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Default Bad Luck for the Ranger

this was a commissioned story of a little forrest ranger with very bad luck! enjoy!
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Bad Luck for the Forrest Ranger

“You think we’ll get good money on this?” she hears a man say.
“Don’t you worry, Joel,” buyer is good. “You just worry about getting those crates unloaded.”
She’s been holding herself against the bark of a tree nearby, the darkness concealing her. Ashley is a new recruit to the park rangers of the glades and is on only her second week of her new job. But already she has stumbled on a less than equitable situation and she is unsure how well equipped she truly is. She’d only glanced at the men before ducking behind a tree, but both had seemed to be fairly large, more than likely able to crush a woman like her, who is only 5'6'’ with a light, slim build. But even so, if she draws her weapon and brings it out on the men in surprise they’ll have to stop what they’re doing and follow her orders. At least... that’s what she hopes.
She sucks in a deep slow breath and lets it out slowly, gun pressed against her chest. Now is the time, she thinks, no more waiting... she has a job to do.
She steps out from behind the tree from which she is hiding, drawing her weapon and points it at both men on the truck uploading a crate. “Freeze, cocksuckers!” she yells.
Both men stare, the one with the crate dropping it on the floor, glaring at her with dark eyes. “Fuck...” she hears him say. He’s the lighter skinned one and she can easily see the shock and anger on his face.
Good, she thinks. Both are caught with their pants around their ankles. So she’ll be able to call in backup and... why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? She should have radioed before revealing herself! No matter. No time like the present. As she is reaching for the radio, she feels the hot muzzle of a weapon trained on her temple.
“What do you think you’re doing,” says a hard voice behind her. She glances back, only barely seeing a dark skinned man holding a semi automatic on her. Fuck, she thinks, her heart racing as she holds her hands up in the air, a cold sweat running down her brow.
“I see I’ve got your attention,” says the man calmly, the edge of anger in his voice. “Drop the gun,” he says, “or I drop you.”
She lets the gun fall from her grasp and the man steps forward, kicking it beneath the wheels of the large truck. Fuck, she thinks, watching her only defense skid out of sight beneath the massive vehicle.
“Alright,” says the man, pushing the weapon’s muzzle against her temple. “This is how things are going to work. You’re going to do what we say or...”
The barrel of the gun smacks against her temple, instantly knocking her to the floor, face first resulting in a mouthful of dirt. “Or we’ll have fun beating your ass into the ground.”
She glares at the man angrily but as he aims the weapon at her face, she turns away, raising her hands up to her head.
“Alright!” she cries out, keeping her eyes to the ground. “I’ll do what you say. Just... just don’t shoot!”
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” says the dark skinned man she’d seen on the inside of the truck. Dark enough she’d almost missed him at first if not for the shine of the crates. He stomps down towards her and gives her a kick in the side, making her huddle over on herself, turning in a fetal position. “A bitch needs to know her place at a man’s feet!”
Another boot falls against her shoulder, making her cry out. “No!” she hollers. “Stop!”
The one with the gun aimed at her uses it to bar the black man’s path to her. “Not right now, Jim,” says the man. “Let’s have some fun with her first. Don’t want to ruin her before we have a good look at her, after all.”
She stares at the man with the fear growing in her eyes. She can only wonder what type of “look” someone like him actually wants? She fears she is going to find out.
“Alright bitch,” says the man. “Stand up. Let’s get the show started.”
With little choice in the matter, she stands up and follows the man’s orders fearing what his next words will be...

