her suck my cock while we drive? I’ve never had my cock sucked by a cop bitch before.”

“Yes you have,” the other man replied. “Don’t you remember? You made that bitch guard do it just before you did her then popped her with her own gun when we broke out.”

“Fucking joint guards don’t count,” he answered. “That’s not a real cop.”

“Why not?” Nate finally said. “Might be fun to watch.”

“Shit hot!” Pete exclaimed unzipping his pants and taking out his balls and cock. Then to Saundra, “Okay, bitch, you heard him. Get started.”

Fighting back the urge to retch, Saundra managed to twist and turn so that, in spite of her cuffed wrists and the trousers and panties around her ankles, she managed to get on her knees on the floor in front of Pete. He wasted no time in shoving his stiff member into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. Then he grabbed her long, blond hair in both his fists and used them as reins to control his riding of her face. At first she thought she might suffocate since every time his penis went all the way to the back of her throat it completely shut off her air. After a few thrusts, however, she learned to suck in air whenever he pulled back away.

“Oh yeah!” Pete cried out as he raped her face. “Oh fucking God yeah!”

“She looks like one really hot little cock sucker!” Pete exclaimed.

“Damned show off bitch!” Betty mumbled under her breath.

Finally Pete reached his peak and, just as he started to ejaculate, he withdrew and held Saundra’s face in front of him as he squirted his cum all over her eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, hair, and breasts.

“God what a pig!” Betty remarked. “Dumb cunt can’t even suck cock without getting it all over her!”

Slumping forward, Saundra did the one thing she had prayed she wouldn’t do, the one thing which she knew would make her look even more helpless and humiliated than she already was. She began to cry!

After driving for some time the car finally came to a stop at the end of the dirt road. Saundra was hauled out without her trousers and panties being pulled up making walking with them still down around her ankles extremely awkward, adding to her humiliation as did the fact that Pete led her by clenching her left breast in a vice-like grip. Several times she stumbled on the narrow footpath and, in addition to being hauled painfully back up each time by the imprisoned breast, she was slapped and told, “Keep up bitch!”

“Clumsy slut!” Betty snapped at her each time. Saundra was convinced that these people into whose hands she had fallen were not going to be content with raping and punishing her, they also intended to subject her to as much humiliation and degradation as possible. She just prayed she could somehow keep them from killing her as well!

Finally she came to an EXTREMELY remote cabin in a heavily wooded area. Once inside, she found five other people. Two were men, a muscular black man sitting on a couch and a Hispanic in a chair. The other three were women. One was a fully dressed redhead on the couch beside the black man. The other two were completely naked, a young brunette who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties and an older woman with the same hair color. Saundra guessed her to be in her mid forties. She was, however, slender and attractive nonetheless. The girl was down on her knees with her face buried in the black man’s crotch. The older woman was sitting on the lap of the Latino with his cock in her hand caressing and stroking it.

“What the hell is this?” the black man asked as Saundra was placed in the center of the room and told to stand still and keep quiet.

“Your turn first,” Pete replied.

“Oh these two?” the other man asked. “Jose caught them yesterday afternoon. Mother and daughter. They live in a farm down in the valley. He came across them when checking the house for food. Thought no one was home. After popping their old man, he screwed each of them there, made them load all their canned food and some jugs of water in the back of the old man’s pickup and brought them back with him for us to party with. Used them for pack mules, making them carry the stuff through the woods when the road ran out.

“Shit hot! Looks like it didn’t take you long to teach them their manners.”

The black man smiled. “That’s the beauty of doing mother / daughter bitches. All you got to do to keep each in line is threaten the other one. So tell me about your little catch. How’d you bag a cop?”

“She fell right into our laps,” Nate replied. “Walked up to the car while Pete and I were out in the woods taking a piss. Betty got the drop on her before the bitch knew what was going on.”

“Good girl,” the black man said to Betty.

“Thanks Frank,” she replied. “Um —- Nate said that Susan and I might get to play with this bitch some. Can we have the other two once in awhile too?”

“We’ll see,” he replied. “For right now, you two go get some lunch started.”

Wordlessly the two women disappeared into the kitchen. It was apparent to Saundra that, though Betty and Susan were with the men (probably all four escaped convicts and rapists) voluntarily, they still did what they were told.

“What’s your name, cop?” Frank asked.

“Saundra Sir,” she replied, assuming that he required the same protocol of respect as did Nate and Pete.

At the sound of Saundra’s voice, the girl sucking Frank’s cock turned her face in order to look at the new captive.

WHAP! Frank slapped her and shouted, “Who the fuck told you to stop? Get that mouth back down there before I knock in the teeth of that bitch mother of yours!”

Instantly the girl returned to her task.

“Well, Saundra,” Frank went on. “Let me explain how things are. Unless you know just where to look, this place is impossible to find so we plan to hold up in it until the heat is off and it is safe for us to move on. That could take quite awhile which means you’re going to be here for awhile. Just so you know exactly what your place is, you and these two whores are fuck meat for the four of us. Betty and Susan are here because they want to be, though they can’t say no either. Anybody who wants to fuck you gets to whenever and however he wants to. The girls get to play with you too if we say they can. You do WHAT you are told, WHEN you are told and NOTHING else. You eat, sleep, drink, shit, pee, and fuck when we say. You get to go on living only so long as we let you and the only thing we like nearly as well as fucking sluts is popping cops. You got all that?”

“Y-yes Sir!” Saundra stammered.

“Hey Jose,” he called out. “Can you spare your bitch a minute? You can have this one as soon as I cum.”

“Yeah,” the Latino replied. “I guess so.”

He shoved the mother off his lap and Frank said to her, “Take this bitch and wash that dried cum off her then finish getting her clothes off and bring her back.”

“Yes Sir,” she murmured. Then to Saundra, “This way.”

Once the two of them were alone in the small bathroom, Saundra asked, “What’s your name?”

“SHHHHH!” she said as she put her finger to her lips. Then in a very soft whisper, “We aren’t permitted to speak unless they tell us to or ask us a question, and NEVER to each other! To answer your question, my name is Elise. My daughter is Lori. Are you really a police officer?”

