Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. First rape. Sally was new to the scene. Sally was new to everything. A repressed childhood with an equally repressed five year marriage was behind her and Sally wanted some fun. Maybe not this much fun, she thought, pulling at the ropes around her hands. The car went over another speed bump and she grunted, shaking around like a spare tyre in the boot. She giggled nervously. She wanted to be brave and experience exciting things, but so far she was just uncomfortable. The boot was small, and her legs were curled up into her chest. Her hands were roped at her back and her panties had been stuffed into her mouth. She'd tried to spit them out but it was surprisingly hard to do so. I'll never laugh at those slasher movies again where the girl can't get the gag out of her mouth, she thought. It was hot in the boot and she felt sweat dripping down between her loose breasts. Stew had taken her bra off before tumbling her in to the boot. He had said sorry before closing the lid and that had made her giggle. Excitement returned again as she wondered where he was taking her. Their list of things they each wanted to do was slowing being ticked off and tonight it was here turn. Kidnapped! She had written it on her wish list never thinking that he would be able to pull it off. Who has the wherewithal to organize a kidnapping anyway. So when he said he was performing that particular wish on the weekend, she has fallen silent with her mouth open. Stew was such a hot man, she couldn't believe her luck. They had meet six months ago on a website for bdsm and sent countless emails back and forth. Newly divorced, Sally was eager to try out everything her sexless marriage had denied her and Stew was willing to provide. Life was pretty perfect, thought, Sally. The car stopped and Sally felt and heard the engine turn off. The car rose a little as Stew alighted the car and suddenly the boot opened, his rakish smile looking down on her. "Comfortable." She shook her head, remembering to struggle and look angry at her predicament. "Good. I wouldn't want you to enjoy the horrors that await you." Her eyes grew big and he laughed, lifting her out of the boot and setting her on her bare feet. She stubbled a bit, looking around at the warehouse he had brought her too. Stew was a storeman for a local whitegoods company and was making good use of the space for her special fantasy. He pushed her from behind and she moved deeper into the space. "Get moving slut, you're mine for the night." She tumbled forward onto her knees, skinning them badly and gasped around the wad of cloth in her mouth. Ouch, she thought, that really hurt. Stew rushed forward, helping her up. "Oh fuck. Sally, are you OK?" She nodded, quick tears pricking her eyes. "Mmm orrrrr kkkrrr" She mumbled around the gag. He held her gently to him and guided her into the rear of the warehouse, past the aisles of boxes that rose the ceiling around her until they reached the office at the rare. Stew pulled out a first aid box and sat her on the desk, dabbing at the broken skin with antiseptic. Sally hissed at the sting. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Stew seemed nervous. I guess this isn't something he does every say, she thought. "I hope you can forgive me." "Frrrrgggggeeee?" He tossed the cotton wool balls in the bin and wouldn't meet her eyes. Sally kicked her legs against the table, pretending to be mortified. Stew pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and roughly placed it over her eyes. "This will help." She nodded, excited all over again as he pulled her from the desk and lead her out the office door and into blackness. The back of the warehouse was cold and Sally shivered. If felt far more ominous than the crowded storage area. She felt empty space all around and a door slamming had her head spinning in circles, trying to locate the source. "Sttttwwww" she mumbled. "Shhhh" He was standing still beside her with his hand on her elbow. Wow, he had put a lot of effort into this, she thought. Making it seem like there really was a gang of men about to pounce on her. She felt the drip of excitement between her thighs. "Stay here." Stew left her side. Her heart was hammering. She knew when he returned he'd pretend to be someone else and rape her mercilessly. She'd pretend to struggle. She tried to remember some of the porn they had watched together and what kind of things the girls in them did when they were pretending to be raped. Kick, she said to herself. I have to remember to kick, but not too hard, I don't want to hurt him. She thought she heard voices, coming behind her. Another slam and then the whir of an automatic door opening. Stew was making her think he was letting in other men. She smiled and almost jumped up and down with excitement. "Hhhhhlllpppp" she tried to yell, getting into the mood. "Hhhlllpppp mmmmm" A groan behind her. She spun around, wishing she could see. Something, someone slumped to the floor and slide towards her, almost bowling her over. Then a laugh. Many laughs. What was going on here? Sally's heart jumped up into her throat. Unless Stew was a ventriloquist, they weren't alone. "Stttttwwww" she called out, turning around in a circle, trying to locate him. "I'm sorry Sally. There was no other way." "Whhhhttt?" Stew was speaking like he was in pain, like he was clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. "They were gonna kill me. Just do as they say, you'll be alright." She fell over his body as she spun around at the sound of more laughing and footsteps getting closer. "Whhht hpppppnnngggg." She inched back, moving her legs off Stews and tried to stand. This wasn't right. It felt all wrong. Stew moved again, grunting like he's been kicked. She tried to stand, only to fall over again, crawling in no direction, just away from the feet coming towards her. A hard wrapped around her hair and lifted her off the floor, swinging