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Default Road to hell

a commissioned story of jogger sam who finds herself the subject of rape and torture. enjoy
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The alarm blares idly on the night stand and Samantha Zisk brings her palm down on it with a crack, letting the blow push the machine off the table to knock clumsily to the floor. She opens lidded eyes to look down at the blinking red lights, still half groggy from her sleep. The lights burn at her eyes and she squints at them before turning away and looking towards the ceiling.
She has to get up, she thinks. It’s annoying but if she wants to remain fit, she has needs of doing so.
She pushes herself up from the warmth of the mattress, pushing back her hair and quickly grabbing a hair band with which she ties it into a loose tail. Letting the sheet fall away from her body, she glances at her sculpted form, the reason for the lust of so many clear to her.
She smiles darkly. Long has she known of the looks and leers of the men who sat in the gym class or any other as they’d look her over, the sounds of their hands beating at their members as they tried to keep secret what was so obvious. If the sounds of their hands slapping at their thin pricks hadn’t been enough, she could always tell their moans and how their faces would flush, eyes trying to keep from being directed towards her.
She’d always turn away and ignore it, secretly pleased that she could illicit such a response from the opposite gender while outwardly showing a face of scorn. Truly, she marked it as a sign of pride to be able to produce such reactions from the men about her and why shouldn’t she?
She poses in front of the full body mirror briefly, looking over her long, toned legs and her flat stomach, overshadowed by her massive 38D breasts. All of it finished off with her thin neck and narrow pointed face. How could any man truly resist the charms she has to offer? She shakes her hips in a provocative manner and then sighs. It is not without some difficulty though, as she has to waken at these ungodly hours so she may do her exercises.
And though her memory is a fog, she still remembers... something happening a few nights earlier. She brushes it off, dawning her sports gear.
She finds trouble pulling down the top over her formidable chest and lifting the pants over her equally round rear. She grunts as she struggles to dawn her clothing and hisses. This is why she has to do her exercises at such an hour, to keep off that fat that seems to creep up on her no matter how long she does her work out. It’s a constant struggle, but the rewards are worthwhile.
She heads out with these thoughts in mind, pleased at what she can accomplish if she puts her mind to it.

Her legs beat a steady rhythm against the dirty hard earth, taking a path once more that she’s taken several times over since before now. She tries to beat the sleep out of her eyes with the pumping of her legs but feels how her eyes wish to close, shutting on her. She thinks that maybe she’ll head back to bed after the morning exercise. Fortunately, today is her day off, so she needn’t worry about a shift today. Which is good, considering all the shit that had happened to her yesterday which kept her from getting home until an ungodly hour.
It had been a regular uneventful day at her job and Sam had been reorganizing the magazines in the rack as was her duty when the old man had come out of the bathroom. She’d seen him come in earlier. He’d been an old wizened figure with dark, prune like skin and a dirty white beard that was stringy with several tangles layered into it. He had several dark spots where the skin had begun to discolor, his skin seeming to have shrunken in on itself, grasping at his bones. His nose had been a bulbous red, almost like a clown. She’d put aside thoughts of his looks, brushing it off as part of his age and gone about doing her duties.
She’d noticed him head into the bathroom for several minutes before coming out and try to hide amongst the racks away from her sight, but she hadn’t minded. She’d thought perhaps he’d been a little shy, though she’d noticed him glance over at her once or twice, which had brought a shudder over her. It was one thing to have the young men at school lust over her, most of them were decent looking, but another to have some old man who was twice her age doing it. Still, she cleared her mind of it. It wasn’t as if it was the first time someone not her type had lusted for her. She had remembered when obese or really thin men had done the same and she’d learned to put it outside of her mind, so she did with the man, which as she runs, beating across the trail, she thinks maybe that hadn’t been the best idea.
The man had come behind her, standing there for a moment and she’d thought maybe he was looking for one of the magazines from the porn rack she was adjusting, but as she was about to turn around to ask, he’d driven his hand up her skirt and into the warm slit of her cunt. His rough fingers had jammed themselves up her slit, shocking her so much so that she’d leapt forward and banged her head against the wall and lost all thought.
She hadn’t remembered much from then aside from then being in the back of a police van with her legs spread open, the two men looking her over with sour expressions. And though they were officers of the law, bound to protect and serve, she’d found herself covering her body and having to defend her actions as the officers accused her of prostitution and worse. She’d had to agree to a strip search at the station and though the officers had found no drug paraphernalia on her body, they had found trace amounts of semen. She’d wanted to accuse the old man of his wrong doings, but with how the two officers and then the female officer had all been harassing her, she’d dropped it, letting it go. It seemed she wouldn’t get any help from them so best to let it go. This had seemed to make the three angrier, but they’d allowed her to leave with nothing having been resolved from the matter aside from having more men leering at her and calling her insults.
She slows down, bitterness in her heart. She doesn’t simply want to go back home and fall in her sheets in a mess of tears. That won’t help anything. Biting back her anger and sadness, she pushes herself on her legs intending to forget the memory. At least there wasn’t much of one to be had. Truth be told, she had more resentment for the officers than the old man, they having been watching her through the mirror as she undressed. She’s sure of it. Even though the mirror had been dark, she swore she could feel their eyes on her. But what can she do when the perpetrators of the crime are the men of the law themselves?
She shakes her head in frustration and continues down her path, pumping her legs up and down as she moves, trying to rid herself of her stress through the beating of her body.

