The reatlor's nightmare...

[darkstalker]

this was a story requested by bob rob. it has an older woman which i'll be unlikely to use again and as requested has something of a grisly end. so hope you all enjoy.

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Lauri sighs, the van slowly pulling up to the model home she’s been trying to sell for the past month. As she steps out, she looks towards the large spacious building looming before her.
It had been built not a few months back and almost immediately vagrants had chosen to take up residence within. It had been one vexation after the next with them.
She’d been fortunate enough to be able to have time to call the cops on them when she’d first got sight of people moving about inside. It hadn’t helped that when she’d asked for reports on a few of those men the officers had hauled away, that the vagrants had actually had long arrest records. They went from petty theft all the way up to sexual assault and rape. But none had been kept behind bars for very long that she’d been aware. All the crimes had been past and couldn’t be used to keep them behind bars.
The police simply had no reason to keep them and didn’t really have the space for the extra men, so after twenty four hours with the typical authoritive slap on the wrist, all of them had been let go. Many of them were skinheads with long drawn out faces and smallish eyes wearing tattered clothes. She wasn’t sure wether she felt disgust or pity for them when she’d seen them initially, only that she’d not want to meet them in the dark. But they were gone, Lauri reminds herself, and she has a job to do. Getting the home prepped for the potential buyers coming in tomorrow is her top priority and this is her last stop for the night.
It’s already ten pm and she’d like to get home as soon as possible to her young daughter and dutiful husband. She’s already sleepy after all, and at 38, Lauri can already feel the aches aging brings to you. She has to admit to herself that she can no longer ignore that her breasts are not as perky as they once were or that she can keep off the fat as easily as years before. Her glory days are behind her, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t attractive and can’t show for it. With the business suit hugging her frame with a short skirt that is almost too small she still gets lingering gazes from younger men. So she’s not over the hill just yet. But it’s getting there.
Tying her hair back in a pony tail so it won’t get in the way of the cleaning, Lauri heads up the walkway towards the model home, her high heels clicking on the pavement as she heads for the house. She steps up the stairs, picking out the key for the door and pauses.
She swears she heard something a second ago, but after waiting for a what feels like several minutes she shrugs it off as part of her imagination and pushes the key through the lock, turning it slowly. The door opens and everything is dark inside, there is no movement or signs of unusual shadows.
Sighing, she steps inside and moves to switch on the light when a group of hands and strong arms surround her. Hands cover her mouth almost immediately, her shrieks being stilled, arm swinging around her neck, helping choke off the scream while other hands grab at her arms and grab at her legs, lifting her bodily into the air.
“Hey bitch,” says the one covering her mouth, leaning close so he can look at her. His face is long and lean, head skinned and hairless. His breath stinks of alcohol and his eyes seem to gleam in the darkness. He grins a sickly twist of his lips.
“Remember me,” he says. “Cuz I and my boys sure remember you. And we’re going to give you a party you aren’t soon gonna’ forget.”
“Noph!” she screams, remembering him as one of the vagrants who had been taken away a few days earlier when she’d called the police. “Lef me goh!” she screams into his hand to no effect, thrashing in the grips of the men. But with four of them about her, she is easily overpowered.
“Sorry Red,” says the skinhead, “but we have special plans for you. Brought all sorts of toys to play with.” The man leans down, running his long tongue across Lauri’s face sending a chill down her spine. “All sorts.”
She stares at him wide eyed, her body filling with fear. The man turns away from her, looking at the others. “Come on! Let’s haul this bitch to the basement. We can have some fun with her there!”
“Noph!” she cries, “donf!” Her thrashing and kicking results in little, though she manages to kick one in the face who was grabbing her ankle. The large black man grunts, dropping her leg. He suddenly thrust his fist deep into her solar plexus, making her curl up almost instantly as her stomach gives way.
“Oh, that’s a nice one Marcus! You beat old women too?” says the one holding her.
“Shut up!” the man says. “Cunt kicked me in the face!”
“Yeah, yeah,’ says the man behind her, “like there was much to ruin.”
“Fuck you,” says the man rubbing his cheek.
The one behind her lets out a large rumbling laugh, letting go of her neck so he can slide his palm up her hips, hand stroking her large derriere, nails digging into her meaty buttocks. “Yeah,” he says, “I think that’s the idea man.”
He nips at her left ear, teeth tugging at the end, making her holler. “Bitch has a pair of lungs,” says the man to her left.
“Doesn’t matter,” says the skinhead behind her. “This neighborhood’s still empty. And downstairs noone’s gonna’ hear her scream.”
Lauri finds herself sobbing, the tears running down her cheeks as she contemplates her fate, being held hostage by these men. There is a tingle running up her spine as she realizes they mean to sexually assault her. After all these years and her age, she’d thought she’d be beyond that possibility. It seems she was wrong.
The door before her opens, intricately carved with curling vines, admits her to a darkness she does not want to see. “Come on! Drag her in!” the leader orders.
She tries to dig her heels in, to try and keep herself from being pulled into the darkness but all she manages is to lose one of her high heels, the little good that does her. Strong arms pull her stumbling forward, someone turns her sharply, a slap ringing across her face as the grip on her mouth is loosed and then someone is turning her again, this time punching her in the stomach. As she doubles over in pain someone puts his boot on her back and pushes, hard.
Lauri falls head first into the darkness, rolling down the stairs in a rolling tumble only to land on the hard cement below with a hard crack. She sobs, the tears running down her eyes as she feels the harsh pains running down her shoulders and back, her temple throbbing, blood making her scalp warm.
The darkness surrounds her, almost wrapping her in a warm blanket. The opening above blocked by the shadows of the men who have her at their mercy.
Someone flips the switch on and she finds it blinding, the light stinging her eyes. Terror fills her as hands come upon her, grabbing her shoulders and arms. “Come on bitch,” says the unidentified voice behind her. “We got some serious business to attend to!”
With these words Lauri finds her voice and screams.
“Fucking bitch,” says the one behind her, kicking her behind the head so her forehead slams against the hard concrete. Her head bounces against the stone floor, her head swirling. She feels dizzy and struggles little as the man behind her twist her arms back, tying a chord around her arms, squeezing it tight.

