[darkstalker]

a commissioned piece where a young woman named chelsea finds herself owing more than she expected on her mechanic's bill.
enjoy!

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Ivan stares up at the dilapidated house trying to see the woman through the broken window. Truly the place is a run down shit hole with its rusted shingles and broken gutter, and one window already busted open, others cracked. He bets the door handle is probably ready to fall off too. Works for him, if only he had the permission to do so. If only...
His hand runs up and down his crotch, stimulating him. He stares longingly at the window with a wistful look to his eyes and then turns away with a sneer, his eyes narrowing and darkening. To any passers by, he’d look like a monstrous man, despite only being barely beneath six foot zero and slim as a snake. His torn shirt and unbuttoned denim blouse are covered in stains, the elbows of his shirt worn have away to expose his skin and it’s the same at the knees to his jeans as well. All the clothes he wears are covered in layers of grease and oil, stains from where he works with his father at the car shop. His face is marred almost by scar like pimples running across it, making him look years older than his twenty one years should claim.
Still, though, he stands, looking up at the house from the yard below with dark desire. He doesn’t worry about people seeing him and reporting him. In this part of the neighborhood few people are around and fewer still care for what happens to others with gangs abounding as they are. As long as it’s not them on the line, they couldn’t care less. And it’s not like he’ll do anything, anyways.
He turns away, hands balled into fist, head hanging low. It all started at his father’s mechanic shop today. Everything had been normal like any other day. Boring. Uneventful. Dirty. Just another hard day’s work. Until “She” showed up.
Five and a half foot, dark haired woman with a cute face and hair in a bun at the top of her head, he thinks. Nothing special there or anything he really bothers to remember. But what really got him was the size of her tits. Huge double D’s. So big they were pressing out against her white blouse with the nipples clearly visible, the bitch not even wearing a bra to cover her rack up. And a nice ass to boot. Good and round, shown off in her short denims, waving it around at him and the guys like something special as she leaned over the counter, talking to his father like she owned the place. Someone like that, he thinks, wanted to be fucked and raped, good and hard. He’d be more than willing too, if not for the others.
He’d love to bend her over a table, fold her legs over her shoulders and tear that blouse open so those breasts could come tumbling out. How he’d love to maul them and chew on them while he fucked her tight cunt and made her scream. He wanted it, wants it so bad, even now. He jerks at his member roughly, feeling himself nearly cumming already. He’d tried to get the guys in on it, but everyone is afraid of his old man.
It’s not that they think he’ll turn them in. Not hardly. Guy is too old and traditional for it. A macho man if there ever was one. One who prefers the woman at the kitchen and pregnant. No. More like he doesn’t want to lose a paying customer and if they lose her then they can easily lose their jobs. Fucking cabrones with pussies, thinks Ivan with a sneer, kicking a pebble across the street, as he feels himself cum and spill his seed into his pants. He pulls his hand out without looking at it, wiping the cum haphazardly on his jeans, snarling about how he’d gone to the trouble of finding the bitch’s home too. Fucking worthless, he thinks, shoulders tensed and hands trying to push through his jeans and tear a hole through. Worthless.

Chelsea sighs and closes the drapes as the man walks off, disappearing around a corner. After he’d been looking up at her from the street she’d sworn he’d break in at any moment and rape her. She knows him too, from that mechanics’ shop, but she’d be in deep shit with her phone out of service until her next check if he chose to break in. As is, she barely has enough to cover the cost of the vehicle repairs. It’s the only reason she’d go to such a run down place like that.
The men in the back of the room including the one outside had been leering at her body and talking raunchy shit about what they’d like to do to her. None of it very nice or consensual for that matter. Well, enough is enough. When she picks up her car tomorrow, that will be the last she sees of them or that shop. It’ll be the final time she uses it, that’s for sure.

After more than a week of waiting for Chelsea, her car is finally ready to take out of the garage, but the old man, George, tells her they needed to change the transmission. That the system had been shot to hell and on cheap it would still cost her two grand but because no other shops had been available with one handy for her model they’d had to order a new one in from a local dealer. That hadn’t been too bad, she thought, until she heard the price! The damned thing was a good eighteen grand! She didn’t have that kind of money laying around!
She storms out in a huff, her dress riding up her legs, itching. She hadn’t had the money to buy detergent of late and it shows as her dress is incredibly itchy in this hot, ninety degree weather. She’s glad this one rides low on the chest with only spaghetti straps holding it up or it’d burn even more. As is, the black dress is probably not the best choice to wear on summer without an ac. Certainly not something to wear outside in these temperatures. She adjust the dress on her top, pulling it away from where it is already sticking and making her skin itch. All of this does not help her mood any. At least she hadn’t seen anyone leering at her today. Thank goodness for small blessings.
She storms off, intending to head home and let her head cool off. She’d threatened to call a lawyer but truth is, if George can remove the nifty new transmission and get a proper used one then she’ll try and set money aside to afford it. Money she wasn’t planning on. Besides, she can’t afford a lawyer so it’s all fucking great. Just fucking...
She doesn’t see the foot set before her and steps wrong, falling face first and hitting her head against something hard. Then all light fades at once.