The vehicle sits idling in the old dirt road, the lights turned off, the men inside masked in shadow, the heat of their cigarettes and lighted drugs warming the stifling vehicle to near unbearable conditions. The men seem not to mind, eyes going red, smoke spewing from cracked lips, cigarette stubs held in rough dry fingers. Each man is large, with a sizeable girth and white hairs flecking their temples and each with a disposition to match their grim looks. As the last man stubs his smoke into the ash tray, they notice that their drugs and smokes are nearly out and this has the effect of leaving them restless and edgy, not to say the least of their considerably cramped conditions.
“That’s the last of it,” says Glen, none too pleased, staring down at the tray forlornly.
“Fuck!” yells Oscar, slamming his elbow into the back of the van’s wall.
“Hey! Hey! Chill!” Glen growls. He is smaller than Oscar but that doesn’t mean he can’t put the smack down on the men when he’s in a bad temper as well. And his mood is none too good considering he too still has an edge from the lack of drugs now left, his eyes wandering over the scattered remains of their last batch, the high slowly fading from his system.
Oscar punches the wall behind him and turns back to Glen. “So when we moving out? Guy I got out in Orleans isn’t gonna’ wait forever, you know!”
“Easy, easy,” says Glen, “we’ll head out. Just another hour or so for some shut eye.”
He yawns and leans back against the van wall, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes to greater emphasize his feelings on the matter. He really does need some sleep. After having been on the road in his sister’s “borrowed” vehicle for several hours, he is more than a little exhausted. She might just be barely noticing her van is missing, along with her stash of drugs. Serves her right for being stoned off her rocker when they came over to the apartment last night.
Though, he thinks, she got lucky, in that he was able to convince the others that she was off limits for sex. Luckily, her age added to that detraction, though just barely. All of them had been in jail for awhile, due to “borrowing” from the neighbors, but he wasn’t about to add rape to his list of crimes. Well... not incest rape at least. He shudders inwardly thinking on what nearly happened. Even as a watcher only, knowing he’d let some men, even friends, fuck his sister while she’s passed out makes him sick. Now... if it were some little homely white bitch who was strolling by who didn’t look like a wrinkled old hag, like his sister, well maybe then... he’d consider it. Until then...
Someone is slapping his shoulder, whispering into his ear. He tries to slap the hand away not paying overly much attention to what is being said. “Let it go, man,” says Glen. “I need my shut eye!”
“You sure?” says Rueben in a much louder voice, his bulk cramming in against Glen uncomfortably. “Cuz’ right now I can sure go for that pussy outside!”
“Pussy?” says Glen, his mind still hazy from the drugs and lack of sleep but coming awake at the idea of sex with someone not his sister.
“Yeah...” says Oscar, his voice sounding high pitched with excitement. “Some Grade A fuck meat! Don’t tell me you’re gonna’ pass on this cuz you’re some kinda’ faggot?”
That gets him up. He pushes himself up against the windows of the van, pushing Rueben aside so he can see better and gets a look of the woman just passing by, just catching a good look at her trimmed back and how her shorts hug her ass so snugly that Glen finds himself rubbing one off already. The shorts hug her so tightly he can see the crack running down the length of her buttocks and swears he can see her mons between her legs. He is already feeling himself as the woman disappears from view down the road.
“Fuck!” says Glen, pushing back away from the window and falling awkwardly on his rear end in an undignified manner. The others look around and smile at one another.
He looks over at the men and notices Billy, the youngest in the group, licking his lips. “Man, oh man. Haven’t had me some pussy in awhile, bro. Would really go for banging that white bitch right now!”
“You said it,” says Oscar in a jovial mood, slapping the man’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” says Rueben. “Grade A pussy!”
Glen sighs, running a hand through his hair. Seems the choice has already been made without him. At least it isn’t his sister this time, so he can join in. Thank heavens. He looks up at the ceiling in gratitude and nods. “Alright then. Seems we have a detour before we head off to New Orleans!”
He notices Oscar’s lips twist into a grin and he knows that same smile is plastered against his own lips. Just thinking about that woman’s pussy turns him on, and he didn’t even get a good look at her. He grunts and nods, “Alright gents, let’s get started.”
There is a loud cheer in the vehicle, followed by great whoops of excitement. As soon as everyone has moved into position in the shaky machine, the engine roars to life, revving with its frightening motor and shambles forward on rickety springs, coming out onto the hard packed earth in search of its quarry.