Jason watches, arms crossed before him, his eyes small specks in his face. He watches as the woman bleeds, her scalp now having a red smear running down it. He smiles. If this were just some punk nose salesman they’d make that a lot worse, but this isn’t any salesman. It’s a saleswoman!
The others just as Jason had talked about their time in prison, held for the night. They’d simply been looking for a place to crash for a little while. Rest the aches and pains from another day on the street. No one had been here, so what was the harm? At least that’s what they’d all thought.
Then this bitch came along when no one had been aware and calls the pigs on them. Jason sneers at the thought.
They’d come like thieves in the night, yelling and roughing them all up, jerking them out of the beds or off the floor, knees on backs, twisting their arms and all the while screaming. Cuffs had been places, locks shut and bodies been tossed none too gently into squad cars, heads banging against the top. He’d gotten a nice gash from that. No shitting. He touches his forehead self consciously, feeling the long gash across his forehead.
It had closed up during the night of course. But it had simply added one more thing he’d wanted to pay the uppity cunt for. Initially they’d been thinking of curb stomping her, but a closer inspection of the situation made them all realize, why waste a prime piece of real estate? Sure, it looked like she had some crow’s eyes already and wasn’t as trim as some other ass, but that just meant she’d be less cautious when it came to grabbing her. And one cunt felt much the same as another when you were fucking.
He feels his dick tenting as he looks at her, kneeling on the floor, sobbing. “Pull her head up Jack.”
“Sure thing boss,” says the black man.
Jason cracks his knuckles and grins. Just because they’re going to fuck her doesn’t mean they can’t rough her up a bit.

Lauri sobs, feeling as the man behind her jerks her head back suddenly, wrenching at the hairs on her head, as if wanting to rip them from her scalp. She begs, pleading, watching as the one skin head approaches her, knuckles cracking as he nears.
“Please!” she begs. “Don’t...!”
The crackt across her face rings loudly in the room, the other men “oohing” as they see her head swing to the side suddenly. Her neck snaps with the blow, eyes wide, a lip splitting with the blow. She stares at the far wall, mouth agape. She’d never been hit like that before. Her husband had always been so kind. So...
“Look at me when I talk to you whore!” says the man, jerking her scalp suddenly.
“No! Stop!” she says out of instinct, resulting in another slap, snapping her head to the right. This time, however; she has no time to regain her composure as the man grips her chin, jerking her head back, his face twisted into a sneer.
“Listen here you fucking cunt,” he hisses. “I’m the one giving the orders now!”
Her lips quivers, eyes staring wide at the man, the tears streaming down her cheeks. The man snarls, his cheeks puffing up and lips puckering up grotesquely. It takes a moment to realize what he is going to do, until his throat makes a retching noise and then the spit flies from his lips, landing against her right eye. “Aahhh!” she shrieks.
The man slaps her once more, the blow sounding in the room. “This is what I think of your high horse, bitch,” he hisses.
Lauri stays kneeling, her arms held firmly by the rope, scalp burning and cheeks stinging as well. She sobs, teeth chattering, wondering what it is these monsters will actually do to her.

