[darkstalker]

The man simply laughs speaking of how tight her canal is and how he has to work into it. He slaps his hand down on the outer region of her vagina, making her cry out. “Stop squirming, bitch,” he growls, “hard enough getting my wood into your hole when it’s as small as it is!”
Sam ignores his commentary, the pain at the lower end of her body more than she feels she can physically handle. He is squirming, pushing in and out slowly, his head pushing into her body and then pulling out, her skin stretched out taught against his manhood, causing her an unreasonable amount of pain and agony at her lower extremities.
The man makes his way into her body, sending sharp lances of pain racing up her spine with each push and pull, but so her vagina being so small that it actually seems to hold the man in as he tries to remove himself rather than push him out. Samantha groans, her toes curling and uncurling in an attempt to try and find purchase on the table and release some of the pain she is holding with little result.
Eventually the man does make his way through, slamming into the edges of her cervix with one savage blow, making her cry out in agony, her back arching and the veins along her neck pushing outwards as her body deals with the pain. As the man’s body wriggles inside her does she now realize the extent of the hard object lodged in her anus, it pushing against her stomach.
“P-pleassse...” she whispers. “Take it out. The pain... I can’t handle them both! I ... Aaaarrraaaghh!!”
She screams out as the man slams his member deep into her cervix with brutal force, sending the pain from both ends racing up her spine. She realizes with him inside her how little keeps her body from splitting apart, the skin membrane between her anus and vagina little more than a stretched sheet of paper. If he pushes too hard this man will tear through her membrane giving her real damage, she thinks.
The man slaps her vagina hard once more, laughing loudly, his belly jiggling, sending more shafts of pain through her as his member wriggles with his laughter.
“Shut up bitch,” he says, gripping one breast with his hand and crushing it savagely. “Think I care what happens to you?” He slaps her other breast with his free hand making her wince. “I don’t give a fuck. Now shut it until I’m done here.”
Samantha groans, biting down on her lower lip. These men, they’re monsters, she thinks. They seem to not care one way or another what happens to her and are so brutal with their treatment of her.
Tears form under her eyes and she wonders how much she can really endure?

Rueben grins, leaning down towards the woman, crawling along her body with his hands until he has hold of her two, large, round, delicious orbs and grabs hold, digging his nails in firmly.
“Aaauuughhh!” she screams, as his hands find purchase. “What are you doing!?”
He grunts, pulling on her breasts as he slams down into her, pushing down until he hits her cervix. She cries out as his member meets the edges of her womb. “Just getting a firm anchor so I can fuck!” he says.
The girl tries to writhe, but with Oscar holding her down, she settles on weeping, pushing against the man’s legs uselessly with her taped arms. Rueben smiles and comes down on her once more, letting his body bang against her hips, making her cry out in her lovely voice once more. He lets himself rest there for a time before pulling back and then falling back down, enjoying how the woman screams with each thrust. How her body arches, her large breasts pressing even more nicely against his hands, filling them so beautifully. He enjoys seeing how the veins along her neck begin to bulge, her teeth grinding down against one another as her eyes squeeze shut, trying to ignore the pains of the outer world. He takes it all in and enjoys it all.
Soon though, his body begins to crave more and he can no longer allow himself to simply gaze upon her, taking in her agonies. No, his body demands more and he soon finds himself beating a steady rhythm against her hips, slapping wetly while the table beneath them rocks, wobbling on its thin metal legs, threatening to give way beneath them. Rueben lays into her, slamming into her cervix again and again, taking delight in how the woman beneath him groans and cries out with each thrust and pull of his member inside her. Her legs bounce at his sides, the table jangling with each blow, the woman throwing her head left then right, trying to endure the pain.
This continues for about five minutes with the table giving its own protest along with the woman’s. As his pace increases he can feel the bar of metal pushing against the thin membrane separating her anus from her vagina, it almost threatening to give way with his thrust. Not that he concerns himself with that. Only with the fucking and how wonderful this bitch feels.
His thrust grow more fervent as the heat begins to rise within him, speeding up in pace and thus beating against the woman until he is pushing his hands down on her breasts, arching his back and crying out, his seed spilling into her womb. She screams with him, but more in despair than in joy.
He removes himself slowly, slapping one of her breasts with a wicked blow that rings in the still park and pulls out with a sickening squelch. He looks at her genitals, her vagina now inflamed and red, his cum bubbling out, bits of it popping as it drips down over her anus, mixed in with a little bit of red where some tearing occurred. He nods his head and slaps the same tit once more, making the woman moan.
He looks around and watches as Billy and Glenn rub their cocks on her tits, wiping some precum on them while Oscar goes about pulling the woman’s head back and pushing his member back into her mouth, intent on his blow job. The woman swings her body back and forth, her large breasts slapping left and right as she tries to resist, sounds of gagging heard from the end of the table. He nods, watching her legs rub against each other, ready for the next fuck.
“Alright,” he says, “Billy, you’re up!”

