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alright, i've gone back and edited this story and added a bit more detail to it. so hope you enjoy the revision.
******

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Kari lifts her drowsy head from the pillows, looking towards the alarm clock. Five A.M. She slaps her face back on the pillows, sighing inwardly. She doesn’t want to get up at this god fucking time of day!
“Shut that damned thing off,” says her roommate with a low moan, rolling over on her own bed, pressing her face deep into her pillow, her brown hair billowing out before her.
Kari rolls over, looking up towards the ceiling. She’s supposed to meet Senator Romstad, the decorated war veteren from the Vietnam war today. He’s a fuck of an early riser. Still, she needs to get going if she’s going to make her appointment.
It is rumored the senator has information on the great atrocities she’d heard years ago happening in the war. Rumors that have run the grape vine but been covered up or denied by the press. But the senator seems to have information on what happened and is willing to share. This is very important to her. It might help expose the corruption of the highest level in the war and help move the rights for women forward if it’s brought to light what has happened in secret. And once out there’s no turning back.
Forcing herself, she gets up, removing her shift and letting it drop to the floor. Quickly she showers and gets dressed, dawning a blue tube top which accentuates her large double D breasts and a short cream colored skirt that almost rides up her legs. A soft white blouse finishes complimenting the outfit along with cream colored high heels. She tucks in the blouse, tying it at the base and leaving it open down the middle. Running her hands through her shoulder length hair, she looks at herself one final time in the mirror.
With her pale white skin and eyes not slanting nearly as much as other girls, many have claimed she is pure white, which she is not. But it has helped her get better job offers and move up through society. After all, who doesn’t like a good looking white girl, even if she has some Asian heritage in her background?
She quickly shuts off the lights and rushes out the room. “I’ll be back soon!” she says, her hips swaying in her tight skirt. The door slams behind her with an audible thud, the alarm still blaring, her roommate staring red eyed at the ceiling and thinking of how she is going to kill Kari when she gets back...

*****

BANG! BANG! BANG!
The front door to Senator Romastad’s home thuds with the pounding of the door. He rushes downstairs in his robe, nearly tripping over himself and cursing as he ties his belt quickly around his waist. His robe is undone and his short white hair is unkempt, eyes still red from lack of sleep. He shouldn’t have stayed up watching all those videos but then who in the god damned hell is knocking at the doors at seven in the god damned fucking morning?
He hits the edge of the rail with his right toe as he comes down the stairs and curses loudly. Stomping to the door, he opens it quickly. “Do you know what God Damned Time it...”
When he sees the girl, he stops, speechless. She has silken cream skin, can’t be more then twenty five or twenty six years old, probably measuring a little bit below five-four. And god damned, how those breasts press against the fabric of her top, the nipples hard against them, wanting to pop out! He can almost imagine how they’d feel, molding inside his hands. Her silky white hips hug the fabric of her skirt nicely and Romstad can feel his member tenting, his anger already forgotten, dark thoughts racing through his mind suddenly.
“Senator?” she asks. “I’m Kari Chen Saiyuki, from Valley View Women’s University? You remember me? We spoke about a week ago.”
He stands himself erect, trying to keep his member from tenting fully and runs his thick hand through his short cropped hair, now graying at the edges. “Yes. From that women’s lib university, if I remember right?” he says, his voice somewhat bitter.
Kari nods, a bob of her short hair, eyes vibrant, seeming not to have noticed his bitterness. “Yes, we set up the appointment today about your years in Vietnam? You said you had some information on... “rumors,” being spread of the horrendous war atrocities committed against women. I wanted to speak with you about that.”
Looking her over, glancing over her soft white skin and creamy thighs, he wonders what it would be like to buck against her hips and hear this little bitch yell in pain, begging him to stop. And why not? Maybe he and Ms. Saiyuki can have some personal fun later. With some guys from the old gang of course.
He and smiles and leans over, pressing a button just next to the door frame that turns on the cameras inside the house. He keeps them off most of the time to keep some privacy but he’ll have them on for now, with no sound, so it won’t matter what is said here. And there are some men he knows who might like to know what this whore looks like. Yes, this night’s festivities will be long and rough and of the type Ms. Saiyuki certainly won’t enjoy. Of course... that only makes the idea better! But first... he must play the proper host.
He licks his upper lip and motions the girl into the living room. “Come on in,” he says. She nods and with a smile, she steps inside, he getting behind her and locking the door. He loves the look of those hips and that skirt riding up them, how she sways them side to side like there’s nothing wrong with that, teasing him this way. It reminds him of the olden days when he’d bend a bitch over and spread her legs open to shove his hard meat shaft into her, not even worrying to lube their cunts up. Always made their cunts tighter and made for better fucks. Yes, those were good days back then. Looking at Kari’s hips, he thinks, maybe he can relive them over again...
He can only imagine what it will be like to make this gook bitch scream as he plunges into her warm body over and over again. He grins, that idea bringing a smile to his lips. He’ll need to prepare...

****

He remembers those days. The hot sweaty treks through the woods, branches crunching beneath their boots, the weight of the gun in his arms. But despite that, the men on that day had been happy. Grinning ear to ear even while swatting away some foreign bugs from the brow. Happy. Why? Because of the slut they had with them.
An Asian gook they’d said was spying on the troop from a nearby village. He’d smiled then, a short twisting of his lips. That part had been an obvious lie. She’d only been gathering water along the river’s edge if he remembered correctly. Not that it matters much. Never did in the end.
They’d been the ones sneaking, watching... looking as the woman’s clothing dripped open over her shoulder revealing a nice expanse of orange yellow cleavage from their position, her bosom obviously not covered by any cloth or wrap. Not a bra in sight. Tempting them all with her unseen nipples. About nineteen or twenty she looked. Perfect age, perfect shape. Not overly used if at all and fairly young. With that fair exposed bosom, the teats already nearly poking out of that robe, wanting to slip out... He remembers even then wanting to tear her robe open and bite into those nice orbs, tear into them and leave his tooth marks. Their perfection wouldn’t last, and it wouldn’t be because of her age. It had been too much for he and the men already. He’d given the order, motioning towards the girl.
Colbert had taken aim, grinning as he’d pushed the tobac into his left cheek and squinted his eyes. He’d shot the dirt rapidly in front of the girl’s feet, spilling air and dust into the air, enough to make a grown elephant stampede and more then enough to make the woman shriek. She’d dropped her large bowl, letting it splash on the floor and made a break for it. This had caused the men to whoop and holler with their war cries, popping out of the jungle like a pack of savages, which by all rights, as Romstad remembered, they were. He included among them.
They’d given chase quickly, shooting randomly and yelling to make the woman scramble through the woods, stumbling and falling over. Very noisy she’d been, crying and screaming the whole time. A blind man could’ve followed her. But they hadn’t been blind, they’d simply let the chase go on for a few minutes, letting her think she might get to the village in time, as if that would do any good anyways. It was more about watching her run, seeing her desperation, and watching those hips sway. That was the real treat. When she’d fallen a few minutes, panting, with sweat dripping down her face and body, Dirk had put the muzzle of his AK 47 against her temple. The game had come to an end then, for her at least, as far as the chase went, anyhow. The other part of it was about to begin.
“Make a move,” he’d whispered, a dark glint in his eyes, “and I’ll blow your brains out all over the canopy floor.”
She’d been shaking, trembling and slowly she’d raised her arms into the air. One man had grabbed the cloth by her right shoulder and jerked it down, revealing her creamy yellow skin to everyone. They’d all whooped and crowed at that. Then the man, Shawn he remembers, had leaned down, still holding her clothing down and run his tongue over her shoulder. “Gonna’ love pinning you to the ground and making you holler bitch,” he’d whispered. She’d begun to bawl then and Shawn had slapped her across the face, throwing her to the ground. He’d kicked her in the stomach for good measure. “Haven’t even started and this bitch is already sobbing!” he’d yelled.
Romstad had instructed them to subdue the woman and bring her back to their camp for interrogation. A rope had been looped around her neck, wrapping tightly, almost choking her. He hadn’t cared, loving the sounds of her gagging, her tongue sticking out as the men had jerked at the rope and pulled her to her feet, each taking a turn to invade her mouth and orally abuse her with their tongues, pulling her up and then passing her from one man to the next... and during it all she’d been clawing at the chord that had been biting into her skin. But any time she loosened it at all one man would jerk her towards him, tightening it up again, making her eyes bulge, mouth opening to catch some air, but instead catching a man’s tongue going down her throat. They’d done that for the whole trek back to camp, letting her fall or pushing her down so she’d choke, then jerking her up by the rope so she’d be gagging, eyes rolling and pulling her up so they could thrust their tongues into her mouth while free hands jerked open her robe and pulled at her large bosom, squeezing the firm mounds between greedy calloused fingers. It was a hell of a day. He remembers that well.

Romstad resist the urge to smack this reporter girl’s bottom as she stares at him, her eyes wide as saucers. She swallows, her throat parched. He hadn’t mentioned he was the one who had instructed they bring the girl in for questioning, only implied he was there. Best to leave out how involved he really was in the whole affair. Let her sweat it out and question it. Wonder if maybe he’d only been a grunt following or not. It will bring her back. And with the details he says he knows, it’s making this girl go pale already, her hands balling up into fist, her brows knitting into a frown.
So it’s anger and not fear that has her, thinks Romstad, turning away from her, noting how her eyes seem to burn with a certain passion. It will be fun to break her in then, he thinks. More so then most of the gooks over at nam’ who had little enough courage to begin with. But he notes as he looks down at her, that her nipples are pressing against the fabric, hard from fear as he doubts it’s excitement. It’s something she can’t escape no matter how much she wishes to.
Romstad smiles. “Let’s take a seat in the living room and we can speak about these issues some more,” he says, motioning towards the two sofas with the dining table in between them. He smiles, thinking back on his memories.

Kari nods. The idea of those barbarians chasing after that young woman for no reason, in itself, scares her, but at once ignites within her a type of anger. Her fists are shaking, blood pumping at the thought of what this girl could have gone through. She can’t think what she’d do in the same situation and she is glad she has no worries of such things happening to her.
“Here you go,” says the senator, placing the cup before her. She drinks slowly, taking slow, soft sips. “Should I continue?” says the senator. She is quiet for moment, not sure she wants to know more information, but nods. The public has to know about this. She has to know. No matter how awful the truth is. “Yes,” she says, swallowing back a lump in her throat. “Continue.”

The senator grins. This girl, even though she is angry, she is also quivering, her chest heaving under that tight top of hers, those nipples of hers pressing against the fabric. He watches as some light perspiration forms on her brow and licks his upper lip, thinking on how she might taste, his teeth on her nipple as he pulls and stretches her mammary flesh. How she might scream as he does so. He smiles. Slowly, deliberately, his words begin to come as another part of him begins to plan how to capture this girl before him.

The wooden branch had smacked hard against the woman’s delicious rear, her delectable derriere jiggling, making her howl in pain, pleading in some unknown foreign tongue. Not that they cared, they just liked to smack her ass. When she complained, the men would smack her behind, making her stumble forward, sometimes falling down over something and then the men would really beat her ass, taking turns to really wear at it until she got herself back up. The wackt, wackt of wood against flesh as it tore into skin and ripped flesh, resounded in Romastad’s ears. The Asian woman’s rear had become a mess of purple welts with oozing blood where the branch had torn through flesh. It looked a mess with the dark hues and red scratches with seeping red blood. Not that this did anything to lessen their hard ons. On the contrary. Her pain only made it so their rods were stiff and att attention, preparing them for when they entered her and fucked her raw.
The woman had cried, sobbing. The tears streaking down her face, snot dripping down her mouth and chin. It did nothing to lessen the abuse they inflicted on her. Nor did the wales of agony she gave. They had been close to base then, so it hadn’t matter how much they beat her, and if they thought she was too loud they’d simply pulled on the rope to make her gag and choke.
They’d suspected she was North Korean, not that they cared. To them she was just some hot meat to tap. And that yellow gold skin was truly alluring. Soon they’d be taking their hot sausages and plunging them back and forth in the hot little twat, making her really beg. While being shot at back and forth by shadows in the woods in a god forsaken country was their duty as patriots, they’d felt it a need to take some small pleasures from the outgrowth surrounding the area.
Pick off some of the enemy here and there and then pick up a golden hued honey and turn her into their fuck meat. That would get a chuckle from the men all the time. Sometimes some of the men complained there weren’t any white bitches around to fuck. That had been Lenny, mostly. He always wanted to stick his oversized dick into some white bitch.
No. No white bitches here, Ronstad would say. Only a bunch of slant eyed Korean whores. Walking over the woman, he’d halted the men, making them stop. Taking a branch from the floor with a pointed top, he’d jerked the woman’s rope, lifting her to her feet. She’d scrambled, her feet scraping across the canopy floor, spilling leaves into the air, spit and drool falling from parted lips as the rope bit into her neck. Romstad had slapped her hard across the face and bent her over then, his knee on her back while he jerked the rope so her back was arched, hands scrabbling at her throat. He’d heard her gasp, her eyes bulging, tongue sticking out and pressed his knee further, enjoying the hoots from the men who commented on her swaying tits now fully exposed through their trek. Licking his upper lip, he’d positioned the branch at the base of her anus and smiled. She hadn’t even noticed because she’d still been trying to scramble for breath. Too bad. It was then he’d plunged the branch into her sphincter, shoving it in full force so a good portion went in at once.
She had screamed loudly then, her voice shrill, making the birds in the nearby trees flutter out, cawing and shrieking in a cacophony of sound and plumage. But Romstad had ignored it all, pulling the rope back on the woman’s neck while he twisted the branch in the woman’s rear. “Do you want this, you slant eyed gook?” he’d asked her as he’d twisted the branch, enjoying how her anus hugged the wood tightly, pooling blood around the width of it. “Do you like feeling this up your ass? Cuz you’re going to feel far worse when we get to camp!”
The woman’s only reply had been a piteous moaning, the tears streaming down her cheeks. He’d pushed the branch deeper into her anus, loving her shrieks as she’d jerked on the rope, her breasts swinging wildly. He’d loved watching as the blood oozed around the staff, dropping little droplets onto the leafy floor. After a minute he’d wrenched it out suddenly, jerking the rope back on the woman so she fell next to him as he pulled it away. It had come away with a tearing sound and he remembers having seen what he thought to be a small piece of meat attached to the pointed end. He’d smirked and chewed on that end, tasting how tender her flesh was. He’d really make her scream when he put something else between her ass cheeks. He’d seen her then, crying as he chewed on the end of the stick. “Want some?” he’d said. “Then here!”
Opening her mouth with his thick fingers he’d forced the wood end that had been in her anus into her parted lips and pushed it in against her cheeks. She’d started choking immediately, trying to expel the foul thing as he’d pushed it to the back of her throat. He hadn’t let her push it out, instead yelling “Suck it you Asian whore! We know what those lips are good for! Suck it!” while all the time plugging her nose shut so she’d be forced to breathe through her mouth. It had been lovely seeing her squirm, her breasts swinging before him as she’d fought for air.
She’d cried, her tears flowing, but he’d twisted the branch around, causing her to gag, drool and spit falling from her lips and spilling over the opening of her kimono like clothes. The spit puddled around her breast and sunk into the garments and Romstad had laughed, not pulling the branch out from her mouth until the blood had been cleaned off, pushing it in and out like it were a hardened dick needing cleaning. She’d sucked it well enough, for an amateur. She’d get more practice at camp.
She’d fallen then, against the ground, coughing, some blood spilling out with her gasp. Romstad had simply chuckled, pressing his boot down against her temple and raising the branch over his head, having decided then and there to once more beat the woman’s ass. The wackt of the wood against her rear now accompanied by small splatters of blood from her damaged sphincter delighted him. Her gold hide no longer so pristine now bore his mark and he’d enjoyed every minute as the girl had screamed and beat her palms against his boot and the drying leaves.