Enrico looks over his quarry, holding the muzzle of his weapon steady against the woman’s temple. He can see her shaking but isn’t really concerned about that. As he looks over her body, his gaze roaming over her shapely form, he thinks, she’ll have far more to worry over than the cold. He licks his upper lip in contemplation.
She looks to be of a light skin tone but not quite white, with nice dark hair, she measuring a little under 6 ft in height. She has a decent weight. Not too much fat on the mid section with nice if smallish breast on the top. Pity that, he’d have preferred something with a bit more meat to it. He’d like to see more...
“Hey boss,” says Carl, the black man of the group. “What you want we do with her?”
Enrico smiles.
“Her?” he says, pushing the muzzle of his gun against the woman’s head. “She’s going to give us a little show, aren’t you, dear?” he says, leaning in, running his tongue over her ear, flicking it slightly over the edge. He can feel her trembling as he does so, her body shivering. It makes him harder seeing her fear like this.
“You’re gonna give us a show and invite us to play, unless...”
He turns the muzzle slightly away from her head and fires a shot, letting the bullet zip by her, plummeting into the earth with a dull thud. He watches her jump slightly, startled by the shot, eyes large and full as they focus on him.
“Understand?”
“P-please don’t..” she says, turning to him, her eyes wide and pleading. He pushes the muzzle against her forehead, grinding it against the skin so she can feel the heat of its end from the shot.
“That isn’t a request, bitch,” he snarls. “So get stripping!”
He turns and slams her across the face with the butt of his gun. It sounds with a dull crack as the girl is thrown back a step. He hears her cry out and she holds her cheek, sobbing as she rubs it, tears streaming down her cheeks. He doesn’t care. Really, it just makes him hotter to look at her all miserable like this. Really nice and hot.
“Now. Strip.”
As the tears stream down her eyes he watches the woman stand up and with trembling hands, go towards the upper most button of her shirt pushing the button through the hole. He grins in glee. This is going to be a nice show.

For Ashley, this is horrible. She can’t imagine anything worse than being forced to degrade herself before this man, but he’s already made his point clear that he doesn’t care if he hurts her. He’ll enjoy it, in fact. She can see it in his eyes. He’d love to hurt her. So she has no choice but comply.
Slowly, her hands go to the top most button of her shirt and she begins to undo it. Another shot is fired, making her jump.
“Hurry it up,” the man barks, “and shake those hips while you do it. I’d enjoy a little dance from you to show your appreciation for letting you live.”
Bastard, she thinks, glaring at him, but knows there is little she can do against him with the other men now having picked out their own weapons, a crowbar and knife, tapping them against their legs as they grin, watching her degrade herself. The tears stream down her face but she begins to swing her hips back and forth as the men grin and shout their encouragement.
Never has she felt so humiliated and helpless. She hates it. Hates her weakness and incapability. And more... as she opens her tear filled eyes to look at those circling her, more, she hates these men for being such despicable slime. If ever she can get herself out of this, she will make them pay for what they are making her do.

Enrico watches as those slim hips sway left and right, stumbling every once in awhile as the woman begins to sob, turning to him with tear filled eyes, trying to weasel her way out of her obligation to them for not putting a cap between her eyes. It bothers Enrico how often she does this, blubbering with trembling lips as she begs them to be decent human beings and not do this to her. So much... whining. Such an ungrateful woman, he thinks.
When it’s been several minutes and the woman has yet to remove her top fully and turns to Enrico once more to plead her case he decides he’s had enough. The woman has barely undone her shirt and she’s made him angry. Apparently shooting near her body isn’t doing it so he’ll shoot somewhere more... intimate. He aims his gun and fires. Her reaction is almost immediate and he hopes she begins to figure out he isn’t one to be played with. Not if she wants to continue breathing at least.

She doesn’t notice him fire at first. The first sensation she receives being more one of shock than pain, hearing the handle cock and the weapon load, then seeing a flash of light before her. She’d initially thought the man would continue to tease her as she pleaded for mercy and that perhaps, if she begged enough, she’d reach the humanity inside him. Now, as the pain finally rushes up her spine and she crumples down to the floor in agony, does she realize that is not the case. He has no humanity to appeal to.
She screams, feeling that fire ripping through her foot, sending shards of agony stabbing up her spine as her leg sends several thousand signals of pain to her brain. It is too much and she falls, holding her leg before her and wailing as she sees that bright red leak out from her foot. The man says something above her but she doesn’t react, still too absorbed in the color that comes out so brightly from her left foot.