“Now where did we leave off,” says Oscar, pulling the woman’s head back and slamming his member down into her throat once more, enjoying how she begins to gag. Her cheeks puff up beautifully and he sees how her eyes grow wide, her arms slapping uselessly at his legs.
“Oh shove it, now,” he says. “You knew you weren’t out of this yet,” he says, pushing his member hard against one of her cheeks so it pushes out. “Least not till’ you make me cum.”
He pulls his member out from her lips with a pop, leaving her gasping. “No...please...” she whispers, breathing raggedly. “I don’t...”
“Shut up and suck, bitch!” he says, slapping her cheek hard as he pushes his member in against her throat. She starts gagging, her eyes growing wide, body swinging, breasts looking so beautiful as those hard nubs of her tits rise out towards the fresh morning air. It’s too bad Glen and Billy get to ruining it soon and quick, grabbing both breasts and beginning to maul them, biting into them. The girl begins to scream, her teeth like pinpricks against his member.
He slaps her once more, bringing some sense into her. “Now, don’t you go biting my dick off, you hoe. You do and I’m gonna’ make sure I squeeze that little swan neck of yours until I hear it snap! You get me, hoe?” he says, pushing his member down into her throat deeper. She answers with a gagging noise, his member soon being coated by her soft juices of spit. He smiles. Nothing is better than some head from a hot woman.
His smile soon turns upside down as he sees Glen and Billy wiping some precum over the top of the woman’s tits, leaving them both a slimy mess. As they swing with his own thrust into her mouth, he can see the milky substance running down their large globes, coming down over her shoulders. Really is filthy, he thinks.
Then he hears something that really makes him bitter. Rueben calls Billy over, telling him it’s his turn. Oscar groans and pulls out of the woman. No reason to get his dick bitten off as Billy is just as vicious with his fucking as Rueben. He slaps her across the face, hard enough to split her lip. “Don’t you think this is over, bitch,” he says. “You still haven’t made me cum!”
He grips her arms, holding her down and begins to wonder when it will be he’ll be allowed to cum and fill the woman’s mouth with his seed? He watches as Billy goes to taking position at the woman’s wide spread legs, the tilt of a smile on his lips. Well, at least the show is always good to watch....

Billy watches as Oscar walks off, leaving only he and Glen to tend to the whore. He shrugs his head, bothered but not otherwise caring. He can handle the whore on his lonesome if he needs to. Though it seems Glen is holding her down well enough, his body pressed down on hers, again taking her breast into his mouth and sucking on it, scraping his teeth along the edges, despite the fact that he’s just wiped some cum on it earlier. Billy shakes his head and smiles. That’s Glen for you, a single minded brute, but it can work to his advantage.
Walking over to the girl’s legs, he spreads them wide, holding his member, already dripping with precum and nearly slams his ballsack into the tire iron still sticking out from her ass, quivering and dripping with fluids.
“Fuck this,” he growls, taking the rod in one hand and giving it a firm jerk.

Samantha takes the few moments of break from the torment greedily as the large black man walks off to suck in some much needed air, her lungs taking in their fill of air, having been nearly blacking out around the man’s massive member. He’d jerked her head back in such a way that when he impaled her with his rod, Sam couldn’t breathe. It had been through shear force of will she hadn’t bitten him as she’d felt his hands squeeze around her neck, making his threat to choke her to death very real indeed.
But now she takes in a sputtering gasp, choking on the air, and sucks in the much needed oxygen, coughing with a sickly thrumming noise to her chest. Bastard had really been trying to choke her. He......
“AAAAuuuuuggghhhhhh!” Sam screams as she feels the metal rod in her anus not simply being pulled, but wrenched out with such a quick force that she nearly feels her anus spill out with it. The pain from the sudden removal of the rod sends a horrid fire rushing up her spine as her anus screams in agony. It is enough to nearly make her lose consciousness. Blessed would the heavens be if they’d really let her do that.
As her head is falling back, her mind drifting, sharp daggers find her breasts and she jerks back up, shrieking. The man between her legs has leaned forward, now taking one of her breast in his hard, calloused hand and works it over with his teeth, biting down as if he wishes to tear a chunk away. He wears at her breast, twisting left and right, making her scream in agony. She lifts her arms to fend him off and someone is grabbing both her arms, pulling them back.
“Oh, just you wait,” says a greasy man above her. “He’s just getting started.”
She looks from him to the one mauling her breasts, his teeth sunk into her nipple, pulling until her breast is stretched out to its full length before letting it repel back down with a painful snap.
“Mmm....tasty,” the man says, massaging her breasts with both hands, squeezing them so they bulge. Sam feels the tears in her eyes welling up, her lips whispering a silent prayer as the man plays with her body in a brutal fashion.