“Now...” says Jason, his cock hard from slapping the cunt, knuckles red from some blood she’d spit while he slapped her. “What hole should I fuck first?”
“P-please...” she babbles. “D-don’t...”
He cracks her across the face again. “Shut up! I wasn’t asking you!”
She begins to sob once more and Jason sighs, his patience growing thin with the whore. Maybe they should curb stomp her? It’d stop the whining at least. Then an idea crosses his mind.
He unbuckles his pants quickly, dropping them on the floor, his long hard stick already hard and erect. He grips it, pulling the woman’s head back so she can look up into his eyes. He laughs and slaps his phallus against her cheek lightly. “You know where this is going to go cunt?”
“Nooo....” she moans. “Don’t. Pu...kkk...”
He plugs her nose, shoving his member deep into her mouth suddenly, his cockhead slamming against the back of her throat, eliciting a deep gagging from her. He buries his cock all the way down into her chunky lips, feeling as her tongue slaps against the base of his dick, soaking it, her cheeks bulging out as he pushes his cock in.
The woman snorts, trying to spit out his cock, snot and drool coming from nose and lips. He feels her teeth tugging at his stick and he pinches her nose harder, his nails biting into the bridge.
“Listen hear, bitch,” he says in a bored sounding voice. “You bite down and I break all your teeth in. You got that?”
She stares up at him, eyes wide and pleading. Her teeth have loosened from his shaft so Jason pulls out a bit, keeping her nose plugged. “Alright, get ready to be throat fucked you old bag of shit.”
And Jason slams his dick into her throat with one thrust.

Lauri has to force herself to breathe around the thick member, the girth of it and force of which is being used to pummel her throat, making her gag. She can barely breathe around it and feels as it rams the back of her throat, slamming into it and forcing its way down her gullet as it bruises her insides. Tears run down her eyes but this madman doesn’t seem to care for her pain and suffering. No. He seems to enjoy it.
Lauri can see it in his small eyes, how he slams his member into her, purposely making her choke. There’s that malicious look in it, how he enjoys her suffering, ravaging her sensitive neck.
Her cheeks puff and sputter, thick wads of spit and drool now mixing in with bile, spilling around her lips. It’s disgusting. She daren’t bite down on his member to dislodge it though. The look in his eyes bears no space for rebuke, Lauri must simply endure.
She struggles, swinging her body, trying to make him loosen his grip on her that way, but instead he simply buries his fingers into her scalp deeper, nails dragging along the skin, making her whimper.
“That’s it bitch,” she hears him whisper. “Cry for me.”
It’s what he wants, she realizes, but she has great difficulty resisting. The pain and degradation are too much and she finds herself sobbing, tears running down her cheeks mixed with snot and drool.
“Yeah...” says the man. “That’s the way you cunts need to be, at my feet!”
He grips her head harder and begins thrusting, fucking her face viciously as if he wishes to tear her head off with his thrusting. It is almost too much for Lauri and she finds herself nearly passing out as the throat fucking happens. Too weak to stop it and held down, unable to get away from it. Lauri endures, feeling as the back of her throat is bashed, beaten by the hard member, it beginning to flick inside her mouth, precum salty and wet starting to leak out.
Lauri’s eyes widen at the realization.

Jason groans. The whore’s sobbing is getting to him, making him hard, making him want to cum!
He thrust into her rapidly, jack hammering against her tender throat, groaning. “Yeah! Give it to her!” he hears one of the men say. He doesn’t pay attention fully, his body now stiffening, his member jerking against the cunt’s mouth. Soon... Soon he’ll be cumming inside the bitch.
He thrust rapidly, turning the bitch to the side so he can beat against her cheek instead. He watches as his dick pushes out against her cheek, slapping wetly against the inside of it. “Uuughh...” he moans, feeling as his body gets ready to cum.

Lauri sobs, her neck stretched in an ungainly form as the man thrust savagely into her mouth, fucking her with wild abandon. She wonders what her husband is doing? Cooking dinner perhaps, helping the kids with homework?
She closes her eyes, hoping it will all end quickly and that she can put this nightmare behind her soon...
Her eyes widen then as she feels the thick fluid spill out, shooting into the inside of her cheeks, covering her tongue in a heavy coating. She coughs, feeling it spill out from between her lips.
“No!” the man yells, shoving her face down into his crotch, his hairs going up her nose. “Drink it all up you bitch! All!”
Despite the man’s yelling, his fingers in her scalp, she refuses, coughing and spitting the cum as it comes bubbling up from his member. It is thick and syrupy with a foul taste similar to rotten fish eggs. She coughs a great quantity, the filth spilling over her fine silk blouse. She inadvertently swallows a load of it, choking it down in her attempts to breathe but most of it spills out from between her lips. This, she finds, is a mistake.
No sooner is the man pulling away from her mouth then he is choking her, his fingers digging deep into her neck, squeezing. Lauri gasp, tongue lolling out as her eyes begin to roll into her head, the man’s yelling beginning to fade.

