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one of the request and one of the bigger ones that has some flash backs and goes for a seven day period. here is the first part.
shu wen is an asian woman who is new and has to rent at a dirty apartment. having tired of the harassement from her neighbors she calls the cops in to do something about it. sadly she gets Doug and Dave who have more in common with her neighbors than they do her. poor shu wen is going to find out the hard way that the law isn't always on your side!

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She stares up at the apartment with drowsy eyes, tired and fearful. Shu wen is an immigrant who has come to the states since only a few months back to try her luck at a better life in the great nation of hope. But she has found little of that here. Only a job that barely manages to cover the rent to an apartment of an even poorer condition. If she’d wanted this, she thinks, she’d have stayed in Korea.
Even worse are the men only a room down, across the hall, which she has to bypass each day. At first they seemed kind and helped her unpack her things and settle in when she first moved but as of late they have grown vulgar, their comments down right filthy and the looks they give her.... as if they’re already undressing her. It makes her shudder.
Shu wen would consider herself pretty, but nothing to catch the eye. She has deep rich brown eyes, dark hair that curls down over her shoulders, a body that pushes out with a formidable sized C cup breast size and wide roundish hips. While that is all and well she does not measure more than five foot four, and has fairly white skin, but maybe not light enough to that grabs attention, she thinks. She always remembers all the men going for the women who were of a lighter variety of skin than she back in her country and though she has had a boyfriend, she never felt comfortable enough to give him her chastity. So at 24 years of age, even now, she remains a virgin, having lost that boyfriend years before her move here. But with how the men next to her room speak, people would think she was a common harlot who has slept around with several men. It is not what she came to the states for, to feel like this...
Gritting her teeth, she pushes the door open and sure enough, at the base of the steps are Mark and Carl smoking what she thinks might be sticks of marihuana. Filthy. They themselves refer to each other by their Spanish equivalents, Marcos and Carlos. Both are of Hispanic origin. Thin and not overly distasteful of look, though one is fully shaved of scalp and bares the remnants of a mustache, the other has the full look of a goatee and unshaven face. Both wear tattoos and earrings on their bodies, wearing loose unbuttoned shirts and tank tops beneath them that generally have the stains of sweat on them. Their pants are no better with overly large belts and knees already worn through. She knows in some places it’s a style but it doesn’t look very good in her opinion. And both are smoking, adding to the uncomfortable gazes they give her.
The one grips the other by the shoulder as he eyes her, already seeming to undress her with his gaze. Instinctively she covers her breasts. A mistake.
“Look Carlos. It’s the big cow with her tits hanging out.”
Mark, who had been in a daze, looks up and smiles. “Yeah...” He gets up and Shu wen finds herself stepping back. “How about a little milk baby? I can help you milk those udders of yours good!”
She circles around them both, stomping up the steps and hurriedly rushing to her apartment room door. “Hey,” says Mark, coming up the stairs in a stumbling gate. “What’s the rush, putita? You stay around we can help you take some weight off that ass.”
“Or put some on!” says his friend.
“Oh yeah.....” says Mark and begins to laugh.
In her haste to open her door, she jams the key into the slot and misses, dropping the keys. She quickly bends down, picking them up, aware of the men sauntering over, their looks already making her shudder. “Oh! Look at that fine ass. I can really see how we could add some good weight there. Me, between them cheeks. Bend her over and give her a good fuck over the hood of my car.” He makes a smacking sound with his lips and Shu wen shudders. “Yeah, must be heaven!”
She shoves the keys into the lock once more, jangling them on the knob, hearing the metal resist, almost as if taunting her. As if wanting the men to commit those vile acts upon her body. She jerks at the handle, trying to push the key in. “You having trouble putita?” ask one. “You know, it’s men who put things in holes. Not women. Maybe you’d like me to show you?” She looks back at the duo with wide eyes, her mouth partly agape and goes back to struggling with the door. After what feels like several minutes the key goes through, the bolts shifting out of the way and she opens the door, slipping in and slams it behind her.
“Ey! Don’t be like that putita,” says Mark from just behind the door. “We just wan’ give you some lovin’ is all!”
She leans back against the door and sobs. Yes, she’s wearing a tight shirt with the suit emphasizing her chest and a short skirt with high heels, but they’re requirements for work! It’s not her choice to dress like this! How can these men not see that!? Don’t they care? She lowers her head, wrapping her arms around her knees, pulling them close and begins to sob.
The men continue to talk about her behind the door but eventually grow bored and leave her. She stays staring at the dirty tiled floor, her eyes glazed over, tears drying on her face and sweat from her fear making her dress sticky. She can’t go on like this she thinks. She needs to do something. But what?
She removes her cell phone from the purse she’s been carrying and dials out a number. The ringing on the other end seems to last an eternity. Long enough her resolve almost breaks, but finally, someone comes on the other end. “Hello, dispatch?” she says, when the woman answers. “I’d like to report a complaint about sexual harassment.”
“Hold on,” says the woman in a semi bored tone on the other end. “I’ll send two officers over right now.”
She smiles, her heart already slowing. Now maybe something can be done. Wiping a tear from her eyes, she says “Thank you.”

Dave sighs as he steps out of the car, his long face looking almost gaunt. He slips his cap down and groans as he walks out, rubbing at his pants. “Hey now,” says Doug, his partner, a heavy set man with several layers of fat on him, his mustache bristling. “You keep that stuff to yourself for now. You hear?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” says Dave, forcibly taking his hand away from his crotch. He’s already been written up once for looking unprofessional, might as well not give the big boss bitch at work more reasons to write him up. As he adjust his tie he looks over at Doug who smacks down on a doughnut, his double chins waggling. The yellow tube goes in and a cascade of crumbs fall out, spilling all over his blue uniform. How Doug avoids being written up for the same things is beyond him.
“Well,” says Doug, lowering the brim of his hat. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Yeah,” says Dave. “Might as well.” He sighs and follows his partner over to the dirty apartment complex. Dave sighs as he walks up the creaking steps, the smell of tobacco and other drugs thick in the air, the smoke still palpable. He waves his hand and coughs. “Why exactly do we always get all these shit hole places?” he says.
“Just the luck Davey,” says Doug. “Part of how we roll. Plus, you know it’s how we get the other market down too.”
“Yeah.. And we haven’t had any of the other market for awhile now. My pecker is getting ancy. Thinkin’ maybe I want to pay Kim another visit.”
“Nah...” says Doug, scanning the room numbers for the apartment number they’re looking for. 2B, he thinks it was. “Don’t visit the same crapper twice. It’s bad luck.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” says Dave. “Still need something to take the edge off.”
“Well, keep your eye out,” says Doug. “You never know when she’ll show up.”
“Looking forward to it,” says Dave. They’d had a little party with a month awhile back, even recorded it all on film. But it’s been more than a month now and Dave is starting to get a little antsy. It’s unfortunate they hadn’t thought of actually filming anything until their last encounter with a woman. It’s a good way to take the edge off on breaks.
“Look sharp Davey,” says Doug and instinctively Dave finds himself adjusting the tie on his uniform again as Doug knocks on the door. The call came in about twenty minutes ago of some woman being harassed by the neighbors. Both men had rolled their eyes at that and gone out grumbling. It had been a slow night and the last thing either really wants to do is deal with some rowdy teenagers harassing some old woman. But a job is a job and they have appearances to keep up.
Doug knocks on the door with two loud bangs. “Ms. Shu wen Song?” Doug booms. “It’s the police. We’re here on your call about sexual harassment?”
“Coming,” a young voice says. Both men look at one another then back at the door. That certainly doesn’t sound like an elderly woman. Could it really be a young woman legitimately being harassed for ... looking good? Dave licks his upper lip in anticipation of what they may find.
The door opens and both men smile, glancing at each other with a dark gleam. Perhaps their time of abstinence is finally at an end.

Doug, always on his best behavior, nods and tilts his cap. “Are you Ms. Shu wen?” he asks formally. “We’re here on police business.”
The woman nods, a slight tilt of her head, hair waving. “Yes, I’m Shu wen,” the woman says timidly.
Dave licks his lips. She has a nice round face and fairly large breasts. Not D’s, but close enough he can probably slap them around. He’d love to see what they look like after he’s been at them with the whip for a few hours. The black top the woman is wearing nicely snuggles her breasts, squeezing them tight so he can look down into her cleavage. Dave grins and he wonders how it will be like to use those bags to slip his dick in between and roughly fuck them? Maybe after a good whipping making her wince with each thrust of his dick? It makes him smile.
“I’m officer Doug Andrews and this is officer David Wilson.”
Toning down his grin, Dave nods. “At your service mam.” She looks at him with a confused expression and nods, perhaps having caught that grin he had earlier. He needs to watch it so she doesn’t grow suspicious. “Th-thanks,” she says in a squeaking voice.
“Your age mam?” says Doug, pulling out his notepad immediately.
The woman immediately turns her attention back to Doug. He has that reassuring type of personality that lulls women into a false sense of security. All part of the act. “24,” she says, responding to his question.
“How long have you been here?”
“Uh... four months about?” she says with a tentative look, grasping her hands together as somewhat unsure of herself.
Dave lets Doug do the chit chatting. He circles around the girl so he can look at the rest of her. She has nice long, full legs and he loves how her skirt is hugging her ass, just barely riding over the base of her rear so he can probably look at her ass so clear if she just bends down... It almost makes him want to slam the girl against the wall right now and pull her skirt down, shove his dick up into that tight pussy and make her scream as he dry fucks her.
If not for the pretenses they have to keep up, he probably would do just that. He’s sure Doug wants to too, though he’s better at keeping the pretenses up. Dave looks around the large room, looking at how spacious it is without very many items and one dormitory and one bathroom. Fairly empty of any accommodations he sees. A typical Asian.
“And this has been going on for four months now?” Doug continues.
“Yes,” says the woman, nodding, her shoulder length hair bobbing. He’d like to grip that hair and yank her head back to spit in her slanted eyes, he thinks. But he waits, fiddling with the keys in his pockets, perilously close to where his dick is against his underwear.
“The two men you describe,” says Doug, “they’re living just down the hall in 2B?”
“Yes, that’s them,” says the girl, her eyes narrowing in anger. Dave sees her fist are clenched as well. Though she looks soft, there’s some fire there. For now. He’ll like stomping that bit of flame out.
“Alright,” says Doug, putting away his pencil and paper into his shirt pocket. “We’re going to have a little talk with your neighbors. See if we can’t get this settled outside of court.”
“Alright,” says the woman submissively. “Thank you.” Dave notes how she keeps her hands folded before her and gives a quick bow. Dainty thing, he thinks, but she holds her shoulders firm, chest out thrust and face strangely defiant. A definite fire under that dress. Pity. It’s not going to last.
Doug claps him on the shoulder and he nods to the Asian before heading out. As the door closes, Dave grins, his smile turning into a wide mouthful of teeth. “She our next one?”
“Oh yeah!” says Doug almost too loudly, exhaling a breath of air and loosening his tie. “Had to try and hold myself back from fucking the broad right there. You see the rack on that bitch?”
“Yeah, sure did but gotta’ do it by the book, eh?” says Dave.
“Got that fuck right. But this extra tension? She’s gonna’ pay for that. You’re gonna’ see. Now... let’s go see what the competition has been doing giving our little Shu wen a hard time.”
“You even remembered her name,” says Dave, grinning. “How sweet of you.”
“Yeah,” says the large chunky man as he turns the bend and stands before the dirty door of 2B. “It’s the last sweet thing I’ll be doing for that girl.”
Dave’s hand is already traveling down his trousers, stroking his member. “Yeah...” he whispers. “I’m sure it is.”

Shu wen shuts the door, locking it behind the two officers with a click. While it does seem they are here to help, at least by the standpoint of officer Andrews, officer Wilson gave her an unnerving feeling. The looks he gave her, they feel too similar to what Mark and Carl have given her these past weeks. She tries to put the thoughts aside, going to the kitchen to brew a hot cocoa. It’s been a busy night, with clients demanding updates to their work and the boss being up on her neck about it. But with the agitation she’s had she’s slowed down at work and that has cost her in production. And a raise...
She shakes her head and pours a bit of the ground powder into the cup, stirring it slowly with a spoon. It hadn’t started like this, she thinks, back four months ago. Back then when she’d first come here, this place had looked ideal. A bit rundown but a good place to start. If she did well in the promotions department for the ad agency she had come to work for then she could start moving up along the working scale and start earning a real income. But she had to start at the bottom rung first. She’d been accepting of that and had the movers start moving in her things to this rundown but sturdy apartment complex.
The apartment had looked warm and cozy and she didn’t need much space. Just somewhere to lay down and take a break after work, plan ahead for the future. Somewhere to relax away from the stresses of work and call her own.
As she’d been unloading her boxes two men had come out, smiling and waving. “Hello, chica!” one had said. “You new to the neighborhood?”
“Yes,” she’d answered warmly, bowing to both of them. They’d both been dressed in thread bare jeans and sleeveless tops but she’d assumed it was just because both had the day off. She’d put aside the thought that both also smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. After all, everyone was free to their own vices.
“What a lovely girl,” the one had said. “She knows just how to treat men. Come on chiflado. Let’s help her unpack,” the one had said, waving to the other.
“That’s not necessary. I have the movers helping...” She’d tried to say. She hadn’t wanted to impose on these two even if they were simply being welcoming.
“Pfft,” the man had said, waving her complaints aside. “This isn’t the work for some nobodies from outside the barrio. That ain’t no proper welcome. Come on bro! When a pretty lady ask for help, we help!” The other man had nodded, looking in her direction, licking his lower lip as he’d observed her. But quickly he’d followed the first, going into the moving van to help unload what was left of the boxes, which hadn’t been much to begin with.
“But I didn’t...” she’d begun to stutter when both men had already started going into the van unloading her supplies. She’d sighed and nodded. They’d just wanted to be helpful she’d thought. Though even then she remembers the brother having eyed her, looking over her legs and body. She’d been wearing a casual green dress that came down to her knees with spaghetti straps at her shoulders, low cut baring a good amount of cleavage. Simple but clean and elegant she’d thought. She hadn’t realized it could incite men in the area into malicious thoughts. She’d soon learn though.
The man who’d looked her over had made her a bit uncomfortable but it hadn’t been anything she thought she needed to worry about back then. Thinking she’d thank the two men for their help, she invited them over for drinks. That’s were things first started to slip.

She’d simply invited both men into her small apartment and taken out two glasses, pouring them both some orange juice since although it had just been a small set of packages they both helped her remove, it still took some work to do and she should show she was appreciative. “Here you go,” she’d said with a smile. “Something to drink.”
“Thanks,” the one named Mark had said, “but really, I’d prefer some peanuts.”
She’d looked at him with confusion and he’d simply looked at her with a dark grin, his teeth gleaming, his eyes traveling down her dress it seemed. She hadn’t understood the meaning to his words but they left her chilled. She’d pushed herself away from the table, slowly rubbing her arms.
“Well honestly Chink,” the other had said. “Don’t you want something to drink? I mean being in a new city and all you probably want to try some new flavors right?”
She’d given the other a confused look but had been somewhat angry at the word “chink.” While she hadn’t understood what he meant by the drink, if he’d been inviting her to a bar or something, she simply hadn’t been sure, but the word he used with it had left no doubt. Rising, she’d pushed herself away and looked both men sternly in the face. She wouldn’t tolerate people who used that kind of racial slander.
“Both of you,” she’d nearly hollered, just barley keeping her voice down. “Get out, now!”
“Aren’t you going to give us our reward,” the one who had insulted her continued. “A farewell kiss or a lap dance?”
Her hands balled into fist and trembling, she’d whispered in a dark voice, “Get out, before I call the police. Now.”
Mark, the first one, scooted out of his chair, shrugging his shoulders. “Girly isn’t used to our type in the barrio, Carlito. Let’s get a move on for now.”
“I don’t want anything to do with your kind,” she’d growled looking at them both with anger filled eyes.
“Oh?” Carl had said with a wicked grin. “But we sure want something to do with yours. I hear you chinks are real tight down below.”
“Get out!” she’d screamed, grabbing one of the newly unpacked glasses with juice from the table and hurling it at Carl’s head. The bastard had managed to duck, the glass shattering behind him, spilling juice over his filthy shirt.
“Hey! You got juice over my shirt bitch!” he’d said, picking at his shirt with greasy fingers. The other had grabbed him by the shoulder and shaken his head. “Not now, Carlito. Not now.”
The man had grunted but turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. Shu wen had looked at the door for a time before turning back to the broken shards near the door with spilled juice over the dirty carpet. She’d kept herself firm and gone to clean, but.... the event had left her rattled and it soon continued and escalated from there.
Now she bites at her fingers, thinking on both men and hoping against hope that the two patrol officers can actually do something about them. Because if they can’t she really isn’t sure what she’s going to do. She hugs her knees close to her chest against the couch and cries bitterly.