Samantha’s legs pump effortlessly in the early morning sun, a burn running up her legs. Her breasts swing back and forth in her top, her bra just barely holding them so they don’t discomfort her so. Though that does nothing to prevent the sweat that drips down her cleavage or that which comes down over her eyes, which she hastily wipes away. Her shorts are digging into her hips even through her panties and she rubs her hand between her legs idly, trying to dislodge the material from where it is biting into her vaginal lips. No good, her body is too sweaty. She sighs, slowing down around the bend so that she can stop and remove the garment from her genitals, but what she sees around the bend makes her stop in her tracks completely.
It’s the rusty old van from twenty minutes ago. She’s sure of it and as she sees the driver lift his head, looking at her with his greasy face and dark mustache, she has it confirmed. He’s the same one she’d flipped off earlier when he’d been leering at her from the vehicle and here he is, leering at her again! The man waves at her with a wrinkly hand and she turns away in disgust, not even bothering to check her watch. It’s been a long enough run for the day, she’ll call it enough now and head home. Besides, she really needs a shower to get all this muck off. Hopefully those men don’t bother her on the way back.
As if the gods mock her, she hears the motor revving up in the old vehicle and curses her luck. The men are following her! And without any form of money on her, she’s fairly certain she knows what it is that these men want. Fuck! She pumps her legs faster, pushing her body for more energy. She’s not about to let these greasy old perverts rape her!
As she’s running back along the dirt path, she sees the old abandoned park she used to use when she was a kid several years ago. It is old and dirty, like the van following behind her, with the rides and amenities in disrepair but it might be enough to lose the van. She makes a bee line for it, hoping that she can lose the men along the difficult to traverse hills and kiddy rides. Sadly, she doesn’t see the man hunkered down by the bushes as she is running past.
A shadow bolts up from the bushes, large and heavy, swinging his arm around her waist in a painful grip. Because of the momentum from her run, he doesn’t manage to get a proper hold of her body, instead tossing her backwards in a heap across the grass.
Shock and fear envelope Samantha, immobilizing her temporarily, slowing her down as she tries to stand back up. There’s more of them, she thinks. Oh god!
She just barely manages to stand on her two legs before the man is on top of her again, his hand whipping out and grabbing a handful of her hair. He jerks her up by the hand, making her cry out, the veins bulging on her neck as she grits her teeth, feeling as his hand is jerking her neck back painfully and then something hard slams into her stomach, and she finds herself doubling over from the pain, the agony of the blow making her see spots before her.
“No running, chica,” says the man. “We still want to play with you.” She hears him laughing and she tries to get up from her nearly bent over position.
“No....” she whispers in a groan, trying to move away, but finding the pain swirling in her stomach to be too much but to allow her to make much more than an awkward step away from the man. Hardly enough to avoid the large, heavy individual who approaches her with a grinning scowl. In the back of her mind she hears the black van stopping somewhere behind her, doors opening with slamming jerks as men yell at one another to grab her. Her mind screams danger and Sam starts to turn, intending to run in her limping state when a hard body slams into her, nearly knocking her over if not for a pair of tough, calloused hands gripping her shoulders suddenly.
“Now, where does a sweet thing like you think she’s going?” says a dark man’s drawling voice.
She looks up into the large man’s beady black eyes, his yellowed teeth shining against his dark skin and just barely resist the urge to scream, a fit of coughing taking her as she holds her stomach, the pain still making it too much to move properly.
“Ah,” he says. “You seem to be in some kind of trouble. Here... let me help you up!”
With one hand still on her right shoulder, the large hulking man leans down, his other hand slipping between the space of her hips and grabs, pulling hard on her crotch, squeezing, his thumb happening to be on the spot where the hood of her clitoris is, crushing down on it and letting her weight fall back on her genitals as she is lifted bodily into the air. And now, as the pain in her stomach is forgotten, Sam finds the air in her lungs to scream...