“Yes,” Saundra answered. “A deputy sheriff.” She hung her head, “Though, rig ht now I don’t feel like a very good one.”

“These men are monsters!” Elise went on as she pulled off Saundra’s boots and socks then her trousers and panties, tore her uniform shirt away from her still cuffed wrists, and began washing Pete’s cum from her body. “And the two women with them aren’t much better, at least the one called Susan isn’t. This is the first I’ve seen of the other one. What are we going to do?”

“There is only one thing we can do,” Saundra replied. “Whatever they want us to do! Our only hope is to keep them satisfied enough for them to want to keep us alive until help gets to us.”

“And if it never does?”

“I don’t know.”

The two women said no more until Elise was finished cleaning the younger woman. Then she said, “I have to take you back out there now.”

“What will they do to me?” Saundra asked. “What did they do when they first brought you here?”

“They will probably want to start raping you right away,” she replied with an apologetic tone. “If they put you in a bedroom that is DEFINITELY what they have in mind. I don’t know about the two who brought you here but the other two are MEAN! They like hurting and punishing you as much as they like the sex. Then there is Susan. If they let her have you, for God’s sake, don’t do ANYTHING to annoy her!”

Saundra said nothing in reply and meekly followed Elise back into the living room and whatever terrible fate awaited her!

Sure enough, Saundra was taken to a bedroom and placed upon a bed containing nothing but a bare mattress. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her handcuffs were removed but a chain was locked around her throat with a padlock and the other end locked to the head of the bed. After a few minutes, Nate entered the room. He walked over to the bed and looked down at her. Saundra hardly dared move or make a sound.

“Nothing I hate more than cops,” he told her as he removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants. “Good thing you got a slit between your legs rather than balls or I’d have popped you back there where we found you.” He removed the pants and stood there wearing only his underwear. “Get me hard.”

Getting up onto her knees, Saundra reached for his jockey shorts but he shouted at her, “No hands! Use your mouth. Do it right through the shorts.”

Obediently she took him in her mouth and began sucking through the fabric. The shorts tasted of dried sweat and urine. He probably hadn’t changed underwear or bathed in days.

“How the fuck did you get to be a cop?” he asked rhetorically. “Goddamned bitches are for getting fucked and sucking cock, shouldn’t be allowed to do anything else. Bet you think you are as good as a man. Well, you sure as fuck don’t look like it right now. Think you are big and important with that badge and gun, don’t you?”

For a brief moment Saundra thought of biting. She could hurt him, hurt him badly! It would be a way of striking back for what they had done to her so far and what they planned to do to her.

But then what? She was unarmed, naked, and chained to a bed. An impulsive, momentary action like that would most assuredly lead to more suffering than she could imagine followed by her death! Silently, HUMBLY, she just kept sucking the instrument of her imminent rape through the filthy shorts.

“Well, you look pretty unimportant right now. Bet that cop boyfriend of yours has to ASK you whenever he wants between your legs,” he went on. “Bet he has to buy you food, give you flowers, all that bullshit, then BEG you to let him rape you!”

Saundra could feel him growing hard and stiff inside the shorts, a combination of her sucking and his own anti female tirade.

“Well, I don’t beg bitches, they beg ME! Know what they beg me for?” This time when she didn’t answer he seized her by the hair, yanked her off his shorts, now wet with her saliva, and cracked her so hard across her face that her eyes blurred and yelled, “I asked you a fucking question, you dumb hairy slit! ANSWER ME!”

“N-no Sir,” she stammered as she felt her burning cheek beginning to swell. “Wh-what do they beg you f-for?”

“They beg me not to hurt them, then not to fuck them,” he replied. “I laugh at them. Fucking dumb cunts! Fucking them is why I’m there and hurting them is half the fun. How fucking stupid can they be?.” He had started massaging his crotch. “Then they beg me to fuck them cause I tell them to, I MAKE them. That’s what I want you to do. Start begging me to fuck you.”

She had had courses in rape and rapists at the academy but had never dreamed what it was like to be in the situation herself. It was bad enough that he was going to do it to her and that she was powerless to stop him, that the most private and feminine part of her was going to be violated and used at HIS whim, not her own, but now he was telling her to BEG him to do it! Refuse, she told herself! Let him do what he would! Let him kill her if he chose to. Resist! Do the courageous thing! Save one last shred of self respect. Put honor and self worth above self preservation!

WHAP!

He slapped her again and told her, “I said BEG!”

P-please Sir,” she began, hating herself for her own cowardice. “P-please do it.”

WHAP!

Another slap. “Please WHAT? What do you want me to do, cunt?”

“P-p-please have s-sex with m-m-me Sir.”

WHAP!

That one made her ears ring.

“Please rape me!” he dictated to her. “SAY IT!”

“Pl—please f-f-fuck m-me S-Sir.”

He let go of her and, with a smile of satisfaction on his face, told her, “Get on your back and spread your legs, cop.”

She did as she had been told as he peeled off the shorts and got on the bed, kneeling between her open thighs, his hard-on VERY apparent. Reaching down, he roughly jammed two fingers deep into her cunt. It hurt something awful and she groaned.

WHAP!

Another slap. “Keep fucking quiet!”

‘God!’ she thought quietly to herself. ‘Why does he have to keep hitting me? I’m doing everything he’s telling me to. Why does the lowlife bastard have to keep hitting me?’

“You’re dry,” he told her flatly. “I don’t want to burn my cock on a dry cunt. Get yourself wet.”

What sick irony! He was commanding her to lubricate herself in order to keep from causing HIM discomfort!

Obligingly, she reached down and tried playing with herself. It was no use, however. There was no desire in her and her reproductive juices simply would not flow.

“I’m not going to wait all day,” he warned her. “Either you get wet in the next minute or two or I get a knife and cut you somewhere and smear the blood around inside.”

She was starting to panic. What could she do? Finally she put her fingers to her mouth and spit on them then she spread the spittle around inside herself. After Saundra had repeated this a few times, Nate shoved his own fingers in again and, satisfied that his victim was now sufficiently lubricated, he pulled them out and replaced it with his invading cock. He thrust at her savagely and Saundra had to bite her lip in order to keep from crying out. Lowering the full weight of his body onto her, he sunk his teeth into one of her breasts, drawing a small bit of blood, as he twisted, squeezed, pinched, and otherwise mauled her other womanly mound. Once, he ordered her to open her mouth and, after she had complied, he crushed her delicate lips beneath his cruel mouth, his tongue snaking inside. She could taste his foul, alcohol laced, breath and prayed she didn’t gag since that would probably earn her more blows to the face or elsewhere.