Dave and Doug wait for what feels like hours in front of the door to apartment 2B but what in reality is only several minutes. “Officer Andrews and Wilson here,” Doug yells, beating on the door with a closed fist, rapping on it repeatedly as his lips pucker out and face goes from pale to a beat red. Yet there is no response. “Open up!”
Doug removes his cap, wiping his sweaty scalp and grunts. “Fucking inbred yahoos,” he says. “I swear...”
“They aren’t in,” says Dave nonchalantly, bending over and inserting a long twisting hook with a second split off from it into the lock. “So just hold on a sec while I jimmy the lock.”
“Now you just wait a second there,” says Doug, sweat already beading on his forehead. “You can’t just...”
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“Now you just wait a second there,” says Doug, sweat already beading on his forehead. “You can’t just...”
Dave feels the lock give and there is a click. The door slides open with a screeching whine, falling back to admit both men entry into a darkened room. Dave stands back up, pocketing his picks and smiles at his partner, motioning to him to step inside. “After you,” says Dave, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” says Doug, spittle flying from his lips as he squashes down his cap. “Let’s get this over with and see what we’ve got.”
Dave tags behind his partner after the man walks in, the dark all consuming. The room smells of tabac and old sweat mixed in with vomit. Doug raises his shoe, feeling something moist beneath it and curses. “This is a fucking pig sty,” he growls.
“Yeah,” says Dave, flipping on the light switch and walking behind his partner. “Reminds me of your own apartment. Nothing like home sweet home.” The lighting is dim, and as he looks around he can see crushed beer cans, empty bottles and empty or half empty pizza boxes lying strewn about. A roach skitters by the floor quickly, running beneath one of the ruined chairs. The chairs themselves look old and moldy with rips and tears along the surface, wood exposed from certain injuries. An old TV set lies pushed against the wall with a small table littered with boxes in front of it. “Yeah...” he says, “fucking sty.”
“Will ya’ look it that,” Doug whispers behind him. Dave turns around, scanning the wall and his mouth nearly drops. He walks closer, slowly, and tilts his cap, smiling.
“What.. The .. Fuck?”
“My thoughts exactly,” says Dave, drawing closer and picking off one of the photos from the wall. It’s a picture of their little Asian, though from the looks of it, it’s from the shower stall from a view above it. From the blurry foreground he guesses there’s a tree that’s near the bathroom. Though what draws him in is that it’s a picture of their Asian neighbor, hugging her two tits while she sprays her body off with water.
It’s not the best quality shot, he thinks. Kind of blurry at best, but it is telling of what Ms. Shu Wen’s neighbors have been up to. Scanning the photos on the back wall, and there are several, the evidence is quite stacked against the tenants of apartment 2B. Well, if they bothered telling the department that is. They might actually let this one slide if the men choose to cooperate. Dave turns back to scanning the images on the wall.
Pictures upon pictures lie stacked on the wall, tacked or stapled on or some even taped. Mostly of the Asian woman coming in and out of the apartment. Boring images really. But a few seem centered on going up her skirt so the image follows the swell of her derriere, or looking down at her body so that they can see the crease of her breasts that are so enticing. Despite the poor quality, Dave feels a hard on pushing against his pants.
“Well,” he says, looking at another photo. “If I didn’t want to fuck the Asian bitch before, I sure do now.”
“You and me both partner,” says Doug, picking out another photo from the pile on the wall. “Bitch sure has a fine set of legs.” Dave can hear him smacking his lips and smiles.
He is about to say something more when he hears laughter coming from the hall. He pats Doug on the shoulder, motioning to the door. “Looks like our guest have arrived.”
“Well good,” says Doug, tilting his cap. “Now we can get this little adventure started.”
As the door opens admitting four gentlemen of questionable repute, Dave and Doug put on their biggest grins. “Well gentlemen,” says Doug, “I think there’s some explaining you folks need to do.”

Marcos was having a blast with his brother Carlos and the other two neighbors they knew from down the block. Tom, a large black man with a hefty weight, giving him a good double chinned look and Richard, an older hillbilly back country type of gent. Richard couldn’t speak quite as well but he seemed to get along with everyone well enough and wouldn’t treat them as something less simply because of their race, unlike a lot of people they’d met down the line who because of being from a “barrio” or being of some minority race in the states, they’d get looked down upon. But not Richard. It could well be because other white folks seemed to look down on him for his speech, or it may be the more common union of all of them having ideas of their little gook bitch neighbor, Sho win or whatever her name is. In fact they’d just been talking about her and what they’d love to do with her if they could ever get her alone in the apartment with them when they’d opened the door and found two cops already waiting for them inside.
“Fuck,” Marcos whispers, seeing a large meaty officer matching Tom in appearance and a second thinner one who is grinning like some devil came outta’ hell. “Well gentlemen,” says the larger, meatier one. “I think you have some explaining to do.” He motions to the wall with all of the gook’s pictures and Marcos turns around and gives Carlos a glare. His brother just stares at him stupidly. “What?” he says, shrugging his shoulders.
“I told you we shoulda’ put those things in a folder rather than tacking them on a wall!”
“Hey,” says Carlos defensively. “You wanted them up there as much as me.”
Fuck, thinks Marcos, gathering the looks of both officers who are taking down some of the photos. “Now these are some nice photos gents,” says the large one, tapping the photos on his palm. “Not the best quality, but I get the gist of em.”
“You ain’t got nothin’ on us,” Carlos mouths off.
“No,” says the thinner officer, leaning on a chair. “We got plenty. And that’s what we wanted to talk about.”
“Um... we’ll leave you two to it then,” says Tom from behind. “Ain’t wanting no trouble with no officers of the law.”
“Yeah, me neither,” says Richard. “I’sa got enough with what they bear down on me already fer’ me own neighbor. Don’t need em’ on this one too.” Fucking pendejos, thinks Marcos. Wanting to bail right when it gets dicey. Like anyone else...
The younger officer whistles, giving a signal. “You boys better keep your asses parked in here as well. I’m taking it from the fact that you’re just walking in all fine and dandy that you already knew about the pictures, which makes you accessories if not accomplices. Isn’t that right Doug?”
The larger one nods with his double chin wagging. “That’s right Dave.” He walks up to them, his fat rolls swirling, an equally fat grin plastered across his chunky lips. “Fact of the matter is, we have enough to bring all four of you in for questioning.”
“I ain’t going down for just takin’ some pictures!” Carlos yells. “You can’t keep me here for-“
The large one blows a whistle none of them had seen him pull out and shakes his head, palms extended up to them. “Easy. Easy. We aren’t here to step on anyone’s toes. Quite the contrary.” The large man turns back to the photos, grinning and turns to them, a wicked smile on his lips, eyes gleaming. It’s a look that Marcos recognizes on their own faces when they talk about things they aren’t supposed to. They could always brush it off because it was each other. But here? With a cop doing it? It sends shivers down Marcos’ spine.
“What we want is to pose a proposition here,” says the large one, eyes all small and wicked.
“What kind o’ deal,” says Richard, nearly whistling the last part.
“The kind that’ll make all our frustrations worthwhile,” says the large one, running a fat finger down across one of the photos.
“Make sense man,” says Carlos. “What you talking about?” While Carlos is overly headstrong and noisy, Marcos has to agree. What is this man talking about? Is this some kind of set up? But if so, why bother? He really does have enough evidence to put them behind bars for awhile or at least get them a hefty fine. So what’s the deal?
The rotund man waddles over to the sofa slowly and leans back against the headboard, letting himself relax. “We... me and my partner here, we want to know how serious you are about this Asian chink next door.”
“What are you talking about man?” says Tom, bullying his way to the front, his figure somewhat imposing next to the cop’s.
“I’m saying I think that twat would make a good fuck and we want to know if you gents want in or out?” He says the words slowly and it makes Marcos shiver to a degree. He can’t really mean what he thinks he means, can he?
“Speak straight,” says Marcos. “Either arrest us or make sense of what you’re talking about.”
The fat one grins and turns to his partner. “Man, these boys sure are slow.” He turns back to the four and in a more serious tone says, “I’m talking about raping the bitch.”
Marcos is sure his mouth is hanging open cuz the cop can’t be serious about what he just said. Can he? He notices his expression is mirrored by the others who aren’t sure how to take the information just given to them either. It has to be a joke. Or.. Or entrapment of some sort. The cop can’t be serious. Can he?
“So I’m asking,” says the officer in a dark tone. “Do you want in or out?”
Then it finally dawns on him. The officer is dead serious. He wants to rape their neighbor. So then, what is the catch?

Marcos isn’t convinced. It sounds too peachy, too perfect he thinks. The idea that the cops want to fuck the same woman they do? Yeah right. When hell freezes over. And even if the cops do want to rape her, why tell them about it? Why not just grab her themselves and fuck her? There has to be more to this than what these pendejos are revealing.
“Alright, Jefe,” says Marcos, looking at the two pigs with narrowed eyes. “How do we know you’re on the level? How do we know you ain’t setting us up for the fall in your place?”
“Honestly,” says the thin one, whistling. “If we just wanted to set you up so you’d fall, then we’d have done so already and you “chingados” would be fucked already.” The man gives him a dark grin, his eyes full of menace and Marcos thinks the man might be right. But still... he’d like to know all the cards he’s being played first.
“Maybe that’s just what you boys want us to think,” says Marcos. “Maybe you wanting us to plant incriminating evidence we can’t get around so this way you just lock us up for what you do.”
“Yessir,” says Richard. “Souns’ down right suspicious if you askn’ me.”
The thin man corrects his hat, twisting it on his scalp and shakes his head. “Come on Doug. These fuckers don’t want to do the man’s work and get to fucking that bitch. It’s up to us to spread that bitch’s legs and get her pumping.” The man looks up at the four of them, his eyes dark and menacing. “So you better not get in the way “chingados,” he says with a growl. Let’s get out of here while everything’s still good and I got my hard on still.” He sees the man’s hand go lower to his trousers...
Marcos watches and jumps back, putting his hands before his face feeling almost as if someone slapped him. “What the fuck man?!” he yells, baffled as much as anything else. He’d never before seen a cop fondle his dick in front of anybody and he doesn’t like seeing it now.
“I got a fuckin’ hard on that needs to get expended,” the cop growls. “You got a problem with that?”
“We do when you’re waving that thing in front of us!” Carlos yells, bouncing against Marcos’ shoulder, pointing accusingly at the cop. For his hollering, Carlos is right. That ain’t something authority figures are supposed to be doing in front of people, no matter how low they think of them. There just isn’t anything right about that, which sends a shiver down Marcos’ spine. It might mean they’re on the level about the rape too then.
“Wasn’t waving it at you,” the cop sneers, his eyes turning into thin slits, his voice going down several octaves. He turns back to his partner and grunts, “Come on man, I wanna’ finish this shift off and get back to watching our vids.”
“You mean the one where we raped that chink whore from downtown,” says the chunkier one with eyes down cast. Marcos’ ears twitch at this. He can’t mean it’s a video about rape, can he? That’s insane!
“Of course I fuckin’ mean that one! What other hard on vids do we got?! Geez!” The other three are out behind him with their mouths hanging but Marcos catches the officer with the wide belt smiling. It might still be some fool set up he thinks, but less and less is Marcos thinking it’s fake. And if it isn’t then it can get a lot worse for everyone. If these guys are on the level and Marcos refuses them they could still set em’ up for the fall. So why not join in on the rape? Might as well take some pussy if they’re going down for it anyways. But Marcos has never been one to simply jump into a nest full of hornets.
“Let’s say you’re on the level,” says Marcos. “Why you includin’ us in your little Asian cunt fest? Why share?”
The large one looks over at his partner who shrugs and then looks back at them, a large grin spreading across his face. “Well, that part’s easy. We’ve been thinking, the last two cunts we didn’t keep long term, and this one, well she looks like a fine piece of ass.” Marcos can hear Carlos murmur his assent and he punches the man in the shoulder.
“What you do that for?” the man bawls, rubbing his arm.
“Just listen,” Marcos says. “I want to hear what the man says.” Carlos glares at him darkly but shuts his lips. The others are simply staring from Marcos to the cop and wondering what to make of it. The cop on the other hand, acts as if he hadn’t heard anything and goes on with what he’s saying.
“Point is, we kept the last bitch for awhile, but it came out to be ... troublesome. You know, with jobs and all, especially being cops. Making up alibis and all that shit. But with you... four of you, there can always be one of you with the little Won Ton making sure she has company, if you know what I mean?” He is grinning again, like a shark with a seal in its mouth. It doesn’t make Marcos feel any more secure but he nods. He really does want to get in between that Asian whore’s legs. Show him what a Mexican immigrant can do to a tight little clam.
“Alright. Maybe you’re on the level. So what now?” he says, arms crossed over his chest, his decision made.
“Now,” says the cop, pulling down the brim of his hat over his eyes. “Now we do the boring part. We report this in like there was just a minor disturbance and we handled it, case closed.”
“And then?”
“And then we come back,” says the cop, lifting his hat again so Marcos can see his eyes gleaming. “And we show you how serious we are about filling that gook up with our spunk.”
The look the man gives him sends a shiver down Marcos’ spine, but he nods. If these men are telling the truth, well then, why pass it up?
“Agreed,” he says. “Be back in an hour if you’re on the level.”
The cop looks back at him and smiles. “Oh, we’re on the level alright. You wait and see.” As the man walks off Marcos can’t help but feel a cold chill run down his spine. They’re on the level alright. But is it worth it? He shuts the door, shaking his head and wondering if it is.

There is a rapping at the door and Shu Wen hurries to answer dawning a light robe over her nightgown as she calls out, “Coming, Just a minute!” Fixing up her hair with a few pats and cleaning the sniffles from her nose, she walks over to the door, removing the safety latches after seeing through the peep hole that it’s the two officers, Andrews and Wilson.
Wilson nods as she opens the door, a slight incline of his head. “We’ve spoken to your neighbors,” he says. “I don’t believe they’ll be coming back to give you anything more of a hard time Ms. Shu Wen.”
“Yeah,” says the younger one with the lean build, giving her a wicked grin as he leans against the door. “We made sure to stick the fear of god into those “chicanos.” So don’t you worry.” He tilts his hat towards her, giving her a wide grin, but still a shiver runs down her spine that she can’t explain. Maybe because something in the way he looks at her reminds her of the two men? She pushes the feeling down instead choosing to focus on what officer Andrews has to say.
“That being said,” says Andrews, “we’ll be coming back later on to make a check up. See that everything is running by the book as it were.”
She nods, bowing slightly. “Thank you officer. I am much obliged for your services.”
There is the slightest twisting of the man’s mouth that makes her feel uncomfortable, but then it is gone. “Nothing doing mam. You take care.”
The younger one nods, winking at her and disappears behind officer Wilson, following in his wake. She shuts the door with a bang, going about locking it. She doesn’t like the look of officer Wilson. It’s too similar to Marc and Carl with their friends. But with officer Andrews looking over him she doubts Wilson can do much in the way of unpleasantness. Fortunately.
She leans her head back and sighs. Now if only she could be sure that the police really have put a stop to the harassment from Marc and his friends then she can rest in peace and consider this nightmare officially over. She shuts her eyes and nods. Now that would be wonderful.

Doug leans against the brick wall, his forehead against the wall and his fat pecker out from his pants, jerking at the skin flap with wet slapping sounds, trying to hold back the groans he’s giving off. Wouldn’t help his case if it was reported that he was jacking off behind the apartments, but right now he almost doesn’t care. That bitch, that Asian whore.....
When they’d gone back to give her the fake report the bitch had already changed out of her business clothes into some thin ass neglige. She’d been leaning forward in such a way that he could almost look down into that dress and scoop those nice tits out. Worse was the fact the bitch hadn’t been wearing any bra so he’d been able to see her tits pressing against the transparent material. The whore was begging him to be taken then and there. He’d just barely been able to hold himself back from that action, seeing how those tits had been pressed so snugly against her body had given him a hard erection though. So now he deals with it, unable to hold it until he gets to his apartment and feels as the final heat rises, the cum shooting out from his dick and spraying all over the wall in thick rivulets. He’d worry about the smell, but he can smell piss and shit here too, so he doubts that’ll be a concern. Stuffing his thick pecker into his trousers, he waddles back to the car, slamming the door behind him as the seat gives way to his girth.
Dave sits in the car, leaning back, a thick smile plastered all over his stupid face. “What are you looking at? Aren’t I free to get off too?”
Dave chuckles. “Yeah, but I generally don’t do it until we get off shift.”
“Shut up,” says Doug with grunt, shoving the keys into the ignition.
“Alright,” says Dave, putting his hands before him again and giving Doug a serious expression. “You sure we can trust these “chicano hics” with our little party we have planned for our gook up there?”
“Yeah,” says Doug, barely giving it any thought. “Those guys have the same look to them we do. They want to get up into that bitch’s tight little hole so bad they can almost taste it. Surprised they haven’t done so already.”
“Yeah,” says Dave. “That’s what I mean. How can we trust em’ if they’ve been too pussy to do it themselves with four guys?”
“They just need the right motive,” says Doug. “That’s all. We’ll give em’ that push soon enough.” He’d seen the look in the leader’s eyes, that menacing gaze filled with lust. How he’d looked over the pictures on the wall, already undressing their little Asian sundae. Yeah, he wanted the chink the same way they did. All he needed was a motivation.
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Doug grins. Motives are all he’s about. He shifts the vehicle out of gear, pulling out of the dirty parking lot and heads back into the busy intersection so they can head back to work and finish off a report with some “prettied up” language to it. That should keep the precinct off their backs and off the case long enough for them to do what they want. Soon they’ll be having that bitch on her back with her legs spread wide, begging for mercy. Soon.

Marcos follows just behind Carlos, watching as the man swings the case of beers at his hip merrily. His brother even seems to be whistling a tune as he walks up the stairs of the carpeted hallway, his heavy work boots beating on the floor, dropping clods of dirt. Marcos grunts, his face sour, hands stuck deep in his pockets.
He still doesn’t trust this idea. Not fully. Coming over to the pigs’ place instead of the other way around. But the men had insisted, saying that it would raise suspicions if their little Asian got word that the two of them were seen hanging around with the men who had been harassing her. Which is true, thinks Marcos. Still, he doesn’t like this. It could be a set up and he and his brother could get arrested for it.
And those two boneheads, Tom and Richard, had bailed when the cops had insisted they come over to their place. Well, maybe they weren’t total boneheads considering it’s him and Carlos who are putting their hides on the line to see if these two are legit. Man, fuck it all, he thinks. He’s about to turn around and head back out when he hears Carlos already banging his fist on the door. Shit, he thinks as he sees brother with that stupid grin on his face in front of the door. Marcos is about to head up and grab his brother preparing to drag him back bodily when the door opens.
Marcos lets his hands drop to his side and grunts. No choice now. He heads up to see which of the pigs is welcoming them in. It’s the long one he sees. With the gaunt face and curly red hair. He’s not wearing a uniform Marcos sees. Instead wearing an opened up plaid shirt with a loose green T beneath and jeans. Like the two of them more or less. But the man gives them both a long suspicious stare Until Carlos lifts the case of beer in front of him, grinning form ear to ear like a moron. “We come bearing gifts, amigo!”
The cop grins and opens the door wide. “Come on in then!” He sees the cop turn around and yell, “hey Doug! Our co-conspirators are here and they brought refreshments!”
Marcos sighs, looking towards the exit and grumbles. So much for getting out before anything bad happened. Well now they have to sleep in the bed they made. Sighing, he puts a step forward into the apartment complex preparing for the worst.

