[darkstalker]

*****

James steps into the garage slowly, yawning and stretching his limbs, scratching at his head as he drags his feet along for another day of work. It had been a long night the day before, with a big old hard on the likes of which he can’t remember having before. And that girl... damn! Nice pair of legs matched by an equally nice pair of lungs. If he had another chance to fuck that dream girl...
He shrugs it off, slapping his cheek lightly. It was only a dream and no use worrying about it right now. He better open the garage up for business. He looks towards the left of the garage and sees a pale figure standing there, arms bound above her head and one large tit still clasped by the vice, swelling it to a purpled hue. James has to force his jaw shut with his hand to keep himself from gawking.
So.... it wasn’t a dream, he thinks. All the better now that he’s sober! He rubs his hands together happily and walks over to the woman admiring her body.
The binds are chafing at her wrist, her feet barely touching the ground, toes scrabbling at the earth, clothes torn open and panties hanging around her ankles, cum and blood stains running along her legs. He is so overjoyed, his member tenting in his pants that he has to walk up to her and slap her tit to make sure she’s real. He hears her moan and grins. “So...” he whispers, “still alive?” he says, remembering vaguely what he’d done to her the night before.
It gives him a hard on to realize this, to realize, yes, in fact, the girl is alive and here and not simply mere illusion. He’d sworn that the night before had really just been a bad dream where he’d gotten off on torturing some hoe. But really... really, it happened? It makes him giddy to know so. The things he’ll do to her now will be a lot worse now that he can think straight and not rush things because of being drunk.
But first...
He picks up his cell phone, punching in his friend’s number. After a few rings, a weary voice answers, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. “Who is this,” says Greg in a slurred voice.
“Greg, this is James,” he says, the sight before him having woken him up completely.
The man groans at the other end, the sounds of his comforter sounding loudly as he lays back down, springs creaking. “What is it, cabron? Don’t you know it’s my day off today?”
“Yours and Carlitos’,” he says. “I guess you’re still out of it from the night before but... if you don’t want to join me in fucking a whore over, your loss. She’s a white gringa with a nice set of tits, just like you like! Big and round!”
“What are you talking about, Cabron?” says the man, sounding more awake as something piques his interest. “You fucking with me?! Cuz if you’re fucking with me...”
James walks over to Kelly’s limp form, gripping the nipple of her swollen breast and twists it wickedly so that even in sleep, the woman moans. He’s placed the phone right next to her mouth so that Greg can hear squirm.
“Do you still think I’m fucking with you?” says James, putting the phone back to his ear.
“N-no,” says Greg, stuttering, the sounds of clothes being thrown about and the thumping of the large man’s feet heard over the receiver. “I-I’ll be right over,” says the man, the sounds of a constant banging sounding over the phone. “HEY! CARLITOS, YOU LAZY SACK OF SHIT! GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR, WE’RE HEADING OVER TO JAMES’ PLACE!”
James pulls the phone away from his ear, screwing his finger into his ear and twisting it around, making sure he can still hear. He stares at the phone for a minute which soon goes dead. He shakes his head and chuckles, snapping the phone shut.
“Looks like we’re going to have company soon, girl,” he says. “You ready?”
The woman is unresponsive. As he looks at the girl’s limp form, her mouth hanging agape, he begins to laugh. This day is going to be so much fun....

He looks over the body of the woman hanging from the rafter, looking over all the wounds that he’s dealt her and thinks as he touches the bruises lightly, that he went rather easy on her compared to what he could’ve done. He could have really gone out on her and instead she’s whole and very much alive if a bit sore. Which is well as he can enjoy her more this way.
He takes a step forward and notices a stickiness at his feet and looks down, lifting his boot away from the mess on the floor. It’s blood. Only now does he begin to notice the blood running down the woman’s legs and the puddle that has dripped down onto the floor. As he bends down to take a closer look, he can now see the metal pipe sticking out from her anus, quivering with each breath the woman draws.
Well, he thinks, can’t have that getting in the way of the fun we’ll have. He leans forward between her legs and grips the long rod sticking out from her anus. He gives it a soft tug at first and then begins to pull, the rod coming slowly with a sickly wet sound as the woman begins to moan above him.