Nate pounded Saundra unmercifully. Every thrust was not only an act of sexual hunger but a conscious attempt to punish and hurt. His balls slapped against her as he pummeled her groin, battering the tender flesh of her pelvic area. Through it all, she just lay there with her eyes shut, enduring the buffeting punishment to both the inside and outside of her body passively since there was nothing else she could do.

Finally the rapist atop her gave his last, most powerful, copulating thrusts and, with a low grunt, pumped his hot seed deep within her. Lord, she hoped he hadn’t gotten her pregnant!

After lying slack on her for a moment, Nate put his large hand ar ound the throat of the woman he had just raped, tightened his grip slightly, just enough to alarm her, and asked, “Know what else bitches beg me for —- after I do them?”

“Please don’t kill me Sir,” she said quietly without having to be told. “Please don’t kill me.”

“I could, you know?” he said sadistically, enjoying this new fear he saw in her eyes and heard in her voice nearly as much as he had enjoyed raping her. “I could just squeeze a little tighter and, in a few seconds, you’d be one dead cop bitch!”

‘Yes, but before I died you’d have your eyes gouged out!’ she thought silently. Aloud, though, she murmured, “Please don’t Sir!”

There was a long interlude during which his eyes bore down into hers and held them captive. Her very life literally lay in the hand of this sadistic monster. Would he terminate it or let her live a bit longer? The decision was COMPLETELY his! She had absolutely NO say in the matter and they both knew it!

Finally he took away the hand and got up as Saundra breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“That wasn’t bad,” he told her as he dressed. “If all cop bitches are that good, I’ll have to do more of them.” He headed for the door and told her, “Better try to get some rest. Pete’s coming in a little while and he’s not as easy on bitches as I am.”

Saundra rolled over onto her side away from the door, curled up into a fetal position, and began to sob.

“Stop your damned blubbering and gat back over on your back,” came a male voice from behind her. Rolling back over she saw Pete standing there as she choked back her sobs. Reaching into his pocket he brought forth his knife. And asked, “You ready to play, cop?”

‘God!’ Saundra thought to herself. ‘Why does he have the knife? He must know I’ll do whatever he wants without it!’

The man sat down on the side of the bed and lowered the knife blade to her stomach. Saundra shivered and he chuckled. He moved it up slowly, letting its tip glide lightly along her skin. She stared at it frozen in terror. Finally he placed it against her lips and told her, “Kiss it.”

Obediently Saundra pressed her lips to the razor sharp blade.

“Open,” Pete commanded. Saundra obediently parted her now quivering lips and he let blade slide inside and rest against her tongue. His naked prisoner whimpered.

“Always wanted to have me a fucking cop like this,” he told her. “Makes it even better that you’re a cunt. Maybe I’ll cut your tongue out just for fun. That way you could never talk back to a man ever again.”

Saundra whimpered again and shook her head in a silent plea. Pete took the knife out of her mouth and moved in to her left breast. “Or maybe I’ll carve my initials here, just as a permanent reminder of our little party here.”

“P-please don’t Sir!” she whispered hoarsely.

“Beg some more,” he told her. “I like hearing bitches beg. When it’s a COP bitch doing it, it’s like music to my ears.”

Saundra lay totally still, making not a sound.

Pete applied just a little pressure pricking her tender flesh slightly and drawing a single drop of blood, “I SAID BEG!”

“Please Sir!” she said dutifully. “Please don’t cut me! Please fuck me instead. I’ll make it very good for you if you fuck me instead, REALLY I will! PLEASE don’t cut me Sir!”

He took the knife away and told her, “Get up on all fours.”

Instantly she obeyed.

“You ever had it up the ass?” he asked as he climbed up on the bed behind her.

“N-no Sir,” she stammered.

The man got on his knees and lowered his pants. Then he put the knife down, grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart then shoved the head of his cock into her tight asshole. Picking the knife up again, he grabbed her by the hair, bent her head back, placed the blade to her throat, and said, “This had better be the best ass ride I’ve ever had or you’re one dead bitch! And I had BETTER hear you telling me how much you love it OFTEN!”

With that, he RAMMED into her and began pounding her like a jackhammer. Acutely aware of the knife at her throat, Saundra stifled the urge to cry out with the pain her poor, torn shit chute was being subjected to and prayed her rapist’s hand didn’t slip!

“Oh God!” she exclaimed for his benefit. “It feels so good Sir! SOLO GOOD!”

His balls slapped repeatedly against her ass as he raped her. Inside it felt as if she were being scraped with sandpaper.

He slapped her ass and asked, “You like that, whore?”

“Yes Sir!” she lied. “Please do it more Sir!”

He obliged, smacking her over and over again until the outside of her posterior was soon in as much pain as was the inside.

“This is the best Sir!” she kept saying. “I LOVE IT! Oh GOD SIR!”

Reaching around with his non knife hand he grabbed one of her breasts and clenched it something awful. It hurt almost as bad as the ass raping did but she told him, “More Sir! Please more!”

He pulled on the breast, stretching it and causing her such pain that she thought she might faint.

“Yes Sir!” she kept up the charade. “OH YES!!!!!”

Finally Pete achieved his zenith and pumped his hot cum deep into her rectum. Then he slumped atop her breathing heavily. Saundra remained completely still, hardly daring to breath. The knife was still at her throat. Would he use it after all? Would that be the ultimate thrill for him, to rape her and make her praise him for doing it then cut her throat after all? Would he? WOULD HE?

Finally, however, he took away the knife, shoved her down on her stomach, pulled up his pants and growled, “Lying fucking cop bitch!” As he left the room, the woman he had just raped just lay there with cum and blood oozing out of her tortured asshole.

After a few minutes the door opened again. Saundra looked up. Standing there was the woman named Susan. She had a bag in her hand.