Carl flicks the switch to his lighter, pushing it towards the end of cigarette, watching as the end burns of the butt burns a dull orange above the flame. He sucks in a breath of nicotine, then blows it out slowly, the passenger side of the van filling with the smoky air.
He hears the girl scream outside and turns slowly, looking towards the general vicinity of the rape, watching as Billy rams his cock into the girl, the table visibly thumping as he does so. He watches the whole thing shake as the girl is pushed up and down against it, the body of it threatening to collapse under the weight of the duo. The girl is crying, shaking her head back and forth while Billy has his way with her, banging her hard, her legs trying futilely to wrap around his body and being flung around like thin sticks while the girl screams her lungs out. And Billy? He’s not only fucking the little bitch for all she’s worth, but he’s also mauling her breasts, teeth scraping along the body and ripping at her tits. The girl tries to bang his head with her wrapped up hands and Carl soon hears a slap heard loudly over the fucking. Her reward for her efforts. He turns away, chuckling.
“Not gonna’ try for another fuck at her mouth,” asks Rueben, looking down at his cigarette with a dreamy look.
“Nah man,” says Carl, pulling his cigarette from his lips and twirling it in his fingers before looking back towards Billy, who is slamming his girth into the girl, making her cry out. “That guy fucks her harder than you do and I’m not fond of the idea of losing my dick. If you know what I mean?”
Rueben chuckles and slaps him on the shoulder a few times. “No complaints here. I like my own dick where it is.”
“Just one question,” says Carl, “what the hell is Glenn doing?”
Rueben leans over, squinting his eyes, looking at Glenn who stands next to Billy now and nods. “Good question,” he says, leaning back against his seat. “Haven’t the foggiest.”
Carl looks down at his cigarette, the burnt stub remaining as a short little butt and flicks it out the window. “Yeah. Ain’t my problem anymore. At least not till I get my turn with the bitch.”
“That’s the way to think it,” says Rueben. “It’s not your issue until the guy makes it yours.”
“Right,” says Carl, leaning back against the seat and tapping his hand on the door impatiently. “Now I just gotta’ wait for my turn.”
He turns and watches the show idly, enjoying it for what it’s worth, a grin tilting the ends of his lips.

Glen had been pushed aside, Billy’s overzealous desire to consume the woman taking over and thus Glen had been forced to essentially watch. Watch from the side lines as the man mauls and sucks on the woman’s teets while he has to sit with hands in his pockets, waiting as Billy gets his hilt into her and continues with his rigorous fucking. All this while Glen has his obvious hard on, keeping him distracted, a wet milky fluid already waiting to be spurted out and into the bitch whore.
He shakes his head. Fuck it, even if Billy is still fucking her, he’ll do something. Can’t just stand around and do nothing!
He walks around the woman, watching as Billy’s dick slams into her repeatedly, making the table rock, the metal hinges on it screaming in agitation as Billy threatens to cripple them and bring he and the girl down to floor level with the table leveled. That isn’t really a concern to Glen though. But...
He sees the pliers between the woman’s legs, just beneath Billy’s hips and goes to pick them up, brushing under Billy’s scrotum which does not go unnoticed by the man, who turns to him with a glare. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing,” the man shouts. “I’m busy here.”
“Yeah... you are,” says Glen, turning the pliers over in his hands, a dark thought forming in his mind. “But watch this!”
He sticks his finger into her anus, feeling how surprisingly tight it is as he pushes his finger in and out, enjoying how the woman squeals because of it. He begins to push it in and out faster, pumping it like a modified dick.
Billy looks down at it and shrugs. “Whatever, man,” he says, “I’m getting back to my fucking!”
“You do that,” says Billy offhandedly. He thrust his finger in and out, noticing how the woman begins to stir, her body tightening around his digit as he does so. Sounds come from her lips, and Glen can swear he can see her lips part in ecstacy. Her eyes begin to flutter even while Billy is jamming his cock into her tight orifice. Something that does not go unnoticed by Glen who can feel the man’s member pushing against his finger as he fucks her anus. Yet, at once, he notices her clit begin to push out from under her hood, growing larger.
Bitch is getting off to this, he thinks. Let’s see what we can do about that.
He stuffs the pliers into his pocket and pulls out his hand, gripping the nub of her clit and begins to stroke it in quick, circular motions. The woman instantly reacts, bucking suddenly as she lets out a long moan.
“What the fuck?!” Billy yells, not having expected her reaction or her body’s sudden need to clamp down on his member, but Glen ignores his friend’s surprise, continuing to rub and stroke the woman’s clit, feeling it grow progressively larger the more he plays with it.
Billy pulls out, watching as Glen begins to fuck her anus more vigorously with his finger while at once stimulating the woman’s clit, her body arching as he does so, vaginal slit opening as if wishing to admit another man into its doorway.
“Bitch is really getting into this,” says Billy, surprise on his face.
“Not for long,” Glen whispers, pulling out the pliers. He’s been watching for her clit to bulge to the proper size so it can’t hide itself again under her hood. He places the pliers around either side of her clit, looking the woman over and taking the look of her body in, grinning as he sees her body writhe in pleasure. At the height of her arousal he squeezes the pliers shut with sudden pressure.
The reaction is as sudden as it is short. The woman lets out a terrifying scream and then drops back, her mind succumbing to unconsciousness while Glen begins to laugh.
Billy looks from him to the woman and shakes his head. Her clit has turned to a sickly dark color, a dribble of piss spilling from her abused cunt as the woman’s body shakes in spasms.
“You’re one twisted little fuck,” says Billy. “You know that, right?”
“Maybe,” says Glen, a malicious light in his eyes as he turns away from her. “But I still enjoyed it.”