As he steps into the room he is surprised to find how clean and immaculate the room is and looks down at his feet which are already bringing dirt onto the clean beige carpet. He groans, lifting a boot and seeing clods of dirt falling onto the clean carpeting below. Now he’s feeling like an asshole. “Don’t worry about it,” says the thin cop as he rips off one of the beers from the case Carlos carries and hands him one. “I felt the same way when I first became Doug’s roomie. Guy is a clean freak.”
“Doug?” says Marcos, pursing his lips together in a question.
“That’s me,” says the larger cop, coming from the back room in a hulking girth, his layers of fat held in by a tight white button up shirt, already layered in sweat. He grips Marcos’ hand, shaking it in a firm grip. “Glad you could make it. What about the other two?”
“They pussied out, man,” says Carlos with no hesitation, slapping a beer into Doug’s meaty hand. “Thought you be the feds setting them up.”
The thin one claps the fat one, “Doug,” on the shoulder. “Well there’s precedence for that. It’s happened before with other cops,” he says, taking a long swig from his beer, his adam’s apple swinging as he chugs down the beer, liquid spilling over his mouth.
Doug is quick to throw a dirty dish towel at the man which the thin one catches deftly. “Clean yourself off. Any stains here you’re going to be the one cleaning em. Not me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” says the thin one, wiping himself off. “Whatever.”
“Sorry,” says Doug. “Dave isn’t the cleanest gent we have around here, but he’s a good man.”
“Fuck that,” says Carlos, spilling some of his own beer onto the floor which Marcos notes makes the big one’s hands quiver a bit. “We don’t want no good cops. We want you to be bad. That’s why we’re here, ain’t it?”
“Speaking of,” says Marcos to distract the officer from concentrating overly on his brother’s less than cordial mannerisms. “How do we know this isn’t some kinda’ set up? I mean, you both look real clean here. Too clean maybe.”
Doug claps his hands together and grins. “Well, that’s the thing. Ever hear “if it’s too good to be true, it generally is?”
Marcos nods. He’s heard that one plenty of times. Generally it meant that if something was too perfect there was always something wrong with it. They both had found the truth of this statement time and time again. It’s something that has left Marcos being overly cautious in his dealings with others. “Yeah, that’s just my point. If you two are such upstanding officers how can we be sure you’re legit on this whole ...” He waves his hand, trying to look for the word and shakes his head settling on something simpler. “The thing with the neighbor. How we know you’re on the level?”
“Well that’s just it,” says Doug. “Me and Dave, we aren’t on the level. And that’s why you can trust us. Because we’re just like you. Well...” He grins and looks at his partner. “Probably not “just like” as you two are still fucking virgins.”
“Hey! Don’t be dissin’ me puto!” says Carlos, slapping himself on the chest. “I ain’t no virgin. I been’ hitting the pussy since I was thirteen Gringo!”
“That’s not the kind of virgin he means, brother,” says Marcos darkly. “Isn’t that right, Doug?”
The fat one waggles his double chins in a knowing manner and motions to the living room with its plush decor, the chairs centered around an incredibly large stereo system Marcos could hardly ever dream of affording. As the two sit and Doug takes his own seat with the thin one leaning over the chair, Doug leans forward with a dark look, teeth gleaming a dull yellow and says, “You want to know if I’m on the level? Then listen to my story and you decide.”
“What?” says Carlos, throwing up his arms. “Get real man. I don’t have time for stories. I want some pussy!”
“Oh,” says the thin one with a malicious grin, nodding. “You’ll like this story. Trust me. It has lots of pussy.”
Marcos grips his brother’s arm and nods. “Alright, Gringo. We’re listening.”
The fat one’s grin grows even wider if at all possible, his words washing over them and soon even Carlos is rapt in attention, his eyes riveted. Marcos stares, his mouth wide. This can’t be for real, he thinks. But if it is, then the clean and upstanding citizens in this room certainly aren’t the cops and the thought of this sends a shiver down his spine. One of excitement and dark possibilities whispering in his ear. He licks his upper lip and listens with attention.

The smoke rises thickly in the unmarked vehicle, circling the ceiling of the car. Dave takes a puff from his own cigarette, listening to the heavy metal beats from the band “Disturbed” while rocking his head back and forth. He leans back, one arm over the shoulder of the seat, eyes glazing over as he listens to his friend and partner rant about the newest girl who has dumped him in his long line of failed conquest.
“That fucking cunt,” Doug hisses, double chin wagging, spit and slobber spilling from between fat lips as he stubs the cigarette into the ashtray. “Fucking cunt. What could that asshole offer her that I couldn’t?”
The “asshole” in question had been a highly paid banker. And Fran had been on the rebound since said asshole had actually dropped her but then come back into her life. Fran, a bit chunky... okay, nearly as bad as Doug, had been using Doug as her little play toy while she waited for the banker to get back together with her or whatever. Probably using Doug to make the banker jealous. Maybe there had been the possibility she wasn’t using Doug and it just happened if not for her old flame she would’ve taken him up all the way, but as happened her old man came back into her life and the dominos fell back into place for her and out for Doug. Banker and Fran got back together and Doug was left in one of his self pity binges, shirt a stained dirty mess with pretzel pieces and beer stains, breath smelling of tobac and guy looking like he has heavy bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and heavy crying.
Dave simply nods his agreement while Doug continues to rail on about how he’d been misused and cheated on. The same old thing that had happened before. He starts with bawling and self pity and moves to aggression and hate. It’s of no issue to Dave though. On days like this he’s able to get a bit looser, not having to worry about dress code and cleanliness like he normally has to around Doug. Add to that they often take a few days off so Doug can cool off and it almost feels like a vacation to Dave. Almost.
So it’s no sweat off his back, well except for having to listen to these tirades of Doug’s. Like now, while they sit in an unmarked old chevy, sitting in front of the entrance to a well known rave local.
Dave has been watching the girls coming out, more interested in the pieces of ass than in Doug’s little tirade. Despite Fran being less than a catch, Doug had acted like she was the world and got treated like shit as a result. No matter. He’ll be over it in a day or so. Instead Dave watches the girls exiting, always imaging some less than savory things with each and every one. All imagination of course. He’d never really do such things, like make their breasts swell and bleed red or beat their asses bloody. No. But it’s fun to think about considering most of the women don’t even have him register on the radar. So why should he imagine respect for them. He...
Holy shit, he thinks as he watches a Latin girl book it quickly from the entrance. A really hot little number and maybe something to temporarily grab Doug out of his flunk. The girl is dressed in a tight neon pink top with a matching skirt cinched at her waist and ridiculous knee high white boots. Despite how strong the colors are, standing out like that, the girl makes it look really good. The top hugs her chest that is holding back a formidable set of breasts with long legs shimmering in the dull light of the empty parking lot, a cute sharp face and long black hair tied into a pony tail, she did look like something out of a movie.
“Isn’t that a nice piece of ass?” Dave says as he taps Doug on the shoulder, keeping his eyes on how her hips move from side to side, imagine how he’d like to plunge his dick between her warm lips. It just makes him hot inside.
“Yeah...” Doug murmurs beneath his breath, eyes small thin slits.
“What wouldn’t you give to tap it? Man, I could just rip her clothes off and rape her. Throw her down and fuck her tight little cunt while she screams.”
“Why don’t we?” says Doug flatly, gripping the steering wheel tight, knuckles going white.
“What?” says Dave in shock. Sure, both have talked about raping a girl before and have had made some of the girls who’d been caught at these things give em a strip show before letting em go, but rape? That’s going too far. Isn’t it?
“Let’s do it,” says Dave in a low growl. “I’m sick of being a chew toy for these broads. They flaunting their asses off at us, making us spend our hard earned money on them while we get stuck with low grade beef that won’t even put out either. I’m sick of it and won’t stand for it anymore.”
“Yeah,” says Dave a bit scared now looking into Doug’s hate filled eyes. The man looks like he’s ready to do something he might regret and Dave doesn’t like it. “But what you’re talking about is a felony. We could...”
Doug turns to him, his eyes dark shadows in the light of the car. Thin white slits in the night piercing through the cloud of smoke like a devil. “You in,” he says in a dangerous voice, “or are you out?”
Dave feels his brow sweating then looks at the girl. He’d love to at least get a strip show from the bitch. And if he could tap that ass.... oh fuck it. Maybe it’s the booze talking or the fear or maybe it’s the fucking boner in his pants but he’s up for a little fucking right now, felony or not. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Doug puts the vehicle into reverse, taking out the siren from the dash and turning it on as he grinds the gears and backs out the car. The girl looks up as the vehicle roars down the dusty side of the hill and her eyes grow wide, full of horror. She knows she’s in trouble but Dave isn’t really sure just how much trouble she’s in. With Doug’s current mood he might likely run her over as make her strip. Whatever, he needs to watch his friend’s back. Dave buckles himself down. Even if it’s only a peep show this should be a fun ride. Just hopefully it doesn’t go too far, he thinks as he looks at his friend with gleaming teeth. Hopefully.

The siren blares with its whoop-whoop sound as the vehicle barrels down the small hill, stones and debris flying about. From the corner of his vision Doug can see Dave tensing, gripping the edge of the outer door, other hand on the dash, teeth grit and eyes wide. If they get in an accident, Dave is going to have multiple fracture in that arm outside. But they won’t, thinks Doug. They won’t. The fine piece of ass running ahead of them, of course, well that’s another matter. She’s an accident waiting to happen because today of all days isn’t one to rile him up. And he’s been riled.
He watches as the girl runs in an awkward gait, her skirt riding up her ass in such a way that the tan skin is clearly visible, black thong riding up in between her ass cheeks. He turns the car in a quick 360 so it spins ahead of the girl, blocking her path. Just her luck, she slams into the vehicle with a thud, falling to the floor on her rear end.
Doug gets out from the driver’s side, walking around towards the girl, grabbing her right arm and twisting her it behind her back. “Let me go,” she screams, firm jugs pressing against the glass. “You can’t do this to me! I know my rights!”
“Shut up!” he yells, pressing the girl hard against the back seat door, his arm pressed against her in such a way that his elbow grinds into her neck. “First,” he says, as he twist her arms back almost into a T-shape, not worrying about the girl’s discomfort as she begins to bawl at the painful position. “We told you to halt when we had the siren on from above the hill and you tried to run. That’s one. Two. You’re coming out from a known drug establishment. And three...” He locks the cuffs onto her wrist, squeezing them tight, the clicking sound making the girl’s eyes go wide.
“I haven’t done anything pig!” she yells, as he turns her, slamming her against the back door, her face a mask of indignant fury. But mixed with that he can also see a clear fear as her eyes are wide and her breathing ragged as her chest expands and contracts with rapid huffs. He can see the first hints of tears and Doug smiles as he shakes his head, taking the purse from the girl’s shoulder and dumping out the contents. “Hey!” she yells. “You need a...”
A packet of white falls to the floor along with a second and then a third. Small pack of a ground fine powder that gleams white in the moonlight. He picks up a packet, walking over to the girl slowly, shaking it before her face. “And what’s this?” he asks dangerously, pushing the pack just under her nose. “Some heroine on a midnight run?”
She begins to sob, the tears running down her eyes. “Please... don’t. I - I can’t go to jail.”
“Ah,” he says, tossing the baggie into Dave’s lap. “Well that’s too bad,” he says. “Cuz’ that’s exactly where you’re going.” She breaks down into hysterical tears and Doug looks at her impassively, his heart a block of stone. This was the same type of thing Fran did when she initially broke up with her abusive boyfriend, and what did she do not two months later? She went right back to him. All these cunts are fucking liars and manipulators. The whole lot of them! They all deserve to be behind bars, or worse.
“Um... Doug?” says Dave questioningly, his eyebrows arched and lips trembling as he leans out the window. “Are we taking her to jail or what?”
“Or what,” says Doug growling as he none too gently grabs the girl by a handful of hair, hauling her off the ground and opens the door, nearly tossing the screaming girl inside as she stumbles forward. He slams the door behind her, stomping over to the other end of the vehicle, sliding into his seat feeling as it sinks down beneath his weight.
“Um...” says Dave, looking out through the window at the purse with spilled contents. “What about that?”
“Leave it,” says Doug sharply. “Knowing these yahoos, someone’s bound to pick it up and walk off with it. No skin off my back.”
“Hey!” the girl yells, nearly spitting into his ear. “That’s my stuff! You can’t just leave it...”
“Well you shoulda’ thought about that before you got caught with paraphernalia on your hot little bod! So shut it!” The girl is taken aback and turns away, sniffling. It’s not hard to break these whores when you know the right buttons to push.
He buckles his belt and puts the vehicle into gear, revving the engine so it roars before screaming out of the empty parking lot with his prey in the back. Some folks are bound to happen on the bag, he thinks. He’s sure people heard inside but no one’s come to intervene, too afraid of the cops around here since they’re all crack heads and prostitutes. Girl in the back is probably both. Too bad for her she ran into him on this night.
Normally he’d have to let her walk because he never read her the Miranda rights or even showed her his badge. But where they’re going that simply won’t matter. Doug licks his lips in anticipation.

“Where are we going?” the girl yells from behind their seat, giving it a good kick as he makes a turn into a deserted stretch of dry arid land. “You can’t keep me here!” She gives another kick to the seat before her, making Doug feel it in his back. Having had enough of her attitude, he pulls out his pistol, cocking the spring on the back and aims it at the girl’s head.
“Settle the fuck down before I settle it for ya!”
The girl’s eyes widen, her mouth falling into a small “O” shape. But no more sound comes from her. “That’s better,” he says before turning back around and holstering the pistol. “Now keep quiet.”
“Holy fuck, Doug!” Dave yells, his face beat red, hands in the air. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Doug gives him a narrowed look but says nothing. Looking around, he nods, stopping the car. It is an empty deserted area with no weeds and only hard sand stone for several yards. Good enough for what he wants to do, and if Dave wants to join in, all the better. If not, well, fuck him. “Alright, this place will do,” he says, turning towards the girl.
Dave grabs his arm, knuckles going white on his limb, eyes wild and brow sweating. “What the fuck are you going to do?”
“Nothing you haven’t wanted to do for a long time,” he says quietly.
“Jesus fuck! You aren’t going to kill her, are you?!” he says, eyes wide like saucers.
Doug turns towards him slowly, settling back into his seat. “Jesus Dave,” he whispers, taken aback by Dave’s belief he’d brought the girl here to kill her. “Is that something you’ve been wanting to do to these women when they come out in their slinky skirts and tight tops?”
“Well...” says Dave stuttering and looking away. “No. I...”
“Then shut the fuck up!” says Doug, spittle flying from his lips, spraying over his partner.
“P-please, don’t hurt me,” the girl in the back seat whines. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me!”
Doug pulls out his gun, and with his other hand grips the girl hard from the back of the scalp. He pushes the gun barrel up beneath her chin and the girl whines, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know you’re going to do what I say, bitch,” he says. “Otherwise, Mikey here is going to show you how well he can fuck your jaw bone. Understand?”
The girl only sobs in reply. “Well, that’s good enough,” he says. “Now get out and get on your knees with your hands behind your head, slut.” He releases her and the door opens and shuts. As he is about to get out himself, Dave grabs his arm.
“What are you doing man?” he says, concern in his voice. “This is too fucked up. If we get caught or you kill her...”
“Relax,” says Doug. “The only ones who know we’re down here are you and me. And you’re not going to rat me, out are you?”
He waits for the man to answer, which seems to drag out for several long minutes before the man nods. “Yeah. I won’t say a thing. Just don’t shoot her.” His eyes are dead cold in this but that just makes Doug smile. He should shoot her, but he has other things in mind instead. Things that are just better if she’s alive and breathing. Walking? Well, that’s really up to her depending on how rebellious she gets. He’s not beyond shooting her in the knee.
He exits the vehicle, slamming the door behind him and walks up to the girl who has obediently put her hands behind her head, continuing to sob as she kneels on the hard packed dirt floor. He pushes the barrel against her forehead which makes her tear up more.
“What’s your name kid?” he says.
“M-monica,” she says meekly.
“Well Monica,” he says, holding the gun against her head. “We’re going to play Simon says. You do what I say and this’ll just go down as a really bad night for you. Understand?” She nods quietly.
“Good,” he says, unbuckling his belt and jerking down his pants, his undergarments coming down with it. “So now you’re going to do what I say.” The girl is already shaking her head as she sees his large thick member spring out, bulbous head already pink and bloated.
“No... please...” she whimpers. He talks over her as if she hadn’t said a thing, because as far as he’s concerned, she hasn’t.
“Now you’re going to suck this cock head and take it all the way down your throat. You’re going to choke, you’re going to gag, but you won’t bite down. Cuz’ I feel your teeth on me you’re going home minus one knee cap. Got it?”
The girl is pleading that he not do this, so he slaps her with the butt of the gun across the cheek making her cry out. “Got it?!” he yells, his face flustered red. The girl nods, holding her sore cheek. “Good, now open up your mouth, you gook slut.”
She isn’t Asian, he knows. But she bares enough semblance to one that he couldn’t give a damn. Either way, as the girl opens her trembling mouth, he looks down at her and feels a heat rise, warming down on his testicles. He grips the back of her hair and slams the girth of his manhood deep into her throat in one go, feeling as her neck instantly constricts around his member, giving it a wonderful squeeze, the girl’s eyes going wide as she yells around his manhood. He looks up towards the sky and groans. This is exactly what he shoulda’ done to Fran and the others, but this Spic is even better. Much better. Can’t be older than 17 and with a mouth that feels like heaven. He grips the sides of her head and begins thrusting in and out, jack hammering into her lips as she gurgles around his member. “Now remember,” he growls. “No biting if you want both your knees working!”
Her only reply is a whining gurgle as the tears stream down her eyes. He laughs and jerks against her face even harder, if that is at all possible. It really is heaven. He should have done this forever ago to the first girl he dated back in high school. But better late than never.