“Well, well,” she remarked. “Aren’t you a delicious looking thing? Roll over so the fun can begin.” As Saundra obeyed the woman reached into the bag and brought fourth a riding crop and a pair of nipple clamps. “Take hold of those pretty boobs, sweetheart, and stick them up here.”

With great apprehension, Saundra took a breast in each hand and pushed them upward. Susan took a clamp in each hand and started lowering them toward her nipples.

“Please don’t!” she pleaded.

“I don’t remember asking you a question or telling you to say something,” Susan remarked as she attached the clamps to Saundra’s nipples and began tightening them down. “And when I do, I want to hear the word ‘ma’am’. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Saundra replied.

Susan tightened down the clamps and her victim grimaced with pain. They were tightened another turn and Saundra whimpered then said, “God they hurt, ma’am! PLEASE take them off!”

Without warning, Susan picked up the riding crop and brought it down savagely across Saundra’s tortured breasts. The latter woman shrieked in pain.

“You really do have to learn the rules,” Susan told Saundra as if lecturing a child. “NO TALKING UNLESS SOMEONE SPEAKS TO YOU FIRST! Now get your hands away from your tits. I don’t want you trying to loosen my little toys.”

Obediently Saundra put her hands down to her sides. Her nipples were now throbbing.

“Scoot over,” she was told. She obeyed and Susan sat down on the bed beside her. She placed a hand on Saundra’s pussy and, without thinking, Saundra tried to turn away.

SMACK!

Her left thigh was thrashed with the crop!

“Naughty, naughty,” Susan chided her as she tightened the nipple clamps down yet another turn. Saundra moaned. The hand went back to the pussy. This time Saundra forced herself to remain still.

“That’s better,” Susan went on. “Have you ever done it with another woman?”

“N-no ma’am,”

“Wonderful,” Susan remarked. “A virgin. Well, I’m about to break you in. I’ll tell you what to do. Anytime you don’t perform as well as I think you should you get this (she touched Saundra’s cheek with the crop) or I tighten these some more (she touched one of the clamps). Are you following me?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“Good. We will start with a little kiss. Sit up here and give me a good, passionate lover’s kiss.”

Saundra sat up and torched her lips to Susan’s.

SMACK!

The crop planted its fiery kiss across her bare back. She squealed and jumped a bit.

“I said KISS me!” Susan shouted at her. “That was about as passionate as my sister would give me!” She shoved Saundra back down onto her back and tightened the clamps even more.

“AAAHHH!” her naked captive groaned.

“Try again,” Susan commanded.

Saundra sat back up and took the other woman in her arms. Then she put her mouth back to hers, her lips parted. Susan put her tongue in Saundra’s mouth and ravished it for several long seconds while enjoying the latter’s caressing and embracing. When finally she took her mouth from Saundra’s she said, “There now, isn’t it much better when you are being a good girl and trying your best?”

“Yes ma’am,” she replied dutifully.

“Now,” Susan went on raising the sweater she was wearing beneath which she had on no bra. “I’d like my tits sucked. Love up both of them very nicely. Fill your mouth and really suck and lick. Get my nipples good and hard.”

Wordlessly the captive policewoman did as she was told taking each breast in turn into her mouth and ministering to it intently. All the while Susan stroked her head and back saying things like, “That’s it, sweetheart, keep working those nice and lips and tongue.” And “Pretend you are a baby at your mother’s breasts.”

Finally, Susan pulled Saundra off her chest and lay down on the bed on her back lifting her dress to reveal no panties underneath and said, “Good girl. You’ve gotten my pussy nice and wet. Now get your face down between my legs and show me just what a good little pussy licker you can be. Do your best or you know what will happen.”

Feeling a wave of nausea Saundra lowered her mouth to Susan’s sopping muff and began performing the required service. She had never tasted female juices before and found it quite revolting — NOT, however, as revolting as another tightening of the clamps on her aching nipples or another searing blow from the crop! She lapped and sucked with a fervor, burying her face as deeply into the other woman’s crotch. She chewed softly at Susan’s clit while using her hands to further stimulate her breasts.

It wasn’t long before the woman beneath her exploded in thunderous climax. When she had gotten up and straightened her clothing she FINALLY removed the clamps. The pain caused Saundra when the blood rushed back into her newly released nipples was almost as bad as the clamps, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

“You didn’t do too bad,” Susan told her. “Next time, though, I’ll expect you to know what to do without having to be told.” She then left the room leaving Saundra on the bed, the pain in her throbbing nipples and where she had been struck with the crop now combined to that caused by the slapping, cunt raping, and ass fucking to which she had already been subjected.

It was a few minutes later when Jose, the Hispanic walked into the room. “Off the bed, bitch,” he commanded. “Down on the floor on your knees.” The chain around Saundra’s neck was long enough to permit her to get out of the bed and walk around but not long enough for her to reach the door. Instantly she obeyed. Once she was kneeling by the bed the man took out his cock and ordered, “Open up, and you had swallow every drop.”

‘Gladly!’ she thought to herself. At least sucking cock didn’t hurt like being raped did and was, for some reason, less demeaning to her than being forced to suck the breasts and lick the vagina of another woman. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over his manhood. Before she could begin sucking, though, she received a SHOCKING surprise. Warm, golden urine began flowing into her mouth and down her throat. He was PEEING in her! She tried to pull away from him but he seized a handful of her hair and anchored her face in place yelling, “I said SWALLOW bitch!”

Hoping she didn’t vomit, Saundra began gulping down the disgusting liquid. The horror lasted until he had completely emptied his bladder into her stomach then he pulled out and shook the last few drops off the head of his dick into her face. Noticing some drops which had run out of the corners of her mouth, ending up on the floor, he pointed at them and commanded, “Lick them up cop.”

Obediently Sau ndra got down on all fours and licked his piss from the floor —– along with generous amounts of dirt and grime.

Jose sat down on the side of the bed, Jose took off his shoes and socks. His feet stank something awful! “Clean them,” he commanded. Saundra stared at the filthy, grime dirtied feet and hesitated.

WHAP!

Jose kicked her in her left breast! She grabbed it and doubled over in pain.

“I don’t mean day after tomorrow, cunt!” he bellowed.