*****
“Fuck man,” says Billy, looking over the now damaged woman, her blackened clit standing out towards him. “ That’s a total bone killer, that.”
“That right,” says Glen, looking the man over sheepishly with a big grin. “Thought it’d take more than a blackened clit to turn you off.”
“Well it didn’t,” says Billy, turning away with a glower.
Glen shrugs, unzipping his pants, his member already hard and rigid, veins bulging along its length. He strokes his cock slowly, looking at the younger man. “Well then,” he says, “guess I’ll be taking my turn with the bitch instead.”
“Yeah, whatever,” says Billy, angrily, stepping back aways with arms crossed, glaring at him. Glen shrugs. This suits him well enough.
As he pushes his pants down, he looks over the woman’s spread body, how her pussy lies exposed to the sun, dripping both cum and urine. He’s not much for sloppy seconds nor is he that into piss, but he’s not going to pass up fucking a woman like this. Still, he doesn’t want something that dirty covering his dick. Then he realizes he can just fuck her asshole instead.
He levels his member towards the pinkish hole and begins to push into the unconscious woman softly at first then with more vigor, her anus gripping his member tightly as he pushes inwards, further stretching her damaged hole. Her anus spreads slowly at first but soon loosens and grips his members roughly, a slick warmth running the length of it, making him think it’s probably the blood running down it from her previous injuries. Not that he cares.
He begins pushing in and out, softly at first to get himself warmed up. The unconscious woman shows no signs of waking up or reacting.
“Fine,” he says, leaning over her prone form, “be that way.”
He shoves his member into her all the way in one thrust and only gets a thump from the table and nothing more. The woman’s lips part only slightly but she remains out of it, much to his chagrin. Twisting his lips in a sneer, Glen grips one of her nipples, twisting it as far as it will go, while leaning down and running his tongue over the other, before taking the full thing into his mouth and sucking on it as if it were a pacifier, pulling back and letting it come out with a pop.
Still nothing. The woman lies flat as a board, not reacting except for the slight rise and fall of her chest. He slaps her right breast with a hard blow, seeing if it’ll get a reaction from her and finds nothing. He slaps again, harder, and still nothing.
He does it a third, fourth, fifth time and still nothing. It begins to anger him so he begins to thrust into her body with greater vigor, slamming himself up and down on her, jerking the table on its hinges as he does so. The table thumps up and down, bumping with each thrust but the woman reacts as much as if she were a corpse.
“Fuck you,” growls Glen. “Fuck you. I’ll make you hurt... I swear it bitch...” he hisses, watching her prone form with nothing to show for it but the manic slapping of her body as he pounds away at her, grates at his nerves.
He’ll find a way, he thinks. A way to make her hurt and scream, just as she did with the pliers. He’ll find a way...

Billy watches, his frown slowly twisting into a smile as he notices how Glen seems to become increasingly frustrated with the woman’s lack of response. He thinks, the man really shouldn’t have interrupted him and should have let him finish his work with her, but this’ll show him not to interrupt. Besides...
He looks at her prone form, his eyes wandering over her body, those luscious orbs swinging up and down, slapping against her ribs wetly and flopping around more as Glen smacks them hard. He grins. Glen simply has no appreciation for a woman who is out of it, something Billy has no problem with.

Glen continues to thrust into her body, finding how well her body hugs at his member, coaxing the seed out from it. Despite his anger, he finds himself getting warmer, and the more he bruises her tits the more he feels himself get hotter. He watches them, watches as they get redder, more swollen as they bounce up and down and swing side to side with each blow he delivers. He licks his upper lip, leaning down and taking one nipple into his mouth, biting down on that pointed nub sticking out towards him and pulls back, stretching it taught before letting it snap back into place. The woman makes no sound but her nipple has become red, the marks of his teeth visible on it.
He smiles. This will be enough for him. He leans down and bites the side of her breast, feeling as if he wishes to take a bite out of her flesh while his member continues to thrust away at her tight anus. It won’t be long now before he cums and then that idiot can get back to fucking her... Or not. He doesn’t really care, not as long as he cums inside her first.

Billy watches, a sheepish grin on his face. The shit face is really getting into it, really pounding away at the woman’s asshole while he bites down on her tits, wearing away at them as if he were a rabid dog. It makes him chuckle. He always knew Glen was a tit man.
It isn’t too much longer before the man is arching his back, slamming away at the whore’s hole, jerking with spasms that rip through him as he tries to spread her legs wider, filling the unconscious woman with his seed.
Billy uncrosses his arms and nods. Even though his boner had been killed initially by the blackened clit, it’s back to full hardness, watching Glen pound away at her. He strokes his member, feeling it twitch.
Now it’s his turn to take the bitch, and he’ll ride her as he was supposed to the last time.