The cup comes back down on the table with a clatter and Romstad wakens from his reverie to stare at the reporter girl, the spilled drink funneling into the edges and crevices of the table. Romstad stares with some anger, his hand tapping lightly at his knee. He should slam the bitch down on the table, make her lap the liquid up with her tongue or clean it off with her tits. It would be the proper thing to do with this gook slut. But he doesn’t say or do anything.
Instead he stares at the woman before him, shaking wildly, her breathing coming down roughly in quick thick rasp. He watches as her chest expands and contracts, her eyes partially dilating. Her tits press beautifully against the fabric and he thinks, more then likely she’s not wearing a bra. The whore.
He smiles, taking a soft sip from his own cup and sets it down gently. He’ll make her clean the shit out of his ass later. That’ll make up for her manners here.
“Perhaps,” he says, “you would like to come back later when your nerves have calmed down a bit. You seem shaken.”
She nods, the wicker of a smile crossing her lips. “Ye-yeah. I should...”
She gets up, her legs obviously shaking, knees almost clattering. Her imagination must be very vivid, and she nearly jumps when he places his hand on her shoulder. He loves the look in her eyes, the wide eyed fear. He restrains himself, simply giving her a brief grip on the shoulder instead of turning her around and slamming her on the coffee table, tearing that tube top off her breasts and biting into those lovely mounds of hers. No. He’ll give her real reason to fear him later. But not now... not now.
“Come back at eleven tonight. I have some men I know who will have more of the information you want.”
“E-eleven?” she asks in an almost quavering voice. His lips twist into a grin, his eyes glinting darkly. She’s doubting the safety of this. But will she take the bait?
“Yes,” he says, goading her. “You aren’t afraid of the dark, are you?”
“N-no,” she says, turning and taking his hand in a quick shake. Her hand is sweaty and he holds her firmly, loving that wet feel. Tonight it’ll coat her whole body and he’ll lap it off her, slowly, along with her blood. He can’t wait.
“Don’t worry about that girl,” says Romstad. “Nothing like that will happen to you.” No. He’ll make sure it’s worse.
She chuckles quietly and nods, her breathing slowing and tension visibly draining. Romstad lets her go and watches as she leaves, her hips swaying back and forth. He shuts his eyes and remembers....

Remembers the feel as he’d bent the Asian girl down, spreading her pussy wide and speared her, not waiting to give her any lubrication and quickly pounded away at that Asian gook’s hips, her body slapping wetly against his hairy balls, her insides warm and hot to the touch. “Yeah, fucking gook,” he’d said, as he’d continued his relentless assault on the poor woman, his hips bucking violently against hers. “This is all you’re good for, pounding and fucking!”
She’d simply bawled. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Her anus had seemed to match her eyes, dripping wet, but with warm blood instead of warm tears. He’d smiled and said, “one of you twats wanna’ take her fucking mouth? I’m getting tired of all her whining!”
“Sure thing Sarge!” Lenny had said, gripping the girl by the hair and jerking her head up, not even bothering to give her a warning before stuffing his balls down to the back of her throat, balls deep in her neck. Quickly he’d started pounding away at her throat, not caring how the girl had choked, her cheeks puffing up, a sickly gagging issuing from her mouth, the drool pooling from her lips over her and chin and spilling over the dirt floor. Lenny hadn’t cared. He’d simply choke fucked the bitch as he went. For all his talk of wanting white pussy, Lenny had always been the first to move up after Romstad in fucking the whores. Not that the others were ever far behind, but Lenny was always the first. He’d always be fucking the girls in the throat, making them gag and choke, smiling the whole way. He’d had a preference for their mouths, soft lips on his prick as he’d choke the life out of em with his hips. He’d always had that preference since back when Romstad had first met him.

Romstad leans on his cheek, smiling. The phone rings and he jerks up, spilling his own coffee on his lap, the burn stinging. “Damn it,” he curses, getting up quickly as he places the coffee back on the table and answers the phone.
“Hello?” he says in a less then cordial fashion.
“Hello sir. Do you remember you have an appointment at 7:45 with the director of justice?” It’s Cindy, a blonde haired blue eyed girl he’d managed to take on as secretary.
“Cancel it,” says Romstad.
“What?” says Cindy, confused. “This meeting is...”
“Cancel it,” he says, repeating himself. “Reschedule it for a month from now. I have some emergency business to attend.”
“Yes sir,” she says.
“Oh and Cindy?” he says, before she hangs up.
“Ye-yes?” she says meekly, fearing what he is about to say. “Will you call the boys after rescheduling the meeting and have them meet me here by 10p.m. tonight?”
“Ye-yes sir,” she says swallowing. After a moment’s hesitation she asks, “will I need to attend at ten as well, sir?”
He chuckles, loving her quick intake of breath. He’d been using Cindy as his personal fuck toy for the past couple of months since he’d discovered she’d snuck some funds of his into her account. He’d let her keep the money, in exchange for some personal services. He’d been considering using her more severely, perhaps permanently, when Kari had showed at his door. Lucky bitch. Maybe he’ll let her go.
Smiling, he says, “No Cindy, not this time.” The intake of breath as she relaxes is clearly audible and he smiles, thinking perhaps he should bring her over anyways for some early on entertainment, but he lets it go, thinking he won’t have the proper stamina for Kari if he lets himself go off on Cindy.
“Yes sir,” says Cindy, quickly hanging up the phone before Romstad can change his mind. He chuckles and lays the phone back down on the receiver, heading back to the door he’d left open in his haste to answer the phone. The girl is already gone. Too bad, he’d have liked to check out her fine ass a little bit more before she left. But she’ll be back, and then she’ll never leave. Like that gook they’d been fucking....

All the gook’s holes had been ravaged violently over that night and the next couple of days while they’d had vacation time and she’d lain sprawled on the floor, spread eagle almost, cum sticking to her breasts and stomach, sprayed all over her face, her hair a sticky mess. They’d used the whore for hours and her pussy had showed it, purpled and leaking cum. Her anus too, course that one had been bleeding a bit before the fucking. Just the way they’d liked it. Treat these gook sluts the way they should be and it would show. With a troop several men strong she’d ended quite a dirty mess.
“What now?” Romstad had asked of the men, a smile etched across his face.
“She’s had a shower already, sarge,” Dirk had said. “How about we string her up and set her to dry? Girls appreciate a nice drying over a fire, no?”
Romstad had chuckled and the others had openly laughed. They’d done this once or twice with the girls before this one. They’d quickly grabbed the Asian, tying her arms and legs to separate trees so she was spread eagle and then spread her pussy wide and dripping so all the men could see, using hooks to spread her pussy lips with old fishing lines. Then they’d stuck the wood underneath her after gathering a pile of it. She’d looked worn and tired, staring at them all, her face puffy from the beatings she’d taken, one eye barely able to open, so swollen it had been. She hadn’t understood what was going on back then, only that her torture was going to continue. Her bronze skin had taken on a purple sheen and she was far from pretty anymore. So this was her send off.
They’d started the fire, while she watched. At first the girl hadn’t understood it but as the fire got bigger she’d begun to struggle, begging and crying as the flames licked at her pussy, her body soon drying of the cum and beginning to sweat. They’d purposely made the fire bigger, making her scream and beg, shaking her body back and forth, the fires openly burning at her vagina, singed flesh now able to be smelt, lighting her pussy hairs on fire. The men had laughed, talking of how Korean women tasted under an open fire and when she was done they did take a taste, of that delicious well worn pussy of hers. It had crunched in his mouth and he’d taken to cutting a piece from her lovely rear while others took their share of breasts meat and what else they’d like. They’d left the rest to the crows to peck away at.

He shakes his head and nods. Happier times those. Now he’d just need to wait for the other men and get everything prepped. He turns away, shutting the door and locking it behind him as he prepares for the new girl’s coming at eleven. He strokes his shaft, already feeling a warm sensation that he’ll need to deal with before that bitch comes along.
Nodding, he heads to the phone dialing out the number. She picks up almost instantly. “Cindy, I think I’ll need you to come down after all. There’s something I need you to take care of personally before my meeting tonight.”
He hears the intake of her breath and this makes him even harder. He’ll have Cindy for now, but the real play will be when he strips that bitch of a girl and truly shows her what he did to gooks in Nam’.

******

Alicia stares into the mirror, holding her long brown hair up so she can look at it. She’s tired of having it hanging down around her face. Maybe if she were to put it in a braid? She looks towards the mirror, analyzing her bronze skin, when the door slams open to her room.
Alicia walks out in a rush, seeing Kari storm into the room, throwing her bag on the bed, biting back tears. Alicia walks towards her, kneeling down. Kari’s eyes are distant and she turns away when Alicia tries to look at her. “What’s wrong?” she ask.
Kari is silent for a time and Alicia pats her shoulder and nods. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
“I think...I think the senator is involved with the scandals,” she says.
“What?” asks Alicia, confused. “What scandals?”
Kari turns her eyes slowly towards her friend, her body shivering. “The ones in Vietnam. I think he was involved.”
Alicia is taken aback by this. Can it really be possible? “Are you sure? He’s a senator! Certainly he can’t...”
“I know what he said!” says Kari, standing up suddenly, her fist clenched. She turns away, stomping to the end of the room. “The bastard!” She rubs her eyes. “He described how they tortured a girl in the war. How she had nothing to do with anything and they tortured her!”
Alicia is staring wide eyed, her mouth agape. Slowly she regains her composure and walks over to her friend, rubbing her shoulders lightly.
“Certainly he’s exaggerating. He couldn’t..”
“And he wants me to go back at eleven!” yells Kari. “I’m so... AAAgh!” she growls in frustration.
“So what are you going to do?” says Alicia.
“I don’t know,” says Kari, shaking her head. “The guy gives me the creeps.”
“Then you shouldn’t go.”
“No,” says Kari, looking at her with a firm determination. “I have to.”
“Why?” asks Alicia. “Certainly if he did all these things..”
“I have to. For those girls that were tortured. I need to know the truth.”
“But..”
“It’s something I have to do,” says Kari, cleaning away her tears. “Otherwise what’s the point?”
Alicia leans forward and hugs her friend close. Pulling away, she tilts Kari’s chin up. “Be careful,” she says. “Will you do that?”
“Of course,” says Kari. “You know me.”
“Of course,” says Alicia turning away and walking back towards the bathroom. She watches as her friend turns around and sits on the bed, holding her head between her hands and then biting her knuckles. She’s worried. And that worries Alicia. Shaking her head, she turns back to the bathroom, going back to her initial issue and trying to push away her friend’s worries. Certainly it can’t be too bad. The man is a senator. What can he really do?
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I'm sorry, but grammar, punctuation, and paragraph structure are all wrong. You have potential, but it is hard to read your story! Space the paragraphs, indent them. Write a bit slower, as that must be the problem. I got the feeling you rushed this. Overall though, good job.
I don't see any issues with grammar, maybe just a few more spaces between paras, but really that stuff doesn't matter compared to the story.

A lot of these things are upto the author, it's literary license.
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The picture trembles in Lenny’s hand and Romstad can already see Lenny’s shaft tenting up below his pants, his hand quivering as it rubs the long end. Lenny is looking at the photo Romstad has given him of Kari. Those cameras sure do come in handy, he thinks. Especially when you can print the footage there. The picture Lenny holds in particular is angled to show the woman’s nice ample bosom from above, her top teasing at what surely lies beneath.
Lenny, now a good deal older then he was in the war, thin and wiry with wrinkled skin. He looks at the photo Romstad has handed him, his hand twitching as he taps it on his knee, trying to ignore his dick that’s pushing against his trousers. “You sure she’s not American?” says Lenny, licking his lips.
“You mean white, bro,” says Colbert. “Every bitch we’ve had here is American!”
“Ye-yeah,” says Lenny, not fully understanding or caring about what Colbert says. “You sure she’s not white, boss man? The bitch sure looks white to me,” he says while licking his lips, a wide look to his eyes like a lost boy wanting to believe in santa.
The senator drinks from his whisky and smiles. “Yes, I’m sure. The bitch has those Asian slanted eyes. Might have some white mixed into her for good flavoring, but who cares? We’ve got an Asian bitch for the flailing. College kid without a job, or at least one with any importance. I had Cynthia look it up. So we can use her for the whole month! Then when we’re done, we can sell her or get rid of her.”
“Seriously boss?” says Colbert, the only black man in the group. He is still big, but chunkier then before. He looks back down at his own photo, probably gazing down at Kari’s creamy thighs as his photo is angled up between the girl’s skirt. Nothing much to go on except the shadows of the whore’s shapely legs, but it’s enough. “Fuck man. This is going to be some fucking payoff here.”
There is a puff of smoke as Dirk looks towards him, his eyes filled with a dark malice. “We gonna need to hold back like we did on your secretary bitch? I’m tired of holding back.”
He drops the photo he has on the table and leans forward. “If I do this, I want to make this gook really suffer. Been a long time since I get any real action.”
Dirk has a scar running down his left eye but both eyes are cold and hard and still able to see. Though aged like the rest of them, the darkness inside him doesn’t seem to have dulled one bit. It is still a ruthless and cold thing that wishes to hurt people.
Romstad had already had to make a few calls to make sure Dirk didn’t get into trouble and then provided him with women that were more... expendable. Those whose disappearances wouldn’t be noticed. But Dirk always carries that desire. A desire to lash out at people.
“Only part you’ll have to hold back on is that we keep the bitch long enough to enjoy her. We’ve got a full month to use the bitch every which way and when we get bored, well, there’s always the toys to use to make her less boring.”
The men all laugh at that, knowing full well what that means. Dirk nods, not fully satisfied, but willing to try the game. Good, thinks Romstad grinning. This will... It is then that the doorbell rings.
Electricity crackles and the men look to their left at Specs. He has a stun gun that sparks with electricity at its edges, glowing blue. Lowering the weapon, he says, “we should take her to the old warehouse on 59'. Won’t have to worry about people coming to check on her or us over there.”
“But what about filming it,” says Romstad, already getting up from the couch to answer the door. “Not a concern. I’ve already set up the cameras.”
Romstad smiles. Specs always has an idea, planning ahead for any given situation. It’s too bad big Bob isn’t here to join the festivities, but he’d been shot a few years ago when trying to evade police for some less then innocent affairs. Shame really, he really would’ve let it out on the poor girl.
Speaking of...
He heads to the door, Specs close behind. He opens it quickly, looking over at the girl. She is still dressed in the same slutty tube top and blouse with that skirt riding up her legs. He smiles, a dark grin of teeth. This is just as he wanted her. He says, “We’ve been expecting you.”
The girl moves a strand of hair from her eyes and says. “Yes, I’m sorry for being a bit late, I... wait. We?”
“Yes, we,” says Romstad, motioning her into the room. The young woman glances over at the men assembled. Some faces grim and some with wide rowdy smiles that make her skin shiver. Like they’re undressing her with their eyes already. She chuckles lightly, her breathing already becoming quicker. “Come on in,” says Romstad, putting an arm across her shoulder. “These are simply some of the men from the platoon who want to speak to you about what happened back in ‘nam.”
The door slams shuts behind them both with an audible bang as if cutting off Kari’s final retreat. She gives it one last glance before turning back to the living room.