Her breast throbbing she raised her mouth to his foot. He made her lick every inch of both feet including the soles and in between his toes. She had to suck each toe, with their dirt blackened nails, individually. It was all she could do to keep from heaving up the piss she had just drank but she was certain that if she did so things would get even worse for her. When at last she was done she leaned back on her haunches and awaited her next command.

“Now,” he said. “You can suck me.”

Obediently she took him into her mouth again and began licking and sucking. He ordered her to stroke and fondle his hairy balls with her hands which, of course, she did. When he came she dutifully swallowed. He said nothing to her as he stood and zipped his pants and put his shoes and socks back on then, just for the fun of it, he kicked her in the other breast, this time with his shoes on. He then walked out leaving the woman hunched up on the floor moaning in agony.

“Up on the bed you lazy cunt!” came a harsh female voice. Looking up, Saundra saw Betty standing there. She had some lengths of rope and a wide belt in her hands. She looked MEAN! Saundra obeyed and, to her alarm, Betty tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, securing her in an open, spread eagle position.

“You fucking whore!” the woman nearly spat at her. “You think you can come in here and try to replace Susan and I?”

“What?” Saundra asked then quickly added, “ma’am!”

“You know what I mean,” the other woman went on. “Or you soon will.”

The naked, bound woman just looked at her in confusion.

“Oh you think you have this now,” Betty went on. “Being fucked and slapped around, made to suck cock and having your ass reamed. After awhile, though, it begins to get hold of you. You begin to get used to it, then actually like it. Finally you can’t do without it.”

‘This woman is CRAZY!’ Saundra thought in silence.

But then Betty said, “I ought to know. It happened to me.”

“You were raped, ma’am?” Saundra asked in astonishment.

Betty nodded, “Repeatedly. Susan and I both. We were two of the women Frank was convicted of raping in the first place. We are sisters and he broke into the apartment we shared and held us captive. For three days he fucked us every way imaginable and beat the shit out of us both. While it was happening I thought I was in hell. In the weeks that followed I hated him with all my heart. As months passed, though, I began to play it back in my mind. It got me hot. I began to wish it would happen again. Susan felt the same way. When we heard that he had escaped, we got word to him. He told us he would come get us if we wanted but, if he did, we were his fuck toys and we couldn’t complain about anything. That was just how we wanted it. We have been having our brains fucked out by him and the other three. —– UNTIL you and the other two sluts showed up!”

“Please, ma’am,” Saundra pleaded. “I didn’t choose to be here! Neither did the mother and daughter from the farmhouse!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Betty retorted. “There’s still the chance that the men may come to like you three better than us —- ESPECIALLY after you start liking it! —- then what do you think will happen to us?”

“Ma’am I —-!”

“SHUT UP!” Betty shouted. Then she said, “I’m going to show you what I am going to do to you after each and every time Frank fucks you.” With that she raised the belt and brought it down across Saundra’s already tortured breasts. Thirty minutes later, when the bound woman’s screams and writhing had been reduced to weak sobs and trembling and her body was crisscrossed with angry red welts, Betty finally stopped whipping her. Before leaving she straddled Saundra’s tear stained face and made her lick her to orgasm even as she continued to cry!

Part II

Saundra was repeatedly raped and forced to suck cock or lick cunt throughout the remainder of the day and evening. Jose even peed down her throat a few more times. He seemed to get quite a sadistic charge out of making her gulp down his urine. It wasn’t until the early morning when her tormentors stopped coming into the room and she was able to drift off to a nightmare filled sleep.

WHAP! She was suddenly and painfully awakened by being backhanded across the mouth!

“Over on your back, whore,” ordered Pete. He was holding Saundra’s handcuffs. “Roll over and put your hands behind you.”

She obeyed and her wrists were once again secured behind her back. The man unlocked the chain from around her throat and hauled her to her feet. She was then taken into the living room where she saw everyone else assembled. The naked captive mother and daughter were standing there with their wrists secured behind them also with rope.

“Take the bitches down to the creek,” Joe told Susan. “Let them pee, wash, and drink them use them to carry the water back up.”

“But it’s cold out there,” the woman complained.

“You’ve got a jacket on.”

“Why me and Betty all the time? Why don’t you guys do some of the work around here?”

Without warning Joe hauled off and punched her in the stomach. She groaned in pain and doubled over gasping for air.

“Because you were told to!” the man growled as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright again. “Now are you through talking back to me or would you like to lose some teeth?”

“No, Baby!” she replied. “I’m sorry! Really I am! I don’t know what came over me, honest I don’t! You guys call all the shots! It won’t happen again! I promise!”

He let go of her and said, “Then move your ass.”

She went and got six large plastic water jugs tied together in pairs by rope then hung a pair over the neck of each naked woman then she opened the door and motioned for them to start moving. It was a nippy morning for someone with clothes and a jacket on like Susan but for the three captive the cold was downright painful. Saundra gasped in shock as did Elise and Lori. In addition walking over the rough ground barefoot was no picnic but finally they made it down the side of the hill to the fast flowing creek. Susan took the water jugs from around their necks and ordered, “Pee, it’s the only chance you’ll get.”

All three women started looking around and Susan said, “You do it right here where you are standing up.”

“M-ma’am,” Lori put in timidly. “I-I have to — to —- um — do the other kind too.”

“Then do it,” she replied. “BUT HURRY UP!”

It is hard enough for a woman to pee in front of someone else but being made to do it like this was MORTIFYING! Saundra finally was able to get the flow started then stood there more embarrassed than she had ever been before as the warm liquid sprayed out onto the ground and ran down the insides of her bare legs. The other two did the same and Lori managed to do her “other kind”, the shit landing at her feet with sickening plops. Saundra was relieved when it was finally over. Little did she know it was about to get worse!

“Ok cop,” Susan said to her. “You get the honors. Clean the other two off.”

“How, ma’am?” she asked. “My hands are cuffed.”

“You don’t need hands, you’ve got a tongue.”

Saundra stared at her in disbelief. Surely she couldn’t really —!

“NOW!” Susan barked.