Enrico just rolls his eyes as the woman screams. She completely ignored what he said to her about paying attention. Figures. She’s only a woman after all.
“You shot her, man?” says Greg, looking at him stupidly, eyes large and disbelieving, like the woman’s. “You really shot her?”
Enrico just shakes his head and turns away. The woman’s cries are getting to him so he smacks the butt of his gun against her skull to cut off her screaming. When he sees her fall to the floor he turns to the men. “What are you two idiots waiting for? I want this bitch naked yesterday! Go! Go!” he says, motioning the men over. “If the bitch won’t undress herself, you two morons do it for her!”
The screams have cut down into a dim wail but they are still loud and prevalent, making the men hesitate at first despite the shapely figure before them. That doesn’t last though, the temptation of that beautiful body too much for men like them to ignore. Soon they are grabbing her body with the woman too distracted to fight back properly, the clothes soon begin to come off. Her shirt is wrenched off her shoulders and thrown aside, then the bra is pulled away, ripped more like as both men grab at it and pull, tearing it away and snapping it in two with a pop. It makes him smile, the sound of it. And more, it’s beautiful how her small but firm breasts pop out from the top, exposed to the cold. The men stop too, looking her body over before bending down and grabbing handfuls of those small mounds and squeeze and pull at them and the woman cries.
The woman, for all her pretenses, continues to scream, begging them to stop. To think of their mothers or nonexistent daughters and what they’ll think if what they’re doing is found out. It’s silly he thinks, but her screams begin to have a certain charm to them. Something humorous almost.
Better still are those breasts again, though they are not that big, he can now see the dark ends, the tips pointed from the frigid cold, wiggling with the movements as the men roughly handle them. It makes him hot as he watches and he strokes his dick in preparation. Soon, soon he’ll take the whore and pay her back for making him so hard and desirous of her.

She’d barely understood who was screaming, at first. Bu then it became clear as the pain became greater, throbbing in her leg and the blood pulsed, dribbling outwards from her wounded foot. The dark skinned man hadn’t enjoyed her screams and had slammed the butt of his weapon against the back of her skull, reminding Ashley where she really was and what situation she’d found herself in. But regardless, she couldn’t find the force of will to make herself stop, to stop the crying or the shaking. And for a time it gave her a respite, though brief that it was.
It kept the men away, at first. That only lasted the duration of their boss threatening them then they quickly covered the ground separating her from the both of them and soon they were laying their hands on her, their fear forgotten in their desires to feel her body. Rough hands grabbed at her clothes and ripped them away, yanking them off with little consideration, pulling her body left and then right in their haste to grab at her and during this she felt hands groping at her body, pulling at her tits, pinching her nipples and twisting them, stretching them to see how far they’d extend, making her cry more. And through it all, through it he was watching.
The pig.
She could see it in his eyes as he stroked himself, the bulge in his pants growing thicker as he watched his two men rip away the comforts of her clothes and bare her body to him. He is enjoying this. The mirth in his eyes is all too clear and it makes her quiet down, the rage building along with the fear. She’d known men in high school and college who’d had that look, but none had had the power or volition to place her in the position of which she finds herself and she finds that as much anger as she has, it’s the fear that is overriding her senses as she looks into those dark eyes. For she fears what it is this man is capable of if he is willing to shoot her for not undressing fast enough.
What then, will he do if he really gets angry with her? She fears the answer and stays quiet as the men undress her, ripping away her clothes bit by bit. It is all she can do.

He keeps watch over the woman, watching as the men rip away her clothes piece by piece, having grown tired with simply fondling her smallish tits. They go about ripping away the remainder of her garments much more quickly, her pants pulled from her long beautiful legs with quick tugs, one of the sleeves tearing away before the full material is actually torn away. Her panties soon follow along with her socks, leaving not a shred of clothing left to cover her body.
He notices her foot still bleeds, that bright crimson, but the woman has forgotten it in favor of covering her breasts and protecting them from the leering gaze of the two men. For which she may have a point as the men come over and begin to grab at her, their hands now groping her between the legs as well as the chest, fingers dipping into her most sensitive region. He hears her cry out, yelling at the men to stop, shaking her nubile tits at them as she begs. It makes him hard as well, this resistance of hers. Leaves him too hard to ignore.
He groans and yells, “alright boys, that’s enough foreplay. Let’s get down to the real action!”
“You want her pussy, boss?” says Carl, smiling up at him, slapping the girl playfully between the legs. “Seems she’s got some fine juices down there.” He watches with a grimace as the man sticks both fingers into his mouth, slurping the contents of what he’d found between the woman’s legs when he’d been thrusting his fingers inside earlier.
He shakes his head. “No. I want another part of her. Bring her here and keep her kneeling. I want to use that whore mouth of hers for something else besides screaming.”