Kelly’s dreams are restless, fraught with nightmares. Her body shivers, a constant numb sensation in her body. In her dreams she sees monsters grasping at her, pawing at her breasts and hips, pulling at her hair and tearing at her clothes. She screams at them to leave her, but they do not. Instead violating her orally with their sharp, twisting tongues and then violating her with their equally twisted genitals, shoving them brutally into her mouth or her anus or her pussy. Anywhere with an opening, and always with a brutal force that makes her scream.
Then she feels something different. Something pulling at her from the outside it almost feels. She looks over at her body feeling as if something has shoved itself up her anus, brutally lodged inside and now begins to pull away, its barbed hooks ripping away at her flesh as it is removed. With this new pain attacking her senses, she screams.

Kelly wakens with a shock to her own screams as there is a popping noise behind her, her body wrenched forward as something is pulled out and she falls back against the vehicle at her back, banging against it. As she begins to cry, something or someone grips her face tightly, crushing her cheeks in their hand.
“Well. Well,” says the blurry image before her. “Look at this,” he says, waving a rod covered in red with blood running down its end. It drips with the fluid, bubbling streams covering its length.
“You didn’t want to let go of this bad boy,” the man says. “Your ass is so greedy for cock!”
The man leans forward, running his long tongue across her face, leaving a sickly trail of slime across it. She groans in discomfort, disgusted by the display.
“Well, don’t you worry, Kelly,” he says, slapping her face with a hard blow. “We’ll soon give you more cock than you know what to do with!” He spits into her face as if to emphasize the point.
Kelly begins to sob, realizing that she’s woken from one nightmare only to come into another and there is nothing she can do about it.

The man looks her body over, a salacious look in his eyes and turns away. He grabs an old bottle of water he’d had laying outside, stained with grease on the side and unscrews the cap. As he turns towards her, she wonders what kind of dark thoughts he has running through his mind? It doesn’t take long for her to find out.
He pinches her nose shut, making her struggle for air suddenly, sucking in mouthfuls as her nose is pinched tight, body twisting and turning uselessly as she tries to free herself. The man tilts the bottle cruelly against her lips, letting a rush of water run down and hit her hard. Unprepared part of it goes up her nose, choking her on it. The man ignores her wide eyes and muffled pleas.
“You must be thirsty, Kelly,” he says in a condescending tone. “Here, drink up.”
He tilts the bottle further, forcing Kelly to swallow or choke as water rushes down her nose in a snot filled mess, trying to find its way into her lungs. The man simply seems to smile, enjoying the show as Kelly struggles with the simple task of swallowing. She shakes her body, trying to break out of the man’s grip and only succeeds in getting more water down the wrong pipe. She ends with chugging the remains of the water down and as the man tilts the bottle up to her lips, tapping it the end, he grunts. He tosses the plastic aside, letting Kelly take some much needed air while she struggles with the water still lodged in her nose.
When the man releases her nose she leans forward, coughing, the remaining water flowing out of her nose as she tries to suck in clean air now.
“Why?!” she mewls, looking towards the man with tear filled eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?!”
“Why?” says the man, in a questioning voice, looking at her with thin slits of eyes. “Because it’s fun Kelly. Because... it’s what you deserve!”
She begins to sob and the man smiles. “Don’t worry, we’ll have more fun soon as the guest arrive. It won’t be much longer now.”

James listens as the woman wails, the tab from the clamp spinning about as he unscrews it. The woman begs him to stop and he can understand to a degree why, as he tugs it roughly at times when it is obviously still secured tightly to make her hurt, but then, what is the fun of having her here if he can not give her pain?
He tugs at the clamp again and dear Kelly lets out a beautiful mewling noise that makes his member hard as he pulls. He tugs at it a little more and smiles before twirling the end and unscrewing it fully. As he tosses the clamp on the floor he hears the old chevy honk, blaring its horn boisterously as the driver sticks his thick neck out from the window, double chins wagging.
“Hey, cabron, you really got a bitch here?” he ask.
James steps away from the woman and Greg seems like he’d fall flat on his rotund girth if not for the door barring his way. He whistles and slaps his hand against the metal frame of the car door. “Fucking shit, man,” he says. “I thought you were playing us! But this... this is really something to see!”
“Get the car parked and we can start,” says James.
The man sticks his head back into the vehicle and revs the engine, the motor roaring loudly as he pulls back out with tires squealing, throwing out masses of dirt and debris.
“Well,” says James, walking up to the terrified woman before him. “Seems the party is about to start!” And the woman begins to wail.