He moves over to her hips, spreading her legs wide, enjoying the view of her puckered pussy, how it almost seems to be gasping for air as it bubbles with drying cum dribbling over the edges. He smiles down at it, even her purpled clit seems to be so inviting now.
He leans down, squeezing the engorged organ and is pleased to hear the woman moan, her back arching as he crushes her clit between his fingers. He enjoys her soft whines and leans forward, holding his face inches away from her breasts as he rubs her pained clit, stroking it with his fingers, making her chest rise as soft sounds escape her lips.
He looks at those large mounds on her chest, marked with a bit of red now by his and Glen’s previous attentions. He moistens his lips in anticipation. Those breasts look so inviting and tantalizing, he feels he can’t ignore it.
He leans down, taking one of those large breasts with its hardened nipple sticking straight out, looking like the point of a fruit, inviting him to bite down on it. And that is exactly what he does.
He takes her breasts, as much as he can, into his mouth as if he were going to swallow it. First suckling on it like a newborn and then running his tongue over her nipple. First circling it slowly, then flicking it softly with the tip of his tongue, all while he continues to play with her clit. This causes the woman to push her body upwards, pushing it towards him, jabbing the roof of his mouth with her nipple. He takes this as a sign of what he should do and reacts.
While teasing her he’s avoided using his teeth but now as she pushes towards him, he thinks it is time to stop playing. He holds himself over her tit, just brushing his teeth over her nipple, just feeling it tingle against the edges of his cuspids. His breathing becomes harder, his heart beating faster as he rubs her clit faster, squeezing harder and massaging it as if it were the woman’s shoulders. This causes her to push her body forward more, almost seeming to push her areola against his teeth, they brushing the many bumps of her breast against his cuspids. No longer able to take it, he bites down on her nipple.
The woman gasp as he sinks his teeth down, pulling back on her teet, stretching that firm meat and pulling it to its length before allowing himself to release it with a snap. It comes back, her breast jiggling with the blow. He leans back down, lapping away at her nipple and sucks on it softly before pulling away once more able to see the impressions of his teeth left embedded in the tender flesh.
Now, he thinks, it is time to take her womanhood.

He pulls back, letting his eyes wander over her intimate regions, seeing how her body still seems to pulse and twitch, her vagina wet with lubrication from previous use. Billy grins, looking down at it, slowly running a finger over the woman’s damaged clit. She moans in distress and this pushes him over the edge, his emotions already an unstable mix. Those sounds further push what feelings he already had masked under the skin now coming to surface at full force.
Quickly, he undoes his pants anew, pulling them down over his ankles and without waiting, thrust his member deep inside her womanly passage, feeling as her body grips his manhood. He slips in easily, sliding in through the sensitive organ to the walls of the womb. He groans, feeling the edge of her womb as he pushes himself inside, almost the whole of his cock swallowed by her greedy pussy before he can’t push it any further.
He holds himself there for a time, gyrating his body, allowing himself to feel how moist and wet she is, her body like a velvet glove over his genitals as her body squeezes them tighter.
Slowly, he pulls out, his member wet with her juices and then thrust in with one quick jerk. There is a low grunt from the woman but nothing more. He pulls out once more before thrusting back in. With each thrust, he pulls out a little faster and comes in a little harder. It isn’t long before he’s pulling her legs up over her shoulders and pounding away at her pussy lips, her body slapping wetly against his own, ball sack smacking against her vaginal lips as he thrust in and out in a frenzy. Quickly, he regains his former traction from his earlier altercation with the woman, beating against her with gusto.
He grins, looking down at that pained face, her breasts swinging wildly, slapping at her rib cage, moving in circles on her chest and her lips quivering as he jams himself in and out, beating a tempo against her faster, going faster and faster.
His heart thunders, beating a quick tempo, his muscles straining as he holds his position above her, pressing her legs against her body, his brow becoming slick with his own perspiration, but he refuses to slow. Instead trying to work himself into a greater frenzy, beating against the woman’s body hungrily, as if trying to devour her with his cock.
He feels as much as hears the squelching noise as the woman’s warm pussy sucks greedily at his member, dragging out his seed, warming his ball sack. He tries to hold himself back, tries to not let himself think overly and just keep his stamina up... but he does not last long and soon finds himself jerking backwards, holding her legs tight as he presses himself deeply against the woman, pushing down into her cervix, feeling his hot seed spill deep inside her. With quick jabs he stabs at the woman’s insides, each jab bringing a greater flood of cum until he finds himself spent, leaning over the edge of the bench, gasping for breath.
“Alright punk, get offa’ her,” says an angry voice, flicking the butt of a cigarette at his forehead, making Billy scramble back haphazardly, falling on his tail with crunch. He looks up, feeling the burn of the cigarette butt on his brow and stares up at the large black man undoing his trousers.
“I gave all of you yahoos a good turn before me, now it’s my turn to get the goods I came for!”
Billy rubs his brow, grimacing. Perhaps he’d enjoy the sight of the man’s large purpled member flicking out of his pants a little more if his brow didn’t burn so. As is, he feels a bitter resentment for the man but lets it go as he stuffs his member back into his pants. He’s the junior, so he’ll let it be, but he doesn’t have to like it. He heads off to the van, kicking the dirt angrily, his erection already gone with Carl’s actions.