Ashley hears the words and this itself almost makes her cry out. Even with her lovers, she has never given them oral gratification and the notion of giving it to this man horrifies her. She tries to push back only to be reminded of her injury as sharp pain races up her body, making her scream and stumble, making it simpler for the men to simply drag her towards their leader.
“Enough of you being uppity,” says the black man against her ear. “Time you pay your dues to us fine working men.”
He grabs at her pussy once more with one hand, jerking his fingers up into her tender vaginal folds, seeming to pull her up by those fingers jabbing at her organ. It makes her cry out to which the one with the gun snarls, “Enough, Carl. You can have her cunt when I’m through with my turn. Not before.”
“Sorry, boss,” says the man, his eyes lowering, but that shame is soon forgotten as he grins, turning back to her. “Don’t you worry, honey. I’m gonna’ give that pussy of yours some good loving! You just wait and see!”
She shakes her head, tears streaming down her eyes, crying as she begs her two captors to release her and tells the man before her that he can’t do what he is going to do. That it will hurt him if he does so, but the man simply chuckles and points the gun at her head, digging the muzzle into her forehead.
“Uh-uh,” he says, “your little pity show isn’t going to work on me. Now open that cock sucking mouth of yours like a good little whore, if you know what’s good for you.”
She wants to resist, to say no, that she’ll never do such a thing, that she’d rather die, except that she can see that this man will kill her if she resist. That he is giving her no choice. Resigned, she shuts her eyes and opens her mouth, parting her lips and sticks out her tongue, hoping it’s what the man desires and dreading the incoming taste that is soon to come.

Enrico looks at the girl, enjoying the look of despair in her eyes, how her body is shaking, those small breasts jiggling and how the tears run down her cheeks as she forces quivering lips open and even sticks out her tongue like a pretty little tart. Just like a whore. It makes him hard just looking at her and he is quick to unleash his anaconda, the long muscle shooting out almost as quick as he is to unzip.
The muscle points at the girl, thick purple veins lining the length of it, head hard and red, dripping with precum that falls on the girl’s tongue, making her gag. He takes hold of his phallus, slapping it lightly on the woman’s forehead.
“Keep that filthy whore mouth of yours open if you know what’s good for you,” he says.
It doesn’t take more than placing the barrel of his gun against her forehead to get her to comply, though he can hear her whimpering. It’s almost too beautiful but he motions one of his men to pinch her nose shut. The woman starts sucking in mouthfuls of air, her eyes popping open as she begins to struggle against the man pinching her nose when Enrico cocks the trigger.
“This is just part of the fun, chica,” he says, using his best to imitate the sexy voices of the actors he’s seen on the telenovelas. He always enjoys how the women seem to squirm extra when he uses it.
“Now keep that mouth open and if I feel any teeth then this bullet goes through that skull of yours. Or... we pull your teeth out with pliers. Whichever I’m feeling more in the mood for!”
The woman begins to sob, the men around her laughing at the threat. He figures he’s had enough toying with her, it’s time to put that mouth of hers to use.
He lines his member up with her lips, noticing her mouth may almost be too small to fit his size and grins. It will be funny if he ends up choking her before the other two get a chance to do her, but not like he cares. They can deal with fucking a corpse if that’s their thing.
“Keep her nose shut tight,” he instructs the men. “I don’t care if she passes out or asphyxiates. Just as long as I can keep fucking that tight throat!”
The men both give him nasty glares but say not a word more, to which he nods in approval. Both know quite well how to follow orders and it’s something he appreciates. He aims his member and begins pushing it inwards, enjoying the tightness of the woman’s throat as she already begins to gag around his member. The experience is going to be quite enjoyable...