“No! No! Don’t do this,” Kelly begs, jerking at the chains holding her arms tied above her head. “I don’t want any part of this!” she twist at the bonds once more, they still holding her hard against the pipes above, no slack felt.
The man is about to walk towards her, a menacing glare twisting his countenance, when the large man who’d stuck his head out of the window comes over, wrapping the thin indian in a bear hug, squeezing the man tight. It catches the man off guard and he stares at the large one with large eyes as the man pulls away letting his feet touch ground again as the hug had lifted the thin one almost a foot off the ground.
“Hey James,” he says joyfully. “How long you been holding out on us, man? This piece of ass, she be fine, no?”
Kelly stares at the man, her eyes wide and fearful, looking over his large hulking frame which is completely opposing to that of the one next to him. His belly carries over thickly over his belt which lies undone on loose jeans that stretch around the thickened girth of his legs, his arms fat lumps sticking out of his shoulders with meaty sausages finishing them off that Kelly imagines are fingers. His body is thick with sweat already from the early morning sun even though he hasn’t been moving, and it sickens Kelly just to look at it. The man looks at her with his thick double chin, small beady eyes wandering over her exposed body and he licks his lips hungrily.
“You definitely been holding out, man” he says.
“Maybe,” he says, grinning, “but not this time. Should we get started?”
The thick one motions towards her with wide spread arms and Kelly stares wide eyed, her heart racing as she jerks once more against her bonds, breathing rapidly. “No,” she says, imploring the man coming towards her. “No.....”
But her words seem to carry no weight and the man keeps coming, looking much as a devil to her and she can only cry and scream as the inevitable comes.

After the overly affectionate embrace Gregorio gives James, he turns to look at the woman held to the pipes above. At the prize waiting to be taken and torn asunder and finds himself grinning. She is certainly a beauty, he thinks, as his eyes wander over her large, full breasts, the tips already hard and pointed out towards him. Her hips are nice and wide too, good for pounding his sizeable girth into. And she is nice looking with long blonde hair, shimmering locks falling over her eyes and cascading down her shoulders, fearful blue eyes looking at him. Truly a beauty. He’s always wanted to fuck a blonde and now James is going to give him that opportunity.
She is not without faults, however. One of her breasts is swollen, purpled around an area near the middle where it looks bruised and there is blood on her hips coming from behind, no doubt due to something James did to her. It still looks wet and warm, but looks good all the same. He’ll leave that hole to Carlitos. His brother is an ass man anyways and probably won’t mind some rectal damage in his girl.
“Alright,” he says, rubbing his hands together quickly. “Let’s get started!”
“Just what I was thinking,” says James, rubbing at his pants where his own member is tenting up. “You aren’t the only one ready for a good fuck!”
“N-no,” the girl whines, her face falling. “No! Please!”
James walks over to her and with little hesitation, slaps her with a sickeningly loud blow, the sound ringing in the small enclosure. He grips her face, squeezing it tight. “Shut up, you fucking whore!” he yells, spitting in her face. “You still got to pay me for the damages to my truck!”
“Damages?” Gregorio whispers to himself. He shrugs. More than likely he means having skidded across the road or something. He knows how personal James is about things like that, not that he cares. Not in this case where it benefits him all the same. He watches as the man lowers the bitch, keeping her arms bound as he does so. He pulls her along towards Gregorio, her wrist still bound to the chain.
“Why don’t you start?” says James. “Get on the floor and I’ll lay the bitch on top of you. I want some action too and I’m not too eager in waiting long.”
“Fair enough,” says Greg, pulling down his trousers and laying flat on his back, feeling how his fat sausage already springs up, ready for the young woman’s hips. The woman stares, eyes wide, shaking her head, murmuring she’s not ready for something so large, but James is having none of it and pushes her all the same, having her nearly fall on top of Gregorio.
Greg grunts, while he likes the woman’s nice fat breasts pressed against his body, he wants more to this little get together than some mere fondling. As he is taking his dick and trying to position it into the girl’s cunt, James comes behind the girl, pulling back on her hair, making her cry out. It makes Gregorio drop his hold on his member as she screams, the sound so piercing and sudden. Then there is a slap, silencing her voice.
“Shut the hell up, or it’ll go worse for you!” James says. The woman begins to sob but the man slaps her again and tells her to get on Greg. Gregorio simply nods his head and smiles, as the woman has her arms held back, her chest pushed out towards him, hips spread wide around his girth as she is lowered onto his waiting manhood. As he feels himself penetrate her body, he grips both sides of her legs and pulls her down on him suddenly, making her cry out. He groans, feeling the first dregs of precum being coaxed out from his member as the woman’s tight womb crushes his member. “Fuck,” he whispers, “this is one tight whore!”
He rubs against her, gyrating his body as the woman begs him to stop, to slow down. He pays her no mind, instead beating against her body faster, his hips pounding away at her, bouncing, his member tearing into her tight confines as he watches the hypnotic view of her breasts as they bounce back and forth. Yes, he thinks, this is definitely the way you fuck a woman!