Jason is livid. The bitch nearly bit him when he shot his load, and now she spits all his baby batter out? His fine man gold? This he can’t take.
He grabs her by the neck, beginning to squeeze, intending to kill her.
“You think you can bite me and spit my load out, bitch! You think you can just waste my precious cum like that? You think-?!”
As he raises his fist to punch her in the eye socket two of his men grab him, gripping his arms and pulling them up, away from the woman. He struggles instantly, trying to elbow one.
“Chill!” yells the one to his left. “Chill bro! We got this!”
It takes him a moment to realize who has him and he yells at them to let him go. “Not until you promise you aren’t gonna’ kill the cunt! We haven’t had our turn yet!” yells Chase.
He stiffens and growls. “Well...?” says Chase.
“Fine! I won’t kill the cunt! Yet...”
“Good enough. Let im’ go Pete.”
Both men release him and he swings his arms angrily, shrugging their touch off. “You can kill her after we all have our go. If you still feel like it. Gonna’ hang on you if you do.”
“I agree to that brother,” says Carl, a large negroid man with a thick amount of stubble on his double chin. “I’m not going to jail for killing no white bitch.”
“Well fuck all of you!” Jason yells. “And you too!” he says, running towards the prone woman who is still coughing and landing a kick into her mid section. She curls into a ball immediately, sobbing and shivering. Jason shrugs in his jacket, cracking his neck and spits on her.
“Yeah, whatever,” he says, wiping his mouth. “You can have what’s left of her.”
He walks back to the stairs, taking a seat at the rung of the bottom one and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He needs a drag. Something to take off the nerve. He pushes a cigarette against his lips, the calming feel of nicotine already calming him.

“So, who’s next,” she hears one of the thin men say. “I think...” says the other one who restrained the skinhead, but before the man can say anything, the one behind her grips her right breast hard, squeezing it in his grip.
“I think that pleasure goes to me, gents,” says the large black man, his hands massaging her tits.
“No... please...” she says, bitter tears running down her eyes.
“This bitch has been teasing me with her fine ass cunt and asshole, and I think it’s about time I plug one of her holes up and show her what’s up with what.”
The two men grunt in approval, stepping back from the scene. “Sure thing Carl,” the one says. “Just don’t mess her up too bad.”
The man grips Lauri’s hair, jerking her head close to his mouth, running his tongue over her cheek, making her shiver as he does so, the wet slime running down her face feeling similar to the cum leaking from her lips. “Oh, don’t worry,” says the man, chuckling. “I’ll leave the bitch nice and clean for you all to mess up!”
As if to counter his own words, he slams her head against the concrete, banging it hard against the floor, making her ears ring.
“Well mostly!”
“And you said I was gonna’ mess her up,” says the skinhead who’d forced her orally. “What a crock!” She hears him spit, his visage a shadow against the stairs.
Lauri sobs, not moving from the floor. These men are going to kill her!

Carl licks his fat puckered lips, looking at the woman’s delectable rear. He grips it, smacking it with his meaty hands, hearing as the woman wails. “Mmm! Bitch has one nice ass!”
“You always been an ass man,” says Chase, laughing. Carl smirks, jerking aside the woman’s black lace panties to expose her puckered ass hole, the thing all pink and wrinkled.
“Can’t disagree with that,” he says, licking his index finger and then pushing the tip into her hole. The woman begins to howl immediately and pulls away from him, crawling on her shoulders.
“Will you mother fuckers hold the bitch down!” he yells, dragging the screaming woman back by her hips. Pete and Chase laugh, but pounce on the woman without hesitation, slamming her head on the floor again as they do so.
“No! Please!” she begs. “Don’t... not there.... I’m not ready!”
Carl slaps her rear end with a hard blow, making the woman yelp. He loves how the flesh ripples with his blow. He’s gonna’ love pounding that tight asshole. “And I wasn’t ready to be kicked in the face, you bitch,” he says. “Now hold up while I get your hole loose enough so you don’t rip my woody off when I’m sticking you!”
“If you can even get it in,” Pete coos.
“Oh,” says Carl, licking two fingers and pressing the tips against her anus. “I’ll get it in alright, I guarantee it!”
The woman begins to writhe, her scream increasing in volume as he pushes his beefy fingers inside, expanding her tight opening and stretching it wide. It must hurt a bitch, he thinks, with how she fights and bucks against him, but it doesn’t matter to him any. All he cares about right now is taking the bitch’s most tender hole. She can cry all she wants, and bleed too for all he cares. As long as he gets his pleasure off her, that’s all that counts.