Ivan had been hiding behind some tires, watching the stuck up white bitch. She’d been really laying it out on his dad, saying the man shouldn’t have put in a brand new transmission if he hadn’t asked her. Truth is, they didn’t. They found one near mint nearby and decided to charge her the full price having had to pay half the price anyways. Might as well cover the other expenses and she wouldn’t know anyways and be happy. Or so they’d thought. The bitch, as it turns out, isn’t too keen on a nearly new transmission and yells about lawyers and legal obligations, though Ivan hasn’t been overly concentrated on all that being what she was wearing.
Stupid bitch decided to put on a black summer dress. Tight little number that rides down those huge tits so any time she leans over the desk it looks as though those huge melons are going to spill out and at once the dress will ride up, showing a nice view of her white ass cheeks and the black thong beneath. And again, the bitch has elected to not wear a bra and instead go without one, her tits nearly poking out of that dress. It’s too much.
Ivan has been intent on rubbing himself off, a good stiffy worked up with how she was dressed, but as she storms out not having made a move to pay, Ivan gets an idea.
Watching as those nice jugs bounce back and forth in her dress, he waits until she is almost on top of him before putting his leg out in front of her, causing her to miss step and trip, her head banging loudly against the side mirror of a truck, breaking it and flipping over, legs splayed open and dress riding up those white muscles showing off the black thong beneath and her large round mons pushing down against it, the thong biting into the flesh in between, her skin all sweaty and moist. She lays there against the truck, mouth agape, just waiting to be get fucked.
If not for his dad and the others coming out at that time, he might of jerked one off in his pants. His dad comes out screaming, but upon seeing what has happened, a grin spreads across the old man’s face. It isn’t Ivan alone who’s been looking the bitch over even if his dad won’t admit it openly. “What’re you playing at, boy?” he says dangerously.
“Nothing yet. But...” he says, scratching his head. “I was thinking... we could start playing with this bitch who tried to stiff you, pops. I mean, it’s eighteen grand and now she broke the mirror on the truck too! That’s another thing to put on her tab.”
The old man grunts but the others who have come out see this as an opportunity and chime in. “Yeah, Jorge, you shouldn’t let this slut walk all over you like that. And since she can’t pay...” says Bobs, a stiffy working in his own trousers.
“She can’t,” says Ivan, remembering her house. “Her home is a piece o’ shit. Doubt she makes more than a grand a month.”
“We might as well take that pay somehow,” says Bob in a dark voice, wiping his thick meaty hands on a dirty rag. “If the bitch isn’t gonna’ pay us, she might as well pay somehow. She’s got a cunt and I haven’t fucked in a month. Let’s put it to use!” Bob is a huge man with as big a belly as he has a temper, which is saying something. Two long cheeks hang down a face with a squashed nose and beady eyes. He looks over the bitch and Ivan can’t tell if the man wants to fuck her or beat her skull in, not that he really cares. It’s all the same to him in the end, but his father trust the man. Being one of the older mechanics in the shop, the man’s words carry weight, even if they aren’t always the most wise ones.
His father bites down on his lower lip, thinking and after a second glance at the woman lying prone on the floor, nods. “Yeah. No problem. Get her set up then.”
Ivan grins. “This is going to be fun!”