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Kari flinches at how loudly the door sounds as it bangs closed. The echo filling the room. The black man is the first to get up, taking her hand into his own. “My,” he says, giving her a grand grin, white teeth splitting his face in half. “You’re some fine looking piece of ass,” he says, laying a gentle kiss on her hand.
She pulls it away, rubbing her hand. “Thank you,” she says quietly, not sure if to take his gestures as insult or compliment. Probably a little bit of both, she thinks sourly. And more one then the other.
Romstad’s own hand on her shoulder is rubbing more then she feels comfortable with and she pulls away from it. “Our little lady friend here wants to know more about the war,” says Romstad, putting his hands into his pockets. Kari notes he looks more informal now. An old duster jacket and button up blue shirt without a tie. He was in a robe earlier, but somehow, he seems more informal now...
She feels a hand on her leg rubbing up her thigh and she moves quickly, slapping the hand away. “Hey!” she yells.
“Forgive Lenny,” says the senator. “He gets a bit excited when he sees new women.”
“Yeah,” she says. “Well keep your hands to yourself Lenny!”
The man licks his upper lip, his mouth twisting into a type of grin. “She has nice skin,” he says. It’s like he didn’t hear her at all, his eyes darting over her body as if they were his hands tracing along their edges. Kari shudders and turns towards the men.
“What can you tell me about the war?” she asks, pulling out her pencil and pad from the purse she has slung over her shoulder.
“The war?” says the black man. “Why you want to know about shit like that? It’s all in the past.”
“The war,” says another man with a scar crossing his eye. He takes a long puff from a cigarette and blows slowly, the smoke filling the space above him. “That was about stalking your prey, feeling the eyes in the trees always following you and putting a bullet between those eyes before they could do the same to you.”
“What about the women in the war?” says Kari, flipping her books open. “We’ve heard about many atrocities committed during this time. Do you care to elucidate?”
“Elucidate?!” says Lenny, looking towards her. “Man, these college sluts sure know them big words now adays!”
“Excuse me?” says Kari, her blood beginning to boil. She walks towards the man, leaning down towards him. “Do you think I’m some hooker you can give a 50$ tip to and think that’s it?”
“No,” says the man with the scar, flipping a blade open she hadn’t seen. “You’re just a rich bitch who’s been hanging on to her father’s britches too long. But that dumb fuck isn’t here to help you, is he, gook?”
“What?” she asks, feeling the first traces of true fear running down her spine. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come here after all.
The man with the scar gets up, walking towards her and the other men laugh and she stumbles back, trying to avoid him. She almost trips as she walks backwards, her purse slipping from her arm and spilling on the floor, her cell slipping out with it.
The black man picks it up, looking at it. “Well well, fancy shit you’ve got here,” he says. “Too bad it won’t do you no good.”
He gets up then, along with the scar faced man who still walks towards her and slams his foot down on her phone. The crunch of wires and circuitry splitting is loud in the spacious room.
“Please!” she says. “What’s going on? I’m just trying to do a report.”
The man with the scar is on her suddenly, pushing her roughly against the back wall so she hits hard, knife under her throat, pressing deep against her skin. “You want to know about the women in the war?” he says darkly. “You want to know how we violated those gooks, how we made them beg for our cocks to plug their filmy little holes and how we tortured them to death? That’s what you want to know?!” His eyes are dark and menacing and Kari feels something inside slip. A nerve....
She is shaking now and she looks down at his knife as he runs it slowly over the skin of her neck, tracing the collar bone and then over her left breast, over her tank top, tracing it over the tip of her teet and digging the point in so it just scratches the surface. “ow,” she moans, banging her head against the wall.
“You think that hurt,” says the man darkly, running the blade across her cheek. “That won’t be nothing to what we do to you. Bet your hymen is still plugged up and you’re still a fucking virgin.” He spits in her face, the spit splattering across her eyes and cheek. “Well that isn’t going to last, bitch. We’re going to pop your sweet holes. All of them! And then we’ll make you beg to be killed so you know exactly what those gooks felt like back in ‘nam. Exactly as you wanted to know.” He says this while running the blade across her neck, barely touching the skin.
“Please no...” she moans, her body trembling.
The blade slams into the wall next to her right ear, making her shriek. The man leans his face close, his stubble inches away from hers, his hot breath stinking of tobacco and whisky. “Gonna’ show it to you, beginning to end. Won’t you like that... bitch?”
He accentuates the words by running his tongue down from her neck up over her cheek. Something in her breaks and she screams, roughly pushing back at the man, making him stumble backwards and turning down towards the hall, running towards the door. Not thinking wether it’s locked or not, she runs, just wanting escape.
The thin man with the glare reflecting off his glasses is unexpected as is the sudden jolt of sharp teeth hitting her left breast followed by a sharp crackle of electricity that runs through her body and slams her backwards. She hits the floor, twitching. Her muscles not wanting to respond properly.
“Bitch looks like a skewered tuna,” she hears the black man say as her body goes through spasms. “Look at those tits jiggle!”
Through blurry eyes she sees the senator standing over her. He leans down towards her, a bottle in his hand and a rag in the other. “You wanted to learn what those women went through?” he says, pushing the wet rag towards her face, covering her nose and mouth. “You’ll get what you want. First hand.”
She stares wide eyed, trying to resist but with her body unwilling to answer just yet. She can smell the chloroform, feel it running through her systems. With her body already weakened by the electric shock of the tazer she felt earlier, her body has no resistance. The senator smiles, the rest of the men laughing behind him and her mind falls into a deep cold pit and she can only hope this is a really bad dream and she’s still in bed, asleep.


Romstad pulls away from the girl, her head flopping to the side, a small bit of drool escaping her lips and puddling on the floor. Her body still twitches slightly, after effects from Spec’s little gun. It is beautiful how those breasts tremble, her legs rubbing against one another as if wanting a man’s shaft plunging their depths already.
“Load her up in the van boys,” he says, looking down at the college woman’s creamy thighs and her milky breasts, the hard tits pressing against the thin fabric. “We’re going to have a long night with ms. Kari Chen Saiyuki here. A very long night.”

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The van rolls down the streets quietly except for the words of the rowdy men. Specs checks the mirror, checking in on the men while the senator sits next to him, sighing. In the back, the lights are off but the men all watch the girl stretched out between them through the little lighting given by the passing cars and street lamps. She moans quietly but isn’t coming to just yet. She looks so helpless with her dark hair spread out behind her head, framing her round face with those large breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes. Just inviting to be raped, thinks Romstad.
Colbert laughs, licking his upper lip as he looks at the girl they have. “Damn,” he says, “you sure got a fine looking bitch this time around, captain. Can’t remember the last time you got one who was a D-cup. How long we gonna keep her this time around?”
Romstad corrects the mirror so he can look at the black man who sits grinning at him the white teeth reflecting so eerily against his dark skin. “Till the bitch is black and blue son. Till she’s black and blue and we don’t need or want her anymore.”
The black man turns back to the woman, her head rocking back and forth with the movements of the van, her body jostled with each bump of the road, breasts jiggling nicely.
“Seriously?” says Colbert, looking at the cleavage of her large round breasts. They rise slowly, nipples pressing against the fabric from the cold. “I don’t think I’d get tired of this bitch,” he says, leaning forward and tracing his fingers ever so carefully over the skin of her breasts. He raises his fingers to his lips, tasting an imaginary flavor on his tongue, licking his fingers tentatively.
“You damned cunt,” says Dirk, looking over towards him. “No wonder we lost the war with soft pricks like you.”
“What?” says Colbert, his eyes growing large. “Are you trying to say something?”
Dirk grabs the woman’s right breast in his hand, squeezing it tightly, making her moan in her sleep. “If you’re going to do something,” he says acidly. “Do it right!” His fingers dig into the woman’s skin, nails biting into her flesh. The woman rocks her head, her lips parting, letting out a soft moan.
“You boys better not wake her up yet!” says Romstad irritably, adjusting his mirror. “I don’t want the party started without me. I want to see that gook’s eyes when we start the fun. Besides,” he says, adjusting the mirror to keep an eye on the men. “I don’t want her to have any clue where we’re taking her. The more confused she is, the better!”
“Yeah, so lay off her man,” says Colbert, pushing Dirk back. Dirk’s fingers fall away from the woman and her moans subside, but his anger does not. The blade that flicks out from Dirk’s wrist is suddenly under Colbert’s neck, nestling uncomfortably under the man’s chin making him push back against the wall. “He-hey man. Ease off,” he says, raising his hands with palms up.
“That’s why I said you lost us the war,”says Dirk, pulling the knife back slowly, tracing it against the black man’s neck. “Cuz you bitches don’t know how to do your shit.”
“I can do my shit,” says Colbert, watching as Dirk pulls the knife away and traces the blade slowly over the contours of the woman’s breasts. The knife and its owner make the black man unwell and the woman stirs slightly, the knife blade just tracing a light wound on her soft skin as it digs in partially.
Dirk turns the blade to its flat end and takes the drop of blood on the point, licking the blood off. “Now there is a real taste in that, boy. Real one hundred percent gook blood here.”
“You’re full of it man. She’s half white. Can you taste that?”
The man takes the blade from his lips, twisting it slowly and stares at it. Colbert stares as well, the light shimmering off the blade with the passing lamp lights.
“Doesn’t matter,” says Dirk, twisting the knife about. “She’s one hundred percent whore. And that’s all I care about.”
“Fucking...”
The knife is suddenly under his chin again and Colbert finds himself leaning back. “Hey...” says Colbert. “I...”
“Enough of that, you two,” says Romstad. “You’ll wake the bitch up before it’s time. So quit your yammering and just sit ready. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
The girl moans and both men look at each other, knowing neither is touching her. “She has soft skin,” says Lenny. Both men look down at the wiry man who rubs the woman’s leg up and down, coming particularly close to her crotch. “She’ll be a good fucking.”
The man leans forward, running his tongue over the girl’s leg, a trail of slime and saliva left on her pale skin, gleaming softly in the moonlight. “Yesss...” he says, pulling away. “Good fucking alright.”
The man leans back, clasping his hands together, smiling numbly. Colbert starts laughing, shaking his head. “Hill billy hick,” says Dirk, twisting his knife. But there is a soft smile on his face and he nods approvingly to Colbert, making a shake of his head towards the girl. Colbert nods in reply and leans down, running his hand over the girl’s breast. She moans softly, her lips parting. Colbert continues to kneed her flesh, his hand slipping beneath her top and gripping her nipple, rubbing it between his two fingers and squeezing. The girl moans, her back beginning to arch.
“Enough you two!” yells Romstad, slapping his hand behind the seat. He leans back between the two seats, looking between the two men. “Don’t let me catch you touching the whore again until we’re at the warehouse. All the supplies are there, so don’t ruin it! Last thing we need is some officer pulling us over because the bitch is screaming.”
He gets back into his seat, looking into his rear view mirror. “Now settle down you two. I’ve buried enough men and I’m not afraid of burying two more.”
Dirk leans back against the door and shakes his head. Colbert just chuckles softly while Lenny looks between the two, not fully gazing at anyone. Only the sounds of the vehicle rocking accompanied by the soft moans from the girl as she begins to stir are heard for the rest of the trip. Though she stirs, she does not waken. The lights become less and less as they enter the less populated areas of the city. These are the dredges and ghettos of the city where they initially set up their little operation for bringing in the “merchandise” as they liked to call the women.
The van comes to a halt and Romstad is quick to step out and slide the doors open. “Get the bitch out and ready. We’ll put a use to all your pent up testosterone in the warehouse.”
The men nod, one taking the girl by the arms and the other by her legs. She is stirring more visibly now. The effects of the chloroform and shock seem to be wearing off.
“Poor bitch doesn’t know what she’s going to be in for,” whispers Colbert. “Glad I’m not her.”
“Stop talking and let’s get the bitch inside. Quicker she’s in and locked tight, quicker we can get to fucking her holes,” says Dirk.
“Now you’re talking man! I knew you weren’t all up tight like that.”
Dirk shakes his head, ignoring the man before him. The woman starts to squirm in his grip as the doors roll open and the crunch of stone turns into the tapping of boots on stone. Then she is dropped, an audible oof coming from her lips as her body is dropped suddenly with an unceremonious thud, her body starting to squirm more fully now. She hits her head hard on the floor with a crack but the men simply smile. A little bit of disorientation to the girls never hurt their fun. They go back to finish sealing the doors and wait for Romstad.

At the van Romstad leans over the driver’s side of the window and looks towards Specs. “You sure you don’t want to break this bitch in? The boys will be more then willing to share.”
Specs shakes his head, bringing up his tazer and letting it crackle. “No,” he says quietly. “I prefer to break in my whores in private. I’ll wait until you’re all done for the night.”
“Suit yourself,” says Romstad, tapping the hood of the car twice. “But you’ll be in for a long wait!”
“I know,” says Specs, settling into the cushion of the seat. “But I can wait. I’m patient.”
Romstad shakes his head and starts walking towards the large warehouse. “Alright!” he yells, “let’s get this bitch started on her rounds!”
There are cat calls and whoops heard from the warehouse, mostly from Colbert, but some he recognizes from Lenny too. Specs watches as the gates shut with a rumble and leans his chair back, resting his arms across his stomach and settling in for a long sleep. It will be some time before the men grow tied and give him his turn, after all. Why not get some rest before hand?