Oscar runs out as fast as he can when the fucking van finally stops, none too soon. He swings the door open, pushing Billy aside in his haste to get outside. He hears Billy cursing behind him but doesn’t worry about it. The thoughts of this girl motivate him too strongly. He remembers her nice large jiggling breasts, her body wet with sweat and that ass... That nice plump ass, all his to maul and abuse. All of it! No one was gonna’ beat him to it! As he’d felt his adrenaline charge up, pushing through his body in spurts, he runs up to the girl, she nearly doubling over, trying to turn away from Rueben who’d simply been taking his time with her, enjoying her agonies.
That’s no way to treat a woman, Oscar thinks and turns her around brusquely. Bitch really has a massive set just like he’d initially thought, his fingers squeezing on her shoulders, making the girl wince and whisper something stupid in his face as he looks over those large and firm tits, with their nipples pointed erect even through the material. How he’d love to mash those meat bags up and make the bitch howl. The girl says something else, looking at him with large blue eyes, but he’d ignores that, simply looking back down at her chest, feeling his member tenting in his pants. He simply smiles, ignoring whatever stupid thing the girl has to say and lets his hand trail down her body, briefly stopping at her tits to feel along the edges before going down for her more intimate regions and then he digs his fingers in, enjoying the look of horror coming across the woman’s face as he suddenly grabs at her crotch and begins pulling, pushing her up into the air.
She screams then. A wail like a fucking banshee, this bitch. Hurts his ears like all hell, but he isn’t about to let go of this piece of meat after just barely touching it. Uh-uh. He digs his fingers into her well oiled cunt deeper, nearly pushing them into her slit through her spandex uniform. He can already feel it getting damp with fear as the girl starts kicking and swinging wildly, trying to dislodge him, much good that it does her.
Still... the hits are annoying and he finds himself wishing he could simply throw her around a bit, especially after one blow finds its way to his upper lip, mashing it against his teeth. He grunts in discomfort, trying to ignore the thrashing going about as if he’s holding some type of dog instead of a woman. He can taste blood on his lip. That’s really annoying. Bitch is gonna’ pay for that.
He takes her to the van, carrying her over and ignoring the men around him who laugh at the whole scene as the woman twist in his grip, another blow finding itself just to the right of his left eye. Hurts like a dickens too. That’s it, he thinks.
Reaching the van, he lets go of her shoulder while still gripping her pussy, squashing it with his hand as if he wants to rip it off, which a part of him really does. But another part wants her to hurt in a whole different way and he grips her throat and slams the back of her head against the van, the window cracking with a crunch as her head jumps off it.
“Alright bitch,” he says, pushing down against her throat more forcibly, her mouth hanging agape and tongue lolling out as her eyes begin to roll up in her skull. “This is how it’s gonna’ go down. Me, you and the boys, we’re gonna have us all a nice big cum fest and if you do good, we’ll let you live. If not...”
He grips her neck, pulling her from the window and then slams her back against it, another rippling crack sounding from behind her skull.
“If not,” he says, “well, we can always have fun sending you to the hereafter too.”

The pain against her vagina would be enough, thinks Samantha, as those large fingers push into her sensitive slit and crush her clit against her body but then the huge brute of a man is also crushing her throat, crushing her wind pipe, making it near impossible to breathe! As she gasp, slapping futilely at the man’s large arms, layered in thick veins, she thinks, she’s going to die!
“Hey bitch,” says the large man, his clawed fingers running up against her vagina. “Don’t pass out on me yet!”
With these words his nails rake across her sensitive organ, tearing away a piece of her spandex suit that she hears somewhere in the back of her mind. The man’s wicked smile and continuing crushing of her wind pipe make her loose her bowels, a stream of urine running down her legs as her heart begins to beat faster, fear running through her system.
Her vision has blurred thanks to the brute slamming her head repeatedly against the driver side window, and she feels something warm trailing down the back of her skull. Warm and sticky as it comes down across her skin, making her shiver. She stares imploringly at the man before her, hoping to see some spark of compassion, of humanity... something that she might appeal to in her hopes that this thing might not kill her. But all she sees is a dark hatred burning within those small black eyes.
Hatred and as she watches his face with tongue flicking out over his upper lip, a violent lust. She whimpers as she feels that hand on her throat squeezing harder and her eyes roll up in her head, the oxygen to her lungs thinning, her hands slipping away from the giant’s great arms along with the oxygen and then there is only darkness...

