[darkstalker]

Ako shivers. She moans, twisting in her sleep and wakes with a yell. “Noooo!” she screams, sitting up, her chest heaving. She grips her shirt, breathing hard, her heart thundering.
“Haha! Bitch is really something,” says a loud voice.
She shudders, eyes wide, turning to see a large black man grinning, white teeth bright against his dark skin. On screen behind him is a blur of movement that looks sexual, but Ako’s eyes are still having difficulty adjusting. “Wh-where am I?” she asks, looking around the wooden building. For that’s what it is, a building of wood. Logs to be precise.
She stands up, her feet bare and chilled and wiggles her toes, biting her lower lip, running a hand briefly through her short hair. The sounds in the back persists, of flesh beating on flesh and a woman pleading someone to stop. It sounds like a rape. Like her dream. And in her dream she’d been the woman. She shivers inwardly, rubbing her hands over the goose bumps forming on her flesh.
“Bitch looks cold,” says a man. She turns, looking to him, bald with a hard look to his eyes, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.
“Well I know exactly what can warm her up,” says another man walking up from around the couch, gripping a beer in his hand, beer belly poking out over his pants. “Course, that’s after Mark finishes up with her.”
“Mark?” she says, her body shivering. She turns slowly, eyes wide.
“Over here Ako,” he says and her head turns quickly, locating him next to the wall. He’d been next to her the whole time and hadn’t said anything? This worries her more, the fear running into her stomach. “Mark,” she says. “What’s going on?”
Mark walks up to her and runs a hand slowly through her hair. “Ssshhhh...” he whispers. “Everything’s going to be alright. I’m here for you. Relax.”
There’s something wrong, she thinks. He wasn’t dressed like this when last she’d seen him. Like this in a dirty wife beater with an opened flannel shirt and rugged jeans, hair all messed and eyes so cold. No. He’d been someone else all together. “No...” she whispers. “Mark?”

Mark looks at his Asian doll, her arms curled around her stomach, running up and down her arms. The cleavage to her dress is showing, making her very enticing to look at. Her tits are pressing against the red fabric of her dress. Too bad she has that black bra on, what a shame to have her tits covered up like that....
And such nice cleavage too. He can see that nice tan flesh from the crop of her cow neck, the round melons pressing against the fabric just wishing to be released. Without a thought he runs his knuckles over her exposed cleavage lightly. Ako backs away suddenly, her hand pressing against her flesh. “Mark... no...”
He grabs her hair suddenly, jerking her head back hard. “No?” he says. “No?”
“Mark!” she screams. “You’re hurting me!”
“Yeah?” he says, and presses his mouth against hers, cramming his tongue into her orifice, forcing it between her teeth to probe at the walls of her mouth, so denied him previously. He doesn’t even notice as she claws at his chest, beating at it feebly.
He lets go of her and she tumbles backwards. “How was that Ako? Gentle enough?” he says mockingly.

Ako stares wide eyed, uncomprehending at the sudden change of character that has seemingly taken place over Mark. It scares her. She turns to run only to bump into the young skin head who’d been leaning against the far wall. He is quick to grip her wrist, holding her tight. “Let go of me!” she yells.
“Where are you going babe?” says the man. His hands are suddenly in her hair, mouth pressing against hers, invading it just as Mark’s had done. It is just as brutal and invasive. When he separates from her he spits on her face, lightly slapping her cheek.
Tears welling up, she suddenly turns and dashes to the door, slamming into it brutally, her shoulder burning with the impact. She scrabbles at the door handle, her hands slipping from it repeatedly. But even when she has it the thing only rattles. She tugs at it repeatedly, slamming her fist on the door. “Someone!” she screams. “Anyone! Help!”
She hears the men chuckle, like ravenous dogs and hears as their shoes tap on the wood lightly, heading in her direction. She beats on the wooden door which refuses to move a sliver, tugging violently at the handle, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Come on... come on...” she whispers.