*****

Kari moans, feverish nightmares assailing her of the man with the scar running his blade over her body, teasing her breasts and then shoving it into her chest with a crunch, or her stomach, and pulling down. In her nightmares her entrails and viscera spill out as the man looks down at her coldly, his eyes glowing a deep red. Then he’d put the blade to her throat and slide it quickly, the blood flying from her wound. Her eyes would go wide and then the hellish dream would start anew.
Each time starting with that shock to her breast from the small taser with its prong like apendages that sent so many jolts of pain and agony through her system, paralyzing it so she was at the mercy of the dark man who would gut her.
Her eyes squeeze shut, wanting to force her to wake up. Certainly this can’t be real, it can’t have really happened that she’d been put into this situation? Why? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why would she be the one chosen as a victim for a bunch of psychopathic rapist?
Her eyes squeeze tight, hearing loud voices that sound almost like drunken men at a bar. She can almost see their leering gazes in her mind and it makes her shudder. Those eyes... undressing her, stripping her of her clothes, groping at her flesh and prodding it open to attack the most intimate regions of her body...
She feels herself lifted, carried, her body weightless as it slumps between two masses. When her body hits the floor with a crack, she rolls to the side, instinctively holding her head where it begins to throb. Her eyes flutter rapidly and she begins to wake. The pain receptors do their work activating her senses. She moans audibly and gets up slowly, coughing and then feeling some bile push up her throat.
She vomits. The sickly matter coming up her throat and wetting the floor with a wet slapping sound. She coughs a few more times, her eyes trying to adjust to the dark lighting, her hands and legs cold from the cool floor. She wraps her arms around her body, hugging herself for some warmth, as she hears doors rattle closed and bang shut, clicking with a clackt, a red light flaring at the ends. This is the only light she can see from within the large room aside from the little light coming from the moon pushing through the windows several feet above her.
“Hello?” she says, standing on unsteady knees, her voice sounding hollow and echoing in the room.
“Turn on the lights!” she hears the senator’s voice bark. “I can’t see anything in this god damned dark!”
There is a loud chuckling and Kari’s heart stops, a cold sweat running down her body. She recognizes those voices. Senator Romstad and the black man. Where are the others? She whirls around, trying to find them but only sees shadows moving within shadows. The building is dark and she can see barely anything.
There is a brilliant surge of electricity as something sparks loudly and the lights overhead begin to click, banging to life, each one coming on overhead and bathing the near empty room in light.
Kari backs away from the incoming lights, her breathing coming out rapidly as she trips over boxes and chains behind her in her haste to avoid the light. The light is too quick and they are on her before she can think to find a place to hide. She backs herself against the boxes, staring wide eyed at the men who are several feet away from her. They stay there, watching her, cold eyes on her body like the leering men she’d imagined and she shivers at that look in their eyes... She knows right off what that look means and she wants none of it! But.... as she looks from one man to the next, she’s not sure she’ll have a choice.

Romstad looks towards the woman, her back pressed against the far wall, arms spread wide, her breasts heaving inside that tight tube top, hot little nipples pressing against the fabric. Already he wants to rip that top off and sink his teeth into those great large gams and drag his teeth across them. He steadies himself, tapping his pants lightly. Not yet... not yet... First he needs to savor her fear then he can devour her body. Everything in proper order.
He squints at the girl, licking his upper lip and grins. He can not make out the details quite so clearly from this distance but he can swear her eyes are wide and large, her mouth forming a small “O”. He always enjoys the fear in the eyes of these whores, wether gook or white, they’re all the same. Cocky and uptight until the situation turns on them and no one is there to protect them their soft little hides. Then they turn to begging and running, hoping that’ll be enough to quell his thirst. It never is of course and this makes them scream and beg more when he begins the actual festivities. This whore has no idea what she’s in for. Romstad wrings his hands, thinking on it. She’s just the way he likes her. Scared and confused.
“Colbert,” he says, motioning to the large black man. “Go bring the bitch over so we can play with her a bit. No point in leaving her there on her lonesome.”
“Sure thing boss,” says the black man, already licking his lips. He is walking towards her already, a tall imposing giant and the woman is turning away, stumbling and tripping over boxes, her skirt riding up that firm little behind, just inviting them to fuck her over. “No! No! Stay away! Stay away!” she screams, her voice frantic and shrill like.
Romstad laughs. How these bitches change when they’re away from their homes and familiar settings. He’s done this a few times before but this time he intends to enjoy the whore to the fullest. It’s been a god awful long time since he’s had a gook bitch to play with. Just all these pasty white Europeans. About time he gets a nice slant eyed whore to play with. He feels his cock throbbing against his pants. Yes, he wants to poke the bitch with it. But all in good time.
“Oh shit!” he hears Colbert yell.
“What?” says Romstad, raising his head in surprise, a bit of irritation entering his voice. He looks towards Colbert who is lifting his boot, some sickly substance on the floor sticking to it. That shouldn’t be there, he thinks. They cleaned up last time. They...
“Bitch fucking threw up already! God fuck!” he hears Colbert curse.
“Well, get her and make her clean it with her filthy tongue,” says Romstad calmly, imaging the tears running down her eyes as she’d have to lick the filthy slime encrusted floor with her sweet tongue. He imagines grinding his heel into her temple, forcing her cheek against the shit and feels his member twitching, precum leaking out already from the head. “Show her we don’t like our shop getting dirty!”
“Yeah, good idea,” says Colbert in a mumbling voice. “I.. Where is she?”
Romstad looks up towards the end of the room where the girl had been and sees no one. The bitch is gone! No. Not gone. Somewhere in this room. With the items for sexual play as well as some of the more regular storage items like old cars, tools and twisted metal along with the boxes and piping spread around everywhere, the bitch has disappeared somewhere.
“Find her!” says Romstad. “Don’t let her get away!”

Dirk watches from the upper stairwell. Even though the senator had been a Sargent back in the war the man has let himself go. He walks with a limp and almost teetering, like a drunk with too many beers. He’s become incompetent, like the rest of them. A bumbling fool, thinks Dirk, a sneer crossing his lips.
While the Negro and Romstad had chatted the girl had run out from under them. But he’d seen her as she’d done so. Seen as she’d tried to slip by and hide herself, hunkering down behind an old dismantled car. He smiles, chuckling as he slowly hunkers down and silently comes down the walkway.

******

Kari breathes heavily, pressed down against an old dismantled impala. The rust flakes off against her trembling fingers and her breathing sounds too loud for her own safety. She watches the two men. Three as the thin one named “Lenny,” joins in to search for her. But weren’t there four? Where was the fourth?
She cranes her neck as much as she dares, looking over the wreckage, trying to locate any signs of the fourth one. The most dangerous, she thinks. He’d been the one to slam her against the wall and played with her, sliding his knife over her skin. She shudders at the thought. The bas...
Her hair is suddenly wrenched back, a thick knife pressed against her throat. “Move and I slit that little swan neck of yours, gook,” whispers a dark voice. She shakes against the hard frame, her bowels releasing themselves as a stream of piss rolls down her legs.
“Fuck!” the man yells, seeing her piss herself and drops the knife from her neck, letting go of her hair at the same time. She screams and ducks out from behind the impala.
“Grab her,” he hears the senator yell. She charges out, looking towards the big Negro, as she tries to dash around him. His arm swings out before her in a quick move. It’s not a grab he went for and she realizes this too late. First is the impact of the blow as she feels her lips slam against her teeth, the force jarring against her cheek and then her body falling back in slow motion, hitting the floor with a crash, the wind suddenly knocked out of her.
She cries, lifting her hand to her bruised cheek, trembling as the boots come down in front of her, surrounding her, cutting off her escape.
“No need to catch the bitch if you can knock her down,” she hears the surly voice say. Then she is being picked up by the roots of her hair, jerked up from the floor, struggling and screaming, her breasts swinging in her top as she is dragged towards the converging group.
“Not bad Colbert,” says the senator with a grin, “but we weren’t supposed to damage her today.”
“No sweat, boss,” says the black man, still holding her as she struggles, the tears streaming down her eyes. “Just a lil’ bit of bruising. Nothing she won’t get over by tomorrow.”
“Let me go!” she screams as the senator walks up to her, his paunch belly almost in her face. “You’ll be sorry if you keep me here!”
The crackt against her face makes her take herself back. The senator looks at her, holding her cheek and grabs her by the neck, lifting her almost dangling from her feet. “Little stupid mouse,” he says, “don’t ever run off unless we tell you to!” He throws her back against the ground, watching as she sprawls against the floor, her large breasts pointing skyward, attracting him.
With a laugh he watches as her skirt rides up her thighs revealing her ample buttocks, perfect skin smearing with oil. “Ha! Ha! Look at that! The gook is already flashing us!” All the men laugh with gusto, staring at her, leering down at her...
She quickly pulls down her skirt, anger balling up in her fist, body trembling with rage. “Shut up!” she says, standing and lunging at the man. A fist slams into her stomach, knocking her upper body forward.
“Oh!” says the senator laughing and jerking her head up as he grabs her hair. “This one’s got spirit! How about we play a game with her?” His lips twist into a sickly grin, wide teeth seeming yellowed, eyes big saucers with little emotion and even less compassion. The blood vessels stand out clearly against the whites, the balls of the eyes trembling with their movements as they run over her body.
She places her hands on his arm, jerking, trying to get him to let go, the pain on her scalp burning. “Let me go!” she yells.
“Oh we will,” says the senator, almost quietly, almost gently. “But dear, you’re going to have to play a game with us first.”
She ceases her struggles, her body trembling. “Wh-what kind of game?” she asks, meekly, fear entering her senses. Any game these men think of can not be good. The gleam in the senator’s eyes makes her shake worse then before. She is certain the game will not be in her favor...

******

The senator smiles darkly, his yellowed teeth showing clearly to her, tar stains marring the common coloration. He pulls on her hair, jerking it by the roots as he leans towards her and spits in her face, temporarily blinding her. “The game,” he says as she blinks her eyes, trying to clear the spit and grime on her eyes, feeling it run down her cheek. “Is you hear a story.”
“A- a story?” she says in surprise. “What are you talking about, you sick fuck?! What are you playing at?”
His large hand comes down with a loud crack, smacking across her cheek, making her eyes water. Jerking her hair again, he says, “The game is this. You hear this story without flinching, shivering or crying and we let you go. Sound fair bitch?”
She spits in his face and growls, “why should I believe you?”
He laughs, turning to the other men. “She wonders why she should believe us,” he crows, raising his arms to the air and laughing, his paunch belly jiggling with the sounds he makes. The others laugh in turn, even the one with the scar. The senator smiles, looking down at the girl’s grim expression, how it accentuates her chin and cheekbones, that fire in her eyes. He’ll enjoy breaking that. His eyes wander down her body, looking at her full bosom and his smile widens. He’ll enjoy breaking her and more. His hand goes down towards her firm flesh and squeezes.
Kari flinches, feeling the man’s hand squeezing her right breast as his nails dig into the tender skin, drawing crimson lines across it. “See,” he says in a low whisper, “I don’t need to lie to you cuz I know you’re gonna’ fail.”
“Try me,” she growls, a fierce determination in her eyes. She tries to ignore the feeling of the old coot’s nails against her skin, how he touches her so wantonly, massaging her flesh and squeezing it. When she gets out, he’ll pay for touching her. They all will. But for now she’ll need to play his game.
“Well,” he says, a thin smile running down his lips. “The game is easy and not one of us will flinch, but you might. You know why?”
“Probably cuz you think I’m a weak girl,” she hisses with venom in her voice. “Just like any other masochistic ass, you think I can’t take it.”
He pulls her hair harder, making her wince as he pulls her head back at a painful angle. He leans towards her ear and whispers, “No you little gook. It’s cuz everything we did to this tramp I’m gonna tell you about, we’re gonna do ten times worse to you.” His tongue flicks against her ear and she struggles, screaming wildly and snapping her teeth at the air, kicking in wild abandon. A good kick allows herself to free herself.
With this she manages to wrench herself from his grip, turning to run only to be grabbed by the thin lanky one, slamming into his body as she does so. Despite her kicking and screaming he holds her firm, and the punch from the black man into her gut does not help her. “You can rub against me all you like, gook slut,” says the thin man. “I like how your ass feels against my cock.”
The senator jerks her scalp up once more and shakes his head. “You should be a little more compliant then that, whore.” He runs his hand down her cheek and she shivers feeling the hard skin on it, the rough callouses rubbing against her skin.

He smiles. Romstad can feel the girl shiver under his palm. She’s already lost and he hasn’t even started the story. He could call it now and rape her but it’s more fun to watch her suffer and struggle, her eyes bulging and heart beating faster as he describes the details of what’s been done to other girls.
He twist his lips and licks the upper edge of one. “Alright girl, let me tell you a little story...”

******

Romstad runs his fingers over her cheek, making her shudder. He laughs, looking at how she squeezes her eyes, at how a shiver runs down her skin already. Already, she’s lost. But they can prolong it. The psychological torture is just as amusing as the actual thing.
He thinks back on that event. It happened many years ago, he says. Back when the war was near the end...
Or more properly said, when the government decided it couldn’t lose any more soldiers on the front lines of some god forsaken country. On this day he and his men had some shore leave off on one of the islands near their camp and stopped by a restaurant. Their old truck had rumbled to a stop, squealing and shrieking with every shift and grunt of the changing of the gears. Romstad had looked at his men, looking from one to the other and said when looking at an old dilapidated restaurant, “fuck it. Don’t know about you boys, but I’m starved for some good old style cooking.”
“You’re not going to get that here,” Bob had said, his fat lips spilling spittle, squinty eyes narrowing. “Nothing American in these parts.”
“Maybe...” Romstad had acceded, looking upon the old restaurant with whimsical eyes. “But I still need something to fill that empty hole in my gut.” The sound of his stomach gurgling had attested to that statement.
Colbert had clapped him on the shoulder and laughed raucously. “Yeah, you got it sarge. Don’t give a shit if ain’t some old creole stew or not. Need something to fill the gut.”
“Bunch of heathens, all of ya,” had growled Bob, crossing his fat arms with a sour look making his already fat lips pucker out even further. Noone had paid him any mind. The old truck had ground to a halt and the men exited, hooting and calling, clamoring like small children. All of them had been excited and happy to be on leave and not have to worry about some loose bullet zinging past and hitting them in the skull to put them in an early grave.
They exited quickly with big Bob slumping out a few minutes later, grouchy and growling, the truck groaning in its own right as he’d slipped out. They’d all ignored him, their stomachs leading the way. Any food would do them at that time. Especially compared to the gnawing empty mites in their bellies.
“Don’t care what food these gooks give me,” Colbert had said. “As long as they can fill my belly and get the flies to leave.”
“Amen to that,” Lenny had mumbled, giving a quick jerk of his head. They’d entered the restaurant, a type of hut made of wood slats. A fat portly gentleman of Indian decent had greeted them, bowing his head as they’d taken their seats. Respectable he may have been but an English speaker he was not. When Romstad had finally gotten through to the man that they were interested in eating they’d all already been seated and thumping their hands in irritation against the table top. The chair beneath Bob had squealed in protest all the while but held its meat and kept from giving way.
Looking at the menu, the men had slapped them down on the table hard. “Can’t read half the shit on this menu,” Colbert had said. “Fucking Thai food.”
“I can,” Specs had said, adjusting his glasses. “Just needs a bit of practice and sophistication. If you have any.”
“Say what?” Colbert had leapt from the table, knocking his chair down, ready to strike his team mate when Romstad had ordered him to sit down.
“Stop acting like a whiny ass bitch, Colbert. Geez,” he’d said. “No wonder Specs gets you riled so easy.”
“I don’t know about Specs, boss,” Lenny had said, looking away from them. “But that gook can sure rile me some. If you know what I mean?”
“Gook?” the others had said, looking towards the direction Lenny had looked. A smile had crossed Romstad’s face then. A different hunger had been remembered. One that made his member hard, pushing against his trousers in anticipation.
The woman that had walked towards them had been stunning. Wrapped in a blue sarong with yellow flowers crisscrossing it, her pale golden skin had gleamed in the noon day sun. Her black hair had been tied back in a tail, her brown eyes shining happily, a small white flower stuck behind her ear.
Romstad had licked his lips, his member pushing against his pants, twitching with precum already. He’d forgotten his “other” hunger as it had been several weeks since they’d had a gook to mash up and fuck. The killing had taken over. That and surviving. Not everyone had made it. Mitch and Mike were pushing up daisies already and Trent who was in the make shift hospital didn’t sound like he’d make it. But at this time he’d smiled and laughed. His troubles and fears temporarily forgotten. “Well boys, guess lunch came early today!” The men had laughed, knowing full well he didn’t mean the food.