Carl looks over the woman’s still form, stroking his member with slow, hard strokes, feeling it harden and engorge itself in his hand. He can feel it growing stiffer and more bulbous as he strokes it silently and simply nods with a grimace. He’s waited more than patiently to take the whore and it’s about time he get his due.
She lies on the bench stretched out, arms to either side of the bench, legs hanging over the edge and her head hanging over the opposing edge. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is partially open, tongue just visible, eyes fluttering, almost as if inviting him to stick his member in and that’s exactly what he intends to do. Too long during this brief little trip has he let the other men take their turns with the bitch, much at the cost of his own pleasure as they took the woman forcibly, beating her in such a way that he couldn’t satisfy his own needs without serious risk to his own self. But now that they’re all done. Now’s his time to take her the way “he” wants, and no one will say otherwise.
He pushes some of her dark hair out of the way from her face, tilting her head towards his member. Slowly, he rubs his member in circles around her lips, letting them feel his girth before he slowly pushes his cock inside her mouth. He takes his time with her, allowing her mouth to take him in and adjust, widening so she can breathe around him. Inch by painful inch, he forces it in, the woman making gagging sounds as he pushes more of his member inwards.
He enjoys the sounds she makes, the retching noises that come from her lips as his member slides in like a snake slipping into its hole. Her body’s reflexes simply aid in this, taking more and more of him in.
When he is as far as he can go, he allows himself to relax, feeling her body and how tightly it holds him. He groans, seeing the impression of her throat as it bulges with his member twitching inside. He runs his fingers softly through her hair, enjoying the sight.
“Oh baby,” he whispers, “wish you could know just how fine those damned lips of yours are. Like the devil kissing my pecker.”
The woman does not answer, but as he pushes just a bit further, he forces the woman to issue those gagging sounds and he thinks, this is what the heavens must feel like. Or maybe a better position in hell at least.
Slowly he pulls out then pushes in and then out, being careful not to rush too much lest he make her body clench down on his manhood with her sharp teeth. Because of this it is sluggish at first, his member having a bit of trouble hardening but soon her mouth itself is coaxing it along and he can feel it grow to its full length.
Unlike the men at her legs, the whole of his mahood is deep inside the woman and he groans in ecstacy. This is why he prefers a woman’s mouth to her ass or her pussy, because she can take all of him in and make him feel this way, and that feeling is just so great.
Soon he finds himself slapping away wetly against her lips, holding the sides of her head while he pushes in and out, enjoying the sounds of retching and choking the woman makes. He groans in joy and nods.
Her mouth coaxes that cum out, that heat that has been building inside him for some time. While he can hear that Rueben and Billy have come out from the van and are issuing some bitter complaints about his progress, he pushes them out of his mind. The feelings at his crotch are too strong to ignore, her lips taking in the full length of that member, slipping out halfway and then plummeting back into those silken shores. He groans, throwing his head back and as he pulls back, he thrust in a little harder, finding those feelings too hard to ignore.
A few hard quick thrust and that heat that was building, pours out, spilling into the woman’s throat. To avoid choking, her body is instantly sucking down the liquid, he seeing her throat muscles tighten, swallowing motions clearly visible, adding a new level of enjoyment to his already hardened cock. If not for Glen showing up with some wasp’ nest on a branch, he’d have gone around and done the woman’s pussy next, but as is, he simply stares at the man who looks at him with a overly joyous expression, swatting away at the wasp that fly near him.
“What the fuck you doing with that, man?” he says, pulling out his member and cleaning it off on the woman’s hair, leaving a trail of cum through the silken strands. The other man simply grins, the veins around his eyes a vibrant red.
“You’ll see,” he says. “You’ll see. I’ll make this bitch scream.”
As the man looks down at the woman, Carl can only think he’s glad to have finished when he did, as the look the man is giving makes him fairly certain he wouldn’t have waited with whatever he plans to do. And from the looks of it, that thing will not be good. Not good at all.
“Sorry, honey,” he says, patting the unconscious woman lightly on the cheek. “Seems Glen wants another go at you and it just ain’t gonna’ be the sorta’ thing you’re gonna’ walk away from.”
He turns towards the man and nods. “She’s all yours, man.”
The man’s lips spread into a wild grin and for a quick moment, Carl feels afraid for the woman, then those feelings are gone and he turns away, his lust now sated.