From the first taste Ashley can almost feel her bowels twist and vomit wish to come forwards, but she resist it, feeling that gun against her forehead. She doubts this man will take kindly to her puking all over his feet She can take it. Just for a little while.. If it means living.
Then she feels someone squeeze her airway shut and she nearly loses it, struggling against the duo holding her, nearly breaking free, until that gun is pressed against her forehead once more. She forces herself to calm down and opens her mouth, fearing what the man is going to do to her, hoping he’ll at least let her breathe but what he says scares her. He says he doesn’t care if he asphyxiates her? She starts breathing more rapidly, hoping it’s a sick joke but as that fat member is pushed down into her throat and the man is instructed to keep her nose tight, she knows it is not. She can only hope to god she can find a way to breathe around the monstrosity.

Enrico pushes his manhood in slowly, enjoying how the girl’s eyes widen, spit and drool pushing out of her throat as she twist, moving from side to side, her breasts swinging violently as she tries to dislodge his member which is deep inside her neck. He continues pushing, hearing the gagging noises as she begins to choke on his log, her throat having to expand as he forces his way down her slender neck, inch by inch.
“And remember, bitch,” he says as he continues pushing down into her throat, “I feel any teeth and you’re going to have a new air hole in your forehead!”
She begins to sob in earnest, the tears running down her cheeks as snot comes down her nose and drool spills from her throat. Enrico simply holds his member where it is, enjoying the show. This power he holds over her, it is an intense high that few understand and fewer still get to experience. But him, he is one of the chosen few and by gods, he’s going to enjoy it!

She can’t do it, she thinks, her lips quavering, teeth shaking over the skin of the man’s member. Ashley is terrified. Either she will choke on the man’s cock or she will take a bullet to the skull and she’s not sure she can avoid them both. The man’s cock is massive, fully filling her mouth so her cheeks are bulging outwards like a chipmunk’s. He seems to be holding it there, simply waiting for her to die, impaled on his cock like a sickly trophy. She thinks there can be no more humiliating way to die than this.
As the seconds tick by and the air seems to run low on her, does her struggle weaken and she then feels after an eternity, the man’s member push deeper inside her throat, expanding it further. He pushes it down all the way until she can feel her neck muscles fully stretched around it, choking it down like an oversized hotdog. Then he pulls out suddenly, leaving her choking, gasping for air, spit and drool coming up from her lips, the bile unable to hold itself down any longer.
It comes forth, splattering the floor over the man’s black shoes and she is certain he will shoot her now as she continues to spew all over the floor, her chest a mess of bile and vomit. But then that thick meat pole is back in her throat and she cries, wishing he had killed her as she hadn’t managed to take in much air in between the choking and coughing.
“Gonna’ have to learn to take your air while you can, chica, if you want to continue living,” the man says with a smirk.
The other men around her laugh loudly. She sobs, bitter tears running down her cheeks.

Enrico enjoys his game of push in and out, for a little while, enjoying the popping sounds her lips make. But it doesn’t last enough to keep his enjoyment up and soon he is thrusting into the woman’s mouth, piston fucking her as her eyes begin to roll up in her head. He thrust in a few more times before pulling out and slaps her with a loud crack across the cheek and then pushes in and out again, feeling that heat begin to push upwards in his member, his seed being coaxed from his balls by the sweet caress of the woman’s throat.
It isn’t very long until he is cumming deep inside the woman, spilling his seed down her throat, forcing her to drink it all, feeling how her neck muscles tighten around his member, drinking his baby batter.
“Yes, chica,” he hisses, “gripping her head tightly, “drink it in. All of it. Enjoy it and take it in.”
He holds her head firmly, watching those eyes push up into her skull before throwing her back on the floor, the final dredges of his cum spilling out on the floor. He grins, feeling an intense joy looking over the destroyed woman who twitches on the ground.
“Alright men,” he says, “have your go at her and then load her into the truck. I know someone who can use a whore, or... I know a place where we can bury her if she’s dead already.”
“Sure,” says one of the men quietly. He grunts. Corpse fucking isn’t the best, but it’s still something for low level grunts like them. He wanders off, pleased at having filled the woman’s body with his seed. Now he feels fully relaxed and sticks his hands in his pockets, whistling a tune into the night sky.