Dave watches as Doug pulls out his pecker, that large piece of meat swinging out before him like so much uncooked sausage. “Jesus fucking god damned Christ,” he whispers, turning away. He’d known Doug was unstable with losing Fran so recently, but he hadn’t believed he was this bad. He can’t believe the man he has admired for so long is actually doing this, fucking a girl’s throat raw in front of him.
He really can’t believe what he is seeing, but at the same time he can’t stop looking at it. At how the girl’s head is bobbing up and down on his friend’s oversized cock, his flab swinging up and down on her forehead. It’s mesmerizing, almost. And Dave watching doesn’t get past Doug’s attention.
“Like what you see Dave?” he hears the man holler, his lips spreading in a wide grin.
“Oh Jesus,” Dave groans, leaning back on his seat, trying to fall back into it and let it eat him. No such luck unfortunately as the seat barely lets him sink into it. He still has a clear shot of what’s happening before him and it’s embarrassing. He tries to avert his gaze and look at the dashboard though he can still hear the girl gargling on Doug’s manhood, which is very hard to ignore.
“Hey Dave, maybe you’ll like this part better!”
Dave looks at this and his eyes widen. The girl is waving her hips at him, wide and large, her panties pulled down already, her snatch dark in the moonlight, but inviting all the same while on all fours. He watches that erotic play of her derriere swaying back and forth and feels his cock tenting up. How long has he wanted to fuck a whore like this? One with nice big tits and a fine ass? And she’s right in front of him? Pretty much fucking naked. And even if he doesn’t get in on the act he’s still gonna’ get time for being an accomplice. So why shouldn’t he get in on the fun? If he’s going to serve the time anyways...
“Fuck this!” Dave growls, punching the dash and unbuckles the belt, opening the door and slamming it shut behind him with a bang making the girl bounce.
“Finally decided to come out, did you?” says Doug, chuckling. “She’s not bad from this end. But I leave the good part to you.”
“How considerate of you,” he says in a deadpan voice. He can hear the girl whimpering which almost turns him off from his boner, but how her hips are waving, now that opening to her womanhood a lighter pinkish color, it all becomes too much to ignore. He unbuckles his belt hurriedly and pushes down his pants, his penis flicking up erect and hard already. He holds it, hesitating for a moment before thrusting it deep in the girl’s pussy in one push. He grunts as he feels the hard edges of her vag scrape around his cock. Maybe he shoulda’ lubed her up a bit first? Not that it matters now. He’s already inside so might as well get it done.
“I knew you had it in you,” says Doug, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, fuck you,” says Dave, holding his cock quivering inside the warm and tight vice of the woman’s cunt.
“No,” says Doug, looking down at the girl. “Fuck her. She feels a lot better. Trust me.”
“Yeah, whatever,” says Dave mumbling as he begins to push into the woman. Whatever the case now, if he would have had leniency once, it’s gone now. He’s fully part of the rape. Might as well make the best of it. And so he thrust into the girl, feeling her warmth around his cock, and begins to push into her more forcibly, hearing her moan now, not just because of Doug, but because of his own actions. Seriously, what has he done now? He considers this as he continues to thrust his hips against the girl, pumping against her body in sharp jabs. Well, he thinks, in the shit now. And he thrust into her to accentuate the point to himself.

Despite his initial misgivings or that nagging voice in the back of his head saying he should stop this, that it’s wrong, Dave thinks as he grips the whore’s hips, that this feels really quite good. He wonders why he hadn’t done it before? Oh yeah, that nagging voice which might be right.
He thrust into the girl’s tight, vice like snatch, pushing in and out rapidly, his ball sack slapping against her hips and feels his loins heating up, his dick becoming stiffer and more engorged with fluids, about ready to burst. Inside this girl’s tight body gripping him like sweet velvet it becomes harder to avoid that climax. You let go, he thinks, and there’s no turning back.
“You enjoying yourself now, pal?” says Doug, continuing to thrust deep into the girl’s mouth, making her gag and choke. Dave watches her head bobbing back and forth and simply grins. Yeah, fuck it, he thinks, thrusting in against her harder, brutalizing her vag with his member as he tries to slam it down into her cervix. He isn’t likely to get something this good again, so why regret it? His hips answer by continuing with pounding away at the girl, slamming into her viciously.

Doug grins, feeling those lovely lips around his manhood. It’s too bad it’s so dark, he thinks as he looks down at the girl’s tear streaked face. He’d love to see her expression as he pushes his cock in and out of her, as he feels her cheeks spread around his member and give way to his meat. Really, it is too bad. If only he’d brought a camera.... Maybe next time.
Next time, he thinks? Should there be a next time? But as he looks down at the girl, begging and gagging, he thinks such a girl would never willingly give herself to the two of them. All girls like this are stuck up cunts who never put out despite getting hundreds of dollars in commodities from men like him. No. There’s no reason for him to feel bad about this, or for there not to be a next time. Just... he thrust into her mouth again, shoving it into the back of her throat so she’s giving a pained sound. Just next time he’s going to make sure to get better prepared for it. And maybe Dave will actually help out this time.
This thought makes him smile and he finds himself suddenly gripping a handful of the girl’s hair, thrusting his hips deep against her throat and spilling his seed deep inside her with his next thrust. She cries, struggling against him, thrashing her head back and forth, trying to dislodge him, but he doesn’t let go, instead pushing her head down further against his hips so his cock hairs are spitting her nose. “You swallow that jizz, you bitch. Swallow it or you ain’t breathing!”
He shakes her head, waving it on his cock head so his dick hairs scratch up the insides of her nose. The girl does as she is told, her throat convulsing and swallowing before he dumps her on the floor, spilling the last of his cum down on her face. She is choking and sobbing, head against the stone floor, trying to move her arms so she can cover her face, breathing hard. He grins, feeling a secondary heat inside him and lets loose his bowels on top of her, his piss spraying her face and hair in a filthy slime.
The reaction is immediate as the girl begins to shriek and howl, writhing on the floor, the hot piss running down her face and neck. He grins, only imagining how Fran would look on the other end of his golden shower, screaming, begging him to stop. “You fucking bastard!” the girl screams on the floor. “You’ll pay for this!”
“No we won’t,” he says, letting the final dredges of his piss spill on her hair as he cleans it off. “Cuz you don’t know who we are. And you’re in the middle of nowhere. Good luck getting back into town.”
He turns away from her and hears her screaming. “Wait! You can’t leave me here! I’ll die!”
“That’s your choice,” he says, zipping his pants up and circling the car and entering the driver’s side. “Come on Dave, we’re leaving.”
“Yeah, yeah,” says Dave sliding in to his seat and shutting the girl as the girl tries getting up, stumbling after them with the cuffs on her hands still getting in the way. The motor roars to life and soon the image of the girl disappears as he turns the vehicle, spraying a rash of hard and course dirt over her as the vehicle climbs over the harsh terrain.
“So we really going to leave her out here like this?” says Dave, worry filling his voice.
Doug is silent for a minute, his lips firm. He’d acted on a spur of the moment. Hadn’t really thought it through, but they can’t bring the bitch with them. Too risky. Nah, best to let her make her own way to town, if she can.
As his silence extends, Dave slams his palm on the dashboard with a loud bang. “Fuck!” he hisses. “Fuck! Fuck!” He accentuates each curse with another slap to the dash.
“If you have any better options,” says Doug, focusing on the road, “then I’m all ears.”
“Fuck,” he hears Dave curse one last time. He grunts in response.
After what seems an eternally long time, Dave finally speaks up as the road comes back up before them, the desert being left behind. “You know we’re in the shit now, right?”
“Yep,” he answers without anything more to add, simply watching the seemingly endless expanse of road before them.
After a momentary silence, Dave smiles. “You couldn’t at least let me finish cumming inside her before pissing on her?”
“What?” says Doug, looking back at him, a grin spreading on his lips. “You didn’t cum inside her? Then why were you fucking her?”
“Someone let go of her and I had to jump back as that gold spray hit the broad,” says Dave grinning. “Ended up jizzing all over the floor instead. You’re a good guy but I’m not getting your piss all over me.”
“Haha!” Doug finds himself laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes. “We’ll have to do better next time,” he says.
“There won’t be a next time, Doug,” says Dave in a dark tone. “There can’t be a next time.”
“Yeah...” says Doug. “Maybe.”
But in his mind’s eye he’s already planning what they’ll need to do for the next time and what will actually make the whole thing more worthwhile. Because there will be a next time. He can feel it in his loins and already, his dick tenting up at the thought of it, of seeing Fran’s begging face on the floor with piss running down her cheeks and chin. Yeah, he thinks. Next time it’ll be her on the floor begging.
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“That’s sick, cabrones,” says Carlos with a glare, leaning forward in his chair, but not for the reasons one would expect, as Marcos well knows. “So you just left that fine piece of ass out in the desert and didn’t come back for seconds?”
“Nah man,” says the thin one, Dave, he thinks the man is called as the man circles around the couch, pushing in a dvd into the player. “Was our first time. Both of us were too fucking new to the thing to have planned it out right. Otherwise, yeah, we would have taken seconds, and thirds... and fifths. Too bad too. She was a fine piece of ass.”
“That’s right Davey,” says Doug as he plops himself down on his easy chair, pulling up the foot rest and snapping the head of his beer which froths over. As the bubbles subside he inclines the drink to take a quick sip. “I’d been pissed at Fran and took it out on little Monica. Hadn’t really thought about it beyond wanting to get my anger out of the way. Believe you me, she got off easy. What we did to the other girl, well... that’s more what we have planned for our little neighbor as Dave can illustrate for you.”
Doug takes a chugging swallow from his drink, double chins wagging with the movement. Marcos keeps an eye on him, not fully ready to trust the duo yet. Though a story like this is still something to ponder over, it can easily just be a set up. “So,” says Marcos, looking towards Doug. “You ever take out that pent up rage on Fran like you wanted? I assume she was your second?”
As Doug is about to reply, Dave cuts him off with a loud guffaw. “That fat ass? Please! As if! Look,” he says, “if you’re going to do high time anyways, why settle for D grade beef?”
“She wasn’t D grade man...” says Doug quietly in a defensive tone, his eyes narrowing.
“You’re right, man,” says Dave. “She was like grade F or lower.”
“So you never got the ex?” says Marcos, looking towards Dave with excited large eyes. Dave smiles.
“Nah...” says Dave as he presses the on button on the dvd player. Marcos nearly spits the beer through his nostrils while Carlos chuckles. On screen are both Dave and Doug fucking a beautiful Asian woman with mid length brown hair and breasts of such a size that they could put Shu wen’s decent pair to shame. And many porn stars too, thinks Marcos. The sounds of the men fucking her are loud and clear to them as is the woman’s discomfort. Along her sizeable breasts and arms and legs he can see the lines of lashes crisscrossing her, some still sore and bleeding and the men are fucking the woman relentlessly, beating on her with their hips.
“Holy...” He begins in astonishment.
“Fucking cow, man!” says Carlos excitedly. “You fucked that bitch?” he says, pointing at the screen, beer bouncing in his hand. Dave comes to sit next to his brother, arm swinging over the man’s shoulder in an expression of comradery.
“Like I said, why settle for F grade beef when you can get the A rank material?”
“How’d you swing that one,” says Marcos, leaning forward to examine the woman. The surroundings certainly aren’t as clean or posh as this local. It looks more like an abandoned building of sorts. And somehow he doubts this woman was a spur of the moment thing. Not if they filmed it. So what gives? Just how twisted are these men?
Dave grins maliciously, that same dark glint in his eye, and for once Marcos is truly feeling scared and not because they’re both cops. It’s something else. Something far more sinister.
“Well then,” says Dave, “let me tell you a story....”

Dave lifts the binoculars to his eyes, waiting for their target to come out from the building. All is dark still, save for the one light. She’s still working late it seems. He lowers the binoculars and looks at his watch. It’s 2 A.M. Gods, shit, he thinks. How late does the bitch work? It’s already two in the god damned morning! He leans back and sighs, grumbling.
“Still think we shoulda’ had Fran for a target,” says Doug arms crossed over his sizable paunch.
“Yeah...” says Dave rolling his eyes in irritation. “And let ourselves get arrested the next day when she recognized the both of us. Riiiiight.”
While Doug is a good friend and all, sometimes logic seems to elude him in such a way that isn’t amusing. If they did go after Fran, Doug’s ex, they’d have to wear mask all the time around her and then they wouldn’t be able to make a peep through the whole thing. Something which is particularly hard not to do when you’re fucking someone, even if it’s a fat cow like Fran. And of course Doug would want to reveal himself through the whole thing and call her a bunch of names and what not, and probably lose himself, all while compromising the shit out of the both of them.
Which honestly is Dave’s main reason for not wanting to go after the stuck up bitch. Why risk himself for something so not worthwhile? Not only can she identify them but the woman looks like a watermelon on top of a watermelon. Well at least compared to the target they got a few weeks ago who they’d left out in the middle of the desert. Now that had been A rank meat. Though it’s been over nearly a month and still no one has heard anything about her or wether her body was recovered.
Dave looks towards Doug and grunts. If a case for rape from such a woman hasn’t even shown up at the office then Dave is of the thought she actually died. While the nights are incredibly cold in the desert, especially dressed as she was, the days are boiling and there wasn’t much in the way of cover out there that he saw. They may not have killed her themselves, but they might as well have. It makes him sick to think about it and he lowers his binoculars momentarily. They might have just killed that woman and it doesn’t sit well with him. Should they be doing this to another person, he thinks? After all, she’s still a human...
“There’s our target!” says Doug, smacking him on the shoulder. And sure enough, out from the building slips their mark. A woman about average height, 5'6'’ or so something. She has tussled brown hair, shoulder length and breasts that even in that tight black suit are pushing against it, struggling to come out. It doesn’t help that with her long legs and that short skirt her hips sway so provocatively that it’s giving him a boner already just looking at her. He can swear if she bent down he’d see her panties and that just leaves him wanting to fuck her tight little snatch all the more.
Despite everything that happened with the last girl, or might have happened, Doug is right on one thing, there is still that need, that desire, to lash out and do it again. And watching this girl as she moves to enter her car, Dave can certainly feel that need growing inside him once more. It’s hard to ignore even with all his moral qualms. Fuck it. He’s doing this. He isn’t letting such tight pussy pass him up.
As the vehicle pulls out of the driveway, entering the streets, Doug chuckles. “You ready for this?”
“Yeah,” Dave says grinning. “Let’s fuck this bitch up.” He feels his crotch, already hard in his pants and can hardly wait to stick it between those warm thighs. And this time he’s making sure that he cums inside rather than out.
Doug nods and the vehicle slowly slides out from the parking lot into the street, lights flickering on. They’ll stay back for now until she gets into the dusty back roads and then... then they’ll make their move.

It’s while on the back roads after keeping back a ways from the girl that they finally decide to put the sirens on. Almost half an hour of tailing the girl and the both of them are anxious to get things under way. Doug sticks the siren on top of the vehicle and licks his lips as they flip it on. It blares red in the dark night, swirling brightly. Their target’s car pulls over to the side of the road like a good little civi and Doug pulls up behind her.
He waddles over to her, tapping on her window to have her roll it down. When she doesn’t comply, he knocks again. The woman slowly rolls down the window, Doug conveniently shining the light in her eyes as he pulls out his license. “Officer Andrews,” he says in a matter of fact voice before flipping the badge back into its case and pocketing it. He looks towards Dave for a split second and Dave nods. That’s the cue to get the stuff ready.
He heads for the back of the vehicle, getting out the large duffle bag, cuffs and other instruments they’ll need. They won’t risk having the girl out in the open this time. No, this time they’re going to do things right and set it up so that they have their asses covered. They...
Dave nearly drops the bags and supplies as he sees Doug pushing the barrel of his gun into the car window against the girl’s temple. “Get out of the car,” he hears Doug growl. “Now! I won’t repeat twice.”
“Ah geez, Doug...” says Dave silently, wondering how this got out of hand so damned fast? But the man pays him no attention as the woman struggles out of the car, door opening slowly as she holds her hands behind her head.
“Down on the ground!” Doug yells as the woman kneels. “Hands behind your head!”
Dave sighs, watching as the girl is sobbing, begging for Doug not to shoot her in the back of the head. Dave feels his own hands twitching towards his revolver as the girl quickly raises her hands behind her, the tears streaming from her eyes. Really, he thinks, they shouldn’t be doing this. But whatever his feelings towards the matter, Doug is already slapping the cuffs on the woman’s wrist, binding them tight with a sharp click.
“P-please don’t hurt me...” she says in a whiny tone, the reds and blues from the strobe lights masking her body in neon coloration. Dave watches as her breasts press roughly against her chest, her breathing hard and quick, long legs quivering. He’s unsure what to do. Should he...
The choice is taken from him as Doug slams the side of his baton against the back of the woman’s head and she falls flat on the ground, seemingly dead. Dave pulls out his gun, aiming it at his partner, fear pumping in his chest at several hundred beats a minute. “What the hell, Doug! We aren’t supposed to kill her!”
“She’s not dead, you twit,” says Doug in a rasping tone, kneeling down next to the girl and puling her up next to the car, leaning her against the side. “Come and look for yourself.”
Dave keeps his weapon trained on his partner, making him move away from the girl as he comes in near and leans down, feeling for her pulse. It’s there and her breathing is audible. He sighs and lowers his gun. “What the hell, man? You could’ve killed her!”
“Doubtful,” says Doug flatly. “Now come on and let’s get her ready.”
Doug is already pulling her off to the side of the road behind the vehicle where no passers by can take a peek at their actions. Dave looks out towards the empty highway and sighs. Shit. Doug had pushed her up against the side of the car for Dave’s inspection but now he wants to get her ready for the rest of the travel. Dave grunts and moves over to the siren, shutting it off and tossing it in the car. What a night this is going to be, he thinks, grumbling. A long one.