Wordlessly, Saundra walked over and knelt in front of Elise. Then she dutifully began licking the pee from the insides of the other woman’s legs. When she was through, she did the same for her daughter. The girl seemed as humiliated by the experience as was she. Finally she was done and started to get up but Susan shook her head. “Turn around, girl,” she commanded. Lori obeyed and Susan told Saundra, “Now do the backside.”

The deputy’s stomach churned. She had been forced to drink male piss and had just licked up female piss. Now she was being told to lick shit!

SMACK!

Susan lashed her across the back with a tree branch and shouted, “Get started bitch!”

Fighting hard not to retch, she buried her face in Lori’s shit stained ass!

Saundra completed the disgusting task without gagging but only barely and she doubted if she would ever be able to get the taste out of her mouth.

“Okay bitches,” Susan said. Into the water, it’s bath time.”

The three women looked at the swiftly flowing creek hesitantly. As cold as the air was on their bare flesh the water must be absolutely frigid.

“Hurry the fuck up!” their keeper of the moment shouted. “Before I shove you in!”

Timidly all three walked to the creek bank and put in a toe. GOD but was it cold! Saundra gasped and both Elise and Lori let out little squeals of discomfort.

“Keep moving,” Susan prodded them as she took the water jugs to the bank and started filling them. “All the way up to your necks, and be careful you don’t fall. Without the use of your hands you probably wouldn’t be able to get back up against the current and I’m sure as hell not wading in there after you.”

Obediently her three victims continued walking into deeper and deeper water until all that remained above the water were their heads. Saundra was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth were chattering.

“Better take a drink while you can,” Susan advised. “We’re sure not going to waste any of our water supply in the cabin on you and you’ll only be brought down here once a day.”

Though they despised its author, all three women silently found that to be sound advice so each put her mouth down into the water and gulped down as much as she could. Saundra welcomed the chance to cleanse her mouth of the horrid taste in it.

“P-p-p-l-lease m-m-ma’m,” Lori stammered through chattering teeth. “M-m-may w-we –g-get –o-o-out n-now?”

“I suppose,” she replied. “You and your bitch mother.” She directed her next comment at Saundra, “You stay, cop. Try to get out before I say and I’ll drown your worthless ass.”

The woman and her daughter quickly scampered from the water and stood on the bank shivering. Susan hung a pair of the now full (and MUCH heavier!) jugs around each of their necks and told them, “Get these back up to the cabin and tell them the cop will be up in awhile.” Wordlessly, they obeyed, stealing a last sympathetic glance at Saundra slowly freezing in the creek.

The deputy’s extremities were beginning to lose their feeling and she feared she might soon succumb to hypothermia.

“P-p-p-please m-m-ma’am,” she begged (knowing that was just what Susan wanted). “P-p-p-p-lease l-l-let m-m-me g-g-get –o-o-out!”

“Sorry,” she was told. “Got to make extra certain a little piggy like you is extra clean.”

“I-I-I-I’ll l-l-l-lick y-y-your c-c-c-cunt I-I-if y-y-you d-d-do, P-P-P-P-P-LEASE,” she offered.

“You’ll do that anyway, whenever I tell you too,” her tormentor came back.

“B-b-but y-y-you c-c-can’t t-t-t-t-tell m-me un-un-un-unless th-th-th-th-the m-m-men l-l-let y-you. I-I-If y-y-y-you l-l-let m-me c-c-come o-o-out, I-I-I’ll d-d-do i-it f-f-for y-you w-w-w-ithout t-t-telling th-th-them ———- m-m-m-m-ma’am.”

Susan thought about it a moment then said, “Okay get your butt out.”

“Th-th-thank y-y-you, ma-ma-ma-ma’am! Th-th-thank y-y-y-you!” Saundra exclaimed as she hurriedly got out of the freezing water.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” came a male voice. Both women turned to see Pete standing there.

“I was just having some fun with the cop,” Susan replied. “We were coming in a minute.”

“You weren’t sent down here to have fun,” he countered. “Get those last two water jugs up to the cabin.”

“Take it easy,” she replied as she picked the last pair of jugs and started to put them around Saundra’s neck.

“No,” Pete told her. “You take them. The cop and I are going to have some fun of our own.”

“Why should I do her work while you get a piece of ass?” the irate woman asked.

“Because I’ve got a cock between my legs and you have a hole.” he replied. “Now shut up and get that water up there before I give you a mouthful of fist!”

Without further protest Susan picked up the water jugs and began lugging them up the hill. Pete looked around then gra bbed Saundra and pulled her over to a large fallen log. Shoving her down on it on her back, he spread her legs so that they draped down each side. Then he unzipped his pants and climbed on top of her. There were no preliminaries, no forced kissing or tit sucking and biting. He didn’t even say anything to his victim. He just shoved himself inside her and started banging.

Beneath him, though his entrance had been especially painful due to the contracting of her vagina as a result of the frigid water and despite the fact that her bare back, arms, and hips were scraped by the rough bark with every thrust, Saundra just lay there and let him hammer her. There was nothing else she could do.

“Tell me how much you love this,” Pete commanded. “And what a low-life whore you are.”

God, she thought to herself, couldn’t the bastard just be satisfied with fucking her?

WHAP! He slapped her and growled, “Say it cunt!”

“I love this,” she repeated dutifully. She was SO tired of being slapped! “And I am a low-life whore.”

Suddenly, to her complete surprise and panic, he grabbed her around the throat and squeezed her windpipe shut. He was strangling her! She began to squirm but her hands were still imprisoned behind her and the weight of his body kept her pinned to the log. There was nothing she could do! He was going to kill her and she was powerless to prevent it! Why? She had done what he told her! Why was he killing her? WHY?

Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her throat, he released it. She gulped in air in frantic gasps. Looking up at him, she saw him smiling. He had done it just for fun, just to show her he could!