“Hey! Hey!” says Billy, slapping at Oscar’s large arms. “Stop it! We want her alive, you idiot!”
“You do,” says Oscar, as the woman’s arms fall limply to her sides, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, head hanging to the side in a none too attractive look. “But I don’t.”
The man drops her to the floor with a thud and Billy rushes over, kneeling down and putting his ear to her chest. There is a thump-thump repeating inside, soft and low, but it’s there...
He sighs, wiping new forming sweat from his brow. One that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with fear. He doesn’t want to kill the bitch. They don’t even know her. Just ... fuck her.
And as he looks over at the woman’s large and formidable breasts, he feels his member tenting against his pants, watching the rise and fall of those large melons. He leans a hand forward and slips it under her top, slowly stroking the sizeable meat, kneading it between his fingers. It truly is large and magnificent.
“Hey Billy,” says Glen, kicking him in the calf, none too gently. “Stop playing with yourself and bring the bitch over to the table.”
He looks towards the man who just looks down at him with a sour expression on his face before turning away, hands in his pockets as if nothing is really going on, but Billy can see it, saw it before Glen turned away, how his pants are pushing out at the front. The man himself is excited, eager to touch the bitch.
Billy looks down at the whore himself and smiles.
“Yeah,” he whispers, “everyone wants a piece of this candy.”
“Well, then hurry up and bring her over,” says Oscar, his massive shape looming over him.
“Well, why don’t you...” says Billy, turning, when he sees what’s in Oscar’s hand. It’s a piece of spandex, ripped away from the woman’s body no doubt and dangling with wet liquid. He hadn’t noticed when the man had torn away his hand with the fabric, only that he did. Billy grins and nods.
“Well, help me move this bitch over to the table then.”
The large man looks back towards the picnic table, nearly hidden by a small hump of earth then back at the woman on the floor and nods. It’ll be a good enough location to put her up for a bit and fuck. With the hill and the van in the way, no quick passerby will notice anything much out of the ordinary.
“Yeah,” he says silently, gripping the woman by the ankles as Billy puts his arms just under her chest, basically hugging her breasts to his body, enjoying the nice soft feel of the flesh between his fingers. Yeah, thinks Billy, everyone wants a piece of this bitch. Everyone.

The two lay her on the rickety old table with a thud, her body swinging to one side for a moment, head falling to the left, lips parted as if wanting one of them to push his member in between those plump red lips. Her eyes flutter as if desirous of the act.
The men’s eyes wander over her body, resting on her large breasts. Double D’s, no doubt about it. They watch the woman’s breasts rise and fall, heaving against the tight spandex, her nipples erect and hard, easily visible through the material. Sweat drenches her body, running down in between the cleavage making the fabric look sticky and almost translucent.
As their eyes travel lower along the length of her form, they can see where Oscar has torn away a piece of fabric, her legs easily spread wide, part of her labia visible to them with a thin slit in between, the fabric torn away from her so much so that her clitoris is visible, the excitement from earlier making the bud rise out from its protective hood. Urine still dribbles down her parted legs, a thick pungent odor filling the air, making the men all the harder, their hands all within their trousers, stroking their members with long hard strokes.

“Enough of this shit,” says Oscar, moving towards the woman’s top. Though he was closest to her legs, how she urinated along the length of his left leg has left him a bit sore and he’d rather not be smelling more of her piss. So he grabs her breasts between two hands, squeezing them tight so the nipples are pointed straight up at him and he leans down, biting down on one through the material, suckling at it and then pulling at it with his teeth. The woman moans but her dress protects her from the man’s mauling.
“Alright,” he says, “let’s strip this bitch down!”
His hands travel beneath her top and roughly pull down on the material, jerking her body up. Other hands quickly hold her down to increase the force against the fabric and it is soon tearing away, Oscar enjoying the stripping of the woman as if he were tearing away the wrapping from a present. He jerks the tight material first to the left, then to the right, each time ripping away a piece of the tight spandex. Billy is on the side, grabbing smaller pieces as he holds her down and pulls away at the material himself. Her breasts, however; remain immobile as they are still held firmly in place by her sports bra. Well, he’ll soon get that shit out the way, he thinks, as he continues to shred the woman’s top away.