The preparations, of course, are different bondage instruments with the intent to bind the woman and keep her quiet. The first being an open mouth gag of a leather harness that Dave secures around the girl’s face, pressing it between her teeth so that her jaws split apart. He ties it off at the back and turns her head, looking over his handiwork. Even though she is bleeding from the forehead, part of him still wants to grip the sides of her head and start face fucking her here and now. He grunts. He really is becoming one twisted little fuck.
He wipes the blood off from her brow, dabbing it lightly and hears her moan. He waits to see if she’ll open her eyes, come to and make him regret his choices here, but she never does.
“Really a sweet looking mouth we got there, isn’t it?” says Doug from behind him.
“Yeah...” says Dave, slowly running his hands over her formidable chest, giving her tits a light squeeze. Part of him is already warming to the idea of raping her. Of making her cry and beg. But first thing’s first. “Why’d you pull a gun on her, Doug?” he asks.
The man sticks his thumbs between his belt and grunts. “Bitch was getting uppity. Wanted to see my license, get my I.D. everything. And didn’t want to step out of the car, saying at worst she had was speeding. That we couldn’t arrest her for that. Hate it when they’re smart like that.”
“Yeah...” says Dave, pushing the bangs away from the girl’s forehead. Smart isn’t helpful when you want to abduct women like this. Too bad she wasn’t smart enough. Otherwise she might’ve pushed the gas on her car and made a break for it when Doug pulled out his gun. Of course that also takes a certain amount of guts that most people simply don’t have. She was apparently one of those who was lacking. Could get up in your face but didn’t have the power to back up her attitude.
“Well, let’s finish her up,” says Doug, pulling the girl down from the side of the car and turning her over, tying her ankles together and then pushing a length of rope through the cuffs on her wrist on over back through her legs. Dave looks down at it and grins. Trussing her up like a chicken, Doug is. Her legs are pulled back to her arms, binding her in a near painful C-curve. After the ropes are secured it’s simply a matter of sticking her in the duffel bag. Easier said than done, for as light as she might look, she’s heavier than that. It takes them both a few minutes of grunting and posturing before they’re able to properly fit the woman inside and then zip it up. Dave smiles as the zipper goes up, and grins down at their catch.
“Be seeing you later,” he says with a smile and finishes pulling the zipper up, locking it in place. They heft the bag into the air between the two of them, now only so much luggage and dump her in the back of the car, slamming the trunk down on their cargo.
Dave looks around at the still empty street. They’ve been lucky in so far as not having anyone come on down by the road as of yet. But that luck can’t last. They need to be out of here soon. And fast. “You got a plan on where we’re taking her?” he asks Doug. Doug had assigned him to buy the supplies which are neatly stored in the trunk and the back seat, but hadn’t given him information as to where the drop off local would be.
Doug grins back. “Get inside Poncho,” he says. “I know where we’re headed.”
Dave puts on a false mask of joy and nods, his heart thundering as he gets back into the passenger seat and shuts the door. This is so wrong, he thinks. But part of him is more than a little bit enthused by the prospects of abusing this woman and the tenting in his pants can attest to that.
“Alright,” he says. “Let’s get going.”

As the old Chevy rides down the road at a leisurely pace, doors banging and parts jingling, Dave can not help but think back on how things came to be this way. How it came that they chose this woman. It was something of an accident really. On break at the office while at lunch Doug had once more been trying to talk him into choosing Fran as the next target, and Dave had been rolling his eyes at this, then they had seen her.
She’d just been exiting one of the conference rooms when Jack, a man about as meaty as Doug, sporting his own blonde mustache, had come out rubbing at his bristles behind the woman. Back then she’d been in a low cut red dress with spaghetti straps and how that thing clung to her breasts had stopped even Doug from his tirade of “Fran this” and “Fran that.” At that time only one thing held them at attention, that woman with the styled dark hair and beautiful long yellow legs with a chest pushing so much against her top that her breasts were almost spilling out. So shear was the dress that both Dave and Doug had thought they could see her nipples sticking hard against the red fabric. She’d given Jack a curt bob, allowing both to get a good look at her ass as the dress clung to the firm roundness, slipping between her crack to leave nothing to the imagination and then she’d left, hips swaying in such a way that it seemed most of the department was watching her walk out.
“Who the hell was that?” Dave had asked, tongue still hanging out.
“That, my friends,” said Jack, holding the brim of his police cap down, “was Kim Yan Ling. Seems someone at work has been harassing her and taken to stalking her, so she wanted to file an official report. We know who the guy is, so it should be wrapped up in a day or so.”
“Really?” Dave had said, lifting his cap and whistling. As Jack had gone back into the conference room Dave had turned and smiled at Doug saying, “I think that will be our next target. Not Fran.”
Of course they talked about it after they pulled up Kim’s file. Even her driver’s licence had an impressive, alluring look to it. A fucking licence. So Doug had agreed, albeit reluctantly, that yes, this woman would be their next target. Dave had just been joking more or less when he’d said to make Kim his next target, but Doug had taken it in full earnestness and started making preparations, buying the camcorder so they could film the action and a bunch of devices, some of which he’d already had in the apartment before Dave had moved in, which had mildly unsettled him of course. Then after that had been set, Doug had looked into “where” to take her since they couldn’t bring her to the apartment as it would be too likely someone would notice. Doug had left the tailing to Dave while he looked into the “where”. It had left Dave double guessing himself on the whole thing, but each time he looked at that girl, saw her walking down the street or stopping for a cup of coffee, he knew, she was the one. Her legs had been too alluring and that peek of the swell of her breasts just too enticing. Wether it had been a joke before or not, it would be real now. And so here they are now and as they pull up to the old warehouse with rusting shutters and broken windows in a bad end of town with surrounding buildings of all the same make and wear, Dave thinks Doug couldn’t have chosen a better local. Now to get their prize out of the car and get started...

The girl had remained quiet through the whole ordeal as they brought her out of the car hung her up, clasping her arms above her head and spreading her legs out wide, locking them to a pole with two clasp that wrap around her ankles so that her legs remained spread no matter her movements. Dave’s penis tents up against his pants as he looks at the results of those long legs splayed out like that. The girl’s dress skirt has ridden up her legs revealing her bright black panties. Her breasts weigh on her suit in such a way that it makes Dave think they must be massive. She is clearly a woman and he wants to touch and pull at those massive breast muscles.
She moans as she shakes her head softly, rolling it back and forth, the effects from the blow on the back of her head now receding. Dave can’t help but chuckle to a degree. He’s sure as the girl is waking up that her tongue is probably pushing against the ball gag Doug pushed between her lips, the gag spreading her jaws painfully wide. It had been Doug’s idea to add to the girl’s humiliation. Drool and spit run down the girl’s chin from the gag, adding to the slutty look she has.
Dave finds himself rubbing his cock through his pants, unable to truly help himself as he looks at the girl’s bronze legs and the heavy breathing as her breasts heave inside the confines of the suit. Even with his doubts about these actions, Dave can’t help but think how he’d like to fuck the bitch and make her moan. He’s truly becoming a depraved man, and as he rubs one off, he thinks, he couldn’t give a shit. He just wants to fuck that tight pussy and cum inside her hole.

Doug flips the switch on the camera and grins, watching as Dave is running his hands over his pants, feeling at his crotch. If the kid isn’t careful, guy’s gonna’ rub one right off in his pants, humiliating himself he thinks. Not that it matters overly to Doug, as he lets his eyes wander over the bitch in front of him, her large jugs pushing against her suit. Her long legs with that skirt riding up her ass revealing her black panties just ask him to fuck her pussy long and hard. Which he intends to do, but first, he thinks as he rubs his balls along the press in his pants, first some foreplay is called for.
He grips Dave’s shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “So you ready to fuck this bitch up?” he ask, nails digging into Dave’s shoulder. The man barely even looks at him, his eyes riveted on the chink before them.
“Yeah...” he barely hears the man whisper. “Let’s fuck her up.”
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Doug chuckles, slapping the young man on the back. “Now you’re talking, kid.” His eyes gleam darkly as he looks the girl over. She’s certainly no Fran, but he’s going to take it out on her as if she were and the girl is going to regret ever having been born. He tugs up his pants and grins. He’s going to make sure of it.

He circles around the Asian slut, rubbing his double chin, admiring the look of her, the skirt riding up her ass so nicely as it is, so round and perfect, her body leaning forward as the chains hold her skinny arms up over her head. It makes her chest seem larger and heavier than what it is and he runs his hand over one large orb, giving it a light squeeze. The woman moans, her eyes fluttering, but otherwise doesn’t wake.
“Quite the lazy bitch, isn’t she?” says Doug, looking at Dave who stares at him with a quizzical look.
“What do you mean?” he says, confused.
“I mean,” says Doug, pulling out his baton and twirling it quickly as he turns around. “We need to wake her up!”
He slams the baton hard between the girl’s legs into her crotch with a hard thump, the reaction instantaneous. As the baton slams in between her legs with a hard slap, the girl jumps, shrieking loudly, eyes widening as she jerks against her chains, biting down against the gag as she tries ineffectively to scream. She swings back and forth on the metal ropes, trying to twist her legs and shrieks loudly as she finds herself unable to close them or control their width.
He slaps the baton lightly against her large tit to gain her attention. Not enough to get the loud noise it did with his last blow, but enough to make it hurt. The girl looks up at him with pitiful eyes, tears welling up in them as she pleads for mercy. She tries to mumble something but is unable to be understood with the gag in her mouth. The drool trails down her lips beautifully down into the collar of her blouse and Doug can’t help but smile.
“You know,” he says, walking around behind her slowly, lightly tapping the baton on her exposed ass and enjoying how her body jumps at the slightest touch. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full!”
Like with her cunt, he slams the baton against her yellow tanned backside, enjoying the sound it makes with the loud wack and the cries of pain that come from the bitch, her body swinging as she screams, jiggling back and forth on the chains. He grins, slowly trailing the baton down the side of her breast, over her legs, watching her shiver, the tears running down her cheeks, before he slams the baton against her sensitive pussy again. Just like before, she leaps around like a wounded deer but slowly settles down, urinating in her panties, the piss trailing down her legs. “Nasty,” he whispers.
“Not really that refined anymore, is she?” says Dave from behind him.
Doug turns and shakes his head. “Nah. Not really. Not when you string em’ up like this. Takes all their power and dignity away.” He lifts the girl’s chin with the baton edge so her large eyes are looking into his. “Isn’t that right you little whore?”
He watches her shiver, breathing raggedly, the sweat already beading on her forehead. She doesn’t reply, but no longer does she have the angry glare, already fearing what he’ll do to her. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you?” he growls. “A little chink bitch waiting to use and abuse any god fearing man around you. Gook slut!”
He spits in her face, dropping the baton on the floor once more and grips the front of her suit jacket in two handfuls, twisting the material in his hands before ripping it open in one quick pull. The buttons fly from her suit, skittering across the floor, revealing her beige blouse, almost transparent with that black bra beneath. It leaves little to the imagination and Doug steps back to admire the view.
“Woa,” says Dave, hands in his pockets. “Damned things look even bigger up close!”
“No kidding,” says Doug. The girl moans, twisting in her bindings as she tries uselessly to free herself. He slams the baton into her breast once more, making her groan. “Behave yourself!” he barks and the girl stares, wide eyed with fear. “We’ll get to playing with you soon enough, don’t you worry about that.”
The girl stares wide eyed, shivering, her large breasts heaving and Doug can only think of the hard on it gives him to look at her and the fear running through her body. This is how he likes her, beneath him, at his mercy. If only he could have done this to Fran.... if only...

He places his hands on her formidable breasts, squeezing them as the girl moans. Fran sure didn’t have these. Nothing like this, he thinks. No sir. It’s too bad, he thinks as he grips one breast, pinching it between his fingers where he thinks the nipple should be and twisting it so the girl is jerking her head back, screaming. No. Too bad. And too bad she isn’t here. But this bitch will do nicely in her place.

Dave watches as Doug tortures the Asian. He pities her, the pain and agony Doug is putting her through is only beginning and the man is enjoying himself. He pities her, and yet, he is enjoying himself immensely, watching this whore suffer. Knowing a woman like her would be unlikely to consider him for a date, much less a quick fuck and now knowing that it doesn’t matter. Regardless, he’s going to get that fuck, one way or another. It gives him a nice hard on, knowing this. And knowing there’s nothing the bitch can do no matter how much she pleads. Yep. Quite the hard on.
He lays back against the wall, stroking himself as Doug begins to work himself up. Doug will take her first, of course, but he’ll get his turn too. So he waits, feeling himself, enjoying watching as the girl who would be too good for him thrash around like a fish on a hook. Yep, everything is looking up tonight.

The blouse looks really nice on this gook, he thinks as he slowly strokes her breasts through the thin material, massaging them, squeezing them tightly and twisting them in opposing directions so the girl is jerking back and screaming, drool and spittle coming down over the ball gag across her chin and neck, tears running down her cheeks. Doug leans close to that long, supple neck, and bites down, feeling her squirm and tug against him. He bites hard, loving how he can feel her pulse just beneath his teeth before, holding himself there for a moment before letting go so he is able to clearly see a distinct mark on her neck. Yes, it is quite beautiful.
He looks at her and grunts. He is tiring of having this blouse in the way. Time to get rid of such inconveniences. He grips the fabric and tears it open, buttons spraying the concrete around him. The girl whines behind her gag and he simply chuckles, watching as she writhes, that nice black brazier hugging her chest so snugly, cupping and molding her chest. So warm and nice. So delectable.
He buries his face in her chest, rubbing his stubble against her skin, listening as the girl protest. Slowly, he runs his tongue over the soft flesh before leaning down and kissing her right breast tenderly and then bites down on the same spot he kissed, sinking his teeth so the girl screams. He grins as he pulls back and sees the reddening mark on her round orb.
He grips her chin, smiling down at her. “You think that hurt? Just you wait and see.”
He bends down and picks up his club, tapping it lightly against his palm. “So...” he says, a malicious playing grin across his lips. “What do you think I’m going to do with this little toy, you think?”
The girl shakes her head, the tears streaming down her eyes. If he were another sort of man, maybe it would push him towards compassion. But as is, having been stepped on for so long... well.. It has quite the opposite effect.
He brings the club down, swinging it across her chest with a shocking blow that echoes in the room. He hears Dave wince at the sound, but the girl wails, her chest reddening from the impact. He lifts her chin with the end of the club, a dark look in his eyes. “That’s just the start, bitch,” he says. “Get ready. We got more to come.”
The girl is shaking her head, pleading through her gag and this just makes him harder. He can feel his dick tenting in his pants, getting hard from the idea of hurting this girl, so he lets himself go. The baton comes down across her chest with a hard smack, again and again. First left, then right, making her luscious orbs swing within their confines, sounding loudly again and again as they are beaten by the unyielding plastic. Quickly, they begin to redden with his assaults and his dick gets all the harder as he feels himself ready to climax.
He stops after a few minutes, never having counted the blows he gave her but enjoying all the same how pink her flesh has become. He runs his baton down her stomach, feeling as she quivers, and pushes it in between the gap of her panties, pushing the garment down, and rubbing it between her pussy lips. “Think we ought to work this area too?” he says, twisting the rod back and forth.
The girl is shaking her head back and forth, eyes wide, leaning towards him, sweat pouring down her forehead. “Or should I fuck you?” he says, gripping her hair to pull her head back, looking at her. She remains silent, her large chest heaving back and forth. “Well...?” he growls, twisting the rod against her lips.
She shakes her head back and forth, trying to yell behind her gag. Doug releases her head, pulling the rod out from her panties slowly, running it up along her belly button and the flat of her stomach. “You hard nosed cunts. You really do like it the hard way. Well... I’m all too happy to oblige!”
As he lifts the baton the girl is already screaming and it just gives him such a hard on to hear her cry. The swing comes down on her hard and brutal, smacking her between her legs, jerking her body up with a wail from her lips. Doug grins, watching as her breasts swing up from the blow, her cunt sounding with a wet thud. He lifts the rod and prepares for the second swing. It’s just too enjoyable to hurt these whores.
The second blow hits with an equal result, the girl shrieking and twisting in her bonds. Then the third. The fourth and finally the fifth. As the fifth blow hits, he lets the rod linger where it is, rubbing it between her sore cunt lips, pressing it against the tender flesh. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll ask again. Do you want me to fuck you?”
She sobs, sniffling as snot plugs her nostrils, her cheeks puffing out around the gag. “Well?” he says, smacking her pussy again. She screams and nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide and pleading. He lifts her chin with the baton, grinning. “I knew we could both come to an understanding.”

“But...” he says, letting his club wander down her elegant neck and over her collar bone only to press against the Asian’s round and large breasts. “Maybe I want something else.” He grinds the rod into the large swell of her breast, twisting the plastic back and forth against her large mound. “I mean, I’ve had a pussy fuck before. But a tit fuck? From bags like these?”
He pulls back the rod and comes back around, landing a hard blow across the pair, making the woman scream against the ball gag. “I mean...” Whack! The blow swings the flesh to the left with a savage ferocity. “When was the last time...” The next to the right. “I fucked something...” Whack. “Like these!?” The blows fall twice more, the woman screaming and sobbing, twisting in her binds as she tries to free herself, body shaking and quivering, making her large bosom all the more attractive to Doug as they become more inflamed, the sweat running down their lovely form.
“And after all,” he says, trailing his hand down the length of her stomach, down to her panties, which he rips down her legs so that they can both see her sopping wet cunt with the lips hanging down, dripping from the piss. “This,” he says, tapping lightly on the edge of her cunt, making the girl wince. “Is stinking filthy!”
And he pulls back, driving the club in between her open and exposed cunt, the blow resounding in the still room. The girl jerks back, her massive bosom heaving upwards as the rod is gripped tightly for half a second by her wet cunt. “I mean...” he says, swinging the rod back between her legs so it rocks her body. “What are you doing...” The next blow hits again, making her legs jiggle and head bounce wildly. “Offering me..” Another blow comes down, the girl crying behind her gag. “This, soiled, piece, of shit!” Blow after blow comes down between her legs leaving the girl swinging on her chains, the sobbing the only sound she can utter as she hangs limply, breasts heaving.
“Well,” says Doug, admiring his work as the girl shivers and pisses herself again, the stream running down her legs and spraying down across the floor in a seemingly never ending current before slowly finishing to a light trickle. Doug shakes his head and slams the head of the rod into the girl’s vagina, pushing it inwards while twisting it. “Really,” says Doug, “I don’t like whores like you. Offering me spent and dirty goods. That just doesn’t work out for me. It’s really disgusting!”
He leans forward, running his tongue over her neck, while he pushes the club into her body deeper, feeling as her body tenses, shaking, trying to expel the rod from between her legs. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” says Doug maliciously as he grinds the baton in her tight hole. “You’d like it if it were my cock in there, shoving its girth in, pushing you to the limits.”
The girl just moans, the tears and snot running down her face. He turns and pulls back, slapping the rod against her chest after ripping it out of her cunt. The girl barely reacts to the blow, hanging bow legged, trying to shut her legs ineffectively, breathing heavy with a thick rasping sound.
Doug breathes heavily himself but looks at the girl, she breathing more heavily than he, large chest sucking in breathes of air through her nose and exhaling it. He licks his lips and snaps his fingers. “Davey boy, lower the chains a bit. I’m gonna’ fuck those jugs nice and good.”