“And what?” Kari says, looking towards him, gritting her teeth. Why are they telling her this? What is their real game here?
“Did you take her and molest her like you did the other girls?”
The senator leans down towards her, gripping her scalp and kisses her roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips to the back of her throat. Kari resist, feeling the bile surge up again in her mouth, but Romstad pushes his mouth forward, his tongue going deep into her. She taste fresh and new, and it coaxes him further. It last only a few seconds but it feels like an eternity to Kari as Romstad plays with her mouth and finally draws away with a bit of spit connecting their lips still, he smiling down at her.
“No bitch,” he says. “Why not be quiet and let me go on with the story?”
He slaps her across the cheek, the crack sounding loudly in the hollows of the room. She bites back her tears, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, drawing blood. Her cheek burns, but there isn’t much she can do in this position. She’ll just have to wait and bide her time.
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Romstad looks towards Lenny, seeing him smiling down at the girl in his grip. “You remember the Thai bitch we took don’t you Lenny?”
“Sure do boss,” he says, running his tongue over the girl’s cheek making her visibly shudder. Romstad smiles. By all rights she’d already lost the game but no point in telling her that. It was more fun to make them shiver with fear before the “real” games got under way after all.

“Yeah boss,” says Lenny, smiling. “I remember the girl...”

As she’d bent over to put the plates and wooden cups of saki on the table for the men to drink she’d leaned back up and said “My name is Mae. I will be your server today.”
“You can serve my throbbing cock with that pretty mouth of yours,” Dirk had said.
“Excuse me?” Mae had said, her eyebrows perking up and some concern showing in her eyes.
“Don’t mind him,” Romstad had said, only now looking at the soft full swell of her rose bud lips. They would do well around his cock. He hadn’t noticed them though, more focused on her luscious orbs with their tan yellow as she’d leaned over, teasing at the hidden dark colored nipples beneath. How he wanted to pull her hair down now and tear her dress open to free those lovely membranes so he could chew them up. But now is not the time or place for that. Now is the time for disguises. The violence will come later.
“He just hasn’t seen a woman of any sorts for awhile,” he’d said, coming out of his own thoughts.
“Yes...” Mae had said, bowing quickly, a slight quiver to her motions. She’d already been spooked and she had no idea what they were really about.
“Specs, will you order for us?” he’d said, throwing the menu down with a slap. The food really didn’t interest him anymore, just those quivering melons wrapped in the loose leaf. “I have no idea what any of this shit says.” The Thai woman had opened her mouth in slight protest of his looks when Specs had answered.
“We’ll all have some of the roast duck, thank you.”
“Uh...” she’d said, beginning to count the men.
“There’s five of us and the sarge,” Specs had said.
“Ah,” she’d said with a nod and smile, hustling out quickly, her rear shaking back and forth as she’d made a quick getaway.
“And get our orders quick, blondie, before I have your tail bent over my ass!” Colbert had said lewdly. She’d been quiet, her mouth agape as she’d looked at them in mid stride but had turned away, walking briskly. “Look it that fine ass go,” Colbert had whispered.
He’d seen Lenny staring, following the girl with his eyes. Placing a hand on the man’s shoulder the man had turned, his eyes large and pleading. “I want her Sarge.”
“Of course you do,” Romstad had said, patting him on the shoulder. He too had been memorized by shapely curve of her buttocks and how the dress just dipped between the curves of the legs inviting them to open it and penetrate the soft flesh beneath. He’d licked his lips, gripping Lenny a bit hard to calm himself down. “But not yet. Not yet.” Already the thoughts of how they were going to get this girl away to somewhere more private had been forming in his head and this had made him smile broadly.

******

Romstad had watched her as she had brought their plates over, the sarong she wore pressed tightly against her firm skin, her curves clearly visible beneath it. He’d bet she wasn’t wearing any bra underneath as the tips of her tits had pressed against the fabric, clearly visible to his eyes.
He’d licked his lips, wanting very much to simply grab her dress now and tear it off her body, pull it down over her legs and spread her wide so he could pummel her pussy there and then. He’d imagined how tight and slick her pussy would have felt, her screaming as he’d ram inside her cunt and had groaned audibly at the thought, trying to keep his member from getting too stiff beneath his pants. The damned thing had already been pushing too hard against his pants.
There’d been a light pat on his shoulder and the Asian girl had looked at him closely. Her deep rich eyes had looked into his with question, eyes narrowing into a squint. He’d bet she couldn’t be past 24. Probably even 20. “Excuse me,” she’d said. “Are you alright sir?”
“Course he ain’t alright you gook,” Colbert had said. “You got your damned titties pressed on that little dress of yours and all he can think of is how to bone you!”
She’d stepped away, her mouth forming an open “O”. Apparently she hadn’t been as dumb as a lot of the other whores they’d taken. That could be bad considering how rowdy the men could get. The boss man in the back, with his portly belly had been staring at them with beady eyes. They’d need to watch it. Any more sudden moves and...
Whack!
Big Bob had slapped the girl on the rear so hard she had let out an ear splitting shriek. “We know you want it you gook slut!” Bob had said. “Just give us some of that tail here.” His fat tongue had slobbered all over his thick lips and he’d had the same unrestrained look Lenny had. But Lenny was dropping his hat down over his eyes, the yell of the fat man in back heard by everyone. And everyone was turning around to stare. At least Lenny had the sense to hide his face.
The fat old man had come storming forward, all layers of round blubber tumbling forward and rolling as his great cheeks had become red and heated. “Out! Out!” he’d yelled, waving his short stubby arms and pointing them at the men. “Out!”
“Hey!” Colbert had yelled, standing his full six feet suddenly. “We haven’t even had our food yet! You can’t...”
“Out!” the fat man continued to wave, screaming and hollering, Colbert’s imposing size ignored off hand.
Romstad had inclined his head. “You heard the man!” Romstad had said. “Out with you you lack lustered man whores!”
Colbert and Bob had slammed their fist into the wooden table, shaking the mood of the old man who’d stepped back a bit, hands in front of him, but they had followed Romstad quietly. The others had followed without a word, though Dirk had glanced in the direction of the waitress and portly man, fingering his blade. When they were out Romstad had turned to the man. “Sorry for that. We...”
“Out!” the fat man had yelled. “Out!” He’d simply continued to wave his arms, flapping them in the air wildly. Romstad had taken his cue then.
“I see then. Good day.” And with this he’d nodded and walked out.
The men had all gathered outside, leaning against the walls. “Why’d you let him treat us like that, Sarge?” Colbert had whined. “We didn’t even get to eat.”
“Cricky,” Big Bob had continued. “If we paid for the damned slop we’d at least shoulda’ gotten the right to eat it!”
“Now listen you sick excuses for slobs, if you hadn’t let your dicks do the talking for you we could of had a good meal there. Now we’ll have to come back later.”
“Later boss,” Lenny had said with a surprised expression. “I-I don’t think they’ll let us back in later boss.”
Dirk had smiled, his hand twisting the blade. “No. He doesn’t mean for the food.”
Romstad had smiled then. “You’re a bright one Dirk. No, it’s not for the food. We’re coming back for some special take out. One you boys will probably like better then the food!”
The other men had laughed or smiled, now finally understanding what he meant. Now it was only a waiting game until the right opportunity presented itself. And for that, night always gave the opportunities the men wanted. He’d looked at the setting sun, his lips set in that dark smile. Only a few hours away at that.
“C’mon boys, there’s a cantina nearby where we can blow off some steam while we wait for our “take out” to get ready.”
They’d all followed then, in higher spirits then before. Dark spirits. Hooting and hollering all the way to their next destination.

*****


“Gaaahhh!” Kari screams as the black man grips her wrist and painfully twist her arm behind her, forcing her breasts to jut out towards the men while the thin wiry one roughly fondles them. He is squeezing the flesh of her breasts, kneading it back and forth, thumbs squeezing her nipples, making her yelp. “Stop this,” she cries. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”
Romstad is indifferent to her pleas. On the contrary, she can see his dick tenting under his pants as the other two grope her, the black man kissing and nipping at the sides of her neck. He sinks his teeth into her side, making her scream. “This is only foreplay bitch. Wait until we get to the real deal.”
“She ain’t gonna’ like that none,” says the skinny one and the black one laughs, a rumbling thing that gets louder behind her ear. She can feel the tears running down her eyes but doesn’t care. She’s afraid, and the men’s hands roughly grope her body, twisting her tender flesh which makes the fear spike in her system.
The crack across her face makes her wince. Blood trickles down her lips and over her chin. Romstad grips her face hard, squeezing her cheeks, puffing them out and spits in her face. She yelps, feeling the sick fluid hit her eyes, making her wince.
“You stupid gook, slut bitch,” he hisses. “What part of slap and punch you, didn’t you understand? So far you’re kind of behind on the game and we’ve barely even started on the story. Did you realize that, you gook bitch?”
She growls, feeling anger welling up inside her, trying to twist out of the mens’ grip on her body, not realizing how that makes her breasts jiggle or how the men all stare down at her shirt where the cleavage opens up invitingly to her large mammaries. She is ignorant of this, instead yelling in her anger, “When the authorities find out...”
Romstad cracks his hand across her face once more, jerking her head sharply to the left. He laughs, a loud bellowing sound that echoes in the room. “The cops? Don’t you realize they’re under my payroll, you stupid slut?”
She is shivering, shaking, feeling the first flickers of sweat dripping down her face. “You’re lying,” she hisses, but inside herself there is a cold clamor of fear running down her spine.
Romstad is an important man of power and she is just a university student. He could bury her in the middle of nowhere and no one would know or care.
She swallows her bile, trying to forge her resolve in the face of this adversity. “You’re wrong,” she says. “I know they can’t all be under your payroll. When they find out I’m missing...”
“No one is going to find out you’re missing,” he says, stepping back and leaning down slowly to sit on some old tires piled on top of one another. “Shall we continue the story?”
She doesn’t want to hear it, but he ignores her and smiles.

He licks his lips, smirking. He loves the fear the bitch is feeling. How the sweat is starting to drip down her face and starting to curl down those firm round breasts. The blood coming down her nose and over her chin adds a little something to it too. All of it just adds to her fear and gives his a good hard on. He’ll really let this slut have it after they wrap the story up. Now to intensify that fear he so enjoys. “Now where we?” he says, watching as Lenny continues to squeeze the girl’s breasts as she beats her feet on the floor, Colbert running his tongue over the girl’s slender neck. He smiles. “Oh yes,” he says with a dark grin. “ We were setting up the trap...”

******

They had waited until the light from the setting sun had set and the truck had rumbled along in the dreary rickety streets. Romstad had shut off the engine, slowing the machine to a crawl as they’d finally reached their destination. With the men he had waited and watched.
The cute little chink they had waited for had still been busy with cleaning up the tables and clearing away dirty dishes and utensils, her back bent over the many tables, scrubbing away with a towel Romstad was sure couldn’t clean off half the gunk covering the dirty wood. But still the little chink kept on, her voice coming low over the windows as she sung a song in word they hadn’t been able to understand. Not that they’d cared, or at least he hadn’t. He’d been more interested in looking at the yellow of her tanned ass and the swell of her breasts, though more difficult to see from where they had stationed themselves. Still, they had been things to look at.
“She has a nice voice,” Specs had said, smiling softly. So someone had been paying attention to music. Go figure.
“She has an even better rack!” Colbert had replied, then followed with a whistle. “Gonna love sucking on those nice titties and beating the shit out of them!” On that Romstad had agreed, nodding his head.
“Maybe I’ll just cut them off and shove em down her throat so you can’t be talking about your shit anymore, Colbert,” Dirk had said, his blade lingering on the dirt between his nails as he’d flicked it out with the pointed tip.
“Why you gotta’ ruin a good buzz, man?” Colbert had said.
“Because the words came out of your mouth,” Dirk had replied in a bored tone. “And that’s enough for me.”
“Why...”
“Quiet,” Romstad had motioned, his hand lifting into a closed fist. “She’s making her move.”
They’d watched as the fat old man had come out and given the girl a quick hug. Then they’d spoken briefly and quickly. The group hadn’t been able to make out the words, but it hadn’t mattered. What mattered was the bitch had been heading away from the restaurant, solo. This would make her all the easier to pick up since she was without any escorts.
They’d turned the engine back on when she had been just some distance off and as she’d turned the corner on a deserted stretch of road, they’d followed, flashing the lights on her pretty behind. She’d turned, looking around, not sure what was going on, hand over her face to block out the glare of the lamps and eyes squinting, blinking at the bright light. While she had been distracted Romstad had motioned with his hand and both side doors had come open, Colbert and Dirk slipping out into the dark silent and quick.
The woman had asked a question as the two men had come upon her but neither man had answered her, instead stretching out their arms towards her. She’d screamed as they’d come atop her. Probably due to Colbert’s smile, or maybe Dirk had flashed a knife. But it had been too late. The men jumped her, Dirk’s hand clamping shut tight on the woman’s mouth and Colbert grabbing both her legs, lifting them into the air. She’d been subdued quickly.
There had been a struggle. Colbert had received a good kick to the chin, making him snap his head back and fall on his rump that had caused Dirk and the others to laugh as the girl had continued to struggle, her sarong ruffling up under Dirk’s tight grip. Colbert had gotten up, steamed as an angry bull and punched the girl in the stomach. Hard. It had looked like he was socking one of his punching bags or one of the viet kong in interrogation. She’d crumpled over instantly. It hadn’t taken much to drag her back to the vehicle then, when she was bent over and gasping in pain.
She’d been shoved inside with minimal space, squashed between Dirk and Lenny, Specs and Big Bob opposite her. “Please...” she’d said in broken English, “I no money! No money!”
Romstad had turned then, swinging his arm over the seat and smiled a toothy grin. “Oh sweetheart,” he’d said darkly, looking over her now messy hair and bewildered eyes as her chest heaved up and down quickly, arms shivering from something other then cold. “We aren’t interested in your money. It’s something else we want from you and we intend to beat it out of you until we’ve had our fill!”
He’d watched as her face had paled, going several shades lighter and her eyes had bulged. She’d screamed then, struggling between the group of men, but they’d had her down quick, Dirk twisting both her arms tightly behind her back until her arms almost looked like they were going to pop at the shoulders and Lenny had gripped her hair, jerking it back sharply, making her let out a sharp yelp.
“You and me honey,” he’d said, “we’s going to have a good time. Going to make kung pao with your pussy.”
Romstad had shaken his head, smiling. Lenny had a way with words. He’d watched in the rear view as Lenny had run his tongue over her neck twice, her soft skin probably warm against his tongue and then run it over her cheek before turning her slowly to face him, lips quivering and forced his mouth over hers. Romstad had been able to see her fighting, protesting the intrusion as Lenny had placed his mouth against hers, her body kicking and squirming, thumping on the metal floor, Lenny’s mouth engulfing her own. She’d already had a trail of drool from Lenny’s sloppy kisses running down the length of her neck. Romstad had chuckled, turning back to the driving. The bitch was sure in for it now.