Kelly groans as the man’s large meat dances inside her belly, churning her guts. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to push out the pain, but the long flesh pole inside her is too large to ignore. It is equally as long as the indian’s, who rammed it to the rim of her womb the night before, but also twice as thick, stretching her tight vaginal canal to its limits. She cries out as the man suddenly jabs his thick member against her cervix, slamming against the edge.
“Ah.... that hurt, girly?” says the man, running a hand along her cheek softly, his mouth a mockery of concern. The indian suddenly jerks her head back, painfully pulling at it by the roots.
“Oh, don’t worry about the pain,” says the indian. “Kelly here is a real pain slut! Aren’t you, bitch?” he says, spitting on her face, the glob of slime slapping down on her right eye, nearly blinding her. “Go ahead. Give her a few good, hard fucks. She’ll love it!”
“No... please..” she whispers but her pleading goes unanswered as the man suddenly slams his member into her womb with such force she screams. Then his hands are on her hips, nails digging into her legs as his manhood is beating into her hips, ramming its girth into her over and over. Kelly cries out in agony, the tears running down her cheeks in streams.
“See, cabron,” says the indian. “She loves it!”
He tosses her head forward, while the man beneath holds her, slamming his girth into her again and again. “Hold up a moment while I get myself positioned!”
It takes Kelly a few seconds to realize what the indian is getting at but when she does, she begins to shake her head, trying to crawl away. It does little good, as both men grab at her hips, pulling her back, the one jabbing her womb again to make her wince. It’s a mistake as the indian slams his own member up her bleeding sphincter at the time she winces.
She gasp, her mind sending signals of fire racing through her skull as she feels this other man’s member up her anus, twisting around inside her as if it were a worm with teeth. She stares wide eyed, her heart racing, unable to see through the pain.
This is why she barely notices the third man walk in until the man has a hold of her hair, gripping the back of her scalp painfully and then ramming his member into her open mouth, pushing it in to the back.
Her immediate instinct is to choke on it, the member now lodged in her throat, making her cheeks puff out obscenely as her throat tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion lodged inside. Slowly it pulls out part way, letting her throat muscles adjust before it slams back in, making her gag.
“Cabrones,” says a voice seemingly far away. “Starting without me! How uncivilized.”
“Well, now that all of us are here,” says a voice beneath her, should we get to fucking this gringa bitch or are we all just going to sit here gawking?
The pain starts at her ends and races through her whole body, circling her entirety. She twist her arms, hoping to get a better balance, but the one behind her simply uses them to hold her in place while the other two spear her front and thrust inside her, spearing her insides with abandon. She’d be hard pressed to cry, if she could, but lodged as she is between the trio, she can just barely struggle to simply breathe.