“What fun are you talking about?” says Jose, coming out from back. “I heard screaming.”
“Well join in the fun,” says Ivan. “We have a toy to play with,” says Ivan, motioning towards the spread legged woman. The man makes a double take as he looks at the dark haired woman, her legs spread open, looking helpless against the truck. The man looks at the woman, flexing his muscles, a tattoo of a woman being grabbed by the throat as she looks on with fear showing off on the glowing left arm. Once, Jose had been charged for rape by one of the few women who had the guts to rag on him. Once. By the look Jose gives the girl, running his tongue over his lips, he has no qualms about raping another.
“Consider it a debt needing paying,” says George. He turns away from the group, waving a hand. “You guys have fun with her, I’ll be back in a few. Need to get her contract set up.”
“Oookay... dad...” says Ivan, unsure of why his father is walking out on this grade A side of beef, but not caring overly. He’s too busy admiring the girl before him, how her body drips with sweat, her nipples pushing against the black fabric of her dress. He slaps his hands together and yells, “Alright, Cabrones, let’s get the party started!”
Neither of the men need to be told more than once. As if of one mind, they all choose to bring her over to the tire machine. Ivan puts a second tire on top of the first so that the spike in the center doesn’t jab through the girl’s spine, then they lay her on top. She falls back, her head hanging over one side, lips parted as if ready to receive someone’s cock while her legs lie to the other side, nearly spread open and just as inviting as her mouth. The dress even seems to ride over her legs, crumpling and showing off the beginnings of her thong. It is too much for the trio.
As Ivan is about to touch her though, his hand is slapped away by Jose, who orders him to get some duct tape and some tools. He looks at Bob who confirms the orders and he grunts in anger. Fuck the two pendejos, he thinks, his member wilting as he’s sent off to gather supplies. Fuck them to hell.

As if of one mind, both men take opposite ends of the woman, feeling around her body. For Jose, he takes her upper half, his hands immediately closing around her large tits and brutally massaging them, nails biting into the skin, grease running over it and marring its pristine beauty. The girl barely makes a sound. His hands of large size with their coarse skin work over the soft tender skin of the woman beneath, scratching and pawing at large mounds. A light moan escapes her lips as he crushes her large sacks of flesh, but nothing great or indicative of her being aware of what is happening. Not that it would matter if she were, he thinks. He’d still proceed in doing what he is doing.
For Jose it has been quite some time since he’s fucked a woman and never has he fucked one with bags of flesh hanging off her chest like this one has. Truly, even with his enormous hands, he is barely able to cup them. They feel like velvet satin.
Her dress on the other hand...
That black dress chafes at his skin and as he slides his palms beneath the cleavage area of the dress, he grips it by its opposing sides, the dress splitting and tearing with a loud shearing noise as he pulls. He jerks the material and yanks it down over her shoulders and down beneath her breasts, letting the large muscles of flesh pop out, the nipples slipping forth showing large areolas the size of half a dollar, nipples hard and erect.
He grips one of her nipples, pinching and pulling at it, her breast meat stretching as he does so. Enjoying this, he leans over and takes her other breast into his mouth, trying to engulf it. He taste the meat, the nipple head rubbing against the roof of his mouth. He lets his teeth scrape across the skin, biting down on her flesh for a moment before running his teeth over that skin until his teeth can shut on her nipple and then he clamps his mouth shut, trying to bite down as hard as he can as he pulls up, stretching her breast meat and letting it snap back into place. The mound of flesh ripples with the reverse impact, the girl moaning softly.
He grins and looks towards what Bob is up to.

For Bob it’s all about the cunt. No if’s and’s or but’s. A woman is nothing without a cunt to stick your rod into. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, curling them behind her buttocks, allowing himself the pleasure of digging his nails into that soft flesh and pulling back roughly, scraping at that skin. The girl moans softly but is too far gone to notice much.
He runs his hands back over her legs, over her thighs, leaving trails of grease in his wake. Fingers slide under the skirt of the dress and he pulls it up roughly, tearing it. When it refuses to go up further, he grabs two handfuls and pulls, tearing it open and jerks the fabric aside, continuing to split it until it is nearly at her navel where it is close to meeting the tearing from Jose.
He grins and looks down at the thin protection of her thong. He frowns. The thong is biting into her cunt lips, pushing in between the mons, barely concealing anything. Women consider this a garment, he thinks. They shouldn’t make him laugh.
He grips the thin, frail piece of fabric and grabs it in one hand, jerking back on the material. It resist his fist tug, stretching up in the air but gives way with the second, tearing with a snap. He tosses the garment aside and looks over the girl’s now exposed vaginal lips. They are long and thin, her mons shaved of any hair. Plane and white like a newborn babe.
He sticks a finger into her cunt, it slipping in to the warm flesh easily and then sticks more fingers in, gripping the side walls and trying to force the fingers from his other hand in, gripping the opposing side. Slowly, with not a little effort, he begins to stretch those lips, seeing how wide and far they can go. The girl moans as he stretches them, her vaginal canal distorted with the odd stretching as he feels her cunt lips about to give way. But they don’t and he looks on with some joy, seeing that dark red tunnel. Big enough to fit him, he thinks. And that’s all he needs as he unzips his pants and lets his large thick member out, now stiff and hard, ready to begin fucking.