******

Lenny runs his tongue over this new girl’s neck, loving the tingle of her skin and flesh. “I liked that chink, you know?” he says with a dark look. The girl stares, her eyes wide. She looks like a nice chink herself, though, he lets a hand run down her chest and gives one of her breasts a quick squeeze. She’s a lot better endowed then the other one.
Growling she says, “What did you do to her, you sick fuck?” He can see those wide eyes are wondering more what he intends to do to her.
Lenny slaps her, hard. He loves the sound his hand makes as it echoes against her skin. He grabs her neck, squeezing tight. The girl starts to gasp and he feels her heart beating, thundering against his hand. “You want to know what I did to that chink,” he says. Slowly he runs his tongue over the girl’s cheek, loving how she shivers. He lets his grip ease off her a little, watching as she coughs, spitting over herself. He smiles. “I’ll tell ya’ then.”

Lenny had given the bitch one of his patented kisses, but she’d not reacted the way he’d wanted her to, reciprocating his feelings. She’d struggled against him the whole way, yelling profanities in thai when he’d pulled away from her, tears running down her cheeks. He’d looked at her, part of him sad and angry at once and sighed. “This’ why I don’t get along with dem women folk. They never like men who treat them well.”
The woman had spat at him suddenly and he’d wiped his hand across his face, smiling slightly. They always acted like this and he knew how to answer in turn. His father had taught him that with all the beatings he’d taken as a kid.
He’d cracked her face hard then, hearing her yelp as he’d hit her. She’d turned away from him then, trying to keep her face from him. He’d turned her slowly, looking over the open wound on her lip as the blood trickled down her chin. “I think you can use your mouth for something else better then spittin’.”
“Feel free to use her,” the sarge had said. “She’s your gift, but you gotta’ share.”
“You hear that,” he’d said. “Sarge says you’re my birthday present, bitch.” He’d run his tongue across her cheek, loving the taste of sweat and salt he’d picked up from her. “And I’m gonna use you proper!”
Fiddling with his trousers he’d brought his zipper down and jerked his pants down, pulling his underwear down with them. His hard on had sprung up like a snake, long and vainy with the head bulging and precum already slicking the surface. The woman had stared at it as if it were a real viper, eyes going large and mouth opening in a small “O”.
He’d jerked her hair back sharply and said, “Look who’s happy to see you. Better go meet and greet gook!”
And with that he’d shoved her head down towards his hips. By happenstance she’d tried to scream, that only serving to help him push his member deeply into her supple throat. He’d not bothered to let her adjust to his size, instead pushing her head all the way down, down onto his prickly hairs so they were jabbing at the insides of her nose. He’d kept her there, struggling, trying to breathe, his member deep inside her throat with her gagging and hissing against his prick. Dirk had laughed, grinning at him. “Nice show Len. You gonna’ let her up?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he’d answered sullenly. He’d jerked her head up after a few more seconds, drool and spit coming away in a tail from his throbbing cock still connected to her lips. She’d gasped, her chest heaving as she’d stared at him and started to cry. “Nooo...” she’d begged. “I sorry. I...”
He’d shoved her back down in the middle of her pleading, her open mouth giving him access to it. Again he’d pressed her down to the base of his crotch, then lifted her part way and pushed her back down, repeating the motion every couple of seconds until he had her by the hair with one hand and pressed down with the other so that he was soon face fucking her quickly. She’d made beautiful gagging noises, lubricating his cock nicely.
He’d loved the feel of her soft lips against his hard manhood, each bump and jolt from the car making him accidently shove her all the way down to the base of his cock where she’d struggle against him and then he’d bring her back up only to push her down again. Again and again he’d done this, loving how her spit was coating his penis and testicles, soaking out the heat and making them feel better.
Soon she was moaning and screaming from something else and he’d looked over to see Dirk holding her arms by one hand only, his thick fingers shoving up into her vagina with little concern for her pleas. “Well,” he’d said, smiling with a toothy grin and a dark glint of his eyes. “Not gonna’ let you have all the fun now, am I?”

*******

Dirk traces the blade slowly across the girl’s breast, loving how she is shivering. He pushes the blade a bit deeper, making her yelp. He traces the blade over her firm breasts, watching her large eyes tearing up, her breathing in controlled gasp as she tries not to press her melons too hard against the sharp metal.
“Lenny had that bitch going down on him, I couldn’t be left out with that whore pressing her ass in my face. So I held her arms tight with one hand and yanked her little panties over...”

He’d jerked the gook bitch’s clothe aside, her soft pink mound fully visible to him then. He’d seen the pink slit and licked his lips. Without a second’s notice he’d jammed three thick edged fingers into her tight twat and shoved them to the edge of his knuckles, her body spasming against the intrusion of his hand, squeezing him tighter.
The woman had bucked in reply, howling against Lenny’s cock. The bitch might of bitten Len’s cock, but he hadn’t really given a shit. He’d rather take her back end anyways, maybe with his knife afterwards. But first...
He’d started to pump his fingers in quickly and rhythmically, making the girl fight against him as her body had become moist in an attempt to soften his invasion of her most private regions. The gook bitch had bucked and screamed then as he’d pumped her none too gently, her pussy making a wet slapping noise, the fluids draining down her legs making them glisten against the dull light.
“That’s the way to take her! Wank her off!” Bob had said, his double chin wavering as he’d watched with rapture. Dirk had ignored him, instead focused on thrusting his fingers into her body as Lenny had continued to pump the bitch’s face on his crotch. He’d been able to tell from the look on the man’s face he’d cum soon.

Lenny had been okay with sharing the Asian girl with Dirk. After all, Dirk had helped bring her in. And with Dirk pumping away at her like a wild boar in heat the whore had really worked herself against his crotch. He felt his heat building, his cum starting to leak faster from the edge of his penis.
“Ahn...” he’d started to moan, pushing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he’d felt that burning heat begin to start.
“We’re almost there boys,” the Sarge had said. “Hope you’re enjoying the bitch!”
Lenny had not paid attention, his head thrown back and his groans coming out louder then the woman’s gurgles against his crotch. “Ahn! Ah! Ah!” he’d started screaming, pumping the woman faster, slamming her down on his hips quickly and ferociously.
Soon he’d been arching his spine, the veins on his neck bulging as he’d screamed loudly. He’d pressed the girl against his crotch roughly, holding her there as his member spat load after load of cum into the woman’s throat, she gasping and choking on it, slapping her hands against his thighs in a plea for mercy. He’d held her there for a good minute before pulling her back as she spat it up, the cum dribbling down her open mouth and chin.
He’d ignored her face, letting go of her hair and pushing the garment away from her breasts and shoving his penis in against the soft orb, shooting his last loads over the skin of her breast and grunting as he jerked himself off against her soft tender tit meat.
She’d started crying then, the tears running down her cheeks as the cum dribbled by a long strand down her chin. He’d jerked her head back, pulling his penis out which trailed briefly with a cum stream from her breast, the thin string running down the length, curling over the nipple with a droplet.
“What?” he’d said. “Don’t like a man’s cum against you chest? Here...”
He’d jerked her head down towards his hips, slapping his penis against her cheek. “Clean me off like a good little gook whore.”
She’d been sobbing, her body shaking as he held her there. “That your first one bitch?” says Bob, looking over her. “You never been with any man that small eh? I’ll show you a real man!”
“And after that I’ll give her to you, lard ass,” says Dirk, smiling.
“You wanking sod!” Big Bob had yelled, his fat face turning a crimson red as the blood had gone rushing to his face. The truck had ground to a halt then, jerking everyone to the right as it had pulled to a stop.
“Alright,” Romstad had yelled. “We’re here! Bring the bitch out!”
Lenny had jerked her head back, and spat in her face. “Little whore, soon the Sarge is gonna’ fuck that tight pussy and really make you scream!”
He’d started laughing then, the other men smiling darkly with him.

******

They’d brought her out before him, the girl crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, her chin dribbling with cum. Dirk had her arms pinned behind her, bending her forward and holding her head down but Romstad could see her shiver, and hear the weeping moans that she was letting out piteously. But more then that, he could see her nice tit flesh hanging out from her dress, the firm purple nipple finishing the end with a bit of Lenny’s cum dribbling off the end. He’d smirked at that.
“Bring her here,” he’d said, motioning with his hand.
They’d brought her forward and Romstad had folded his arms behind his back, leaning down towards her and smiled. “Not such a stuck up little gook bitch now, are you?”
The girl had not replied, instead keeping her head lowered, her sobbing the only sound he could hear. He’d cracked her face suddenly, the sound echoing in the still air.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you bitch!” he’d yelled.
The woman had screamed then, her wails loud and filled with pain. She’d struggled then, kicking with her legs, but Dirk had pushed his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her down, a pained whine coming from between her lips. Romstad had looked around and laughed. “You really think someone is going to help you out here gook slut?” he’d said, motioning around him.
The girl had kept her eyes on him but a simple glance had shown that they were in a dilapidated part of town. A thin man had walked by and simply looked, his eyes small and beady before heading off in a different direction never voicing a word of what he’d seen. No one was going to help this girl. No one. That had made his dick tent in his pants more then seeing her tit flopping about in the open. He’d rubbed himself a bit thinking on that.
Stopping, he’d raised her chin, looking at her quivering eyes. “What a fucking mess,” he’d said, and spat in her face, making her flinch. “You’re a fucking mess!” He’d slapped her again, not because he needed to but just so he could get a reaction from her.
And she’d reacted. Screaming and crying loudly, kicking more, her free tit swinging back and forth. He’d shaken his head and laughed, wrenching her scalp up by the hairs. “You’re not worth sticking my prick into you. At least not yet.”
“I could still do her Sarge,” Big Bob had said quietly from behind him.
He’d turned slowly, regarding Bob with hard eyes. “Oh really? Sure you want this dirty shit? Even with Lenny’s cum dribbling down her tits like Niagra Falls?”
“Yeah,” Bob had said, his tongue flicking over fat lips, running over the bottom edge. He’d walked over to the girl, raising her chin. “Yeah... I think I do mate.”
“Heh,” Romstad had said, turning around and walking away. “Then you can have fun with her. Dirk can follow and then Colbert and Specs. I’ll take her after you men have had your fill.”
“Thanks boss,” Big Bob had said, glancing at him with his fat double chin and turned back to the girl, squeezing her face with a thick meaty hand.
“Well I’ll wait my turn. No need to hold the bitch if your fat ass is gonna’ be in there first,” Dirk had said, letting go of the girl’s arms.
“For once I agree with you,” Colbert had said.
“Shut up. I don’t need to hear from you,” Dirk had answered.
“Why...” Colbert had begun when the girl had started screaming. Both men had stopped their bickering to watch big Bob. Romstad had licked his upper lip, grinning ear to ear. Bob had always had a certain way with women.

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Kari is shivering, listening to the story, feeling as the one named “Lenny” paws at her breasts, dipping his hand beneath her top and squeezing her soft flesh, his fingers probing downwards and pinching her nipples.
“Let go you fucking perv!” she yells, only to have Lenny wrench her by the hair and jerk her head towards him. From instinct her mouth parts for a scream when the thin man rams his face against hers, smothering her, his tongue exploring her insides. He is thorough and she feels his thick meat inside her mouth, her bile rising with the feel of his flesh. At once his free hand still explores her breast, squishing and fondling it, nails biting into her nipple. Unable to take it any longer, she bites down on his tongue, hard.
“Aaauuughhh!” the man screams, but she holds on, feeling the blood tinting her teeth, the taste of iron mixing in her saliva. Then she lets go, spitting to her side and ridding herself of the dirty blood she’s just ingested.
The thin man moans piteously, his tongue hanging out, blood seeping from a gash onto his dirty shirt.
“Touch me again, you prick, and I’ll bite it off!” she hisses.
“Woo-ee!” the black man yells from behind her. “Bitch really did a number on him. His tongue is real red!”
“Yeah,” says the one with the scar, running a blade beneath his fingernails. “She sure did.” He sounds fully unconcerned and this scares her more then anything. She stares at him, feeling herself shivering. He glares at her for a moment, spitting to the side before returning to cleaning his nails.
“Oh now,” says Romstad, smiling. “Don’t go wetting yourself already, my lady. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts!”
“Fuck you,” says Kari, hissing. “Fuck all of you!”
The senator’s fist rocks into her stomach with a savage blow, hurling the wind from her lungs as his fist sinks into her soft flesh. His hard hands suddenly jerk her head up, a trail of saliva dripping from her parted lips. He leans forward, his tongue running up the length of her cheek, making Kari wince.
“Yes, little gook. I’m sure we all will. “Fuck” that is!” And they all laugh at his poor joke as he pulls away from her. She shivers, her body barely able to keep the fear inside and keep herself from pissing beneath her skirt. Romstad sits back on an empty crate, looking at her. “Now...” he says. “We haven’t finished the story yet.”
“Well Big Bob, you see...” he says, falling back into his story mode. “He was a big man. Double chinned, beady eyes, not much hair on his head, but a mean temper when he’d get mad, or... horny....”