As Greg is about to move in, Carl puts his hand on the man’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “Hey, punk” he says, “bitch is mine. I want to take her while she’s still warm.”
“But..” says Greg, looking at him with almost puppy dog eyes.
“Don’t you worry,” he says, pushing past the man. “She still shouldn’t be too cold when you get to fuck her. Don’t think the rigor mortis will have set in yet by the time I finish with her.”
“Fuck you,” says the man, growling, but stepping back, already consenting his defeat. Greg has always been the shy one of the group, not one to get into confrontations he can avoid, which is fine for Carl, who had to wait patiently as the boss choked the bitch out. He really hates that habit of the boss. Half the women he does end up dead before he gives them off and generally the good looking ones, but he can’t dispute it. There’s a reason the man is leader and he isn’t. He’ll take what he can get.
He lifts the woman’s legs up, spreading them wide, seeing her pink pussy spread, her pussy lips still wet and inviting. “Yeah,” he whispers to no one in particular. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
He lays her legs down and undoes his buckle, quick to slip out of his pants and push them down around his ankles. He then takes the woman’s legs up, looking down at her exposed pussy, enjoying how it twitches. Boss is an idiot, leaving this part to them. It’s the best part of any woman! How could he skip it? But whatever. He’s not gonna’ complain.
He takes his member, long and thick, almost a foot long and pushes it down into the woman’s exposed pussy, slipping it in. He finds there’s a resistance and keeps pressing it in, pushing down and surprised when her pussy gives way, a warmth spreading over his member.
“Shit man,” he says. “Bitch is a virgin!”
“You’re fucking me,” says Greg, uncrossing his arms and walking up as if to get a better look. Not that he’ll see much in the dark.
“Nu-uh,” he says in surprise, looking down at the woman as he raises his hands to her breasts, gripping her smallish orbs and squeezing them tight in his hands. “Bitch is a fucking virgin,” he says, shoving his member deep inside her body, his member making contact with her womb. He thrust again, smacking it hard. “And I’m gonna’ take full advantage of that!” he says, thrusting against the woman again.
“Probably means she hasn’t taken it in the ass either,” says Greg, smiling.
“Feh,” says Carl, slamming back down on the woman, enjoying how her breasts swing up and down with each thrust. The man is probably right, he thinks, but he doesn’t care. He positions himself to hold one leg while pulling on the nipple of one of her breasts, watching how it stretches and grinning down at her as he beats down on the small body, tearing the insides up. Nah, he doesn’t care much at all. Not as long as he can enjoy this.

Her head is thick with a fog, a darkness that doesn’t want to dull, but something seems to nag at Ashley’s consciousness, pushing her through the fog. A sharp pain radiating from her hips. It tears at her, ripping at her body and forcing her up from the blackness. It’s slow, her lungs still pained from the lack of air she was forced to go without earlier, but slowly and steadily she begins to push through that fog.
It is painful, like wading through mud, and she feels as if a great weight is upon her, pushing down on her body, hurting her. It jerks at her, pushing in and out of her, like a great throbbing working against her.
She shakes her head. No. She doesn’t want to wake up to whatever is happening to her. She doesn’t! But her body seems to fight against her, willing her awake, and what she sees as she wakens is a darkness beating at her, her hips on fire as the darkness grins at her with white teeth. And she screams...

Carl laughs as the girl’s eyes flutter, her lips quivering as he thrust into her body, her hips tightening around his member as he fucks her. He can already hear her moaning, probably enjoying her violation. Bitch is alive, he thinks. Stupid faker.
He slaps her across the face with a loud crack, Greg confused as to what he is doing. Then Carl repeats it, hearing the girl moan again. A few more quick thrust and he can see her back arching, swan like neck stretching and eyes scrunching shut as she resist waking up.
Becoming cross, he raises his hands up to her neck, squeezing down on her tender throat. If she doesn’t wake up then he’s gonna’ kill her for real, that’s for sure! His hips beat down harder in his agitation, slamming down on the woman’s hips with brutal force, the slap slap of his wet meat clearly audible over the chirping crickets. He squeezes his hands around the woman tighter, when her eyes pop open and she screams.