Dave nods, not fully certain wether he accepts what they are doing to this woman or wether he is more turned on by it. Part of him wanted to stop it as Doug went to town on the girl’s tits, but at the same time, he found himself rubbing one off as he watched her, just enjoying her reactions, watching as those large round tits swung from one side to the other, left and right, so hypnotic as each blow landed.
As he pulls the chain down, the long links clanging as he runs it down to lower the girl more to Doug’s reach, he thinks, actually, he doesn’t care to let her go. He does feel some remorse for her, sorta... but actually, he’s more turned on by the idea of what they can do to her and that there are no limits now, no one watching or telling them to hold back and to be honest with himself, he’s wanted to go off on one of these broads for a very, very long time.
He watches as the girl is put on her knees at Doug’s feet, the man jerking down his trousers and...
He turns away briefly. As much as the girl is turning him on, Doug is still a flabby sick sight to behold. Long butt cheeks hanging with wrinkles running across them like an old man’s sour face. Quite the turn off. But a perverse part of him still wants to look, and he watches as from the corner of his eyes, watching as the man thrust in and out from the girl’s chest, pushing his dick in and out from between her large mounds. Dave finds himself walking around so he can get a better look at the girl as Doug’s fat pecker thrust out between her tits like a shriveled worm, its head popping out and sinking back into the depths between that sweet cleavage of the woman’s large tits.
The girl is swinging her head back and forth, moaning as Doug squeezes her fat tits in his palms, the meat squashing around his member and even squashed as they are, Dave can admire just how large they are. How impressive and full. Part of him even wants to take Doug’s place, though, he thinks maybe he’ll take a pass on that now as no doubt Doug is gonna’ leave her all wet and sticky. But maybe later... It has definite possibilities and Dave finds himself rubbing his crotch once more and hoping to god that Doug finishes up soon with her so he can have his turn at her.
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He can hear as Doug slaps his body against hers, the wet sounds ringing loud as the girl moans behind the gag, the chain links jingling just above her. He unzips his pants, grinning as he runs his hand up and down his own shaft, feeling the heat rise within him. Yeah, fuck the bitch, he thinks. Fuck her good. He watches Doug heaving himself on the bitch, his face a sweaty mask of ecstacy and simply grins, waiting his turn...

Doug can hear Dave walking around, feel the man’s eyes upon him, watching as he fucks the little chink he has on her knees, she begging him to stop. He wonders if Dave is thinking the same way, if Dave is wondering wether he should get the club and smack him in the back of the head with it. Well, he hopes not. He’s enjoying this far too well to stop now. It’s just too fucking good.
This girl has breasts that are large enough even a white girl would feel ashamed of them, much less any other Asian woman. Has to be a 36D at least, and they feel so good and fucking soft, pressing around his cock head like they are, stroking it, squeezing the baby batter from his scrotum up into his cock.
True, that could well have to do with the fact that he is crushing her tits with his huge hands, mauling them as his prick jack hammers in and out between those luscious orbs, his thick cock wrapped in the soft meat like a piece of Swiss cheese between two buns. But that’s part of the joy of it too, being able to squeeze as hard as he wants as the girl sobs, crushing her breasts together into large balls so his sausage can feel their juicy goodness between the two. It feels great, he thinks.
The girl herself isn’t enjoying it too well though. That he can tell for sure, as she sobs behind the gag, the tears running down her cheeks while he jerks her chest forwards and back, pulling against her chains as his cock head rams itself between her tits like a gopher checking its hole. In and out. In and out. Over and over again. And with each stroke, he can feel his heat rising, the urge to cum getting just a little stronger as the girl’s bra tickles the bottom of his testicles, teasing them each time he thrust in against her.
He groans audibly, no longer able to ignore that burning desire welling up inside him. The pressure is building at an increasing pace as those silken gloves work their wonders on his manhood, coaxing the cum up through his shaft. He feels his shaft tingling and begins to thrust faster against the woman, his grip on her large mammaries tightening. The woman cries in discomfort as he thrust faster, pummeling her tits with his fat sausage. He groans, squeezing those bags of flesh around his member and then, when he feels he just can’t hold it any more, the pressure building so much he feels his mind going blurry, then he lets himself cum, the white spunk shooting out from his dick in a cascade of whites fluid.
It sprays out like a geyser, catching the unlucky girl by surprise, the liquid hitting her chin with a wet slap and then hitting her collar with two more sprays. He rubs himself against the center of her chest, coaxing that last bit of extra baby batter out before letting himself slide out slowly from between the girl’s massive tits, slowly releasing them as he sees the cum running down her chest and filtering down in between those two luscious orbs, slipping beneath her bra and over to leave it a mess.
He grins and slaps the girl on the chest. “Not bad. But we’re just getting started here, cunt. The real fun is beginning soon.”
The girl cries against her gag, straining at the bonds, her eyes pleading and Doug can already feel his dick hardening once more, readying to take the girl again. If only he’d known taking one of these sluts by force was the way to go, he would have done it years ago. Still, no time like the present.
He smiles and says, “Alright Davey, you’re up.”

Dave smiles, tilting his cap while cleaning off his hand on his pants, the white fluids sticky on his fingers, not wanting to come off. Filthy stuff. Belongs in a woman’s cunt and not in his hand. Sadly, this doesn’t pass Doug’s attentions. The man squints and makes an exasperated sigh as he sluggishly dawns his pants. “Geez, Davey,” he says. “Couldn’t keep it back for a lil bit eh?”
Rather than take offence, Dave chuckles, slapping Doug on the shoulder with his dirty hand. “You’re one to talk old man,” he says, gripping the shoulder extra hard. “If it’d been you who’d been striving to keep his dick in check, you’d have blown your load several minutes ago!”
“No I wouldn’t have,” says Doug, shrugging.
“Yeah?” says Dave, beginning to get angry. “ Why? Cuz you’re more man than me?”
Doug laughs, putting his hands up in defense. “Hell no! It’s cuz I woulda’ been too turned off by my own ugly ass cheeks to be able to cum!”
Dave stares for a moment and then tilts his own head back, laughter ripping from his lungs. “No kidding man,” he says. “You got the ugliest ass from this side of the boon docks! I swear I haven’t seen anything sag as much as your ass!” They both have a hearty laugh before Doug’s laughter dies down to a low silence.
“Yeah,” says Doug. “But I’ll tell you who has one fine nice ass,” he says, nodding towards the Asian girl. “I’d suggest you start with her ass myself. Her pussy is a little nasty right now and I don’t think you favor sticking your dick into that soggy mess!”
Dave walks around the Asian, admiring her curves and giving her delectable rear end a nice slap that sounds with a crack, waking the girl up a bit. She winces and moans quietly, pleading to him to let her go. He ignores it though, focused more on the roundness of her body. “Yeah,” he says. “I can see what you mean. Hey, hoist that cable up so I can get a good look at this cunt, will you?”
“Of course,” says Doug, tilting his cap down towards Dave. The man turns away, heading for the chain lever while Dave stands over the shivering girl, watching her large chest heave up and down, the cum running down it still thick and juicy, pooling in the opening of her cleavage and sinking in between the gaps of her bra or dribbling on top of it. He’d consider fucking her titties himself, but they’re just too nasty at this time. Doug sure left a mess there and he’d rather not get the man’s jism on his hands if he can avoid it. No, he’ll take her ass instead, as the man suggest.
The chain slowly sounds and Dave watches as the girl is slowly hoisted into the air, the sounds coming from her lips are those of muffled torment. He smiles, his erection already stiffening. The girl moans as she is slowly hoisted into the air, arms pulled above her so she has to bend her knees up as she is lifted. When her rear is sticking out towards him Dave motions for Doug to stop. “Alright man, that’ll do!”
The chain stops and the Asian is nearly bent forward, her skirt riding up her ass while her panties hang down low on her legs, nearly to her knees. Dave runs his fingers against her pussy, feeling the girl squirm, but also feeling the salty wetness from her urine. Yeah, he thinks, rubbing his fingers together, I’ll take her ass.

But first, he thinks, he ought to test this ass’s elasticity. After all, he doesn’t want his cock getting caught in the damned thing! He’s already heard stories of that happening to less cautious men. He lifts one finger to her anal passage and slowly, starts pushing it in. He watches as the girl squirms, jerking her head up and moaning against the binds. He grins and begins thrusting his finger in and out as if jabbing her with a pen. The girl cries behind her bind, but doesn’t overly react. Still, he can feel her muscles clenching around his digit, gripping it tight. He grins, maybe she’ll like this better....
He begins to push a second digit into her anal passage while the first is still lodged within. The girl jerks at her binds, her sphincter instantly contracting on his digits, but she can’t grab onto these the way she could a penis, he thinks. He slowly twist his fingers around, hearing as the girl shrieks and holds them in, feeling her sphincter stretching. His lips curve upwards maliciously and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of her hole, thrusting them in the way he plans to his dick. He punches them both up to the knuckles, slamming into her anal passage with a nice whackt with each thrust. Each blow seems to illicit a type of scream from the whore but doesn’t overly make her cry out, though she writhes nicely in the bonds by which she is held. He can feel a nice wetness coming down from her hips that he suspects may be blood, but overall, there is little to satisfy him by playing with his fingers, and besides, his penis is already pushing against his trousers demanding attention of its own. He pushes back from the girl, unzipping his pants and this time lets his member fly.
His penis flips out like a viper, long and hard already, the head dripping precum, the body now thick and hard, veins pulsing on the cock head like demented creatures writhing under his skin. He grins, bending forward along the length of the girl and stretching open her anus with his thumbs, watching as a small trickle of blood flows down the end. Then, ever so slowly, he begins to push his member in.
He hadn’t thrust into her so deeply before with his fingers, not putting in a third because he thought he might loosen her up a bit too much, but as he pushes inside, he thinks, maybe he should have as her passage instantly grips his member, crushing it within its grasp. He squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes into her bowels and once half his dick is in, he holds it there, feeling as the girl bucks against him, trying to pull away, feeling the warm blood running down her anus. He holds her there for a moment before thrusting up to the hilt in one blow, slamming into her hips with that thrust. The girl shrieks loudly behind her gag, enough it actually sounds similar to when Doug was wacking her along the hips. Dave pulls out half way and slams back into her before gripping her hair and jerking her head back. He leans close against her ear and whispers, “You think that hurt? This is only the start. Get ready for the real action!”

Dave digs his nails into the sides of the Asian woman’s hips, enjoying how she squirms as he positions his body for the thrust. He pulls out almost all the way so that only the head of his cock is still held within her body, snugly held almost as if it will be dropped by her sweet ass. He holds it there, feeling as the girl tries to pull away, the very tightness of her sphincter working against her as it pulls his cock head with her body. He smiles and with little to no more warning, slams the full force of his body into the girl, burying his member down to the hilt inside of her.
The girl screams, her back arching as her body tries to adjust to the new invasion, her guts no doubt churning as her body tries to adapt to having the invader inside a place it should never be. Feeling as her body twitches around him, Dave pulls out part way and comes back in, beating against her hips as he leans his body forward. He digs his nails in, drawing blood, now pulling in and out of the girl’s body with a repetitive driving force, slamming down into her bowels again and again, the body giving a wackt, wackt noise as he continues to pummel it with his cock. He bounces against that round derriere, enjoying the feel of it and how it grips him but nots too how Doug is watching him and wonders what the man is planning?
He watches as Doug feels himself inside his own trousers, jacking himself off before he stands up, twirling his club while Dave continues to thrust into the girl, waddling towards them. Doug’s club suddenly comes down across the girl’s stomach, hitting it with a sudden force as it whips through the air. The girl jerks forward with her upper torso but at once slams back into Dave, her anus squeezing deliciously on his cock, almost as if wanting to pull it off. He grins, an idea forming in his head. “Hey Doug?” he says. “Why don’t you keep whacking the bitch? I like how she squeezes my dick when you hit her.”
Doug taps the club on his palm, grinning with small beady eyes. “That’s just what I was thinking, Davey boy,” lifting the club up into the air to bring down another blow.
The girl begins to shriek, shaking her head back and forth, jerking on the chains as she sees Doug pull back the club. “Who said you had any say in the decision?” he says to the girl and the club slams down into her stomach, making her bend forward, the sound of retching coming out from behind her gag. But more importantly to Dave, is how her anus suddenly sucks at his dick, squeezing it so.
“Yeah, Doug! More like that!” he says, pumping into the girl with a repetitive brutal force, enjoying the warm blood heating his dick coming from her anal passage. Doug is wordless as he brings down the club, bringing it down upon the woman’s tender flesh again and again and again as Dave thrust deep into her bowels. Dave moves his hands up to her sides, digging his nails there, stretching it out as the club works her abdominal muscles, making them contract and squeeze, the girl making gagging noises behind her gag as each blow lands on that tender flesh. Again and again, the blows come while Dave continues to sodomize her, the warmth of his loins slow in coming and thus making the girl’s anguish last all the longer.
This brutality continues for several minutes, the club slowly tenderizing the supple flesh of the woman’s abs more and more while Dave feels his rod get stiffer, the cum slowly coming up until finally his climax hits. He rakes his nails across her sides, arching his back while digging his penis into her, burying it to the hilt and letting out a wild cry. The cum spills into her insides, her anus twitching as it sucks up his sweet nectar before he slowly pulls back, her anus giving him some trouble before letting his member go with a loud pop. As he lets go of the girl she falls limply to the floor, her feet sliding from beneath her. She shivers and as Dave walks around he can already see a purpling of flesh at her abdominal region.
“How was it?” ask Doug.
“Fucking unbelievable. How’d you know hitting her like that would make her clench up nice and tight?”
“Just a hunch,” says Doug, unzipping his trousers.
“What are you doing” ask Dave, wondering why the large man is pulling down his pants as he waddles over to the girl. “Oh,” says the man as he begins to unhook the gag around the girl’s mouth. “Just finishing things up here. Lower the chain, will ya?”
Dave tilts the rim of his cap, wondering what this clean up is but heading over to pull at the chain anyways.

He lets the old ball and gag fall from the girl’s lips, she whimpering and shivering. “P-please... let me go...” she whines, her voice quavering, lips trembling and those so precious tears running down her eyes. It’s almost enough to move him, almost. He looks her over, that nice rack pushing against her D cup bra, wanting to spill out, the cum now nice and dry over her tits. He rest his palm over her swollen belly and she winces. Ol’ Davey has done nice, fucking the bitch the way he has, reaming her ass like it were a piece of old salami on sale.
The chain goes slack and the girl slams her knees on the floor making her give out a yell. She wavers on her binds a bit, but otherwise hangs limply, simply sobbing. It’s really a pathetic sight, thinks Doug, but not nearly pathetic enough.
He holds his old fat pecker out before the girl, who is so beaten down at this point she doesn’t even look up. Irritated, he pinches her nose shut, this having the reaction of making her stress and buck, her mouth opening to gasp so she can suck in mouthfuls of air. That’s her mistake, he thinks.
The stream of piss shoots out from his loins, hitting her a bit to the left so it dribbles down the girl’s cheek. She recognizes what it is and tries to shut her mouth to resist it. Rather than let her get away with this, Doug pushes her head back and aims his piss at her nostrils, causing her to sputter as hot urine goes up her nasal passages, making her choke. As she opens her mouth, he leans his urine stream down so it lands inside her mouth, her gut reaction making her swallow piss regardless of her initial mental choice.
“Yeah...” says Doug, growling quietly. “That’s it. Just like a good little bitch. Swallow.”
She sputters and gags but all too soon, his stream is all dried up, the urine coming out in a low trickle. The girl sobs, looking up at him with pathetic eyes. “Wh-why?” she manages to gasp out.
“Why?” he says, looking down at the floor for a moment but simply remembering Fran. Fran, the one he would have given his life for. Given up everything for. The one who abandoned him. The one who left him!
“Why?!” he says, lashing out and crushing the girl’s cheeks in his hands. “You ask me why?! Because cunts like you always think you’re too good and that no one should have you but some rich SOB! That’s why!”
He spits in her face and grabs the gag from the floor, being none too gentle to stuff it in her mouth before tying it behind her head in such a way that her teeth scrape across the surface and the leather bites into her cheeks. He goes back to where Dave is and pulls on the chain, lifting the girl up into the air so her feet are dangling helpless in the air, her arms stretched out above her. She twist and writhes, her breasts flopping in their dirty bra sack.
“So what now, boss?” says Dave.
“Now?” says Doug. “We leave her here. We need a good a nap and we can come back tomorrow. Come on, it’s not like she’s going anywhere.” Without even giving the woman a second glance, he walks off, his shoes echoing on the hard pavement, the last sound of the night, the hard steel door slamming shut behind him.

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Marcos stares at the two men, not quite believing what he is hearing, and yet, the video evidence is right before him, on the TV screen, no less. The acts of depravity from that first day of brutality being played out before him as he watches the one named “Dave” on the screen pounding his dick into the Asian girl’s asshole. The man doesn’t even have a mask on. It’s clearly recognizable who it is who is performing the acts and Marcos looks towards the man himself who gives him a sly smile.
They are being honest about all this shit, Marcos realizes. Kidnaping women and taking them to remote locations so they can be used and abused. It makes him kinda queasy and he isn’t sure if he really does want to go through with these acts. Carlos, on the other hand; is of a different mind set altogether.
Marcos can tell his brother is really getting into the video tapes, how his crotch is most notably pushing up against his trousers like some vile snake. It makes Marcos want to puke really, but his brother is oblivious to his feelings, simply talking to the cops as if they were all buddy-buddy like.
Carlos leans forward, eyes big, hands gripping the edges of his seat with nails clawing into it. “So did you really just leave that fine piece of ass like that? Just left her hanging?”
Dave grins, leaning back. “Of course. But not for long...”
The story begins to weave its web once more and Marcos feels himself drawn into the tale the same way his brother is, with the large one simply watching on.....