Gregorio digs his nails into the gringa bitch riding him, his nails gouging grooves into her lovely white hips. He enjoys how she squirms, struggling on top of him, her tears warm and salty on his skin as they fall over his neck and cheeks, though he doesn’t much favor the equal taste of her saliva also falling due to his brother’s uncivilized approach to taking her mouth. Not that he can blame him. Maybe he’ll consider taking her mouth himself when he is done here at her hips?
He watches with a bit of amusement as his brother rams his cock into the woman’s throat, driving it in deep, making her gag and choke, working hard to get what little air she gets. The sound of his hips slapping against her lips sounds almost as wetly as does Gregorio’s own rhythmic beat against her hips. The man really seems to be trying to skewer the white bitch. Let him, he thinks. He won’t mind.
He thrust a few more times into her body for his own amusement, jabbing his member even deeper, enjoying how she screams and hearing his brother curse as he withdraws quickly from her mouth. He calls the girl a fucking puta and slaps her across the face with a fierce blow that breaks the skin before shoving his member back into her mouth with brutal force.
Gregorio smiles at this. Maybe he will avoid the mouth then, with all those sharp and pointy teeth just waiting to rip away at his soft skin. Better to avoid injury to such a precious member than risk injury at the mouth of an untrained Amazon. Carlitos can take the risk.
He thrust into the woman’s body harder, enjoying how she squeals as he pushes against her tight confines, pushing as hard and deep as he can go. Carlitos better watch it if he doesn’t want to get his manhood hacked off by the whore’s teeth. He gyrates his hips, enjoying how the woman is squirming, how her breasts bounce beautifully over his face, low enough that he can reach up and take them into his mouth, the tits teasing at his lips. And he does so, with open hostility. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking briefly and then bites down, hard.
The woman shrieks, with the expected accompanying results. Carlitos throws the woman off the both of them and grabs her hair, hauling the woman to her feet. Carlito’s fist rocks with a hard blow against her face. The sound echoes loudly in the room and both men simply stare at his brother’s sudden lack of composure. He chuckles, enjoying the show as the woman whimpers in terror while his brother takes out his anger on her helpless form. It is quite beautiful to watch.

Carlos takes the white bitch by the hair and slams her against the wall, fully exasperated with her wailings. She cringes, crying at him to stop as he hits her with his fist, bruising her cheeks. “You gonna’ bite me, bitch?” he yells as another blow falls. “Are ya?”
His fist rap against her face as she begs him to stop, the bone crunching against his wrist. When the other two warn him of not damaging her face he decides to hit her stomach and chest instead. The woman begs him to stop, but he ignores her pleadings and continues to hit her. He’s enraged.
He remembers that he’d initially been pissed off when he’d come into the room only to find his brother and his brother’s friend fucking the gringa whore without him. Already they’d taken the best spots, so he’d made do with taking her mouth. Of course his brother had to be a little shit and beat her hips so hard that the bitch clamped down on his dick. Then again, he thinks, this wouldn’t have happened if the bitch knew how to take it properly. Too weak and sensitive, this one. He’d even warned her not to bite him again, but like any stupid bitch, she thought she knew better. So he needs to teach her manners.
He hits her one more time before pulling her up by the hair, dragging her up against the wall and squeezing her cheeks tight.
“You gonna’ bite me again, you stupid puta?” he ask. She shakes her head rapidly, the tears running down her face as she blubbers her apologies to him. He slams his fist into her gut one last time, allowing her to double over before gripping her hair and yanking her back up.
“Good,” he snarls. “That’s just to warn you what will happen if you pull your funny work again.”
He runs his hand down her hips, feeling her wet opening and just then realizes that no one is fucking her holes anymore. He jabs two of his fingers in her wet snatch, pulling her up by her cunt. “And you got a little prize for me down here, don’t you, bitch?” he snarls.
“No, please,...” she says, her face reddening, the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t...”
He slaps her, the sound echoing in the still room.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, puta!” he yells.
The woman keeps her face turned away wisely, the hair covering her blubbering sickly eyes. Good riddance, he thinks, roughly spreading her legs open. He can’t stand that stupid face of hers. Might as well get to something he can enjoy.
He thrust his member deep into her soggy opening, jabbing it to the hilt, making the woman arch her neck back, veins on her neck bulging.
“That hurt, gringa?” he says, thrusting against her harder, slamming her against the wall. “Well... that’s too bad!” He shoves against her once more, enjoying how she lets out a scream, her large breasts bouncing. Yes, he thinks, this will be most enjoyable.

Gregorio watches his brother pound away at the bitch, her white hips bouncing on his body as she is thrust against the wall, her teeth grit, tears streaming down her face. He can see how her breasts bounce beautifully, slapping away at her body almost as loudly as Carlitos’ hips. It has quite the rhythmic quality to it and Gregorio can feel his member tenting up, wanting it well to hit the bitch true and hard with a good fucking.
But he waits. He is a patient man and contents himself with simply watching the show, his hand doing its best to massage his member while he waits. It is not a bad way to spend the time.
He can see James is none too pleased with the prospects, arms crossed, a bitter scowl on his face but perhaps he should have been the one to take the woman’s mouth instead of his brother? Then again, it might be him thrusting her against the wall, beating her face in if it had been. It does not matter. If he remembers right, the other times James has brought a woman around she hasn’t left the encounter on her own volition, and as he watches this one bounce away at his brother’s hips, he doubts fate will be any kinder to her. Not if James has his way...