It comes out like a wounded bird, she thinks, her own voice. It echoes back to her with pain and agony and worse. And still, the sound is cut off as the man squeezes his hands around her neck, tightening his grip, shorting her voice out as her eyes bulge and once more she has to fight for air. She slaps helplessly against the large man, only barely able to see the whites of his eyes or the whites of his teeth. She barely even thinks of her hips now, which burn steadily as her lungs scream for much needed air. And still, the man squeezes her neck more, making her gasp, bearing down his weight on her small frame again and again.
“Seems she’s still alive,” she hears another voice say.
“Yeah, maybe not...” says the dark skinned man, beating down on her. “We’ll see.”
She slaps helplessly at him, tears welling in her eyes as he continues his assault on her. It does little good as he continues to crush her neck, making her fight for air, her vision blurring once more. Her hands weaken, sliding down the man’s large arms as she loses the will to fight... again.
It isn’t until the man’s mouth is against her own, invading hers, that she feels his hands loosen, air coming into her starved lungs as well as the sickly saliva from the man above her. It makes her sick, but there is little she can do against it, but feel the tears streaming down her cheeks. How she curses the gods for having born her as a woman.
It is as she falls into this despair, that she feels something worse. The man’s member twitching and he suddenly leaves her mouth, arching his own back as his hands once more squeeze her neck, tightening their hold as his thrust become more wild, jack hammering into her pussy, reminding her of her intimate pains. The gift she never gave her lover himself for fear of being too scared of the pain it would bring. She feels a horrid shame as the man beats his phallus into her, his seed not taking long before it spills into her. She is almost hoping she will die as that thick seed coats her insides, filling her with the man’s hot warmth. She just wishes to die.
Then he is letting her go, her body turning over of its own accord, chest heaving, forcing her to cough and take in the much needed air it was starved for.
“Alright, bro,” she hears him say. “It’s your turn. She’s still alive.”
She hears some grumbling from another man and stiffens, eyes wide. Oh no, she thinks, trying to slow the coughing, there is still one more. Still one more...

Greg looks over the shivering girl, huddling in on herself in a fetal position and licks his lips. She has a nice body with a delectable and curvy rear and she seems very much alive. More, he even has the fortune of being able to take one of her virgin holes first, before anyone else. He’s so lucky, there just isn’t more he can ask for.
He begins to undo his pants, removing them in preparation of what he is to do. The woman begins to stiffen and he watches as she begins to try and crawl away, scurrying on the floor, clawing at the muddy earth feebly, her wounded leg giving way every couple of paces. He grabs her left ankle and drags her back, pulling her across the soft earth.
“Where do you think you’re going, darling?” he whispers, leaning forward. “I still haven’t had my turn with you!”
“No! Don’t! Stay away!” she screams, turning around and kicking wildly at him, nearly kicking him in the face. He pulls back from her, angry, hands balling into fist. Greg considers himself a passive man and many have even taken to calling him a pussy for being so soft and weak, but he has his limits, and people trying to punch of kick at him is one of them.
In anger, he lunges at the woman, straddling her and brings down his fist on her face, bearing down on her again and again, hearing the thud of bone against knuckle, the soft flesh giving way as the young woman cries out. He doesn’t stop until he’s hit her several times, her cries turning into soft whimpers as she begs him to stop. As his anger begins to fade, he grips a handful of her hair, pulling her head up sharply.
“Don’t... Ever... Do.. That.. Again!” he growls, before slamming the woman’s face against the floor with a thud. The woman shivers but does not move and Greg finishes undoing his buckle, pulling his pants down over his legs to ready himself for his entertainment. Finally! It’s his turn and he’s gonna’ enjoy this woman to the fullest!