Rueben comes walking down the path back into the park, eager to get the trip under way now that each of the guys has gotten a piece of the tail from the bitch, but the look Carl gives him as he wanders past makes Rueben pause.
“What’s up?” says Rueben, stopping the man.
“That dude, your boy, Glen,” says Carl with nearly frightened look to his face. “He wants to do some fucked up shit.”
“What kinda’ shit?” he ask.
“You go and see, man,” Carl says, shaking his head. “I don’t want any part of it.”
Rueben watches the man stomp away and grimaces. He wonders what it is that Glen can be up to when he comes upon Billy and Glen, with Billy almost on top of the woman, spreading her legs wide as Glen starts shoving... a bee’s nest between the woman’s legs? What the fuck, he thinks and heads towards the pair intent on stopping the whole affair. One thing is raping the bitch, another to try and do... whatever this shit is. Carl is right, this is some fucked up shit and it’s gone far enough.

Glen is grinning ear to ear as Billy all so helpfully spreads the woman’s pussy lips apart, allowing him to push the nest into the girl’s legs. Already, the wasp are getting agitated, buzzing about the woman’s hips and around his head. One stings him on the cheek, making him yelp, but this just makes him angrier as he shoves more of the wasp’ nest into the woman’s genitals.
“Keep quiet, will you?” he says. “Don’t make a sound, eh? Well, let’s see how quiet you can stay when you got a fucking wasp’ nest down your cunt!”
One of the wasp surfacing out from the nest flies out and stings him on the wrist, making him jerk back while Billy laughs.
“Fuck you,” Glen growls, shaking his hand. “That fucking hurt!”
“Serves you right for playing with bees!” says the young man, grinning, his eyes a bright shine as he’s already stepped well away from the table with the wasp circling, but he’s done his job already, thinks Glen. The woman’s own legs hold the wasp’ nest there, resting not so comfortably as she begins to stir, the wasp exiting their wrecked home and wreaking havoc on the one they believe to have perpetrated the assault. It makes Glen smile to see how easily these dumb animals can be used, watching as they sting the whore’s legs and pussy. His smile falters though, it’s not quite enough yet. The woman is grimacing, moaning lightly, but her pain isn’t enough. Not nearly.
Taking his good hand, he jabs at the nest with the long branch he used to carry the nest over, jabbing at it over and over as he pushes it into the woman’s legs, the juices of the honey like liquid from the nest pooling outwards while the animals buzz about angrily. He sees the woman begin to jerk and thrash on the bench as the wasp sting her insides and he stabs at the nest more, pushing it in deeper between her legs, crushing the nest inside, agitating the animals within into a frenzy.
She is thrashing violently now, banging on the table, her eyes jerking open as she wakens with screams, nice large breasts jiggling as the whole of her body thrashes back and forth, crushing the nest between her legs, inadvertently tightening her hold on the nest and trapping more of the stinging monsters between them.
“Not so quiet now, are you, bitch?” he says, with a grin and then begins to laugh.

Rueben comes on the scene when the woman is already beginning to writhe on the table, twitching and squirming as several insects buzz about her, Glen looking like a half crazed madman, eyes large and bulging as he pushes something inside the woman’s body with a long stick that is agitating the insects. Rueben stares, not fully comprehending what he is seeing. He feels his heart begin to beat faster, teeth grinding as hands curl into fist. He can feel the tension begin to rise in his body as that anger grows.
He was intending on letting the woman go. She wouldn’t have been able to do much with just having been out in the middle of nowhere, but with the torture going on and her waking up, she’ll be far more likely to recognize their faces. “Fuck,” he whispers and rushes the two men.

