[darkstalker]

Ako hits the floor with a thud, her elbows ringing against the floor boards. Crying, she looks towards Mark for some hope, some shred of decency in the man. The thing she had started to fall in love with back when. But as she looks at him all she can see is a cold, hard spirit. It makes her shiver.
Tears running down her eyes she begins to stand up when the black man kicks her back down, her mouth thudding loudly on the floor. “Aaaghh!” she screams, the pain ringing in her jaw.
“Keep to the ground bitch!” says the man. “That’s all you Asian hoes are good for!” He kicks her in the groin making her yell loudly, doubling over, curling into a ball, one hand going towards her crotch instinctively, protectively.
But the man will have none of it, instead going towards her face and grabbing her hair, jerking her along the floor. “Mark!” she says pleadingly. “Mark!”
“Shut your fucking mouth bitch!” says the black man, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. As she shivers, fear taking her, he leans forward, pressing his lips harshly against hers, forcing his tongue between her lips. She tries to force him out, scratching at his chest and kicking at the floor. The crack against her face sends her sprawling. “Stop that!” says the man. “Woman needs to learn her place Mark!”
“That’s right boy,” says the older man, the fat one, walking towards her and placing his shoe against her crotch, the heel digging in. “She doesn’t know her place and it’s high time this gook learns it!”
“Aaaaahhh!” she shrieks, gripping his shoe. “Stop it! Stop!”
“Stupid bitch,” says the man, cracking her across the face himself, sending her backwards. Ako shivers, hugging her arms as the man barks at Mark. The men come, grabbing Ako roughly, two of the men pulling her legs wide while the third holds her torso, grabbing her by the breasts. She claws at the man’s hands, crying. “No! Stop! Stop!” she howls.
“No!” says the skin head, leaning towards her and licking the back of her ear. “Not gonna’ stop. Not till we all have our way with you!”
“Ahhhhh!” she screams. She doesn’t even notice when the old man is tugging at her dress until she hears the tear. Then she looks towards the man, seeing him holding a shred of her red dress. Tears well up in her eyes. That had been a gift from her grandmother. This dress....
How could Mark let this happen? She looks towards him with pleading eyes, mouthing why. He just stares back coldly.
Then the old man’s fingers are at her crotch and she struggles, bucking wildly. “No! Don’t touch me!” she screams. But it’s for not as the man grips her panties and she feels a sharp tug followed by a breath of air. She stops suddenly, simply staring wide eyed. “These important to you?” says the man, holding them in the air. “Well get used to not having them.”
He throws the shredded garment to the floor, stomping on it and grinding it on the floor. “P-please... don’t...” she swallows a wad of spit, fear stilling her.
“Oh, we’ll get to that,” says the old man smiling. “But not just yet. First,” he says while unbuckling his belt and folding it into a loop. “You need to learn your place.” He slaps the end against his open palm and Ako is shaking her head rapidly, the hair whipping about in her face. “No.no.no.no.no,” she keeps mouthing.
“Do it Steve,” says Mark, his voice sounding chipper. “Show the bitch what she gets for holding out.”
“Mark?” she says quietly, the shock of his words hitting her like a sledge hammer. Because of this she doesn’t notice the old man pull back and swing. Not until the sharp fire rushes up her hips suddenly, the sensitive organ hit with a brutal force. She arches her neck back and let’s out a horrifying scream, the pain so intense in her vagina. And then the second blow comes. Again she screams, bucking wildly. The men yelling at each other.
Again and again the blows come down, raining against her clit and cunt lips with brutal force. Ako shrieks with pain, her hips bouncing and thrusting forward involuntarily as each blow lands and then twisting violently in the brief seconds between trying to break free from the grasp of the men before another blow rends another scream from her. It continues like this for several minutes, the men yelling at one another as she fights to break free, the belt coming down like a fiery whip with each blow. And all she can think at this time as this torment continues, her body warming and sweat trickling down her armpits and face, her vaginal folds becoming inflamed and swollen, is how could Mark betray her? Why would he let such barbarism befall her?
Then she falls, her leg somehow freed from Mark as she kicks him in the shoulder. She lands with a smack but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as her cunt lips. She tucks her legs, a hand going between her legs and jerking back as she touches the swollen flesh. It screams with an intense agony and she can barely touch it.
The old man jerks her by her scalp, pulling her head up, leaning his face close to hers. “And that’s how we teach whores like you their place,” he hisses. The tears run down her eyes and she moans softly.