This is hell, she thinks. How this man continues to beat away at her hips as if his legs themselves are fist to hit her sensitive genitals. It makes her sick. But she can’t let him know, or express herself. There is so much rage in this one and he’s already hit her body so many times, left so many bruises, that she can’t think straight. The pain at her hips is nothing compared to the circling trails of agony along her stomach, chest and face. Her jaw hurts fiercely and she thinks something might be broken there. She can taste blood and her tongue feels strange. She thinks maybe she bit it at some point when he hit her. She can’t remember. All she can think about is the pain. That pain that racks her body constantly now.
There is another thrust from the wicked man and she cries out, he reminding her just what he is doing to her, that he has no mercy for her. He beats away at her hips harder now and she leans back, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, simply trying to endure the pain. She knows what is coming and there is no way to avoid it, but even so, she screams piteously as the first hot spurts of seed spill into her abdomen, filling her womb up.
She cries. Cries for the pain this has caused, for the loss of her innocence and simply regretting having taken this sales position that left her without sufficient gas to get home and wind up here on that fateful night. She cries for that and more.
As the man’s final dregs are emptied into her body, he dumps unceremoniously on the floor, her teeth clashing against one another, ringing in her mouth as her jaw hits the hard floor. The man lays on top of her, straddling her body, slapping at her hips. “You think that’s it, you stupid whore?” he says. “You think that’s it?”
No, she thinks without saying a word, just trying to hold back the tears. There’s two more men who wish to fuck her and she’s only serviced one. She still needs to service them before she can contemplate thinking it’s over for the night. She still needs to serve them. Two more...
That’s when she feels it, his cock pushing its way into her anal sphincter. Her eyes widen, body clenching involuntarily as the organ is admitted into her body, the whole thing sliding in slowly, painfully at first, before thrusting inside suddenly, his hips slamming to the hilt. She cries out, the tears unable to be held back any longer.
The man suddenly grips her hair, jerking her head back. “You thought that was the end, puta?” he says. “Well, I’m still going to fuck your ass before I’m done with you!”
He spits in her face and then positions himself better, grinding against her body before he begins thrusting more vigorously, hips pounding away at her own, beating against them like fist. She simply lays her face flat against the floor and whimpers trying to endure this nightmare.

Carlos slams his girth into the woman’s sphincter, enjoying how she tries to resist, trying to pull away from him and squeezing her eyes shut. He supposes it’s to be expected. A lot of these women seem to try and play dead as men fuck them so that they lose interest. He hits her harder with his hips, trying to show her that’s not going to be the case here, but a sharp pain also runs up his penis and he growls. The imprint left from her teeth is still there, causing him pain. Well, he’ll show her.
He grabs a handful of her hair and begins thrusting harder as he jerks her head back. “You think you can bite my dick and get away with it, you fucking puta?” he growls, nearly spitting the words. “I’ll show you. Carlos Noriega isn’t a man to be messed with!”
He beats against her hips harder, his anger fueling him. As he beats her, the pain in his dick becomes sharper and so he increases his pace, pounding at that tight hole with greater force, which causes her sphincter to grip him all the harder. This pain for pain becomes a circle of agony and soon he is hammering away at her, the sound of her hips against his sounding far greater than those of her own cries. He holds her head back, growling, “this is what happens to putas who mess with me!”
He keeps thrusting away at her, rubbing her tits against the hard floor while she cries bitter tears of anguish and a part of him feels joy and satisfaction, enjoying this hard won victory. He has always enjoyed humiliating these whore that try to make him feel like a low life and this is his retribution for it all.