As she lay there beneath this latest of her rapists, she began to reflect upon what a sham she had lived. Less than 24 hours ago she had believed the allusion most other women do. She had thought she lived in a free society where she had certain basic rights, the right to move about as she wished, to say what she wished, to wear what she wished (when she wasn’t in uniform, of course), to have a certain amount of dignity and privacy, to the ultimate female right, the ability to say no to sex. Now look at her. Move about as she wished? They kept her chained to a bed and she couldn’t even go pee without their permission! Say what she wished? She dared not say anything which might annoy any of them for fear of being slapped, backhanded or worse, and she had just mouthed degrading, disgusting lies about herself on command! Wear what she wished? Since bringing her here they hadn’t let her wear ANYTHING! As for dignity and privacy, she was quickly forgetting what those words meant! As for saying no, here she was, wet, shivering with cold, atop a log, having her brains fucked out by a man who knew that he and any of the others could have her whenever he wanted her in any manner he wanted to have her! Hell, he had even just illustrated to her that she couldn’t even continue breathing without their consent! She began to see an ugly truth. Society, men and women both, live out this charade in which both PRETEND that they are equal and that the freedoms exercised by females are real rights. In reality, she now saw, whenever a woman was confronted by a man determined to strip her of all those “rights” when there are no other men around to stop him, when the woman does not have a gun or some equally lethal weapon, and when he was not deterred by the possibility of other men punishing him later, then all the “rights” and choices the woman thought she had vanish instantly! This was the raw reality of the relative position of the genders. The man does what he wants because the woman can’t stop him and the woman also does what he wants because he can make her do so. Susan had asked why she had to carry the water and Pete had replied because he had a cock between his legs and she had a hole. In other words, the man is everything, the woman nothing. From Saundra’s present vantage point, that just about summed it up completely!

Having finished with the fucking of Saundra, Pete got off her and ordered her to get off the log and down on her knees and lick his cock clean. Of course, she did it. “Move your ass,” he said to her when she had finished and he zipped up. Silently, she followed him back to the cabin.

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Frank is 32 y.o. now. He is divorced, never had much luck with women. One of his best friends is different to rank. He has a beautiful wife always did some sports and is a good looking guy. Kris, so is the wife´s name, is also a good friend of Frank, she is 33 y.o. . Frank often had in mind to fuck Kris but he know he never will have a change to do. She is not the kind of woman who would do this. He knows that Kris is a little conservative and prudish and he also knows that he is just a good friend not more. Frank is not the kind of man who is a real man in her mind. He is in no way attractive to her and Frank knows that. But Frank has some other good friends to. Andy, Marty, Alex and Joe. And so it happend that he told them about his fantasies about Kris. They all know Kris too.

"Hey man, why don´t we rape that slut" Andy asked " I would also love to ramm my cock into her sweet holes, and I think the other guys would also love to fuck that bitch."

"Yeah Frank, Andy is right!" his buddies agreed."You mean we should really fuck her against her will? Hmmm, yeah, why not. I would love to show her that I am a real man. Okay guys let´s do it. But how will we do it?" Frank said.

" As you know Charly her husband will be on a business trip next week. She knows us as good friends so she would come for a dinner if you invite her. I have some real good drugs. We will mix them into her drink. They will slow down her reflexes, but she will be on full mind. So it would be easy for us to have our way with her. And when we are ready with her we sell the slut to a friend of mine, he is the owner of an illegal bordell." Andy answered.

"Great, thats the way we will do it. Hope you have some video equipment at home Frank. Think that would be a great rape porn homemovie!"

They did as they planned and the unaware Kris really came at Franks house for dinner. She wasn´t surprised to see Andy and the others also there. They had a real good dinner and Kris didn´t recognize the lustfull eyes of the guys when they watched her. She really looked marvellous that evening. She wears a black thight catsuit, that fit her really well. Later Frank asked her to watch some video with him and the guys. She agreed. Andy offered her a drink (it was the one with the drugs). Aas she had drunk from it she asked Frank what kind of video he was going to show them.

"Oh, it´s a surprise, you will love it. They guys did!"

Kris looked at the tv to see what will come. But just in the next moment her smile froze.

"Hey what´s that Frank, that´s a porno. That´s not the kind of film I would like to see. If this should be a joke it is a bad one!" Kris said angrily.

"Oh, sorry Kris, darling, you are so right. It´s really better to do it than to watch it. Come on guys strip the slut!"

"What the hell, tha´ts not funny Frank. I think it´s better to go now. Uhh..whats…whats happen..I ..I can´t ..mmmh….you bastards you have put some drugs into my drink!" she cried out.

"Oh, I am so sorry Kris darling, but you must understand, so it´s much easier for us to have some fun with you"

Marty and Joe grabbed her by her arms and move her up. Kris tried to fight against them but the drug worked pritty good.

"Noooo..please..please stop it…you can´t do that!" she cried out hysterical.

Andy walked behind her and opend the zipper at the backside of her catsuit. With the help of the others they slowly undress the catsuit and her shoes. Under the catsuit she wears a black silk bra and a black silk slip and a black pantiehose.

"Please Frank, make them stop. I thought you are my friend, you can´t do this to me.!" Kris cried and some tears run down her cheek.

Andy grabbed her by the hair and licked the tears off her face.

"Mmhh…that tastes real good, bitch, makes me hungry for more."

Then he start to undress her pantiehose very very slowly. At least they remove her bra and slip. The two guys still hold her so everyone had a good view of her nude well tanned sexy body.

"Wow, she is real hot. What a sexy slut she is! Look at that firm tits and those wonderful ass!"

"Yeah she is just born to get fucked again and again."

They did some pics of her.

"Come on guys" Frank said "would you be so kind to spread the legs of that slut. I would love to know how her pussy feels!"

Marty and Joe still hold her arms while Andy and Alex now spread her legs. Because of the drug she had no change to work against that. She tried but it was useless. Frank who has undressed in the meantime too comes close to her. He positioned his right hand just between her spread legs and touched her pussy and start to work on it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried. And Frank grabbed her tits with the other hand and start to squeeze them.

"NOOOO…aarrrghhhh….uuuuhhhhh!"

"The slut feels real good guys. But her cunt is still dry. Put her to the floor, I will lick her pussy!"

They did as their buddy wanted. Kris is put to the ground on her back. They hold her arms and legs and spread the legs as far as possible. Frank start to lick her pussy. He moes his tongue around her cuntlips and then forces his tongue into her fuckhole. Kris feels so humiliated. Those guys use her like a cheap whore and she won´t think about what will come next. Frank starts now to fondle and lick her tits and with a powerful thrust he entered her helpless unwilling cunt with his rock hard dick.

"AAAAAAAAarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh…. Uuunnhhhggg….oohhh nooooooooo!"

"Yeah! Frank. Come on rape that slut hard!"

"Ride her good!"

"Give her what she needs!"

"Show her how a real man fuck!"

"Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch!"

And Frank did. He fucked her really hard and with no mercy. Kris screams like hell as he moved his dick in and out of her sweet cunt. He kneaded her tits brutaly, pinch her nipples. Kris closed her eyes, hopping that will soon end. But Frank grab her by the hair and slapped her face.

"Just look at me bitch! I wanna see your eyes while I fuck your cunt!" Then he forced her to kiss him. And then he cum. He filled the crying woman with his hot load. The next one is Marty. He has about 240 pounds and when he mounted Kris who´s weight is about 102 pounds, he covered her at all. He slid easy into the cum filled cunt of Kris and also start to fuck the poor and helpless woman. Next one is Andy, then Joe and Alex. They all took their turns in raping her cunt. But it wasn´t over at all for their victim. As they recognize that the drug won´t work any longer, they took some ropes and tie her wrists to her ankles, head on the floor.

"So baby. Now it´s time to fuck your sweet ass!"

"No…Noooo..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not my ass please, I never did this before…please!" Frank took some oil from the kitchen and rubbed it at her asshole. Kris cried hysterical.

"She has an incredible ass, just perfect to get fucked!" Frank moved behind her and spread her asscheeks. Then he slowly moved his hard dick into her virgin asshole. Kirs screams in pain and shame.

"Guys, she is real thigt…mmmhhh..ooohhh..yeahhh…thats a real good fuck!" He started to pump her asshole. First slowly and at least faster and faster. His cock moved in and out of her shithole. Her asshole is stretched by the brutal attacks of his big cock. He grabbed her tits from behind and start to squeeze and knead them

"Stop…it hurt so much, you are to big…ungh…ungh-ungh—please— arrrgghh-stop—aaahhh—-noooooooooo!"

His balls slammed hard against her asscheeks as he repetly forces his cock into her asshole. Her whole body is shaking by the powerful thrusts. Frank enjoyed fucking Kris in the ass to humiliate and degrade his friends beautiful sexy wife. So he hold out for a long time fucking her as long as possible. But after about 15 minutes he expolded in her ass and filled it with his hot sticky cum. This time Andy is the next who took his part. His cock is the biggest of the guys. Poor Kris never knew what was coming. Her butt hole was already lubed up from Franks fucking, so Andy had no problem getting the head in. But the rest of it was hell! Her ass was so tight, it hurt him to squeeze his meat into it, but he didn’t give up, he just kept pushing on. Kris, of course, was in agony. So it hurts like hell when he entered her used cum dripping helpless asshole. Once Andy was halfway in, he had more positioning power to slam the rest home. And slam he did! He counted to three and then gave it all his might.

As he quickly shoved his cock up her ass up the pubes, Kris looked straight up and screamed in agony, "Oh, God, help me!"

Again she cries out in pain as Andy starts to fuck her ass mercyless. As he had filled her with his cum, fat Marty is the next one who rapes her asshole. Then Alex and Joe took their turns with her ass. Now they untie her hands for a moment to tie them at her back togehter, then Kris is forced on her knees and a ring gag is put into her mouth. Frank stand in front of her and shove his dirty dick right into her wide open soft mouth.

"MMMMMMMPPPPFFFF!" "Okay, honey, now I will clean my dick!" said Frank and start to fuck her sweet mouth.

He grabbed her hair and forced her head back and forth while his cock became rock hard again in the wetness of her mouth. She tried to fight agaisnt the ugly smelling intruder with her tongue but had no real change against the mouth rape. He forced his cock deep into her throath. He enjoyed the disgust and pain in her face and start to fuck her faster and faster. In the meantime Andy starts to slap her ass cheeks with his belt. Kris screamed in pain into her fleshy gag and Frank likes it.

"Yeah.. Andy thats a real good feeling when she screams at my cock. Make her scream again budy!" And Andy does it with pleasure. He slapped her asscheeks hard four times again. Then Frank filled her throath with his cum.

"Oh yeah Kris-slut, that´s it. Mmmmhhh…you´d better swallow all!" He grinned and made her to swallow his sticky cum.

"Hey Andy, give me the belt" Frank says "I´ll spank her now while you take your turn in her mouth. And I can say you it´s worth to fuck!"

Andy forced his big hard cokc into her wide open mouth and start to move her head on it while Frank spank her asscheeks with the belt. So all of the guys rape her mouth too that night and poor Kris has to swallow lot´s of cum. Then they untie her and she has to shower. When this is done her legs and arms are tied again and they let her sleep because they do so too. And Kris was so tiered from all the fucking that she suddenly asleep.

Next morning she wake up because her body is in movement. As she opens her eyes she see Frank on her top. Her feets are high up above in the air and shake in the rhtym of his pumping. Her legs are pulled back and fixed with his shoulders. With a big smile on his face he looked at her while fucking her cunt. Her arms are still tied at her back so she couldn´t do anything against this rape.

"Hy Kris honey, this is your personal morning fuck, darling!" Frank said with an evil grin in his face. Before she could say anything the ringgag is replaced in her mouth again and Andy shove his big cock right into her mouth and down her troath. Alex and Marty just fondling her tits while Joe fingerfuck her asshole. Franks is the first who cum, Andy still fuck her mouth like a cunt. Fast and hard. But some minutes later he also cum.

"Hey whore, thats your breakfast, you´d better swallow all!" he said laughing. Then they remove her. Marty is lying at the floor and they put her struggling victim at his stiff rock hard cock.

"Come on whore you will have a hard ride now!" Andy and Frank make her bend forward so that Alex could slid into her exposed asshole. And Joe shove his cock into her open mouth. The three guys fuck all her holes at the same time. The cocks work hard and mercyless in her helpless holes. Her hole body is shaking by the powerfull thrusts of her rapers. As the day before everything is videotaped and Frank did some pictures too. So the five guys fuck her like that for hours, always changing position so that everyone could rape every hole of her sexy body until she passes out.

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