“Get the bitch up,” says Steve, looking down at the violated Asian woman. Her hair is damp and wet, coming down over her face, chest heaving and sticking to the dress, but still clinging to the sickly fabric. “And get that god damned dress off of her! Bitch is here to fuck, not look pretty.”
“No! No!” says the girl, fighting against the men, swinging one way or another wildly. Steve slaps her across the face, the crack sounding loud in the room and then grips her throat, squeezing tightly. “Shut the fuck up!” he says, and slams his fist into her stomach, making her double over.
“Geez man,” says Chris with a grin. “You’re really letting the bitch have it. Have any wife issues we need to know about?”
“Shut up,” says Steve, watching as the girl is heaving, her breasts almost spilling out of the dress. “And get those damned clothes off her, boy.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” says Mark. He grips the side of one spaghetti strap and leans close to the girl. “This is for holding back on me,” he whispers. Steve can see her breathing get more shallow, her body stilling and then Mark is jerking, pulling the dress down and tearing it. The girl shrieks, trying to cover herself as he does.
“Hey,” says Chris, jerking her hand away and turning her at once. “Off means off bitch.” And the black man grips her bra strap and pulls, the fabric thin and pliant tearing. But not as easily as the dress. It stays on for the most part, halfway, as the one cup splits off, the strap snapping. Then James turns her around, spinning her about and slapping her. As she is going backwards he grips her dress and bra, pulling and using her fall to help tear away the clothing. It makes the girl fall awkwardly, her hands tangling in the material.
As she tries to get up James is on top of her, tearing the remaining strips of clothing away from her, his open hand coming down roughly on the girl’s back making her yelp. “That’s enough,” says Steve. “Get her up.”
James stops instantly and pulls the girl up, already holding her arms back, aware of what Steven wants before he says a word. “Good boy,” he says, slapping the belt on his hand.
“No,” says the girl, shaking her head. “Stop...” But her voice is quiet, not as insistent as before.
Steve walks up to her, putting his belt under her chin. “You’re learning but you haven’t learned quite enough,” he says.
He raises his arm and the girl is screaming before the belt comes down...

Mark watches the scene unfold before him, his hand slipping into his trousers stroking his manhood with slow surety as Steve unleashes a barrage of blows on the woman. Little Ako is howling loudly, her lovely breasts bouncing back and forth as the belt smacks them with a satisfying crack. Each blow accentuated by the girl’s piteous screams. He could never have thought that rape of such a beautiful woman could be so... liberating.
Each red welt crisscrossing across her delicate skin. First left and right, her breasts swinging in unison and then up and down as Steve decides to focus on one breasts at a time. Each sweat stained orb swinging wildly with each blow.
“Stop man,” says Mark, going towards Ako, snapping a can of beer open. “I think she’s had enough.”
“Mark?” she says pleadingly, her eyes red and tired. “These must hurt,” says Mark, tipping the can of beer over her breasts. “Aaahhhhiiieee!” she screams, thrusting her breasts out as the liquid alcohol hits the inflamed wounds. “Yeah, kinda’ too bad,” says Mark, taking a sip from his drink.
Ako is shaking, quivering, the men around her giggling like school girls, but he doesn’t care. All he has eyes for is Ako, shaking before him, her full orbs red and delicate, dripping sweat and inflamed. “Maybe you’re thirsty?” he says teasingly.
She turns her head away and he looks at the other men. “Man offers a woman a drink and she turns her back,” he says, his dick already tenting against his pants. “What kinda’ respect is that?” he says.
“None at all bro,” says Chris, nodding at him, a dark gleam in his eyes. Like Mark, this is Chris’ first time too.
“Yeah,” says Mark, and turns suddenly, slamming his fist into the girl’s stomach. “Uuuaaaggghhhh!” says Ako, bending over, eyes wide, breasts tilting out over th edge. “No respect,” he says, and punches her with brutal force a second time.
“Uuaaannnn!” she cries, her eyes bulging. “Mark...” she whispers. He plugs her nose, tilting her head up. “Now drink!”
With no choice but to open her mouth now that the air is cut away from her she takes a few swallows when Mark releases her nose and she turns spitting it out. He punches her a third time, the rest of the beer spilling from her lips. “Fucking bitch,” he says, slapping her spilling the final contents of the beer over her head. Now damp and dirty, he grips her scalp, pulling her head back. “You’re gonna’ pick up all that beer you tossed or else.”
He throws her against the floor, ripping her from James’ grip. She hits with a thud and he pushes her down with his foot. “Now drink whore. Don’t go spilling no man’s drink!”
And he kicks her in the groin to accentuate his point. Her back arches a loud yelp coming out from her parted lips. “Get going!” he yells, kicking her hip.
Sobbing, she leans down and begins to lap at the content of the floor. He walks around, loving the look of degradation on her, tears flowing down her eyes as she sweeps her tongue over the floor, drinking the contents up.
“Look it those tits man,” says Chris, licking his upper lip. “She oughtta’ be cleaning the beer off with them knockers so we can lick it off her titties.”
Mark grins. “Why not?”
“Ako,” he says commandingly. She looks up with doleful eyes and his grin splits wider, looking at her large breasts, the nipples just touching the floor. “Do what the man says. Take those huge tits you have and wipe them across the floor. If you don’t appreciate a man’s drink no reason for you to drink it but you’re still cleaning it off.”
“Mark...” she says pleadingly.
“Do it!” he yells.
She grips her breasts and presses them on the floor, stroking them against the ground, not really picking up any beer, but that’s fine for Mark, looking at her as she shames herself for him. “Yeah...” he says, loving how her breasts press against the floor. “That’s it. Keep going.”
She moans, sobbing piteously but continues to humiliate herself. Her breasts wiping against the floor, sweeping what liquid they can. “Alright,” he says motioning. “Get up.”
He looks at her, observing her as she still holds her breasts out to him, face turned away, eyes quivering. There’s still part of the dress on her hips, shreds hanging down it. Breasts all red and legs shaking. Yes, it’s too much now.
He grabs her and throws her to the ground, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down. “Fuck this! I’m going to fuck your pussy whore.”
“No!” she says, thrusting her hand out as if to protect herself from him. “Don’t! Mark! I’m a virgin!”
Mark stops for a moment, thinking. A girl this age... and still a virgin? He hadn’t thought about it and this makes him grin all the more. “Well,” he says, “that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

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