Gregorio watches, lighting a cigarette with James, laying back against the work bench, heavy rolls of fat weighing his body down as he leans forward, sweat dribbling down his body in the hot noon day sun. he sucks a deep breath from the cigarette and pulls it out, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he watches his brother.
Even when he was younger and would bring young latinas over to the apartment to enjoy, he’d always be this way. Rough and brutal. This is why he and James started taking women off the street or stupid hookers who didn’t know any better. Women who wouldn’t be missed or noticed.
Well, that and that James seems to have a similar attitude. Sometimes he wonders why he hangs out with the man?
He sticks the cigarette in his mouth, sucking on it lightly, listening as Carlitos slams his hips against the woman, thrusting her body against the floor wildly while bending her neck back, almost twisting her up as if she were some kind of living bow. This is why he realizes. How her body is twisted like this, it is quite beautiful.
He enjoys watching how her breasts are squashed on the floor, rough stones and bits of metal scraping at those tender tits. Probably the same for her pussy. He can imagine a sharp sliver of metal jabbing its way up one her labia and causing her an insufferable amount of pain. Beautiful. Sadly, he knows his brother won’t last.
Even though the man has just gotten done with fucking her against the wall, Gregorio knows it’ll just be a little bit longer before he cums in her ass as well and it’s their turn. Though that in itself isn’t too bad. He’s just sad the show is almost over and that his brother has no control in making things last. Pity.

Carlos hammers away at the woman, the heat in his body rising even though the pain at his groin still hurts like a bitch. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is he’s making this bitch scream and beg and she’s going to cry and beg and his brother and his brother’s friend are still going to come and fuck her up some more.
He jabs at her body with his hips, a smile crossing his lips, the pain at his groin turning from agony to euphoria as the adrenaline dulls the pain. He thrust into her body, feeling like he is stabbing her with a knife, before his dick comes on fire and he is shooting deep inside her, spilling his warm seed into her anus. He leans down against her, running his body along her back, jabbing at her body a few more times with quick thrusts to remove the last dredges of his cum before slowly getting off, slipping out of her soggy hole with a trail of cum still dribbling off his end. Some of it is already bubbling back out from her red cherry, mixed with blood. Her ass has a large gaping hole and he likes to think that he’s the one who made that.
He grins and looks towards his brother. “Hey Gregorio, I think this bitch isn’t done yet! Why don’t you take over!”
The man nods with a sad expression on his face, taking away Carlos’ cheer. What’s he so depressed about? Cuz he didn’t get his turn right away? Well fuck him! Shows him for starting without him. Carlos stomps past the duo who approach the woman slowly and grabs his clothes, ripping them away from the floor. He has no interest in sticking around and watching these two pendejos have their way with the bitch. He’s done here.

James watches the young man leave in a huff, grabbing his things and swinging about almost as if he owns the place. James simply looks away, growling in a low voice. “Alright, Gregorio,” he says, waving the large man who’d seated himself on the benches. “Now that the little boy is done, let’s get the real stuff underway.”
“Heh,” says the man with a snicker, lifting his great girth which jiggles as he stands. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll get into a tizzy if he does.”
“Tizzy?” says James confused for a moment but soon he waves it off, looking towards the woman and her soaked pussy, dripping fluids. He licks his lips, looking her body over and rubs his chin. “You still want her cunt, man?”
“Nah,” says Gregorio, walking towards the woman and lifting her from the floor, turning her around and raising her hips as she squirms. “I think I want her asshole this time. Her pussy is too sopping wet.”
“Agreed,” says James, the same thoughts having passed through his mind. But not being desirous to take her cunt himself, he walks over to the woman, gripping her hair tightly and jerks it up in a violent pull.
“Alright, Kelly,” he says, “here’s how it’s going to work out for you now. You’re going to suck my dick,” and he waves his large phallus before her, slapping it lightly on her forehead. “And if I feel any teeth, any at all, I’m going to bash your teeth in! Got it?”
She nods frantically, tears running down her eyes. He can see her wince, gritting her teeth as Gregorio shoves his member deep into her asshole, expanding it painfully. “And I don’t really give a shit how hard Big Greg is fucking you. You bite and you lose all your teeth. Got it, whore?”
She is sobbing, but nods her head in understanding and James pushes his member in, sliding it down so she is choking on it. He lets out a sigh as he feels her throat constrict on his member. Her throat is nice and tight, squeezing his member and coaxing the cum from his penis. He smiles down at the woman’s pleading eyes, a sardonic smile on his lips.
“And remember! No teeth, or else!”

