Through the haze of pain Taylor looked over at the fat, leering man across from her. Mex stared back, his cock aching at the sight of the weeping, topless girl. That immaculate face he had seen smiling from magazines was now a slutty mess. In a hoarse voice, Taylor said “P-please...Mr...Mr Mex, would you-” she sobbed hard “-w-would you...” She trailed off with a choking sob.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Mex dived to the ground before her. He grabbed her calves, feeling her silky skin. Slowly, gurgling with pleasure, he ran his hands up along Taylor's lithe thighs. She shook violently at these new sensations, eyes shut tight, her wet pink lips parted as she panted. Duke mauled her tits so roughly that vicious red marks appeared across the stark, ivory flesh. He was kissing across her bare shoulder and neck, intoxicated with the thrill of having a pretty princess at his mercy.
Mex's hands groped up her thighs, hiking up her dress. Her long, elegant legs were now totally exposed to the two men. Grabbing her ass roughly, Mex hooked his fingers around the edges of her underwear – a tight white pair of boyshorts – and jerked them off in a quick series of tugs.
“Ohhhhnnnooooo”, howled Taylor, writhing in her seat, as she felt the shorts torn down. The only thing between these men and her virginity was gone. Crunching the shorts into his hand and holding them up to his nose, Mex inhaled deeply while looking up at Taylor. She stared back in stunned horror, her dark blue eyes now pools of suffering.
Duke then roughly grabbed her closest thigh. His probing fingers worked their way up between Taylor's legs. She gave a few small whimpers as she felt a man's fingers brush her pussylips for the first time ever. With an expert touch Duke sized up her tight snatch, and the carefully groomed strip of golden hair that ran across her mound.
His found the small hard nub that was Taylor's clit. With practiced fingers he began to work it roughly. A master of fingerfucking, he knew exactly how to use it. Taylor threw her head back, her blond hair tousled across her sweaty face. Whispering “omigod, omigod, omigod” over and over between moans, she began to involuntarily grind herself into his hand. Within a few torrid minutes Duke had worked her into her first real orgasm, while she sobbed and shuddered at the waves surging through her tight, throbbing body. Her thrusting little breasts heaved with every passionate breath.
Taylor cried bitterly as her body betrayed her. A special moment she had sought to savor one day had now been violated. She felt her toes curl, and her nails dig deep into the palms of her cuffed hands. What should have been a pleasure was now an exquisite agony, her little clit rubbed red and raw. As the sweat poured down her face she moaned “ohgoddd don't do this to meeee-”
With a sudden movement Duke threw her roughly to the limo floor. She landed hard on her knees, giving a sharp yelp of pain as she crumpled into a ball. Her party dress was now hunched up around her waist, and she was fully exposed. Leaning over Duke grabbed her and worked her limp body around so she now knelt between his knees.
Taylor felt a dull sense of revulsion as she blearily watched Duke unbuckle his pants. But her expressions of utter shock grew quickly when he produced his ten-inch cock. Swollen huge in horror, her eyes filled with the sight of the giant black rape-rod, the first dick she had ever seen. With her jaw dropped in awe, Duke chuckled as he easily and quickly slipped into her small mouth.
“I hope you blow better than you sing bitch, or I'm gunna fuck you up,” grunted Duke, as he gripped her head firmly and drove Taylor onto his dick. Her mouth was wet and cool, and with slow firm thrusts he pushed deeper down her throat. Helplessly gurgling and choking, Taylor slobbered all over the giant cock. Groaning with delight, Duke said “Swallow it down cunt, this ain't your boyfriend's midget dick.”
Taylor felt like she was going to die. Every part of her was in pain. Every moment was like a thousand years. Her face was being held deep in the reeking, wiry crotch of her violator. The taste of him suffocated every pore in her body. A kind of delirium had overwhelmed her, and she felt like a helpless rag doll being torn apart.
All the time Duke rained the foulest names down on her. Even a mild swear made her flinch; this torrent of obscenity felt like vicious blows to her stomach. Bitch, whore, cunt, slut...she wept softly as the words violated her soul.
It took all the self-control Duke had to not blow his load right away. The feel of her silken locks brushing across his balls as her head bobbed, was amazing. Looking down at her in satisfaction, he saw her round, pink cheeks bulging from the monster cock. The strangled, gagging noises she made vibrated pleasingly down the rod.
Mex took out a small glass crack pipe, loaded up a nugget, and took a hit. As the rush passed through him he gazed in wonder at Taylor's perfect porcelain ass, now bouncing in time with her vicious skullfucking. He watched the beads of sweat twinkle as they raced down her slender spine. So much for little rich white princess, he thought, grinning stupidly – from this angle she looked just like the blond cracker runaways he liked to buy and abuse for five bucks a go.
For all his discipline, the pleasure of violating Taylor's virgin velvet throat was finally too much for Duke. Whooping with delight he fired a massive load into her mouth as she gagged and convulsed. Seizing a fistful of her soft blond hair Duke triumphantly pulled up her head as she groaned. He looked over the pretty, perfect face of his victim – now glowing and wet with the smears of tears, drool and cum. Clumps of her hair – matted with cum – hung wildly around her head. Racked with sobs and desperately gasping for breath, she begged “stopgodpleassse stop, you're killing me, this is too much-”
Duke slapped her hard again, as Taylor reeled back groaning. She fell down hard, and yelped as she felt the edge of the cuffs cut into her back. Duke snorted “Shuddup bitch, you better learn to really suck cock if you're gunna want mercy.” He nodded at Mex. “Your turn bro, show this little cunt we got better uses for her mouth.”
Taylor cried out in horror as Mex grabbed her roughly, yanking her hair hard and practically impaling her head on his cock. Once again Taylor felt she was choking on her own vomit. But it was quicker this time – Mex's dick had nearly cum just at the sight of her sucking Duke, so the sensation of raping his mouth had him blow after just a few minutes.
Taking a long, slow hit on the pipe, Duke smiled as he watched Mex thrust Taylor's head back. Her lithe, limp body slowly collapsed on the floor of the limo at the feet of the two men.
“Hold her up, man” wheezed Duke as he exhaled. “Give the bitch a hit of this shit. She'll be putting her ass into it them.”
Mex pulled Taylor up her her knees by her hair. With a breaking voice Taylor wailed “Please let me go now, I've done what you wanted, I won't tell anybody, pleasssse stop this...” Taking her head firmly between her mouth, he pointed it towards Duke. Leaning in close – and pinching her nose tight – Duke slid the pipe between her lips as the cone glowed. Panicking, Taylor had no choice but to inhale lungfuls of the potent black smoke.
In her life Taylor had never even sniffed a glass of wine. Now she had taken a massive dose of crack cocaine. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt surging waves race the length of her body. Her brain throbbed like an electric current, every nerve screaming with a shocked sensation. Her mouth parted in a dazed groan as she felt Duke's steel fingers wrap around her ankles.