The sound is deafening to her own ears. An inhuman thing that Lauri didn’t know she was capable of, but as the disgusting man behind her pushes his fingers into her anus, she can’t help but shriek. The pain.... It’s unbearable, and she howls as she feels her body torn open.
In all her years of marriage and dating she has never allowed any man to touch her body like this, to go anywhere near her anus. Not even her beloved husband, who must be worried sick about her, and rightly so. Not even he had been given permission to touch has anus. And here, an uncouth dirty scoundrel is pushing his filthy fingers into her private hole, making her wail from agony and misery and he can’t show a care in the world for what he is doing.
Her anus protest against the intrusion, but the man keeps pushing his fingers in, beginning to stroke them in and out, widening her rear entrance. She can feel it is wet back there, something ruptured inside, but the man does not slow. Not seeming to notice her injury or not caring.
Someone pushes their heel down on her temple, grinding her face against the floor, cutting down her screams. “Man, this bitch has a pair of lungs! You gonna’ do the dirty with her Carl or you gonna’ continue playing with her asshole?”
“You just don’t have any appreciation for the finer things in life,” says the man, suddenly shoving his digits all the way into her ass, making her scream, her lungs finding more air inside them to howl for an even longer time.
“Yeah, whatever,” says the man above her, grinding his foot against her temple more, making her whimper. “Just get it over with already.”
The man slaps her rear again, the sharp pain stinging against her back side preparing her for the violation. She whines beneath the boot on her head, pleading for them to stop. But they are all ignorant, cheering the man behind her to rip away her anal virginity and all she can do is wait for it to happen...

Carl takes his meaty slab, stroking it with thick fingers and licks his upper lip. The woman’s asshole looks so inviting, her body quivering as she shakes her ass back and forth before him, almost as if pleading for him to rip it open. He grins. He doesn’t need more urging.
He spits on her rear, smearing the slime over her anus and begins to push into the opening. The screams from the cunt seem to grow as he begins to stretch her tight little asshole. Carl grunts. Even with stretching it, she is tight as all fuck. Still, he won’t be deterred.
Slowly, inch by painful inch, he pushes inside, widening her tender hole. Her howls urge him onwards, sounding his conquest as it squishes around his member, stretching. He keeps pushing, forcing himself inside, inch by painful inch. God, she is tight, he thinks.
Even with only his head in and a small fraction of his dick, her anus grabs him tightly like a steel trap. Grunting, he grins, pulling his hips back slightly, already bored with the pleasantries, and rams his cockhead in.

For Lauri, the pain can’t be worse than what she’d experienced already. The man’s filthy member is impressively bigger than his digits and it shows as he begins to stretch her anus, tearing it apart.
Lauri howls through the whole process until she feels the thing pop in her anus. The sound seems to ring in her ears, though none of the men seem to have noticed, or cared...
“Damn!” says the man ripping her open, “this fucking bitch is tight!”
“Yeah, Carl. Rip her up! Show her what that asshole if for,” she hears one of the ones holding her shoulders yell. Oh gods, she thinks. They’re goading him on with the horrid act! How can they be so cruel?
And yet she feels the man pulling at her anus, trying to pull out it seems until he comes back in suddenly, slamming his girth into her. And Lauri... screams.

Better, thinks Carl, feeling the tightness of the woman’s asshole squeezing him. Better but not enough. There’s still more than half of his dick outside of the bitch’s hole and he intends to be slapping his dick in her asshole, balls swinging.
He pulls back a bit, this time some of his member pulling out with it, and slams back in again.

Lauri screams. She feels as the man pulls out partway and begs, pleads for them to stop, to not do this. It does no good. The man propels himself forward, slamming his member into her body, his member steam rolling its way inside, a bigger portion fitting into her tight entrance, tearing her inside. She feels clearly where her insides have torn, where her body begins to bleed as the man’s snake squirms inside her loins.
She howls and shrieks. Begging him to stop. But it is all in futility. Again he pulls back and slams his girth back into her, more of his damned cock ripping through her body.
Lauri becomes incoherent, her whole body now a stinging inferno of pain and agony. Just pull and thrust. Pull and thrust. Each thrust bringing new sensations of burning fury into her rectum. And it just doesn’t stop.