The man forces his foul member into her mouth while the other thrust violently against her anus, skewering her like a pig on a roast. Kelly forces back the tears, trying to swallow her shame as the man behind her beats against her hips savagely, seeming to want to tear her asshole apart. But she forces herself to keep her teeth out of the way of the dick of the foul smelling indian before her. She has to, or she won’t have any to speak of, as she highly doubts their removal will be anything pleasant.
Still, what happens behind her is anything pleasant either as the man beats his own hips in a rhythmic fashion, her poor anus sounding with the constant thump-thump of the man’s hips. It hurts so badly already due to the indian having shoved that long metal pipe up her ass and leaving it there for the whole of the night previous. It’s sore and she can still feel warm blood running down its length, but she forces herself to ignore it. She can’t afford to give it any attention for doing so could mean losing pieces of her body which she wishes to avoid.
This fact isn’t made any easier by how the man before her is thrusting into her throat so vigorously, purposely trying to choke her, the odor alone enough to make her gag. She can feel what taste like lumps on his penis, their texture that of something pushing up against his member as he beats it into her mouth. Still, through the tears and the jerking of her neck being pushed forwards, slamming that girth down her throat, she keeps herself calm enough to avoid using her teeth, as much as she wishes to.
She imagines biting the man’s member off, leaving it clear of genitals and a bloody mess that she would then spit out while telling the man off. But she knows it wouldn’t be that easy. They’d kill her as surely as not and if she can play by their rules and get out alive, that is all that matters. She just... has to endure...


James is surprised. He would have been certain the woman would have at the very least scratched at his member with her fangs, for all the tears she has given but she has managed to hold out. She just avoids barely touching her teeth against his member and uses only the meatier parts of her mouth to hold and pleasure him. Those parts do a wondrous job of coaxing his phallus, making him warm and hard, jabbing the precum down her throat in a less than gentle manner. He can feel the heat in his loins rising and he thrust his member down into the woman’s throat deeper, enjoying how she squirms, shoving his member in faster and trying to impale her, push his dick through the back of her neck.
The woman whines, begging him to stop, but he ignores her pleas, stabbing at her with his phallus while pulling her hair violently until he can feel himself cumming deep inside her. The girl, Kelly, makes a gagging noise around his member, her throat contracting and expanding, pulling more of his cum from his manhood before pulling out of her and tossing her back.
He smiles at what he sees, the cum running down her chin as she coughs, trying to regurgitate the cum, only for her body to be jerked back violently, the wet slapping of hips against ass sounding in his ears as Greg beats away at her. It’s okay, no matter what she has spit out she has still swallowed more. It’s time to let Greg finish.
He can see the man’s great girth jiggle, ripples running through it, sweat coming down over his sagging chest muscles and over his hairy stomach. It would make him gag if he weren’t so focused on the blonde’s alluring and round chest, her nice nipples sticking out towards him, hard and erect.
He grins, grabbing one and pulling at it as it swings towards him, curling it between his fingers and twisting it as his friend rocks the girl’s body ever so beautifully. He enjoys the feel of it, how it trembles in his grasp, but soon it is ripped away from him with the sea sawing motions of her body, those nice breasts slapping wetly back and forth against her own form. He watches, almost in a trance like state until Gregorio pulls the girl back, thrusting out her chest as he pushes his hips against hers, crying out with the girl’s scream, his voice a large bellow in the room. He holds her there for a moment until that sound has faded before simply dropping her on the floor, his member slipping out with a sickly squelching noise. Trails of cum still stick to his member, dripping ever so slowly onto the floor.
“Now, that was some fuck,” says Gregorio, looking down at the woman’s prone body, her breathing rapid and shallow. “You need to bring putas like this around more often, my friend.” there is a big smile on the man’s face and it warms Jame’s heart to see he put it there.
James leans down, gripping the woman’s hair, lifting her so that she’s looking at him pitifully from beneath the matt of hair he’s pulling. “We have to go and have some lunch,” he says in a dark tone. “But we’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”
“P-please... let me go,” she whines.
“Sorry,” he says. “Not gonna’ happen.”
Then his fist rocks against her face. One blow, hard and well placed, directed at her jaw lays the woman flat. Her body slumps against the floor as he lets her go, head hitting the floor with a thud. He turns towards his friend and nods.
“C’mon,” he says. “We have to get things ready.”
The smile on his friend’s face dampens, his eyes darkening. He knows what James means as they’ve done this before. It seems to make the atmosphere gloomy thinking about it, but it has to be done. They can’t afford any witnesses, even ones as pretty as this one. It would be too damaging for them. So... she must be eliminated.