She knows she shouldn’t have, knows it was foolish to do, but in her moments of panic, Ashley, without thinking, turned and tried to strike her assailant. As expected from men of this sort, it did not end well.
The man ended up straddling her, punching her repeatedly in the face. She felt his fist against her brow and cheeks, and then against her jaw, splitting her lip and making her bleed and still the fist came down until she nearly stopped moving. He then threatened her, pushing her face into the earth. As she taste the warm iron of blood in her mouth, she wonders, what did she ever do to deserve this? Why is this happening to her?
In her frustration, she digs furrows into the soft earth, bitter tears running down her eyes as the man straddles her top and begins to push his member into her body. As he began to push, Ashley freezes, her heart pounding. He can’t... he really can’t be trying to take her there... can he?
“Please...” she whispers, almost too soft to hear, warm tears running down her cheeks. “Don’t.”
She feels that hard prick being pushed down into her anus and bites down on her lower lip, drawing blood, not wanting to scream lest she bring down more violence upon her already battered body. But as it goes in, the man complains about how tight she is and she lets out a cry, unable to keep from making some sound. His member is large, too large to allow her to keep silent as it hurts so.
The man grabs a handful of her hair, jerking her head back painfully so her spine is arching back. “Hurts, don’t it, bitch?” he says. “Well, don’t worry, it’s gonna’ hurt a whole lot more!”
He pushes her back down and pushes his member deep inside her, sliding it in to the hilt, causing her to cry out. He holds it there, seeming to enjoy the pains he is causing her as her body twitches, stomach gurgling in discomfort, before pulling back out part way and then slamming back down, drawing a grunt from Ashley. Then out and back down with a thud.
Ashley spreads her arms, trying to gain purchase as the man pushes up and then down with a bullet like force, slamming her hips down into the earth. He repeats this several times before he is working himself in a rhythm, beating down on her quickly and harshly, his hips slapping against her rear, thudding violently. Ashley simply groans, trying to bear it all. It is the only thing she can do... and she hates it.

Damn, he thinks, she’s a tight little whore! The woman’s little ass had almost been too tight for him to fit and actually caused him a degree of pain as he pushed inside. So, to repay her, he made sure he came back down with a hard thud each time, bearing down his entire weight on her lithe body, making the girl groan. Soon though, as his rhythm picks up, she is crying full out, his hips beating wetly against hers, the blood in her anus giving him a good lubricant. He hits her rapidly, wacking against her rear, enjoying the press of her back.
Sadly for him, it just does not last. He is soon firing his cum deep inside her cunt, spilling it full into her as he groans loudly. When he feels the last dredges spill into her ass, he falls back on her, letting himself rest, kissing her lightly on the shoulder.
How he wishes he had a woman like this, to fuck and have to himself. But even that is soon taken from him as Enrico emerges, glaring at him. Greg gets up quickly pulling up his pants and turning away. He doesn’t like it when the boss looks at him, even though he hasn’t done anything wrong. But the boss always seems to make him feel that way. It’s just how it is.

“You done?” says Enrico, mildly annoyed with Greg’s childishness. The man is good while fucking but he becomes a big softie afterwards. Still, he’s a good worker, so Enrico puts up with his more child like qualities. He looks at the man who seems saddened and snaps his fingers.
“Alright, get your pants on and bring the bitch over. We have somewhere we can drop her off.”
He turns away, grinning. The little ranger is going to regret ever having come down and interrupting their operation. He’ll make sure of it.

Ashley hears the words uttered by the man who grabbed her and feels her heart sink. The hard arm of the man who just used her grips her hard and jerks her to her unsteady feet, pulling her up and nearly dragging her across the ground. She doesn’t care, letting him drag her as the full weight of the situation dawns on her. She’d hoped they’d let her go, but it seems that will not be the case. This is only the beginning of her horrors.
She cries, feeling the bitter tears run down her face and simply looks to the heavens, asking, why?
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Fantastic! The setting and her occupation makes this one fresh and interesting. It deserves a continuation ASAP! The only thing that bothered me was the disrespectful tone Ashley treated the suspects with in the beginning of the story. “Freeze, cocksuckers!” is hardly the way to address a group of suspects? Well, she got punished for her attitude problems I guess... ;-)
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VERY nice!!!
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