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Mark laughs. The stupid bitch hasn’t even realized there’s a latch a few inches above her keeping the door bolted shut. And all of them are circling her, loving how that tan little rear moves behind that dress. It’s long and covers her up, but that can be corrected soon enough. For now, they can have some fun. Looking at her long legs as they shiver and stamp at the floor, Mark grins, his tongue running over his upper lip. Why hadn’t he done this earlier with Annie, he thinks.
As if thoughts of her spur some initiative in the girl, Ako is suddenly at the latch, trying to unhook it, her fingers fumbling at it. But as the bolt is beginning to slide back James grips her wrist, slamming her against the door. “Hey bitch! What do you think you’re doing?”
Her jerks her forward only to slap her hard. The sound cracks loudly in the small room and she stumbles, half dazed into Mark. “Back again so soon,” says Mark teasingly, his hands running down her hips, stroking her buttocks, fingers digging in. “No Mark...” she says, her voice choked. “Please....”
Mark turns her around suddenly, roughly grabbing her arms, twisting them behind her, nails digging into her skin. “Ow! Mark! You’re hurting me!” she screams, thrashing about frantically.
“Hey guys,” says Mark, ignoring her pleas. “The slut is begging for it! You gonna’ make her wait?”
“Mark?” she whispers, her voice filled with shock and ... betrayal? Only now, he thinks, grinning. What a stupid slut to only realize it now that he’s turned on her.
“Ow!” she yells. “No! Stop!”
Mark looks over her shoulder, watching as James pinches her nipple, twisting it hard. Even under her dress this can hurt badly. “Yeah....” he says. “Whores like this are meant to be used rough.”
“Aaaooowww,” Ako yells, her head tilting back, the scream coming out like a prolonged whine.
James grips her throat tight, squeezing. “Shut up bitch,” he hisses. “We all know you like it.”
Mark can see Ako’s eyes rolling up her skull, her lips quivering as she tries to suck in mouthfuls of air. Her fight is draining and he is about to tell James to lay off when the sounds from the television set sound, the woman on screen screaming. James turns to regard the screen, his grip on Ako loosening. “No one shut that damned shit off?” he hisses. “Christ.”
“Who cares about that,” says Chris, slipping his hand under Ako’s dress to cup one of her sizable breast. “This is the real shit, bro,” he says. “What do I care about some fake model in god knows where when we’ve got the real deal here?” He leans forward, running his tongue along Ako’s cheek, a trail of saliva smearing her skin. She whimpers in response.
“No,” says Mark, smiling. “We should show Ako what type of men we really are. Maybe she’d like to see the movie with us? Wouldn’t you sweetie?” He says, leaning towards her and nibbling on the end of her ear.
“Nooo...” she moans. “I want to go home!”
He grips the back of her hair then, holding her by one hand as she shrieks. “Look at those titties fly!” says Chris chuckling. Mark is silent. He jerks her along, sitting her next to Steve, who watches the movie blandly. On screen, a thin Asian man is pulling at the woman’s hair, making her scream as he rapidly thrust his hips against hers, the wet slapping of his manhood loud in the screen.
Mark sits down, running his hand up and down Ako’s thigh. She has her hands against the seat cushions, claws dragging into the upholstery. “How do you like it,” he says. “What we’re going to do to you is on screen.”
“Mark?” she says. “Why? What did I do wrong?” She stares at him, her eyes quivering, wet with tears. Mark is silent for a moment.
“Mark,” she says, trying to persist. “You know this is wrong. You have to...”
His hand swings forward, catching her across the cheek with a jarring force, making her yell. He grips her hair, shaking her as he screams in her face. “Have to?! Have to?!”
He jerks her dress up over her hips, grabbing her groin roughly. “Have to?! For what?! For a stuck up bitch who will never put out?! I don’t have to do anything!”
He slaps her again, her head banging against the back head rest, open full tears now streaming forth. “Now shut up and let me enjoy the movie,” he says, his hand lingering on her thigh, running up and down it.
She continues to cry, her tears cascading down her cheeks. Mark is silent, his fingers simply gripping her hips harder. She whimpers, her lip trembling. “Don’t worry baby,” says Chris, leaning over Mark. “We’ll treat you good.”
“Yes,” says Steve, running a finger down her cheek, wiping away a tear. “Very good. Well... as long as you treat us good. And you want to treat us good... don’t you Ako dear?”
Mark looks at Steve’s face, the darkness in the man’s eyes sending a shiver that breaks even through his burning anger. He winces, jerking his hand away from Ako’s thigh. She notices this, glancing at him momentarily before Steve tilts her chin back to him. “Look at me you gook whore. Your attention is here, see?”
She is shivering but she doesn’t avert her eyes. The sounds on screen are loud, the man starting to groan as he comes on closing to his climax. “Weak shit,” says Chris, tossing his beer can at the screen.
“Hey,” says James, “that’s your copy. You chose that “weak shit.”
“Oh shut up!” says Chris.
“Mmmm!” they hear Ako scream and turn to see as Steve is pressing himself against her body, his mouth against hers, her chin titled up, mouth slobbering over her. His fat body is leaning over her and the men cheer as Ako beats on the seat, kicking out with her feet, stamping them noisily on the floor. Steve puts it no mind, his free hand wandering down her chest, gripping her breast and kneading it in his hard hand.
Mark watches transfixed as the man works on her, slowly straddling her and then pulls away as both hands come up around her throat and he throttles her, shaking her violently. “Think you can hold back, do you?! That we won’t beat your ass like a chink bitch?”
He releases her with one hand and slaps her twice, each blow resounding in the room, followed by her screams, her hair swinging wildly with the shaking of her head.
“Enough of this shit,” says Chris, shutting the tv off with the video that has become tedious and boring to all of them. He tosses the remote aside and grabs a handful of Ako’s hair. “I want some of the real thing.”
He jerks her across the couch and tosses her to the floor, slamming it with her knees. He puts his shoe against her hips and pushes her hard, her body hitting the floor with a splat. “That’s where you oughtta’ be bitch. Like a dog you are chink whore!”
She stares, the tears running down her eyes. Her dress is now disheveled, hanging down one arm, her cleavage clearly visible for all the men to see. It warms Mark up and he feels his prostate beginning to tent up in his pants. But not yet. They can continue the fun for a bit more...

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