When Ivan arrives he nearly cums in his pants. The sight before him is that of the girl spread out, her tits sticking up in the air and cunt spread open for the world to see. This nearly makes him drop his supplies. At the last minute he is able to grab a hold of himself and take the masking tape over to Jose, who pulls her arms back behind her head roughly, pulling them down nearly to the base of the machine and begins to unwind a strip of adhesive, rolling the tape around her wrist several times before biting the edge off. Then he repeats the process around her eyes, wrapping the tape three times, before snapping it off and then repeating it over for her mouth.
As he jerks her head back and forth, the girl’s hair slips out of its carefully formed bun, slipping up and around her head, the tape making her look like some weird Marylnn Manson groupie. But those tits... Ivan can already feel his dick tenting in his pants, ready to spray his load over himself.
“Go ahead and fuck em,” says Jose. “I can wait a bit.”
Ivan grins and quickly jerks his pants down, dropping the tools in his haste. Jose gives him a glare but otherwise doesn’t say anything. Ivan doesn’t notice, too excited with the prospect of fucking this girl to concern himself with such trivial things.
He straddles the woman’s neck, sitting himself above her jaw, nearly pushing his weight down on her head and grips those two mounds of flesh, now stained with grease and oil, in his own hands, pushing his dick in between those soft, precious mounds and begins to fuck. He thrust in and out rapidly, jerking back and forth, not bothering to take it slow and find a rhythm. He’s too excited for that anyways. The thick, soft flesh stimulates him, rubbing smoothly against his hairy ball sack which slaps wetly against her collar bone. Her head bangs softly against the machine, making her moan, but otherwise she is quiet, allowing him to enjoy her delicious body.
It won’t be long, he thinks as he jerks at her breasts roughly with his two hands, before he cums over the bitch’s tits.

Bob was about to stick his own member into the woman’s cunt but halts himself when he sees Ivan lunge at her chest, sticking his ramrod in between her tits. Idiot, Bob thinks. The hole is down between her legs. The young man doesn’t seem to care, piston fucking those mounds of flesh with all his worth as he pulls them into the air, crushing them in his hands, the tire changer groaning with the extra weight placed upon it as he bangs her head against the side repeatedly.
Bob nods in appreciation, a smile curling around his lips. The man may be using the wrong hole, but he still knows how to ride a bitch good and well. He sits back for now, crossing his beefy arms, enjoying the show before him.
No doubt the bitch is going to end up with one hell of a migraine come she wakes up. All fine for him. It’s not like he cares for her safety after all...

Ivan is having the time of his life! Mauling those large, juicy tits, jerking them back and forth, pulling at the small buds of her nipples and twisting them around to their limit is better than he’d have imagined. He can hear the girl beneath him moaning in discomfort but he doesn’t really care. He keeps jerking her breasts, feeling the soft satin feel as they wrap around his hairy cock, the soft skin and imprints of bone stimulating him.
The fire is surging within him and with one final thrust, it hits him, full force and he finds himself crying out as he pulls her tits up, twisting the nipples, his dick spasming as it shoots its load. The spray seems to last for an eternity, spraying over her body, pulsing warmly until it shrinks down, his member wrapped warmly by those large breasts. He squashes those pieces of flesh, jerking softly a few more times between them, watching how his load runs down between her tits, dribbling down her stomach into the remains of her summer dress where it settles and pools.
He lowers his head and sighs then pushes back, slapping one of her breasts with a brutal blow. The girl moans beneath him, but still remains calm as her breast jiggles for a bit before settling back down.
“Alright,” he says. “Who’s next?”
The machine makes a grating noise as the girl is thrust back before them, her legs lifted into the air over Bob’s shoulders and they see as the man rapidly begins to beat against her hips, his own hands wandering over to her breasts and mauling them. Much like Ivan, they see the man isn’t taking his time to find a rhythm, instead thrusting into the woman violently and viciously, pulling her breasts left and right, purposely digging his nails in.
Ivan crosses his arms. “Seems I wasn’t the only one eager to get some pussy!”
“That’s for sure,” says Jose, picking up the tools and looking over the tire iron in his hand. Ivan doesn’t notice the dark gleam to the man’s eyes, or what he is staring at. Instead, all his attention is drawn to the woman beneath Bob’s girth, jerking back and forth on the tire changer. It is hypnotic and Ivan can already feel his dick beginning to harden once more...