Rueben for his own part, is enjoying being between the woman’s legs and leans forward, sniffing at the strong odors coming from between her parted thighs, taking it in deeply and then exhaling, blowing softly along her pussy lips, watching her shudder. She is much more sensitive here than she is at her top.
He hears a soft thud and looks to his left as Glen takes off her running shoe, throwing it aside and then begins to pull away her sock. The man looks towards Rueben and says, “hey, you not going help strip the bitch? Get stripping!”
Rueben sighs. These ingrates have no way of appreciating a woman’s softer flavors, but they’re right, might as well get down to business. He takes hold of the already torn fabric at her hips, started by Oscar and begins to pull, slowly revealing her beautiful pussy to all. He smiles, enjoying the sight of her body as it is revealed to him piece by piece. And soon, he’ll be able to play with it and dig in deep into her body. He licks his lips in the anticipation of that feeling.

Rueben licks his lips, savoring the actions he is intent on doing and thrust three fingers into the woman’s body at once, enjoying how her body suddenly goes rigid with the motion, her back arching and neck pulsing with its veins throbbing, her beautiful mouth opening just slightly with her lips quivering and her eyes fluttering. Rueben watches and grins.
Though unconscious, her body seems to react to his stimuli, her hips thrusting upwards as his fingers methodically push in and out of her sickly wet womanhood. They slap against her lips with wet sloshing sounds, his fingers beating down on the woman’s body down to the knuckles. Rueben’s eyes gleam bright, his smile spreading to a wide show of his teeth. He’ll show this cunt why no one gives him the finger.
The woman, as she’d been running by and seen him watching her from the van parked alongside the road, had given him the finger, looking over at him and his crew of men quite crudely. He doesn’t like that and thinks that a proper lesson is in order, and as he watches the woman’s clit rise up, becoming more engorged with blood and hormone, cruel thoughts run through his mind.
“Hey Billy...” he says, “Let’s see if I can’t get this woman excited before you return with supplies. Why don’t you get them from the van? Get the tire iron, with a greased end, of course, and some duct tape and then the pliers for good measure? No?”
Billy scratches his head but nods, disappearing over the hill. Rueben is licking his lips, enjoying the soft moans coming from the woman’s lips, her body reacting as he’d hoped to his gentle, if quick, prodding. It will make what he has planned for her all the more cruel and wicked and he feels the precum pushing at the head of his cock in his anticipatory excitement. It will be quite the show...

Billy wanders off to the vehicle, kicking up the grass in a huff, shoulders hunched. He doesn’t like being the water boy for the group, or paperboy or whatever. It isn’t fair that he has to be off doing errands while the others get to make the woman squirm uncomfortably. But then... what Rueben wants makes Billy uncomfortable as well.
He’s heard stories...
Heard of an old girlfriend Rueben had. How the man used to beat her during sex and then torture her, leaving her labia and clit all swollen and bleeding, her breasts a mess of tatters and how her nails were generally missing from both her fingers and feet. It makes Billy shudder, but as he goes about picking up the tools, he thinks, he really needs to man up and accept things like they are. It’s a new world and people have fetishes that are considered weird, anyways. Might as well take it for what it’s worth and enjoy the show.
He finds the tools easily enough, greasing the end of the tire iron with enough goop that it’s running down the length of the metal rod. He can probably imagine what it’s for, thinking of how it’ll likely go into the woman’s vag or maybe her asshole, that tight little fit which should really make her squirm. He can imagine her back arching, lips opening in a delayed scream before she lets out that cry, her large tits bouncing upwards, inviting him to bite into them...
He finds his member tenting at the idea, pushing at his trousers and he shakes his head. Maybe he’s not so different from Rueben after all? Pushing the thought aside, he grabs the tools and heads back to the park bench with a lighter spring to his step. These activities should in the very least, be enjoyable to watch.