Glen is staring between the woman’s legs, grinning ear to ear. He pushes against the rod, watching the wasp hive crumple between those twitching pussy lips, listening joyously as the woman wakens, her moans turning into small cries which are rising into pained screams. How beautiful, he thinks. The bitch can’t hold herself anymore and now he gets to hear the beautiful music coming from her lips. It’s just...
A fist slams into the his face, throwing him back across the floor, skidding across the dirty grass.
“What the fuck?!” he says, holding a torn lip that is bleeding when a boot slams down on his head.
“You stupid... goddamned... fool!” says Rueben, stomping on him repeatedly, before pulling back and kicking him in the ribs, leaving him curling in a fetal position in pained agony.
“You damned idiot!” Rueben yells. “You really want the cops following us right away?”
“She saw us anyways already,” Glen says, getting up slowly. “So it’s not like it matters.” He spits to the side, wiping his face of the blood and grime. “So don’t you go fucking talking down to me. You agreed to this thing just like the rest of us!”
Rueben is quiet, his nostrils flaring as he clenches his fist, brow twitching. But he’s holding back, Glen can tell, cuz’ he’s thinking it over and recognizes that he has a point. The girl has already seen all their faces and they’ve already started torturing her and no way is Rueben gonna’ get off light on that if they are caught. Man has to know that.
The woman begins to cry out in earnest now, her eyes popping open, lips spreading as she lets out a loud scream. Glen takes the opportunity and lunges forward, giving Rueben a right hook to the jaw. The man stumbles back, but as he raises his fist, Glen points to the girl threateningly.
“You want to keep fighting,” he says, “or do you want to handle the bitch so she’s not telling people stuff she’s not supposed to?”
He can see Rueben mulling it over, his fist flexing, eyes steady on him, waiting for another attack, but when the woman screams a second time, he turns, back straightening. “Get the bitch quiet already,” he says in a growl. “We’ll get this fixed.”
“Yeah, man,” says Glen, grinning and loosening up his body when a fist rocks into his mid section, nearly toppling him. “Just remember who’s in charge here, pendejo.”
“Yeah...” says Glen, gritting his teeth. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Rueben glares at him and stomps away, the anger clear in his shoulders. Glen spits to the side and wipes the saliva and crusting blood from his lips.
“Hey!” Billy yells. “Hurry up and give me a hand! Bitch is awake!”
Glen looks towards the woman now, her large breasts flopping as she begins to kick out, thrashing on the table as the wasp continue to sting her body and clenches his fist, gritting his teeth. All this, it’s her fault! Hers and hers alone! If she hadn’t been such a stiff rod when he was fucking her then Rueben wouldn’t have laid into him like he did and none of this would have happened! It’s all her fault! And he’s going to make her hurt miserably for it. He will!

Samantha screams, the first pains ripping through her body as she wakens, her body feeling like a blistering hive of agony as small monsters rip away at her insides. It had started as fevered dreams with a mild pain that she could ignore, pretend wasn’t real. Something pounding away at her sex, a mere dream that she could blissfully forget. But then the bites had begun, and needles that stabbed at her skin. Slowly they had worked their way up through her conscious, forcing her to face the reality in front of her. Slowly, but soon growing more numerous, forcing her out of her dreamlike state in faster jolts, until her mind forced her to confront the reality before her. She screams as that pain sends sharp jabs up through her spine, reaching her cortex, making her eyes bulge and body thrash as if she were on a live wire.
As her mind begins to clear from the fog she realizes she feels something lodged in her vaginal orifice. Something where those monsters are attacking her from, biting and stinging. She shakes her body, slapping and punching, kicking at the blurry shapes that come near her and hears screaming. She’s not sure if they’re her own or not. Some of it sounds masculine, but she doesn’t care. She only cares about removing whatever is stuck between her legs and having that pain cease as whatever is stabbing her is inside her body and no matter how she shakes her body, she can’t feel it come out. She tries to move her hands to grab at whatever is inside her womb but finds them restrained and lashes out, violently, exhorting a power she wouldn’t believe she had, except the pain commands it and she can do not but pay attention to it and scream.
She thrashes about, feeling hot liquid slithering out from between her hips. She fears it is blood and bucks more violently because of it, as her mind begins to go into a hyper intense state. She hears more screaming, hears voices definitely not her own but can’t seem to make sense of what they say or make herself care. The pain... the pain is all and it consumes her mind completely. That is... until a blurry shadow comes upon her and something hard hits her across the face. Then everything goes dark except for that lingering pain. That pain where her body burns....

Rueben looks down at the woman who still twitches, the animals still buzzing angrily at her hips but most having either flown out of her body and away into the morning or still stuck, buried inside the woman’s genitals. He watches as one little monstrosity comes out, flapping its wings in a quick motion as it hits the ground with a sticky squelch, readying to take flight. Angrily, he brings his foot down on the creature, pushing the corpse into the ground, trying to bury the small animal into the earth. He steps away, looking at the earth and towards the bloody mess that is the woman.
She hangs limply in Billy’s arms now, twitching as the bugs continue the assault on her genitals. Her lower hips seem like a garbage can exploded on her insides. He can’t tell how much of the mess is actually her blood and how much is the rotten mess of the insect’s home. Whatever it is, he doesn’t care.
He looks towards Billy and Glen who are nursing injuries of their own, sustained from the woman’s violent thrashing. Glen is holding his upper lip, possibly holding a tooth in from where he’s bleeding. It seems the woman gave him a good blow before she fell unconscious from one of his own. Good then, maybe it’ll teach the man not to get too carried away with his deviousness.
Rueben orders both men to tie the woman’s limbs up and load her into the van, cleaning off what they can of the hive. He doesn’t want any of the little shits from the nest stinging him as they drive off. Billy complains but Rueben gives him a good wack, reminding him that he helped Glen hold her down while the man put the hive into the woman so he can share in the responsibility of taking it out. The young man pouts but does as he is told.
As Rueben watches the duo start to clean the woman out, Glen complaining about more bites and stings, he hears a light buzzing beneath him and watches as a wasp rises from the grass, hovering before him, before flying off.
Rueben sneers. He can’t help but think it’s the fates belittling him. He looks towards the woman, anger filling his heart. If the fates make light of him through the woman then it is she he will make suffer for their slights. He’ll make sure of it.