Bob digs his nails into the woman’s large tits, drawing his nails down on them and pulling them to either side so they stretch out like squashed slugs while his hips beating against the woman’s genitals. Like Ivan, he went in full force, thrusting into the girl in one go, hitting his member up to the hilt inside of her, hitting her cervix. The woman is making gasping sounds behind her gag and Bob couldn’t be happier. He twist one of her breasts to show his pleasure.
What a lucky find, this bitch, he thinks. He pulls at her breasts, twisting them around, enjoying the distress he causes her, his hips slapping away painfully at her loins. While his length isn’t something to be marveled at, his girth is of a decent size to make it so this whore’s tight cunt squeezes around his member lovingly, and he knows how to reciprocate that affection. By beating the shit out of her hips. And he does so. Pounding away at her body, watching her jerk up and down, head banging against the side of the machine while her tight snatch warms him up.
All too soon he finds himself heating up, slapping away at her cunt harder, his cum rising up and then, with a sudden burst, shooting the load deep inside her. He crushes her tits, pushing them up towards her face as he jerks rapidly inside her, his cum lubing up that tight hole. After a few more quick jerks, he pulls out, the cum dribbling down along the length of her snatch, over her predenum, a trail of it still sticking to his penis head. He wipes the head against her thigh, watching that thin trail of cum dribble down her leg to pool on dark tire. A strong stark white against the dull black.
“Well, that’s that,” he says, hastily shoving his member back inside his pants before he can decide to fuck her again. “What now?”
“Now?” says Jose, lifting up the grease gun and patting it lovingly in his hands. “Now? Now we have a different kind of fun with her.” And Bob grins, a sinister smile as dark thoughts cross his mind. This will be fun.

Jose smiles, pleased that Bob is so willing to part ways with the woman, though from the look on the man’s face, it may be more that he’s interested in what he himself plans to do. That’s fine with him, thinks Jose. He’ll fuck the bitch himself, but he prefers her awake for that. Time right now to work with some foreplay to get himself worked up while she’s still off in dream world.
He pushes the head of the grease gun deep into the woman’s vagina, far enough that she stirs a little in her restless sleep but still, does not waken. He begins to wonder how hard she really hit her head to still be out of it as she is? Whatever. Shrugging such small matters aside, he proceeds to push down on the pump, shooting three thick loads of black goo deep into her genitals. The grease comes so far as to begin to leak out from her vaginal canal, coating her pussy lips in dark black.
He grunts and pulls the head out, now covered in grease and cum, which gives him an idea. Taking a tire iron on the floor, he pushes it into her sensitive hole, pushing it in softly so she can barely feel it and keeps pushing until it won’t move further inside her cunt, before twisting it and stirring it, rubbing the edge against her cervix. The woman moans more loudly, her back arching now.
He wonders if she’s awake now? But doesn’t worry with himself overly, instead taking the grease gun anew and pushing it into her tight anus. He leaves the tire iron end hanging from inside her vagina, the end pushing up against her stomach like a grotesque child and focuses himself on her anus. Unlike the other passage which had had some use through Bob and thus was looser, this one is completely tight and it takes him some time twisting and pushing to get the grease head inside. Once the head is in, he pumps this hole full with grease as well. Once it begins to slosh out, he pulls the head out with a soft pop, a splash of grease coming out from her anus, spilling over the edge of the tire.
Now pulling out the iron, he looks it over. He is overjoyed with the look of the gooey mixture of both semen and black grease, slowly running down the end of the iron at a snail’s pace. Pleased, he begins to push the tire iron down into the woman’s anal canal. She begins to cry out vocally as it is pushed deep inside her sphincter and Jose begins to stir it like he did inside her vagina, enjoying how her legs shake and quiver as he does so.
Soon though, he pulls it out, the iron coming out not just with cum and grease, but mixed in with some blood as well. He taps the clean area of the iron on his palm, wondering what he should do now?
There is a loud grating noise as something is pushed across the hard concrete and Jose turns to regard Ivan, who pushes over a large generator, already plugged into a wall outlet by an extension cord. “What are you planning to do with that?” says Jose, cocking his brow.
“Well...” says Ivan, slapping his hands together. “If you can play with the cunt with your gun, I figure I can play with her with my electrical prods!”
Jose notices the woman’s body stiffen and he turns around and laughs, slapping Ivan on the shoulder, looking forward to this little game. “Alright, cabron, go for it! She’s all yours!”