Big Bob had thrown the chink on the floor, mud and dirt covering her clothing. “Ah,” he’d said, looking down at her. “Look what you made me do. Now your dress is all messed up.”
The girl had tried to crawl away, big doe eyes staring up at the man, breast dangling out as she’d scampered backwards awkwardly. Bob had grabbed her by the right ankle, the girl’s scream loud and clear in the empty streets as her nails dug into the dirt, clawing at the earth. He’d dragged her across it, turning left and dragging her further before dragging her back towards the van, letting her pick up a good deal of mud, her tit covering itself in brown slop.
Romstad had laughed at this. Bob had loved to extend the torment of his victims by doing things like this. He’d do this to prisoners too, in different ways.
But here everyone got to watch, watch as the girl’s dress lifted over her shapely thighs and came up over her back revealing her nice and round ass. Colbert had let out some hoots of appreciation with Lenny and Spec’s own comments added in for good measure. Dirk had simply watched. Cold and methodical with dark eyes, as always.
Bob had gone over, stepping on the girl’s back, putting a whole ton of pressure on it as he walked across her, grinding his boot between her shoulder blades as she screamed into the floor, sucking in dirt into her mouth and nostrils as her hands scrabbled at the dirt feebly as her spine seemed to crack.
“Better keep him from overdoing it, Sargent,” Dirk had said quietly, looking up from his cleaning. “I haven’t had my turn yet.”
Romstad had nodded and walked up to Bob who had been whispering obscenities at the girl. “Bob,” he’d said, tapping the man on the shoulder. “Get off. We can’t punish her like that until everyone has had a go.”
“Sure thing boss,” Bob had said, his eyes like round pools of light. A fake feeling to give someone feelings of remorse for the fat bastard. Something Bob had very little of. Grabbing the girl’s hair, Bob had pulled her up sharply. “You hear that you little bitch? You got yourself a temporary reprieve.”
His fat tongue had gone over her cheek, running up it and leaving a wet trail of slime. “Not that it’s gonna’ do you much good.”
The girl had wept, beginning to sob when he’d slammed her against the hood of the van with a loud thump, mud from her body splattering against the metal.
Grabbing both her breasts with his large meaty paws, he’d begun to massage her meat sacs roughly, making her wail and kick at the ground as his fingers had dug into her. “You got some nice udders here, good enough to...” He’d leaned down for the last part, pressing his weight against her. “...Eat!”
He’d let go of her breasts and Grabbed at the dress instead. He’d yanked it down, tearing the fabric away in long strips and ripped it away from her chest, revealing her ample bosom. Medium sized by American standards Romstad had thought, but large by the Asian standards given to women. They were supple with a bright orange tone like her skin. Black nubs finished the ends with hard points from the fear the bitch felt. Bob had once again grabbed both, squeezing tightly, making the whore moan as he’d kneaded the flesh like dough.
“You like that you little gook?” Bob had said, crushing the flesh between meaty hands. “Well time I got a taste of the orient I think.”
Squeezing one breast tightly between two fingers he’d pushed her breast out, the point of her nipple like an inviting fruit. Opening his mouth wide, looking like he could swallow her whole, Bob had covered the whole of her breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily on her sack like a half starved babe. She’d screamed loudly then, trying to beat at his head with her small knuckles. Little good that it had done. He’d simply continued to savage her breast, wearing at it with his teeth, shaking his head to make her cry.
“Man,” Colbert had said, shaking his head. “Dude looks like he wants to suck her dry.”
“Maybe he does,” Romstad had answered quietly.
“What?” Colbert had said, but Romstad had shushed him, intent on watching the entertainment.
Bob had been heedless of his spectators, going from one breast to the other, sucking hungrily and noisily, shaking his head back and forth as he mauled both. His sucking sounds almost surpassed those of the woman’s screams. Her breasts soon looked wet and shiny with his saliva dripping from them, little marks left from his teeth on each. She’d screamed loudly when he’d come to his finish his play, gripping her left breast with his teeth and dragged them over her tit flesh and over her soft nub of a nipple, clamping down hard on it and pulling. They had seen her breast meat pulled as it stretched and the woman screamed, wailing as Bob pushed her back with his hands to increase the agony she felt.
Then he’d let go and with a snap her breast had gone back into place with the girl buckling over, sobbing, holding her pained globule of flesh in shaking hands.
Bob had slapped her across the face, sending her skidding across the floor, covering more of her body in mud. Jerking her up by the scalp, he’d slapped her again. “What?! You think we’re done you little whore?! We’re just started!”
“No...” Dirk had said quietly. “He’s about half way.”
“Quiet,” Romstad had motioned to Colbert when the man had been about to reply. “We’re about to get to the good part.”
And certainly they were as Bob had jerked the girl’s panties down around her legs, shoving three fat fingers into her small little pussy. She’d yelped, her breasts pressed firmly against the hood, arms spread to either side of it as Bob held her by the hairs, his hand jabbing into her pussy with sharp little thrust, making her slap against the hood and yell with each push of his fattened fingers. “This’s what it’s gonna’ feel like for you chink,” he’d whispered into her ear. “My fat sausage in that tight little twat of yours!”
He’d pushed again, making her scream, the veins at her neck bulging. Smiling, he’d pulled away from her, his fingers dripping wet. Undoing his fly, he’d let his “sausage” come out. It hadn’t been so much long as it had been thick. Measuring a good width it had grown thicker with a bit of precum lining the head as Bob had become more lustful with his rough foreplay.
Slamming the girl’s head onto the hood of the van, he’d whispered, “Get ready for it bitch.”
Lining his phallus with her vaginal folds he’d thrust hard into her tight swollen hole, the girl’s body arching as she’d felt his girth push into her tender folds. With a sharp thrust, he’d grabbed her hips and slammed the full girth of his body into her. She’d screamed then, her voice echoing in the lonely night for her body had still been very dry, fear being more what had lubed her then anything else. Bob had looked back at them, a twisted grin on his lips and winked. Without further notice he’d begun to pummel the girl’s body.
No warm ups or slow thrust. Bob simply went at it quick and hard. The girl’s body hit the hood with increasing force, slapping against it again and again, her wails sounding loudly as Bob thrust in and out of her body in quick succession. His great girth had slapped against her with increasing tempo, the sounds of her body against his very loud and audible to the men watching. But the men knew he would not last long, their own bodies tenting with feelings of their own lust and desire watching their meaty friend skewer the girl before them.
“Won’t be long now,” Romstad had whispered. He hadn’t been wrong. With a thin sheen of sweat shimmering over Bob’s body, his fat girth rumbling as his hairy hips slapped mercilessly into the girl, the men had heard him grunting. Each grunt sounding louder and gruffer then the last until he’d thrust savagely into her twitching hips almost twisting her neck back as he’d done so, letting out a loud roar as his body shot its thick spunk into her womb. Shivering, he’d slammed into her a few final times before giving her one final slap against the rump, that nice flesh quivering beautifully before letting her drop to the floor, spent and exhausted.
He’d stared, his spunk dripping from his slowly deflating penis as the girl spasmed on the floor, cum pooling thickly from between her loins.
“Well,” Romstad had said. “I guess it’s your turn Dirk.”
“Give the Negro his turn,” Dirk had said. “I can wait a bit more.”
“I’ll let that go man, only cuz I’m getting your turn instead.”
“Don’t waste it then,” Dirk had said.
Romstad had smiled. When it came to women his men had known how to properly share...

****


The black man jerks her skirt up and pushes her panties aside, his fingers digging roughly into her sensitive organ. Kari clenches her legs, trying to keep him out, feeling his thick fingers probing at the inside walls of her tender vagina, roughly pushing in and out like their own personal penis. She is swaying to and fro, trying to remove the hand that has shoved down into her skirt, her body probed by this ungainly man.
“Fuck!” she yells in exasperation, feeling his three fingers jabbing roughly into her body.
“Sorry girl,” says the black man leering, grabbing her left breast with his free hand, kneading the flesh, squishing it in his sweaty palms. “But you ain’t getting away from this country boy.”
“No!” she says, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. “Stop!” she yells.
“No sir,” says the black man, shaking his head, looking at her with a calm expression that makes his violation all the more personal for her. “I ain’t stoppin’ till I tell you my part of the story.” And he shoves his fingers more deeply into her body with a jerk, making her cry out. She squeezes her legs on instinct and the man groans in ecstacy. “Yeah bitch. Just like that!”
She sobs, the violations feeling like they’ll never end.

Colbert licks his lips, enjoying how the girl is squirming in his grip, trying to dislodge his fingers. How tight that makes her, her legs squeezing on his three digits and getting wet already.
He smiles. All these bitches, they’re really sluts wanting to be fucked. Just like that Thai bitch they got.
“Well,” he says, looking back on that day. “I wasn’t much for sloppy seconds... but...”
Colbert had walked up to the girl who had lain panting on the floor, her dress torn and split open so he could see her nice full melons in clear view. Plane as day. He’d smiled, running his tongue over his lower lip, sucking it lightly.
The girl had looked nice, but her hips had still been dripping from Bob having reamed her just a minute ago. Colbert had leaned down, dipping his fingers into her wet snatch. She’d flinched as he’d put in three fingers, but only made a slight, soft moan to the intrusion. Barely a real reaction to his placement. Pity.
When he’d pulled out his fingers they had been wet with sticky man cum which he’d rubbed between his fingers. “You sure filled her up with your gook man,” he’d called out to Bob.
“You betcha,’” Bob had yelled back. “I know how to treat these bitches!”
“Sure does,” he’d said, slowly running a hand down the woman’s thigh. She’d winced, shuddering softly under his touch.
“How about we take you in a place where you’re still clean?” he’d said, grabbing her and pulling her around, turning her flat on her stomach. She’d barely put a fight up, that is, until he’d lifted her dress and pressed a finger against her anus.
She’d shrieked then, and when he pushed it in, pressing it deeper against her tight bud, she’d started screaming and bucking.
Colbert had been quick to react, removing his digit and sliding a blade quick from his side pocket before the girl had moved too far, pressing it beneath her throat. “You see this?” he’d said, his free hand curled in the girl’s silky black hair. “This is what’s gonna’ happen to you if you don’t behave whore!”
He’d shaken her head a bit, pressing the knife’s edge against her skin, drawing a light trickle of blood. She’d sobbed all the same from the paper cut, but it had gotten what he’d desired, the bitch keeping still.
“Now behave while I get you ready back here!” It was really more for him, but he liked to pretend it was a way to be nice to the whores he fucked. Oh who the hell was he kidding, he just liked widening the hole so it wouldn’t hurt his dick so much when it went in. He was all about hurting the whores but why should he suffer too?
He’d pushed two fingers into her hole, the girl shrieking as he did so, but unmoving. “That’s a good bitch,” he’d said, pushing the fingers in deep. “Now keep still while I get you ready.”
And he’d started to press his fingers in and out, getting a light steady motion against her anus as he got into a soft rhythm. The girl had sobbed all the way, her anus starting to bleed already from his intrusion.
“Bitch is a virgin back here!” he’d said to the other men.
“Then pop her fucking cherry nigger,” Dirk had said, still cleaning his nails with the knife.
“Fuck you!” Colbert had said, but left it at that. If Dirk hadn’t let him go ahead Dirk might be the one popping the girl’s cherry, and not with something as soft as a penis. But Dirk had his own methods of fun and he had his.
Unzipping his pants he’d positioned himself between her legs, slowly pushing himself in, the girl letting out a high pitched scream as he’d gone in further and further, penetrating her body deeply. Inch by inch he’d pushed himself while the girl, having forgotten the knife, had scrabbled at the floor, clawing at it, dirt coming away with her nails as she lay helplessly beneath the gargantuan black man. He took his time, savoring each inch that sunk into her sphincter, enjoying the sensation as her anus squeezed his penis tight and allowed more and more of his girth into her shaking ass.
Finally he had gotten in to the hilt and the girl was screaming, pounding at the floor and scrabbling each way but moving not at all with his full weight on top of her as he was. He simply lay there for a minute, enjoying the tightness of her body as he lay on her, her body spasming around his cock, trying to push it out or lubricate itself.
Slowly he’d pulled it out halfway and then come down with bucking force, slamming it in, and without preamble, started bucking against her ass. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” the girl had yelled as he’d gone in and out of her repeatedly, slamming his penis in and out with piston force, her hips slapping against his ball sack as he’d continued to pound away at her hips, mercilessly fucking her.
He’d jerked her head up by the scalp, pulling her head towards him and kissed her roughly, his tongue probing her inner mouth, enjoying the sweet nectar of her while he continued to piston at her hips. She daren’t bite him for fear of what he’d do to her and so he enjoyed the violation of her mouth, enjoyed how she resisted and moaned piteously against him. This was how white whores needed to be treated. Moaning pathetically under a black man’s hard cock.
He’d let go of her hair, running his hands over her shapely mounds, pulling away in disgust when he felt how wet they were, not from her sweat but from Bob’s saliva. “Bob! You need a bib for how much you drool, you damned fool!”
“Shut up, you wanker! It’s none of your business,” he’d yelled back and Colbert had shrugged, instead grabbing both the woman’s arms, holding them back and pumping her roughly, rutting against her as a bull. Slowing down so he could work his member out and then ram it with brutal force, making her cry out with each thrust.
Soon he let go of her arms again, laying down flat against her, running his hands over her shapely tits while kissing her neck, his hips slamming in and out of her as her sphincter had held an ever tight grip on his member. It was good and soon he was arching his back, letting out a yell of ecstacy as he thrust with several hard pushes against the girl’s backside. The girl had screamed, tears streaming down her eyes as he ground against her until finally his sperm was spilling into her bowels, filling her with his fluids. It was over in seconds and he had laid back down on her, breathing heavily from the exertion. “Not too bad for a white bitch,” he’d whispered, lightly slapping her cheek.
He’d laughed then, pulling away and pulling up his pants. “Alright,” he’d said. “Who’s next?”

He jerks his hand out of the girl’s pussy, loving how tight her own womanhood is. She yelps at the sharp and sudden with drawl, her hand instantly going down to her cunt, rubbing it softly. He looks at his wet fingers, smiling. “Yeah, that bitch was a good fuck.”
He pushes the wet fingers into his mouth, enjoying the salty flavor of her pucker. Pulling his fingers out with a pop he shakes his head and smiles. “But I imagine you’re going to be just the same kinda’ fuck as that bitch! Can’t wait!”
And he wipes his sticky hand across her chest, making her shake her body and scream profanities at him. “You fucking black bastard!” she screams. “When my father hears of this he’s going to throw you in a cell where you belong!” He simply grins at her. Yes, the girl is going to be fun to break.

********

Kari shudders, trying to pull back away from the man before her, who looks at her with a dark grin. She feels the gangly man’s tongue run up her cheek but barely reacts to it even as the slimy feel leaves her face sticky and wet.
“I think she likes me sarge,” says the thin man, groping her left breast hard, digging his calloused fingers into her tender flesh and making her wince. But she barely grits her teeth, her eyes riveted on the blade traversing her skin, running its sharpened edge over the tender skin of her cleavage.
“It’s not that she like you, idiot,” says the man with a scar running down his face, the cigar dripping ash from its end. “It’s that her attention is riveted on me. Just like that other cunt.”
“Isn’t that right,” he says, flicking the blade, making Kari yelp as the end makes a thin line across her breast. A nick of a wound but a sharp and sudden pain none the less. He digs the end into the underside of her chin. “Cunt?” he says.
She doesn’t say a word, instead concentrating on the blade while the thin bastard behind her continues to fondle her. “You’re just too fucking scared already, like the other bitch.”
She is breathing heavily and swallows a great lump of spit. The man leans back, his lips twisting into a thin grin. “Want me to tell you what I did to the other bitch?”
She just continues to stare, maintaining her eyes on him, never losing contact. “Well...” he says, tracing the blade edge across her cheek. “I’ll tell ya.”