It takes Billy long enough to arrive, thinks Rueben, as the woman is arching her back, thrashing about on the table enough so that Oscar and Glen who have been playing with her breasts are starting to complain about it. Her body is reacting particularly fondly to the stimulus of his fingers, thrusting inside her as if they were a man’s penis and moans in her desired appreciation of such. Her clit is truly engorged and large now and Rueben thinks it’s enough. He pulls his fingers out of her warm slit and slaps her labia with a hard blow, making the woman moan, but otherwise calm down, her thrashing nearly ceasing.
He lifts his dirty fingers to his nose, sniffing the fragrant odor of the woman’s urine encrusted body and runs his tongue along the length of his digits, suckling on them hungrily. She taste good and salty. Good enough that he’ll enjoy shoving his ram rod up her tight hole and make her holler.
When Billy finally does arrive, he instructs the man to take the woman’s arms above her head and tie her wrist together. For his own part, he takes the pliers and iron, laying down the pliers between her beautifully wide spread legs and runs his finger over the grease of the iron, taking a good quantity on his digit and then pushes it against her puckered asshole. He circles her anus, making sure it’s nice and greasy before pushing his digit into her tight hole, loving how even with his finger, her anal passage tightens up, squeezing at it and pulling at it, suckling on it hungrily. He chuckles and pushes his finger in and out, enjoying how the woman moans, her voice truly sounding out now.
As he looks over, he realizes Glen is massaging her clit, rubbing it between two fingers, keeping it engorged. Rueben chuckles and pulls his digit out, her anus bubbling with the glop from the grease left behind.
“Now,” says Rueben, nodding knowingly. “Now we can begin with the real fun.”
“Go for it,” says Glen, looking over at the two other men who seem to make it a point to ignore the two, they too engrossed with the woman’s upper torso to bother with what their compatriots do to her pussy.
Rueben notes how quick Billy had to have been with wrapping her wrist up in tape to be there, mauling her breasts hungrily, his mouth taking the orb in and suckling on it noisily, teeth scraping along the length of the body. Oscar is no different, sucking first and then squeezing her tit to make it more round and juicier to look at before he sinks his teeth into the warm body, biting down hard enough that when he pulls away he leaves an imprint of teeth along her tit. The woman for her part, moans in discomfort, disliking the waves of pain her system sends to her brain.
Rueben lifts the tire iron, grinning ear to ear. If she doesn’t like that, he thinks, she’ll like this far less. “Billy!” he growls, come down here and hold one of her ankles. Don’t need the bitch to make this any harder than it already is. You too Glen,” he says with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.”
Glen grins, a malicious light flickering over his eyes as he grips her ankle alongside Billy, both men pulling her legs wide apart, making her body seem even more inviting. Her slit seems to quiver in anticipation, but it’s another hole he has in mind for the hard iron.
Rueben feels the hard length of the tire iron in his hand, unyielding and hard, like a real man needs to be. He slowly begins to feed the iron into the woman’s body, pushing it against that puckered asshole. At first it looks as if the iron might be too big, even with the grease around it and that it will simply slip off, but after a few pushes, Rueben is able to get the thing to push inside. Slowly he begins pushing it and the woman moans, bringing her bound hands down unconsciously to block out the intrusion. Rueben slaps her wrist away.
“Hey Oscar,” he barks. “Play with her tits all you want but keep her arms out of my business!”
“Fuck you,” Oscar retorts, but grabs her wrist anyways, slamming them down on the table none too gently. The man goes back to mauling her tits, tugging at her breast meat while holding her arms down, the woman moaning in distress. He respects that, Rueben thinks, that ruthless ferocity. And speaking of such...
Now that her anus is firmly holding the iron in place, her slit being pulled down by it, spreading open like a flower, inviting him to use it, Rueben can’t help but smile, the tension in his body building, his arm shaking at what he is about to do.
He holds it for several seconds, counting down from five
four...
Three..
Two...
and when he reaches one... he slams the length of the rod up the woman’s sphincter in such a way that her scream makes Oscar jump back in fear.
Rueben watches. Watches as that lovely body tightens up against that hard rod, trying to push it out but only working to hold it in tighter, her voice crying out as her large breasts swing, voice sounding like a banshee’s wail as those tits point skywards. Yes, he thinks, it certainly is a beautiful thing.