Ivan had watched as Jose hurt that bitch’s cunt and had suddenly grown an urge to hurt her large sacks of flesh hanging off of her chest. After all, why should he be left out of such brutal fun? But he doesn’t want to take Jose’s route and just copy the man, so he brings out the generator, unrolling the cables and opening the clamps. As he opens them he looks on towards that woman’s delicious chest once more...
Those nipples, so large and hard now, rising and falling on that large chest... he can hardly resist. He opens first one clamp and then the other, kneeling over the woman whose head hangs over the tire changer, her breathing obviously hard, the perspiration running down her chest and neck.
He smiles and leans over to her and whispers, “you think that hurt bitch? This is gonna’ hurt a hell of a lot more!”
The woman turns her head as if listening to him but keeps it down, trying to ignore his words. He grunts. “Alright, have it your way!”
The clamps close down on her tits, biting down onto the soft nubs and the reaction is instantaneous. The woman jerks up, screaming, shaking her chest, trying to remove the steel clamps which have used long, hard teeth to bite down onto her tender nipples.
The men all laugh, amused at how she shakes her body, those breasts jiggling in a lovely fashion. Bob holds her arms down, back behind the changer, while Jose leans over, spreading her legs wide. “Hey Cabron,” he says, “why not put one on her clit too? I’m sure she’d like some stimulation there!”
“Nnnoooogghhh!” she screams from behind the gag, trying to fight the men off, and they all laugh, all except for Ivan, who shakes his head, wondering how it is he hadn’t thought of doing that himself? He pulls on the chord as the two men struggle to hold the bitch down, which now bucks ravenously trying to pull herself free, but they manage, if with a bit of difficulty.
Ivan pulls the chord, pinching the hood of the woman’s clit with his fingers, pulling it up while opening the clamp and snaps it down on the hood, nearly getting his finger in the process. He jumps back, waving his hand, but it’s the woman who has the biggest reaction. Her scream is incredibly loud, even with the tape on and she jerks back and forth in the men’s grips. How fortunate in a way that this isn’t a heavily populated neighborhood. Well.. At least not by men who are of a very upstanding nature. They wouldn’t think well of the woman’s hips starting to run red.
“You thinking that hurt?” says Ivan, musing to himself as he enjoys the show. “How about this?”
He turns a dial and both men jump off the woman as volts of electricity run through her system, jerking her upwards, those massive tits flopping up as they become hard. He lets her settle down once before doing it again, the current running through her body rapidly and then shuts the machine off. The woman shivers and twitches, her breasts jerking left and right in spasms, urine spraying out from between her legs.
It’s all too much for Ivan. Without even thinking, he pulls down his pants and shoves his member into her vag, expecting a nice tight cave. Instead, he gets a greasy goo wrapping around his member and he pulls out immediately, his member coated in grease, the two men laughing as he yells.
“Cabron!” says Jose. “You forgot I greased her cunt and ass up?”
“No...” says Ivan, pulling at the goo and slapping it on the floor. “Well yeah... maybe.”
“Go wash up,” says Jose. “I’ll give you another go at this eye candy after I clean her up.”
“Sure thing man,” says Ivan, grunting in discomfort as he disappears to clean his member off.
“Fucking idiot,” says Bob, spitting on the floor to his right.
“True,” says Jose. “But no one can blame him for his excitement.”
The man laughs, a gleam to his eye. “Got that part right. This bitch is one fine thing. Let’s get her cleared out so you can get your turn before that idiot comes back.”
“Agreed,” says Jose, bringing out a bucket and filling it with water.