He’d seen the girl there, leaking a white fluid from her aching holes. She thought they hurt now. But she hadn’t seen anything yet. Not compared to him or Specs.
“Hey Sarge,” he’d said. “You sure you don’t want to take the bitch before me and Specs? We aren’t too... gentlemanly here. You get what I’m saying?”

“That’s right,” says the senator, standing up and gazing over Kari as the scar face traced his blade over her skin, tickling it with his blade. “I’d looked over that girl and knew, with how ancy those two boys were itching, she wasn’t going to be much of a woman by the time I got my turn.”
“I’d looked at her, laying on the ground, leaking man cum from both her aching holes and thought, “Well shit, these boys aren’t going to leave her in one piece long. Might as well.”

He’d seen the look in Dirk’s eyes then, and knew the man wouldn’t be holding back much once he got his turn on the girl. Shaking his head, he’d walked up to her, and looked down at her form, breathing hard and shaking. He’d given her a good kick in the stomach to get some life back into her. She’d reacted by curling up and coughing violently. At least that was life.
He’d grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up, growling into her ear, “I’m going to have my way with you now bitch, before these two really make you regret being alive.”
He’d pushed her head aside and she’d started to whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. Of course the gook hadn’t known what his words meant, but from the tone of his voice, well... she probably got the general gist of it regardless.
He’d unbuckled his pants quickly enough, simply pulling the zipper down and bringing his pants down to just revealing his crack. He’d pulled his thick penis out, the muscle hanging limply outside his pants, large and grotesque looking, or so he’d been told. It had purpled and had veins and some older skin, but he still didn’t think it was too shabby. Sizeable at least.
Grabbing the woman, he’d jerked her hair and pulled her over to the side of the truck. Slamming her head against the side, he’d whispered, “Now you listen good, bitch. You give me a good blow job and I’ll spare you any pain myself. You don’t... and well... your pussy is going to hurt a whole lot worse then it already does.”
Most of the Asian whores who the men and he had been doing hadn’t really understood the meaning of what he’d said when he’d given them this option, and this girl was no different. A crying shame, for her.
As she’d turned away from him he’d slapped her across the cheek, hard, making her cry out. “That’s for ignoring me you cunt!” Again and again, he’d slapped her. Her split her lip and her cheeks got red and puffy.
Jerking her hair hard by the scalp, he’d pushed her roughly against the metal frame of the truck and plugged her nose with his free hands. Her feet had kicked wildly, but her little fist were little match for his strength. Taking advantage of her lack he’d shoved his member into her mouth, her struggles giving him a rise and making him hard.
She’d instantly started gagging on it, trying to expunge it, but Romstad hadn’t cared, enjoying her throat constricting around his manhood and had pushed it deeper and deeper. More forcibly he’d pushed into her until he could feel his cock in the back of her throat starting to slide back.
She had been coughing, trying to push him away, but with his fingers plugging up her nose she’d been hard put to keep her mouth open and not bite while he pushed himself in her. She had beat furiously at his legs, her body having a hard time breathing around his engorged staff with his fingers plugging up her other holes. He’d smiled, enjoying the feel, and let her go.
She’d started coughing, spitting against his member, a retching sound clearly heard, but he hadn’t cared. Soon he started to piston fuck her mouth. In and out he’d go, pulling half his member out and then pushing it back in. Then he started face fucking her in earnest, really pistoning her mouth as he went about slamming into her soft lips.
It really turned him on to do this to the little gooks he ran across. To make them suffer like this while they inadvertently pleasured him. Just like the thai bitch.
Smiling, he’d kicked her legs apart with one boot, digging the edge of his boot into her tender vaginal folds, making her have to divide her attention between his cock and his foot. He’d continued slamming into her, making her throat throb in agony. He had seen her eyes starting to roll into her head as she was about to pass out. “Stupid bitch,” he’d hissed, “who gave you permission to pass out? Wake up!”
He’d pulled his boot back and with a hard thud that made the other men wince, kicked her in the vagina, making her shriek around his cock. He’d given her another kick for good measure, making her whine and sob. “That’s better,” he’d said.
It was good he needn’t be holding her like this too much longer as he’d felt himself about ready to cum. The heat rising he’d groaned and slammed his cock into the back of her throat, pushing her nose up against the hairs of his cock. She’d struggled there, but not as thoroughly as she had before. Her strength had almost given out thanks to him nearly asphyxiating her. He hadn’t cared though. A few quick thrust and his back arched, a groan ripping from his throat as he filled her tight neck with cum, filling it to almost overflowing, the cum dribbling down the sides of her lips.
Pulling away he’d thrown her head against the side, slamming it into the dirt floor and pulled his pants up. Looking down on her, he spat on her prone body and brought his foot down on her shoulder, hearing as something cracked and the girl screamed, sobbing loudly.
“Not bad,” he’d said, tying the belt of his pants tight. “Alright Dirk. You’re up. Don’t blame me if she’s broken.”

******

He twist the blade tip into the girl’s nipple beneath her tight shirt. She groans, crying some. Not a real Asian, this brunette, but close enough she’d be fun, thinks Dirk. His lips twist into a smile. No, she’ll be fun anyways, just cuz she has a fucking cunt between her legs and he can’t wait to make it bleed with his knife. Maybe by shoving it in blade first...
“Yeah...” he says, looking at the girl with tears streaming down her eyes. “The bitch was broken alright. She lay there on the dirt, looking up at me, whimpering, wanting some piece of pity. But I don’t do much in the way of pity.” He runs the blade over the tip of the woman’s lips, loving how she quivers at the feel of it.
“No. I don’t do pity at all.”

He’d looked at the girl there, sprawled on the floor and brought down his heel on her shoulder, making her really scream. Something had definitely been broken there, by how her shoulder was jutting back strangely. Gripping her hair, he’d jerked her head up, making her stand on her shaky legs. She had been sobbing, screaming really, but that had only made his old pecker get harder.
He didn’t speak words, he’d simply stared at her as she struggled in his grip. Then he’d slapped her, repeatedly. But unlike the sarge who had held back, he let out full on with the girl. Each crack went across her face with a jarring snap that echoed loudly followed by a scream from the woman. Blood sprayed across his hand, her lips puffing and cheeks purpling.
Her mouth had soon started to bleed, her face missing a tooth already from one of his slaps, others chipped. It was good enough for him. With each slap, his pecker had grown harder and he’d only been able to think of ramming it down the cunt’s throat and spilling his cum juice into her swan like neck.
He’d seen her trying to swallow the bile and blood, her face a broken mess. Smiling, he’d flips out a blade from his pocket, showing it to the girl.
And there was Specs, silent and observant, watching him from a few feet away. “What?” he’d said. “You want a turn before me?”
Specs had pushed up his glasses and shaken his head, a thin smile crossing his lips.
“No,” he’d said. “You know I don’t work like that.”
“You just want to watch and get your pecker all hard from another man’s work.”
His smile had broadened then.

Dirk squeezes his hand on the girl’s throat, looking at her brown eyes and how she struggles for breath, her arms held back by Lenny. He traces his blade across her cheek, watching her eyes beginning to roll into her head.
“Yeah,” he says. “Specs is a sick fuck like that. Bitch had it coming, being an uppity one. But Specs, well it wouldn’t matter how sweet she was.... Specs is a monster.”
The guy had set down a metal box, opening it, pulling out some tools. Just little regular things. But... the guy is a sick bastard.
“Just hold out her hand,” Specs had said, his own hand outstretched towards him. Dirk had looked at the man like he was fucking insane. How dare he intrude on another man’s fun? He’d given Specs a look that would have sent any other man running, but Specs had stood there, firm, hard and smiling darkly.
Only certain things would leave a man in this state, with a sick grin on their face as they stare down a killer with a woman. Only a few things, and Specs had one of them. The man had gone cold and was deep seated and empty.
Dirk smiled then. Fuck it. This could be a two way for all he cared now. He gripped the girl’s hand and pushed it out towards Specs who simply pushed up his glasses, looking at the girl and taken her index finger into his hands and gripped the edge of her fingernail with a pair of pliers he’d pulled out.
The girl had shaken her head, screaming and begging. Not that much could be understood anymore from her anymore. Specs had simply looked at her, smiling so civilly and then begun to pull, twisting the nails so that it would hurt more. The girl had shrieked, screamed like a banshee in his ear. It had made him wince slightly, anger gripping him as he’d turned and slapped her.
With that crack the nail had come away though. For next he saw was Specs holding the bloody digit in the pliers, staring at it fondly. Taking the nail, he’d stroked it gently and smiled. “First one. Next?”
And so it had gone, one nail at a time until they had her upside down, her feet bleeding, the nail twisting and crunching on her toe as he’d begun to pull it out. The girl had screamed loudly, the bigger nails hurting more because they were deeper in and had more meat holding them. And she’d already gone through nineteen nails by that time.
Her hands scrabbled weakly at the dirt, small trails of blood left in the dark earth, her one free foot kicking frantically at the truck door, leaving blood. Some passersby had looked on, wondering what was going on and if they should stop it, but then glancing at them, at Specs and what he was doing and then at the Sarge and his men, standing at the side, tapping the butts of their guns... well, no one decided to do more then glance at the girl before walking hurriedly on. Not that she was worth it anyways.
Finally the nail came away and Specs, like with each nail, had looked at it lovingly. The red had gleamed in the low lamp light and the woman had wailed piteously, almost wanting to make him stop. But one look at Specs and all feelings of remorse dropped out the window. “You’re a sick fuck. You know that?” he’d said.
The man had simply smiled. “Should we get started with her teeth.”
He’d shaken his head, which made Spec’s smile drop some. “I don’t have time to wait for you to take out 36 teeth. I let you have your fun, so it’s my turn. Keep her like this.”
Though disheartened, Specs had obliged and held the woman’s legs which had kicked out much less powerfully as the loss of blood and pain made her considerably weaker. Blood had been trailing down her feet and wrist from the mangled digits at the ends. He looked down on her and thought, he didn’t want a half dead girl on him, that would be no fun. She was half delirious with pain already. Which sucked out part of his enjoyment to begin with.
Quickly pulling down his pants he’d pulled his semi hard dick out, lubed with a light amount of precum and pushed it between the girl’s lips. There had been barely any resistance on her part. She’d simply whimpered and let it slide in.
He’d pushed in and out slowly, getting a more proper rhythm. Specs had a glum look on his face through it all, his own hardwood getting soft. “You’re a fucking sicko Specs,” he’d said, “but you know what? I like that.”
He’d flicked out his blade then, letting it shine with the light. “Know what I’m going to do with this?”
Specs had smiled.
“Nothing,” Dirk had said, turning the blade, hilt first to Specs. “You get the honor.”
Though his smile had faltered, Specs had become enthusiastic, his lips almost splitting into reveal a full on grin when the blade was given to him.
“You have two holes to plug that into. So get your choice and start digging away.”
It was all he’d needed and then Specs had shoved the blade end into the woman’s vagina. She’d shrieked around Dirk’s member, feeling the blade cut sensitive flesh and was about to pull out when Dirk had placed his hand on Specs. “Keep it in and drive it like you would your own dick, you little fuck. Show this bitch just how fucked up you are.”
And that’s what he’d done, as Dirk had driven his penis into the girl Specs had continued to cut the woman, driving the blade in and out like a pointed penis, thrusting in and out of her repeatedly. The blood had splattered in little rivulets as he’d sawed away at her and it had made Dirk hard to think on it. The girl had screamed and bucked, fighting against him, and this was exactly what he’d wanted. With her blood running down her hips thanks to Specs, her throat had constricted quickly around his cock, giving him a proper hold and he’d thrust into her repeatedly, his hot seed firing into her mouth as Specs had continued to ram her hips with his knife. With hot seed pooling out of the woman’s mouth and nose Dirk had screamed and then pulled out suddenly, leaving the woman to Specs.
Specs had left the knife lodged between her legs and pushed his glasses up before wrenching the blade out and looking at it like a child would at a new bound puppy. He’d leaned forward then and suckled on the blade, drinking in the blood and biting off the little scraps of flesh that had come away with it.
“You’re really a sick fuck,” Colbert had said with a sneer. “Now we can’t use her anymore.”
“Not my problem,” Dirk had said.
“So what now boss,” Big Bob had said, watching as Specs had gone back kneeling towards the girl and begun to wrench out one of her teeth with the pliers.
“We wrap it up,” Romstad had said, eying Specs darkly. He’d suspected he’d do something like this. Lucky they weren’t near a military camp or there’d have been hell to pay. As it was they had needed to get rid of the body. But not before Specs had his full level of enjoyment.
He’d been inventive too, pulling out her teeth and pushing each one into her anus. Then he’d brought out the soldering iron, lighted it and pushed red hot through one her eyes. Through a bloody mouth she’d hollered as he’d pushed the iron in then pulled it out, her eye dripping down in a liquid mess before he’d thrown her head back and gotten to work on pushing the iron into her breasts. First through one nipple and then the other, on both pushing the length of the rod up into the meat down to the bone.
As a finale, he’d started pushing it into her anus. She’d simply whimpered on the floor, beating her hands uselessly. If left alone he would have toyed with her for hours. As was they cut it short, though he’d left her a good mess as was.

Romstad leans over to Kari, stroking her cheek, cleaning off a tear that had shown up there. “Getting rid of her hadn’t been much of a problem, you see. We dumped the girl back in the truck, tied her up in a gunny sack and in another town dumped her in some ditch, poured some gas on her and lit a match.”
“Girl was still kicking too,” the skinny one says with a look of sadness. “She wasn’t near dead yet, even thou we’d thought she was. When the fire got her, you shoulda' heard her scream. Like heaven lost an angel!.”
“You sick fucks!” Kari screams in her hysteria. “You’re all a bunch of sick psychos!”
Romstad slaps her across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Grabbing her chin he tilts her face up to him, so he can look her squarely in the eyes. There is only a cold fog in there and Kari shivers at the thought of it.
“Yes,” he says, “we are. But guess what?” A smile splits his lips, one that makes her shiver hard. “You still lost the game and you’re stuck with us sick fucks. So guess what’s going to happen now?”
Now Kari feels the trickle of urine run down her legs, warming her body, the fear running strongly in her. The thoughts of what Specs, or any of them really... could do to her... She begins to shiver violently then.
The sick monster smiles and it makes Kari fear all the more...

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