Dave tosses and turns in his bed, the sheets twisting in his legs, sweat running down his face. He turns around, looking up towards the ceiling and stares, arms spread wide. After what feels like several minutes of simply waiting, he curses and flips out of bed, tossing out his clothes and putting them on hurriedly in the dark, lacing and buttoning himself up quickly.
He can hear Doug in the other room, snoring soundly, and he wonders... how? How can he sleep so soundly when they have that piece of nice Asian meat held at the warehouse just waiting to be plowed into over and over? He feels his fingers on his shaft already, pulling and jerking at his member and he rips his hand out from his pants, staring at it momentarily before stuffing it in his pant’s pocket and stomping over to the dresser, grabbing the keys.
He’s out the door without Doug having broken his thick slumber, the banging of the door probably barely the squeak of a mouse in that man’s ear. Besides, he thinks as he hurries down the stairs and heads to his personal vehicle, the man still has an early morning shift to do and he can’t allow himself to be occupied by sweet honey, unlike himself. Grinning, he revs the engine and pulls out with a squeal of tires, heading out into the street. He on the other hand, has all day to play with the sweet little doll and he’s going to make the most of it.

The door opens with a squeal and he steps in, looking at the girl dangling from the ceiling, the shadows masking her body in their ethereal light, arms held above her. She lifts her head slowly, looking at him with dark eyes. She probably hasn’t slept a wink, he thinks. She isn’t begging to be let go anymore either, he realizes. She simply follows his movements with her gaze, as if half dead or waiting to be hit.
He grunts and switches on the lights to the old generator, the lights coming on with heavy thuds, lights running the gamut of the room until they finally shine over the Asian. She winces as they come on, turning away from their glare. He walks over to her, running a finger across her cheek, sliding it slowly, feeling as she shivers beneath his touch. There are purple bags under her eyes, confirming his suspicion that she hasn’t slept. Too bad for her. He leans down, inhaling a deep breath and turns away suddenly, nearly gagging. Oh yeah, he remembers, Doug pissed all over her. She stinks like shit.
He stomps over to the hose attached to the right wall and turns the nozzle after yanking the coil of hose off, the machine grinding in protest as it squeals to life. The woman stares, her eyes going wide, her mouth parting but no sound coming out. He’ll change that soon enough, the foul smelling bitch.
He walks over to her, lifting the heavy hose, aiming it at the girl who is shaking her head, her eyes wide like saucers. “N-no....” she whispers. “Don’t.”
“Sorry piggy,” he says, “but you need your bath. You stink like fucking hell. No way I’m sticking my pecker in something that smells this bad.”
He flips the knob on the nozzle and a current of water explodes from the front end, hitting the girl at full force, right in the face. She screams, shrieking, legs kicking out and chains twisting above her head. He runs the water over the whole of her body, drenching her in the cool liquid. Though he enjoys seeing her writhe, he quickly shuts the water off after dousing her. Tossing the hose aside, he walks over to the now shivering woman, dripping wet as water slides down her nice yellow curves, the clothes she still has on sticking wetly to her skin, showing off her body even further, giving him an even harder stiffy.
He feels an immense pleasure within his body and tilts up her chin as he looks down into her eyes with a deep seeded malevolence. “Alright whore,” he says, “we’re going to put that mouth of yours to a different use now. Ever sucked a man’s cock off?”
She shakes her head, shivering. “No. Please.... don’t make me...”
He slaps her across the face, the sound resounding in the cold room. “Sorry,” he says, crushing her cheeks together. “But “please, no” doesn’t really work for me. I already fucked you once before when you were begging, remember?” Her eyes squeeze tight, tears running down her cheeks. Much better, he thinks.
He looks her over. At her pitiful brown eyes and crushed cheeks. At her hair which is a sticky wet mess over her face and how her breasts heave up and down, pushing against the thin fabric of her bra, the nipples pushing against the black fabric. At one time he wouldn’t have had the desires he now has. But after what he’s done, all he can think of, is that he wants more.
He finds his right hand dipping beneath her bra, massaging her breast, feeling the nice size of her meat filling his hand, the nipple feeling hard and squishy all at once. He pinches it between two untrimmed nails, twisting it in his fingers, making the girl moan pitifully. He leans down and kisses her forcibly, feeling the insides of her mouth and how tasty she feels, her tongue trying to dart back into her mouth while he pushes back against it, then he pulls back after a brief game of tongue tag. “Alright slut,” he says, “that’s enough foreplay. Let’s get down to the down and dirty.”
He pulls out the open mouth gag from his jacket pocket, extending it before the girl so she can view it fully. She shakes her head rapidly, begging with her continued pleas of “please, no.” Slowly, he pushes it against her face, pushing it between her lips and pulling the bindings tight behind her head, ignoring her pleas. He hears her already gagging, straining against the gag, tongue lolling out as she tries to push the material away with little effect. He steps back to admire his handiwork and grins. With what little garments she has left and the gag now added to her image she really does look the part of a whore. Well then, he thinks, time to put this whore to work.

He lowers the chain so the girl is on her knees. The chain makes a loud ruckus as it unfurls its length and the girl hits the floor with a thud, a shrieking noise coming from her lips as she hits. Dave walks over to her, hands on hips, that smile etched on his lips.
“Well,” he says, “shall we get started?”
The girl shakes her head, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to refuse him. It’s unfortunate, he thinks, that she really doesn’t have a choice. He unbuckles his belt, slipping his slacks off and tosses them over to his left. No reason to have them getting in the way of his fun, after all, is there?
He grins down at the girl, gripping the back of her head and jerking her head back. “Now, I guess, normally, we could start this slow. You know, work our way up so that you can be more ready for deep throating and all that. Problem is... I never was one for patience really. So you’ll have to bear with me.”
Without further notice, he slams his cock deep into the girl’s mouth, pushing it back into her throat so that she is gagging, her muscles instantly squeezing around his member as if wanting to milk him. Like a tight cunt, he thinks.
He pulls out, letting the girl cough, spit and drool spilling from her lips as she wretches. After a few seconds of watching this, he slams his member back in, pushing it to the back of her throat so that she is forced to battle against his member anew, her gagging reflex once more pulling at his member so deliciously that he holds it there for several seconds before pulling out part way. This time though, he pushes back in without pulling it out all the way, once more feeling how her throat hugs his member before pulling out and then repeating the process. He does this several more times before he grows accustomed to the tightness and begins pumping his hips into her face, thrusting in and out with relentless force, beating against her lips ruthlessly. The girl makes strained choking noises as he grips her head, thrusting his hips against her, his member growing harder and larger in her mouth, making it harder for her to breathe properly. It is not much longer before he feels his seed coming up and he grips the girl’s head, slamming it down against his crotch so that his crotch hair is jabbing into the membranes of her nose, her struggling making her throat all the tighter. It brings him to climax, his seed spilling into her mouth, choked down by her reflexes. Slowly he pulls out, enjoying the look of defeat and despair on the woman’s face, the tears running wet down her cheeks.
He chuckles. “That’s only the beginning,” he says. “What more should we do?” The girl wails in misery bringing Dave a dark pleasure deep within.

Dave lowers the chain more, bringing the girl fully to the floor so she can effectively lay down, though she chooses to remain sitting on her knees, legs bent. He’s okay with that, he thinks as he looks her over, that nice chest heaving with cold sweat, face covered in a sticky matt of hair. She looks at him with fear in her eyes, body shivering. Well time to give him something to really worry over, he muses to himself.
He strides over behind her and jerks her legs back, spreading her out in such a way that her face is effectively planted on the floor and then he lays himself atop her, pushing his weight on her.
“You know,” he says, running his hands over her bubbly ass cheeks, “I really love how your ass felt earlier today...”
He pushes his finger into her anus, forcing it inside so the girl throws back her head and screams. It’s a choked off sound with the ring gag still inside her mouth but it’s a tormented sound none the less. “I really liked the feel of it,” he says, twisting his finger inside, enjoying how the girl squirms, her anus gripping his finger as if it wants to rip his digit off. “I liked how it hugged my dick like a glove,” he says. He pulls on his finger, pulling it like a hook inside her anus which elicits a squeal type of cry from her lips. “And I want to feel that again!”
The girl lays down with her face pressed against the ground and begins to sob, feeling dejected and abused and unsure wether anything worse can really happen to her. Whereas Dave contents himself with looking over her ass, spreading her cheeks wide and looking at how her anus quivers, a deep rich color still pulsing beneath him, just wanting to be savored and taken.
His dick already quivers in anticipation, his member pulsing, becoming stiff with precum already starting to dribble over the top. He’s cum already and yet he can feel himself getting hard once more. Well hell, he’s more an ass-man anyways.
He positions himself over the girl’s round cheeks, holding his dick out, aiming it like a needle and with one hand pressing down on her back so the Asian can’t squirm too much, he begins pushing down into her anus with his member. The girl screams, beating her legs and trying to squirm about, but overall not moving all that much with his hand planted on her back as it is. Not enough at least, to dislodge him.
His member finds its way into her warm hole, sinking in deeper and deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He groans, enjoying how her anus grabs at him like a glove, still so tight even after the earlier fucking he gave her, reaming her as he did. But despite that, it still grips him as if it were a virgin hole and he groans in ecstacy, his dick heating up. As he eases himself inside, his member quivering, he thinks that it’s good he used her mouth before hand. Otherwise he’d be cumming into her ass already, and that just wouldn’t do. Not at all.
He doesn’t stop pushing into her body until he’s all the way in, the hairs of his crotch scratching at the skin of her rectum. Once he’s all the way in, he holds himself there, feeling as her anus tightens around his member, enjoying how it pulls at his shaft. It is like pure ecstacy. He shuts his eyes, savoring the feel and how her anus pulses around his member.
After enjoying this for a time he pulls out part way and comes down on her with a slap. Then out and in again. Out. And in. Repeating the motion until he is beating against her ass cheeks, hammering away at them with vigor, the girl crying loudly beneath him as his body slaps away at her. He doesn’t care. Not anymore. Now he’s just enjoying that tight feel and wondering why it took so long for him to get into raping these whores? Sure, they don’t want it, but it feels so damned good, why should he care? He doesn’t, he realizes, and thuds against the Asian’s body to sound the point in his own mind.
He beats against her body, the rhythmic slapping sounding in his ears, hearing as her cries are interrupted by repetitive grunts as he hits her hips against the floor repeatedly. Her ass cheeks squeeze his member, milking it, warming his already heated desires further until finally he finds himself cumming deep inside her warm insides. He buries himself all the way in, feeling as the girl tenses while her body takes in his seed. It really is too wonderful to describe how it feels, he thinks.
Slowly, he pulls out, her anal canal seeming resistant to let go. His member slides out painfully as that tight passage pulls yet more at his phallus until finally it comes out with a pop, a trail of slime made of cum and blood still connecting his member to her anus. He laughs and whispers, “alright, time to clean up then.”

Dave slaps her delicious rear one time with his right hand, enjoying the loud smack sound it makes and how the muscle jiggles with the blow. He does it a second time for good measure, enjoying that movement and watches as her anus slowly drips cum and blood, the entry twitching sporadically.
He stands up, feeling how wet his member is, dripping all over the floor and walks over to the head of the Asian girl who lays still, with her face pressed against the hard floor, her shoulders shuddering as she sobs quietly. Dave scratches at his scalp and leans down, grabbing a handful of the Asian’s hair. She cries out as he lifts her bodily, waving his dirty member before her.
“Who said we were done here, you little gook bitch?,” he growls. “You don’t rest until I say you’re done.”
She answers with a sob, her chest heaving up and down with the racking noises she makes. Dave spits to the side, feeling little to any sense of compassion or pity for the woman. Now he looks down at her, the mess that is her face and that large formidable bosom held snugly in her black bra and thinks, she’s just a fuck. A piece of meat to lay into when he feels the need. And he feels that need now.
With his free hand, he grips her face beneath the chin, tilting her head up to his manhood and shoves his member in through the ring gag, making the woman taste all the blood and cum still covering his phallus. He pushes his member all the way down her throat, enjoying how her neck squeezes tight around it, bearing down on it. “Yeah...” he groans, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. “That’s the stuff.”
He punches against her face, thrusting with some quick jabs before he starts going back and forth with greater urgency. He grips the sides of her head, grabbing handfuls of hair and begins to face fuck her in greater earnest. He hears her gag, feels as her tongue tries to push back against his member and it gets him all the more excited, making him thrust against her more, his member going in and out in a quick repetitive beat.
“Yeah...” he whispers. “Yeah...”
He feels as her throat still squeezes around his shaft, inadvertently licking it clean, her tongue like warm silk as it runs over his length. He thrust against her a few more times, feeling as he begins to grow hard again before pulling out, the woman coughing, spit and drool spilling from her lips. “Well...” he says. “At least you’re not vomiting.”
He waits for a moment as if waiting to see her prove him wrong. But as much as she sucks in deep breaths and coughs, no more than thick globs of saliva come out from the hole of her ring gag. Pity, he thinks. He’d have loved to force that vomit back down her throat.
He releases her hair, letting her head bang back against the floor, her forehead cracking against the hard stone. She whines, curling up into a fetal position, sobbing against that hard ground. Not worrying, he circles around her body, kicking her legs open again and plants himself down between them, his member finding its way into that twitching little hole between her ass cheeks. As he slides his member back in, the woman screams. He slips it back in, sliding it down to the hilt and holds it there, feeling as she squirms once more. He lets himself slip away, feeling the pleasure this woman brings him and briefly wonders what Doug is up to. Then he lets that thought fall away and pulls out only to begin pounding down with savage glee against the woman’s nice round buttocks. This, he thinks, is what it’s all about. Getting up in the morning and getting a good fuck from a hot bitch. Again, he thinks that he should have been doing this years ago rather than having waited so long and drills into the woman all the harder, enjoying how her body thumps against the floor, her voice crying out shrilly from behind the gag. Doug is sure missing out, he thinks as he continues to pound away at the woman, his mind filled with exhilaration and animal desire.

He beats against the woman’s ass, enjoying how she squeals beneath him, the sounds of her piteous cries music to his twisted mind. He pushes his weight against her, moving it harder, in and out, thrusting into her again and again, just letting himself take the moment in and feel the woman’s resistance as her anus tries to crush his member. He enjoys the slap, slap of his hips against her own, loving how her ass cheeks bounce against his weight, her voice grunting with each blow. Gradually it pulls at him and finally after several minutes, he feels his erection growing harder, stiffer, the tightness now starting to get to him. As her insides tug at his member, he wonders how he can prolong this or if he should? But he does not let himself dwell on the notion, the heat from his endeavors taking over so that he finds himself soon spilling his seed deep into her soft insides. He jerks against her body a few more times before pulling himself out so he can admire his handwork.
Her anus looks like a stretched out red smear, the cum dribbling out more profusely now as it’s his second go inside her. He allows himself to admire the yellow bronze tone of her skin and how her rear shivers deliciously beneath the light and gets an idea.
Going to the table he takes one of the crops, which has three wrapped rope ends and stretches it out, feeling its tenseness and how flexible it is. He smacks it lightly against his hand, wincing slightly as the leather bites down into his skin. Nice, he thinks.
He walks over to the prone woman, she still prostrated on the floor, legs spread, the cum running down between her ass cheeks. He nods, taps the crop lightly in his hand and raises it over his head, bringing it down suddenly across her ass cheeks.
The reaction is instantaneous as the woman scrabbles across the floor, her behind suddenly flaring with an unusual pain. He grins as she scrambles to get to her feet and he kicks her in the side, making her groan, hands pressing against her side. He plants his foot between her shoulder blades, pushing her down against the floor so she can’t move. “You’re not gonna’ move that delightful ass away from this spot,” he says. “It’s just rude to run off on people in the middle of their fun.”
The girl shrieks behind her gag, kicking her legs in a mimicry of a tantrum but otherwise remains where she is. Dave taps the crop lightly on his leg and bends down, running it lightly over the Asian’s bronze skin, letting her shiver and worry over when the crop will land and how hard the blow will be. He taps it lightly against her rear, enjoying how she jumps at this smallest of actions.
He stretches out the strap on the crop and grins. Now, for some real fun.