Chelsea shivers, her entire body wracked with pain, most especially from where the metal teeth of the clamp have bitten into her clitoral prepuce. The pain coming from that spot sends her body into spasms of pain and she howls behind her gag, shaking her body back and forth even when none of the men are touching her. But all this does is cause the men around her to laugh raucously and for the teeth to further tear into her clitoral hood, drawing blood and causing more pain.
She forces herself to relax, so that the pain is lessened. It is difficult and she still feels the hot warmth of blood trailing down her hips from her most intimate region. The rest of it seems overwhelmingly squashed with some thick liquid that feels much like shit shoved up her cunt and ass, but different. Either way, any movement on her part makes the liquid inside her squelch.
Her nipples are in no better condition, screaming in pain, warm blood running down their ends as the teeth rip away at those tender spots as well. Sweat runs down the whole of her body and she sucks in deep breaths, trying to force herself to breath more normally. But how can she? She has no idea what these animals have planned for her and it can only get worse. Of that, she is certain.
All she’d wanted was to get a lower reduced price for the job she needed done and not be ripped off. That’s all. Was that really so bad that she’d need to be tortured like this? No. It couldn’t be. And yet... here she is, with men surrounding her...
She arches her back, feeling as one of the men pushes a hard rag into her womanhood, wiping roughly at her vaginal walls. Whatever liquid they put into her reduces the pain, but she can still feel that rough wool scraping at her insides. She cries out in distress.
“Oh, hush up,” says one of the men. “Or do you prefer we put in a solvent douche in your cunt? I’m sure that’d feel sooooo much better.” She stiffens at the thought of it.
Another man chuckles loudly behind the first but the first ignore him. “Keep your legs straight here or I will bring the solvent, whore.” He wipes at the edge of her labia roughly as if to emphasize a point and she winces but otherwise holds still. A solvent would be far worse to what he is doing, eating at her vagina from the inside out. No, best let him do what he is doing no matter how much it hurts.
The other man slaps at her left breast roughly making her wince but the one at her hips yells at him to knock it off and for the time being, Chelsea has a bit of a break. She breathes raggedly, unable to see, her mouth sucking in sickly glue from the tape on her lips. She tries to relax, to not think on the pain.
It becomes somewhat more difficult when the man begins to work over her anus, that rag pushing into a hole far too small for its size. She arches her back, the veins along her neck bulging, chest rising, but the pain from the clamps themselves keeps her from moving too far. She just wonders when all of this agony will end?
Then there is a rough pressure as hard water hits the walls of her sphincter, the head of some hose being pushed in. She feels her stomach swell and groans, twisting her arms in her binds. What are they doing?! She shakes her head back and forth, part of her screaming for them to stop already. To just... stop.

Jose watches as the woman’s stomach begins to expand, swelling in size, her womanhood dribbling with water it wishes to release as her body begins to take in a greater amount than it should be able to in optimal settings. He grins, almost relishing the idea of making her swell so far that she explodes. But no, he thinks, shaking his head. That would destroy all the fun and set things off too early, and he himself wishes to enjoy the pleasures of a woman as much as any of these other ragtag losers, two of which have already tasted her pleasures so why should he be the one left out?
He pushes down on her swelling belly, enjoying how she cries out, the water no doubt swirling inside her, sending shafts of pain through her system. It’s such a wondrous thought, this pain he is causing. He expands her stomach further, making her writhe in discomfort. He holds the hose in until her body feels as if it is stretched as taught as it will go and then pulls out the nozzle, all the water sloshing out with the internal contents of her stomach in a great spray of water and fluid.
He watches this with a bit of a critical eye, noting that while the water shoots outwards in one massive spray, the grease he’d filled her with does not come out as cleanly as he’d have liked. Oh, pieces do come out, dribbling black ink thickly and coming out in spurts with the water, but not enough to say that the whole of her body is actually cleaned out of the sticky fluids. Her anus, like wise, sprays more water but the grease bubbles out slowly, almost sluggishly slow.
Jose grimaces. He regrets now his rash decision to have been putting grease into the woman’s body. It’s come back to bite him now that he just wants a good clean shafting in her cooch.
“The bitch ready to be steam rolled?” he hears Ivan’s annoying high pitched voice say from behind him.
He shakes his head, but nods, waving his arm in the woman’s general direction. Let Ivan’s shaft be the one to clean her out and get covered with grease... again. He’ll have no worry with letting “that” happen. Smiling, he steps aside so that Ivan can take his part in helping himself to the woman and wonders if the man will actually notice she hasn’t been fully cleaned out yet?