The pain had been coming in and out in spurts for Samantha. Her dreams becoming twisted shadows of reality, warping and dancing through one another, long inky black arms and claws grasping at her, ripping at her breasts and hips. In her dreams she screams, trying to block the forced probing of her body, but no matter what she does, it seems to do no good as the creatures with blurred black faces find a way around her defenses, gripping her tender flesh, sinking curved nails in and biting down with twisted fangs. Sam screams, hearing the echo of laughter from the phantoms.
Then she feels something probing her anus, something that is pushing in and as it is shoved forth with a sudden energy, she wakens, her eyes popping open, wide with fear. The pain of the anal intrusion as her sphincter grips the intruder tightly, sends shafts of pain racing through her body and she cries out, her lungs letting out all the air within them as she feels the pain ring in her mind. Her body reacts the only way it knows and she screams automatically, her back arching as the pain races through her.
The ghouls around her continue to laugh raucously and she shakes her head, tears forming at her eyes. “N-no...” she says, trying to work her voice through the agonies of her body. “Stop!...”
A hard blow races across her face, making her ears ring, a man’s hand squeezing her cheeks tightly as he threatens her. “Shut up you stupid whore or you’re going to get worse!”
She stares, her eyes widening, the forms of the ghouls taking more concrete shape as they turn into the shadows of men. She can just make out their features behind their kerchiefs and the light clears, the dullness from her mind fading, waking to the pain at her anus that is all too real.
“You listen and you listen good,” says the man, his eyes narrowing into thin slits. “We’re going to fuck you, and fuck you hard. And that black man behind you?”
The man in question grips her breasts, making her wince, his mouth splitting into a wide grin as he looks down at her with a smile. “That man,” says the one between her legs. “He’s going to fuck your throat raw. And you’re going to enjoy it if you know what’s good for you!”
She stares up at the large man, tears running down her eyes as she considers the man’s size, he being all too content to pull down his dirty pants, his large member flinging itself outwards towards her, springing around like a huge snake. She stares at the large purple head, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks it over, thinking it has to be too large for her to properly take in to her mouth. How is she ever going to do this?
Another slap resounds against her face. “This ain’t no democracy,” she hears the large man say. “Now get sucking bitch!”
Having little choice in the matter, Samantha sticks out her tongue tentatively as the man holds her head back, flicking her tongue out over the member, twisting her face up in distaste as she feels the sweat and malodorous smell coming off his staff. Soon she is pulling out her tongue once more, running it along the length of the shaft and opening her mouth as wide as it can go, slowly closing over the head of the cock in her mouth.
This apparently wasn’t quick enough for the behemoth above her and he starts shoving his member into her mouth all at once, pushing it as far as it can go before holding it there. Sam struggles to breathe around his member as it is lodged in her throat, forcing her gag reaction. She beats at his legs with her tied arms, fighting futilely as the man holds her head against his member, his sharp hairs jabbing at her nose. When he pulls out, she is coughing hard, gasping for air.
“You like that bitch?” he coos, still holding her head back. “Well here comes another go!”
Sam barely has time to prepare before the member is shoved back in to her mouth, thrusting in and out at a slower rhythm but fast enough and deep enough that it is still painful, the gagging reflexes in her throat still sounding and trying to force the large member out. Part of her mind is aware something is rubbing at her slit, but it doesn’t register until the thing slams deep into her vagina in a sharp, painful thrust. Then she screams with the thing in her mouth.

Rueben contents himself at first with simply rubbing his member along the woman’s slit, his scrotum rubbing against it as well, bouncing on the cold metal of the tire iron. He’d had to stand on his toes to get it above the hard metal and now it rest there, being chilled by the thing, pushing down on it so the woman can feel her guts twisting up, not that he cares.
All he cares about is the feel of her slit and it feels heavenly! It teases the length of his manhood, sending sharp shafts of pleasure up its length. Soon, Rueben is finding himself getting hard despite the cold of the hard metal, it starting to become slick with his warming sweat. Soon, he thinks, he’ll shove this into the bitch’s warm slit and ram it in hard. Then she’ll be sorry, oh so sorry!

Oscar jerks his member out none too soon, just barely missing the bitch’s teeth clamping down on his manhood as she screams. He feels at one of her teeth nipped at the skin of member and he slaps her across the face, hard, enough to split her lip.
“Don’t ever do that again, bitch!” he yells.
“But it hurts!” she cries in a pained expression and Oscar can see Rueben jabbing her vag with his thin member, driving it in like a drill while his body pushes down on the crowbar, jabbing into her stomach.
“So what?” he grunts, slapping her for good measure. “I don’t care.”
Rueben laughs, beginning to thrust in faster, holding the young woman’s legs apart, spreading them wide so he can slam into her cervix all the harder. Though he’d have liked to have used her mouth more, Oscar nods, enjoying the show. He’s seen how Rueben does his whores and he always enjoys watching.

Samantha had nearly bit down on the length of the man’s shaft when the other one at her hips had begun to stab down at her with his manhood. It had been so large and sudden that she’d nearly shut her teeth on the other large man’s member, her mouth snapping down just barely out of reach of his skin. The taste of his foulness is still in her mouth but it is soon forgotten when compared to the gorge trying to make its way into her tight canal.
“No!” she groans, “oh god! Stop!”
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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.
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