He raises the crop over that glistening gold rear, the one line from a few seconds ago still raw and red, pulsing vibrantly. It makes him smile so and he brings down the crop with a second blow, watching as the woman tenses and stretches out, bouncing on the floor as she screams, trying to kick away, a second beautiful red stripe appearing above the first. He simply allows himself to wait, keeping his boot pressed firmly between her shoulders until she’s calmed down. Then the switch comes down again, the blow making the girl dance anew as the red slash crossing her flesh brings her a new wave of pain. Then again. And again. Until her rear starts to become a bright red, the slashes now beginning to cross one another, adding to the intensity the girl must surely be feeling. As he brings the crop down again, he watches her, taking in how her body continues to bounce, the droplets of blood splashing up as the sweat now begins to run down her body in a profuse manner adding a smell to her that smells thickly of some barn with animals.
He grins and continues for several minutes until he feels himself growing hard again. Then he stops and walks over to her head, watching the girl sob on the floor, the tears coming in a constant stream now.
“Hey...” he says. The girl does not respond, instead hunching in on herself more. Annoyed, he grabs a handful of her hair and slaps her across the face hard. The sound echoes loudly in the room. “Hey!” he barks. “We’re not through yet! Now suck me off.”
He doesn’t bother with holding his penis before her, instead shoving it down into her throat once more so she begins to choke on it, her throat constricting around his member. Ahhh, he thinks, throwing his head back and gasping softly, already feeling the precum at the tip of his member. This is truly what it’s all about. A bitch at your feet while you face fuck her and then tear open her ass. It can’t get much better.
He grips the sides of her hair once more, enjoying her sounds of agony as he begins to thrust into her mouth, jabbing his cock in and out of her tight throat, hoping he’s ripping something inside there. Out of instinct she tries to push it out with her tongue, to little avail. He continues this for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching as the woman dry heaves and nearly coughs something up. He grins. A few more times of this and she’ll be puking all over the floor and that’ll add another level of fun he can enjoy.
For now though, he walks up behind her, kicking her legs wide open and pushes his dick back into her anus. She moans, her back arching as her rear has become more sensitive to the intrusion, her butt still raw from his lashing. It makes him all the harder and he spears his member inside of her, loving how the girl shrieks, arching her back to lessen the agony her backside feels. He rubs his cock inside her, feeling how tight her lovely anus is and how the blood and sweat run over his stomach and hips. It’s quite the pleasure, he thinks, and pulls out slowly only to come back in with a thud. He will repeat this several more times before Doug comes in to see the mess he’s created.
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Marcos rubs his chin as he watches the thin man, the one named “Dave.” The man is grinning, enraptured with his own video. Before them on the screen is the little Asian doll, taking it in the ass, the thin white man’s cock ripping her small anal hole apart. The constant thump of his cock against her rectum a droning sound against the speakers along with her moans of discomfort.
“So you fucked her all night?” Carlos says enthusiastically.
The thin man chuckles, a throaty sound in his voice and slaps his hands against his legs, enjoying the comment of Marcos’ younger brother. “Wish I could, bro! But I don’t have that kinda’ stamina! Not sure any man does, really.”
He shakes his head, sitting back and leans into the chair, watching the video. On it the Asian woman seems to be looking towards the camera, imploring for whoever is at the other end of the screen to stop the senseless act that is going on. Tears are running down her face and the thin man on screen is jerking her head back, pulling her by a handful of hair and running his tongue along the side of her neck as his body thrust in and out of her body, that slapping noise a continuous sound.
The man grins. “Really I just fucked her ass a few times and made her suck me off. Tried making a game of whipping the bitch, but soon got tired of that. Ended up pushing my club down her throat, pushing it in so far she’d hurl and then when that gore and bile was on the floor, I beat her ass a bit and went to sleep on top of her.”
“Yeah...” says Doug, glancing at the man. “You forgot to shut the blinkin’ camera off when you decided to take your nap. No one wants to see you sleep. Or hear you snore! God almighty!” Doug rolls his eyes at that, throwing up his hands as if to ward off the memory.
Dave simply shrugs and Doug looks back up at the screen. He rubs his chin, considering the images he is looking at. “When I got off shift I found Dave pounding away at the bitch again, using her ass like it were a piece of steak. But me, being I hadn’t had any pussy since the day before, I made him haul ass off of her and took her over to the bathroom, cleaning her little asshole out with a hose. Filled her up so that her belly was all big and swollen, he says, his eyes fading as he thinks back to the events of that time. The others listen intently as the thin one looks on with a big grin on his face, even memory bringing back the devils in his eyes.

The water churns in the woman’s belly and she moans behind her gag as Doug presses his hand against the swollen form, hearing her gut gurgle in discomfort. He twist the hose in her anus, enjoying how the girl screams, letting her fill up until he thinks she’s about ready to burst, then he pulls the hose out in one quick pop.
The reaction is instantaneous as the woman begins spraying her load in a shower over the wall and door, coating it in sticky red and brown filth. Doug barely moves away in time to avoid the shit storm flying out of her ass. It continues for what feels like several minutes but is in fact seconds, as her insides remove what has been building up within her body for hours and painting the walls with it. Soon enough the contents of her body are drained and the girl, sobbing, leans against the wall before her, sliding down it, her nice golden ass thrust up towards him with quivering anus at the fore as it dribbles the last remains of shit, bubbling out like an exhausted pair of lips. True, it is now marked red, lashed by Dave’s crop nicely and still bleeds a bit but that quivering anus looks so tempting, Doug can’t resist having his own go at it.
He unbuckles his belt, letting the pants slide down his thick meaty legs. Shaking his head, he grins at the Asian before him as he pulls out his meat sausage which flings itself out from his yellowed underwear. “It’s time for you to meet my sausage.”
The girl shivers against the wall, but otherwise gives no response, not even so much as turning to acknowledge him. Well, he’s going to change that little attitude problem of hers right quick.
First, he thinks, holding his rod and looking over the girls still dribbling rear, he needs to clean her first. No sense getting something off this bitch, now, is there? He picks up the hose once more and sprays her rear off, cleaning the outer surface before shutting the valve and returning to his prize. Now it is clean and glowing, making his member stiffen.
“Alright,” he says, rubbing his long member, “It’s time to put out and fuck up.”
The girl sobs in reply, hugging the wall before her. He walks up to her, rubbing her shoulders lightly. “Aww... you’re just breaking my ‘widdle heart.” He chuckles and spreads her anus which he notices with some sadness, spreads open rather easily. Still, he’s not going to be turned away by some mild looseness. He’s been wanting this ass since yesterday, and filling out those tedious reports all day has made him hungry and edgy. Thinking on that edge, he pushes his member deep into the girl’s guts, hearing her moan in distress as his dick sinks into her. He’s pleased to see that her anus crushes his member, holding it tight. Really tightly. Enough it’s almost painful to push inside her.
“Guess Davey has a little pecker when it comes to fucking you, eh? Well, all good and dandy for me!”
He pulls out part way, her anus holding to his member through the whole process and slams back inside, deep and hard. The girl cries out, her shoulders slamming against the wall as his member spears her sphincter hard. He chuckles at her discomfort and pulls out part way once more to slam back inside her with force. The girl groans in discomfort, her nice large tits pressing against the wall. Doug grins, gripping a handful of hair and pushes her face against the hard packed wall as he thrust roughly against her a few more times, enjoying how she grunts as he thrust inside her. Holding her in place, he twist his hips about, enjoying the tight hold she has on his member before he begins to pick up the pace, slapping hard and quick against her sore anus. The Asian cries, her for voice breaking with each push as his member rips through her insides.
For Doug, those cries spurn him on, both his hands sliding down her supple back to grip her first hips, nails biting into soft flesh so that he bucks against her, beating her hips with his rod, her anus sucking hungrily at his staff. He groans, beating against her, raking his nails across her hips. The girl wails in response, each thrust slamming her torso against the wall.
Soon, he is beating at her, the warm heat having risen in his loins enough that he can feel himself ready to explode. He rakes his nails across her inner thighs, enjoying her screams, those sounds pushing him further until he is thrusting deep inside, spurting his milky white seed in thick loads within her anal canal. Three long, hard thrust and it’s over. Gasping, he pulls out slowly, her anus twitching as if sucking in air.
The girl slides down the wall, sobbing, a low whimper coming from her lips. Doug lifts his pants up, buckling his belt. “Alright, that’s good for a warm up. Now to start today’s festivities.”
He leans down, gripping a handful of the Asian’s hair and begins to drag her across the floor, not caring overly that he is pulling her across the shit pile on the ground. They can clean her up easily enough outside. After they dirt her up a bit more. He grins widely as he passes through the door dragging the poor woman behind him.
“Alright,” says Doug, pulling or more like dragging the Asian woman behind him across the ground. She looks so pathetic there, thinks Dave, watching her as she wails behind her gag, half dress falling off as Doug pulls her by the hair like some uncouth caveman. But the man himself doesn’t seem to notice, as he can see a huge grin plastered on the man’s fat lips, spreading those wobbly cheeks. “I think we can play a little game here,” he says.
“What sort?” says Dave quizzically.
Doug bends down and pulls out a stun gun. He presses the button on it letting the electricity spark between the two metal rods at the end. “Starting now,” he tells the little Asian who stares wide eyed, “this gook here,” he says, waving the weapon in the Asian’s general direction, “has 30 seconds to hide from us and get out. If she gets out then we’ll let her go and find help if she can.”
Dave grins. The sort of “help” the girl could find in this area, especially undressed as she is, would hardly be anymore beneficial to her than her current situation. Well... maybe a bit better. They might kill her quick unlike what he and Doug have in mind.
Doug continues unperturbed. “However; if she doesn’t escape in that time limit and we bring her down with the stun gun, then we get to keep her for a few more days. Sound good?” There is a malevolent grin on his partner’s face and it makes Dave smile and tense inside. Something is up that he isn’t saying.
“Yeah...” he says. “Sounds good to me.”
“Only thing I don’t get,” says Doug turning to the woman lying on the floor still staring at the stun gun in the man’s hands, “is why this bitch didn’t start running when I said “starting now?”
Only then does the girl realize her mistake, but it is too late as Doug brings down the taser on the meaty flesh of one of the Asian’s golden tits. And the effect is immediate. The woman’s body arches back, back pushing up almost like a C-shape as her toes touch the floor, a type of squeal coming from her lips as the electricity runs its course through her body and then Doug pulls it away, letting the woman flop back onto the floor, body twitching.
“Starting now it’s my friend’s turn,” says Doug, extending the taser to Dave who takes it leisurely from the man’s hand. “You already lost one turn, so you only have one try left. What are you going to do?”
The woman is still writhing on the floor, chest bouncing up and down, eyes rolling in her head. Doubtful she understands half of what Doug is saying. It’s quite a cruel little thing that his partner has done, Dave thinks. Not that he has any complaints. He never was much into exercise, besides fucking. He can do that one all night long.
He walks around the girl calmly, his boots clicking on the pavement, she still writhing on the floor, those open tan legs so beautiful. That pussy all warm and pink, the folds pushing up, almost inviting him to rape her. It’s just too much.
He pushes the switch and leans down in a rush, shoving the taser into the woman’s vagina. She howls even more loudly than she had when Doug burned her tit, thinks Dave, as her body arches, nearly shoving those hips into his face. He pulls back and the woman falls back on the floor with a soft thud.
“Well,” says Dave, handing the weapon back to his partner, “that’s the end of that game.”
“Yep,” says Doug. “She kinda’ sucks at these energetic games.”
“Yeah...” says Dave, walking around her writhing form, “she really does.”
“Though...” he says. “You hit her on the twenty second mark rather than thirtieth.”
“You complaining?” says Dave.
The man throws back his head and laughs. “Nah. Let’s get the bitch strung up already.”
“Now you’re talking.”

As Dave is tying her arms above her head, Doug finds himself licking his upper lip, finding his hand dipping into his pants, rubbing his engorged member as he looks on towards the Asian lying prone on the floor, sweat running down her slick svelte body, breasts rising and falling with every breath. But what grabs his attention more is the round curves of her rear which dribbles with sweat. Grunting, he says, “Leave her where she is for now.”
“What?” says Dave, giving him a surprised look.
Doug frowns but nods. “Yeah, I want to do something else to her for now.”
“Sure thing, boss,” says Dave, locking the cuffs above the woman’s head but leaving them loose so she is still lying on the floor, breathing raggedly. Doug smiles, looking down at her spread legs and kicks her in between those limbs to hit her tender flesh, grinning as the girl whines, twisting in her binding as she curls up to protect her womanhood.
Doug grips her ankles and lifts her legs up over her head, pushing them up against her shoulders so her nice round ass is sticking out at him, her anus still pulsing and quivering, afraid it’s going to be penetrated. A mighty reasonable fear, thinks Doug as he feels his lips curl and hurries to unzip his pants, thrusting them to the floor.
The girl shakes her head, eyes wide in fear, whining. “N-nuuu... nut agin...” she says behind her gag.
He pushes his bulk down towards her, grinning as he leans over, blocking her view of anything else with his girth. “Oh yes, again,” he says, running his hand over her vaginal opening and her anus, teasing it softly. Her flesh ripples in fear, anus tightening up as he brushes his knobby fingers over it. He feels wetness there, from where she’s bleed and the water still runs through, draining from the passage.
He grins with a show of his teeth and begins to push his middle finger into her anal passage. The girl squirms uncomfortably beneath him, trying to arch her back but having little room to do so with he pressing his weight down on her. “Oh yes,” he says, twisting his finger in that tight passage. “I’ll fuck it again and again and again until you can’t stand it anymore and are bleeding like a fountain! And then fuck it again and again some more until that tight little hole...” And he twist his finger inside now, pushing it down at an angle so the woman is crying. “Can’t stay shut anymore and stays large and wide for anyone to dip their fat cocks into!” He pushes his finger in deeper and the girl wails in misery. He wonders why it is he really waited so long before he started doing these things to women? His morality? He really should have been doing this much earlier! Morals. What pesky nuisances. It’s so good to be rid of them.

Dave seats himself on a wooden crate, slowly rubbing his shaft which burns from all its prior use. It’ll be awhile before it’s ready for action again, so he’ll just enjoy the show.
As he watches the performance he can only smile and shake his head. He’s always been an ass man himself, enjoying the round bubbly butts of women, but he’d always figured Doug to be a pussy man himself. But how the man is fingering that Asian’s tight asshole, he begins to wonder...
Actually, he wonders what hole the man took already? By the sounds from the woman, he guesses it was her ass, so this will be his second time? Heh, poor thing is probably gonna’ be a nervous wreck by the end of this. But that’ll be fine for him. It’s not like he cares about her condition anyways.
A thought comes to mind and he walks over to the camera, changing the tapes and shuts it with a clap, bringing it over to his crate and opening it, controlling the filming himself as he focuses on the woman’s contorted body with the fat lard of Doug’s on top of her, scanning over her twitching form to center in on her twitching anus. It’s just too beautiful, thinks Dave. Just a pleasure to watch.
His hand dips into his trousers and he finds himself rubbing his member, the rod becoming stiff despite the pain from its overuse already. Fuck it, he thinks. Soon he’ll be ready to pop the bitch again. When that happens she’ll be really sorry!
He groans as he pulls a little too hard and winces. Okay.. Maybe not that soon...

Doug chuckles as he holds the woman’s legs up over her shoulders and then begins to push his ramrod into her tight little asshole. Even after all the fucking Dave has given it and that loosening up with the hose he gave it just minutes earlier and his own fucking, her asshole is still really quite tight. The woman shrieks behind her gag, squeezing her eyes shut as if to push the point further. It’s of little concern to Doug though. His only concern is that tightness and how it feels along the girth of his thickened member.
He pushes it in slowly, the blood and water from earlier giving him some lubrication as he pushes it in centimeter by centimeter, stretching her little hole out wide to accommodate his great girth. The woman tries to shake him off, but to little avail. He is simply to strong and continues his invasion of her tight passage, her vaginal hole completely ignored.
As soon as it is in he lets his weight fall back on it, slamming down on her with a rough blow that knocks the wind out of her. The girl squirms beneath him, simply adding to the growing pleasure he feels. He groans, lips parting, as he takes in the full enjoyment of the act, the woman’s twitching sphincter only adding to the joys of it all.
Slowly he begins to pull himself out, her anus pulling at his member as he does so and part way out he slams back in making the woman bounce back in pain.
“You like that, did you?” he says maliciously and begins to pull out again, a little further this time, before coming back down with brutal force, making the woman scream, the veins on her neck bulging. Sweat beads on her forehead, tears running down her cheeks.
He laughs and repeats the process, the woman unable to do more than endure. After a few times he begins to take a more steady pace, his testicles slapping wetly at her opening as he leans down, sweat running down his forehead and falling into the woman’s eyes. He thrust in and out, in and out, his body slapping wetly against her. The woman throws her head back and forth, trying to arch her back and pull away, all the time shrieking behind her gag.

From the other end of the room Dave watches with enjoyment, rubbing his member a little quicker, though it still burns mightily from its earlier uses. He can see his partner really working a sweat up as he beats against the poor Asian, his fat girth coming up and down again like a dump truck, the woman’s body jerking with each pull from the man’s penis.
The sight is mesmerizing and Dave has a bit of trouble in moving the camera from one position to the other, first focusing on the woman’s face, strained with the agonies she endures and then to her pelvis that bounces up and down with a constrained beauty. Dave can only chuckle behind the lens, fully engrossed in the vile acts happening before him.

Doug feels his heat rise, and squeezes his eyes shut while gritting his teeth as he bears his weight down on the woman, feeling how her ass grips his member like a vice. It pulls and rips at his manhood, seeming to demand his cum flow despite the woman’s own screams of protest. But he tries to keep it in, to hold it off as long as he can, enjoying that very same grip which has him. It does not last long though...
Unable to hold it anymore, he beats against her hips a few final times before pulling out and throwing her legs aside, throwing himself against her face, laying nearly his entire weight on it as he thrust his member in between the opening of the gag between her lips. He sees the woman’s eyes go wide, she struggling and kicking beneath him as he jabs savagely a few times into her soft throat. Then it comes...
The torrent of jism sprays forth, spewing its contents into the woman’s mouth, forcing her to swallow the thick globs or risk choking. That which doesn’t go down her throat comes out her nose, the cum coming forth in a spray down her nostrils. It makes Doug laugh and he jerks his member a few more times, enjoying the tightness to be had in her very mouth. So pleasurable it is he is quite surprised that he didn’t try it earlier.
The woman’s gagging reflex makes her throat constrict around his member, making it all the tighter, pulling at the last dredges of his cum like a half starved child. He groans, throwing his head back, his member pulled by the sensitive skin and holds it there, enjoying the twitching of muscles and how she pulls inadvertently.
After a short while, he pulls out, wiping the remains of cum on the woman’s brow who stares up at the ceiling, mouth agape and eyes wide, tears running down her cheeks as her mind processes what has happened, trying futilely to deny it. “Not a bad fuck, gook,” he says in a sharp tone. “We’ll be back later for some more.”

“Later?” says Dave, surprised at Doug’s comment, standing in shock. “But I was thinking...”
Doug grips Dave between the legs, squeezing his crotch, making him groan loudly. “That was hardly a tug, boy,” says the older man. “Give your willy a rest and let’s grab a burger. Bitch isn’t going anywhere.”
Dave rubs his legs a bit to get the circulation flowing again and nods. The man is right, he’s overextended himself thus far and the woman won’t be leaving anywhere. They might as well get something to eat while they wait for their bodies to reenergize.
He looks back at the gook slut and gives a sneer, tilting his head towards her before turning away, his stomach grumbling, reminding him of another need he needs to fulfill. The bitch can wait her turn. Other matters take a more pressing stage.
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