Ivan looks over the woman, running his tongue over his lips, staring at her pale white skin. She looks so delicious, he thinks, he can barely hold it. He grabs the edges of his pants and struggles with pulling them off, only barely remembering to unbutton the top button before pushing the jeans down to his legs. He throws the material onto the floor around his legs and waddles over to the woman awkwardly with the others laughing around him. He pays them no mind, heading towards the woman.
He stops and looks over that pale, pink snatch and pushes two fingers into her hole, watching as her body jerks upwards, she twisting in her binds. They really should have kept her awake earlier. It’s more fun to watch her squirm.
He pulls out his fingers, pushing them between his lips and spits almost instantly. “Fuck!” he yells. “It taste like fucking motor oil!”
The men around him laugh, Jose slapping Ivan’s back playfully as he leans over, his face red with barely contained laughter. “Sorry man, I tried to clean her out from the grease. But she isn’t exactly clean yet.”
Ivan pushes the man’s hand away, grunting. His member loses some of its rigidity for a moment but as he looks down at that pink pussy, those lips seeming so raw and alive, his member quickly stiffens once more and he finds himself rubbing it. Ah, fuck it, he thinks, and grabs her ankles, lifting her legs up over her head so her vagina is twitching, the girl yelling behind her gag of tape, which is becoming more audible as the tape becomes saturated in her saliva. He grunts, realizing this position is a lot more difficult to maintain than he’d initially imagined when he’d had his fantasies. Still...
His eyes wander over those pulsing lips, black slime and cum dribbling from the opening almost as if beckoning him to push himself inside. He bites down his lower lip, pushing on her legs with his shoulders as he positions himself awkwardly into her entryway. The men around him laugh, but he pays it little mind, his lust greater than his shame as he thrust deep inside, her legs pushing back on him.
Her lips feel very wet, but despite that and the feel of the slimy grease also hugging his member, her lips grip him tightly, squeezing his member. He groans as he feels her touch and twist his hips, feeling how her body holds him tight and lets himself enjoy the feeling as he feels the first trickles of precum form on the edges of his member. Grinning, he thrust with one quick jab into the woman’s genitals, watching as her back arches and she cries out.
Yes, that’s the reaction he’s wanted when he fantasized about her. Agony and pain. It is so much better when she’s awake.
He takes another thrust deep inside her body and hears her whine behind the gag, trying to reposition herself into a more comfortable position. Ivan grins, his smile turning wide and sickly, revealing his yellowed teeth, darkened from cigarette smoke. He pushes his weight against her and thrust again, hearing her moan and then begins to thrust more quickly, thrusting in as hard and deep as he can. The woman moans in distress and it spurs him on.
His thrust become violent slaps as he begins pumping into her hips like he were a jackhammer, beating away at her genitals with his own, the machine groaning beneath them. The girl wails beneath him as he beats against her body, enjoying how her hips hug him wetly, snugly, and it spurs him to be more brutal, beating and thrusting faster. He watches those breasts swing left and right, jiggling beneath her legs and finds himself drooling over her body, pushing against her with a violent glee.
This... this is exactly what he imagined. Beating against a body forcibly with a warm bitch holding him tightly as she screams bitterly. If only all his days could be like this... if only.

Jose watches with a rapt expression, rubbing his chin, feeling his member tent up against his pants. While a bumbling idiot for the most part, Ivan really does know how to pound a bitch good. Jose watches, enjoying how her body jiggles with each thrust, the tire changer groaning beneath both bodies while the woman cries out with each grunt and push of the man above her.
Though, Jose thinks, that may also have something to do with the fact that the man never bothered to remove the cables clamping shut on the woman’s sensitive genitalia. The clamps still bite down savagely on her swollen nipples, the ends now purples and bloody. Her cunt too has a nice liquid red traveling beneath it with each blow from the man who keeps beating his hips against her has to be an intense nightmare. He’s surprised she can keep her cool as well as she does. Yes, thinks Jose, nodding. No doubt those clamps have something to do with her reaction and it makes the show all the more worthwhile.

Ivan beats his hips against the woman, his loins growing terribly hot as more fluids begin to form within his shaft. He hopes that he can hold it in long enough to enjoy this awhile longer, but as he thrust, jerking against the woman, he doesn’t believe he’ll be able to hold it long. His body is already too hot with how the woman’s body wraps him like a glove, rubbing back and forth, coaxing the seed from his hips. The fucking bitch is asking for it, and he’s going to give it to her!
He slams his hips back against her, the tire changer rocking beneath him, groaning loudly as it shakes back and forth with his pumping hips, the sounds of wet slapping drowning out the woman’s screams that are near his ears. Or maybe it’s because of his own cries? He is groaning, each thrust and pull bring a sound deep within him that he can’t hold back. The fire in him is growing stronger and he can’t keep it in. He beats against her with a few more hard rough thrust and feels as his seed spits deep inside her body, spraying her womb full of his fluids. He cries out, arching his back, pushing his member in to the hilt as his member shoots its load off into the cunt’s body. A few more quick jabs and he feels himself emptied out inside her, the woman sobbing beneath him. He doesn’t care.
He leans down and runs his tongue over her breasts, just now realizing the cables are in the way, but this too does not matter. He taste her sweat, the blood running down those great orbs as he pumps away at her until his balls are bone dry and he keeps pumping just for the joyous feel of those lips wrapped around his member, holding it so tightly and warmly.
A few more final thrust and he pushes away, gasping and laughing, falling flat on his butt with a thud, his member twitching still as the final dredges of cum spill out. Guess he wasn’t bone dry yet.
Jose slaps him on the shoulder, grinning down at him.
“She as good as she looks?” the man ask.
“Better,” says Ivan. “Much better!”