her in the air. She screamed through the gag, terrified. This wasn't Stew. He wasn't tall enough. His hands were not this tight. She kicked out, meeting her foot with a thigh and was laughed at. "Look boys. We've got a fighter." Stew grunted again and was silent. "hhhhhlllpppp" The gag and blindfold were ripped from her and she blinked into the light, staring into the faces around her. She was surrounded. Before, at the side and behind, five men, huge, terrifying men. She dangled from the tallest of them, two feet off the ground, her scalp on fire from the pain. Sally was terrified. A hot stream of piss trickled down her legs and pooled on the floor beneath her. She saw Stew on the floor, blood on his face, not moving and screamed blue murder. "Piss whore." The man spat in her face and dropped her into the warm puddle. She fell heard, the wind knocked out of her and laid in her own filth gasping for breath. A quick hand reached down and took her by one foot, daggering her deep into the warehouse. The still body of Stew lay behind. She fought him. Uselessly, but she tried with all her heart and soul. Her mind spun with possibilities. Had Stew really organised a gang of men to rape her. No, he wouldn't. She wasn't that kind of girl. He knew that. Another hand roughly wrapped around her neck and drew her up, his other hand swinging back and letting fly, his open palm slapping her face so hard it snapped her neck around. It came back the other way, and her face flying back again. "What's your name?" He growled. She sobbed at the pain and terror. The hand rushed towards her again but she had no way of escaping it. It snapped across her face. "Name? Now." "Sally," she stumbled out. Her mouth was dry and her sobs poured forth. "Piss whore," he corrected and slapped her again, just as hard. She would have collapsed if not for the hand around her throat. "Your name is piss whore." The group around him laughed. "Say it." "Piss whore," she mumbled, getting the sounds out around her sobs. He pushed her then, down onto the ground, on a thin mattress. The light above was bright and she turned her head away from it. This can't be happening. It just can't. The sound of zippers brought new fight into her body. She slide backwards, off the mattress and turned quickly, getting her feet with more speed she though herself capable of and ran, running in any direction away from the five men. She didn't get far. She was pulled off her feet quickly with one sure grip in her hair and pulled back to the mattress. The harsh voice said, "Stay." Looking up into his eyes, she thought she might die. They were cruel, hard eyes, dark with flecks of gold. His bare chest was wide and covered with a mat of hair. His shoulders bunches of muscles. His shaved head making in all the more frightening. "Please," she pleaded pitifully. "Please don't hurt me." "I'll do what I fucking like to you piss whore, you got that?" She cried, trying to roll over again but he kicked her back, leaning down to take each leg in a hand . "Your boyfriend has used you to pay off his loan. You're mine now, piss whore." Sally looked around, not believing a word of it. What loan? None of it make sense. The man between her legs spread them wider. "Let's see what I brought." She struggled, thrashing and kicking but he was just too strong. Her hands were still uselessly bound behind her. Two of his gang took a leg each and spread her painfully open while he fondled the thick cock that fell from the fly of his jeans, each stroke making it thicker. The angry red veins standing out. Sally whimpered as he knelt between her legs, taking a good look. "Ole Stewy was right. She's tight and fine." He stabbed at her pussy, thrusting two fingers into the dry hole. Any excitement she had felt was long gone. She howled in fear, twisting to no avail. Nothing would dislodge his prying hand. It screwed its way into her, two fingers probing till she felt a sharp sting; his nails scrapping at the base of her hole. His fingers slide free and he wipped them on her breasts, rolling the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "Nice tits." He released them and slapped each one, the small pendulous orbs bouncing softly. "I like her little tits," the smallest man said, licking his lips. "You'll get to chew on them soon enough," the big one said going back to pumping his fat cock with his hand. "Once I've skewered her." He knelt down, pushing the head of his cock to the slit of Sally's sex and pushed, one long deep thrust. She grunted with the force of it, unable to get away from the impaling cock. She tossed her head from side to side on the thin mattress, disbelieving this was happening to her. "Nooooooooooooo" She screamed on the top of her voice. "You can't do this. Nooooooooooooooo please. Noooooooooooooooo" "I can do what I want, piss whore. I own you." He fucked her hard, unrelenting, through her dry pussy with his thick cock. He tore her soft flesh. He was uncaring as he used her as a piece of flesh and pulled out and thrusting in as his cohorts kept her spread. The head of his bulbous cock speared through the soft lips. His hands gripped at her breasts and moulded them painfully between his fingers. He grunted deep and shot a thick load of seed over her body, with drops splashing on her face. "There, marked as my whore. Have at her boys." He stood back, zipping his pants and watched as the men dived upon her, using her mouth and pussy at they liked. "Save her ass for me." She whimpered, losing all fight after the second then third then fourth man entered her body and used her mouth. "Stretch her cunt out, boys. Make her a whore." They did not disappoint him, each of them using both those holes, comatose when the last one raped her sex and filled it with sticky cum. She rolled into a ball and sobbed, sent into shock at the brutal rapes that fell upon her body. When only an hour ago she had been excited and thrilled, she was now broken and battered. Frightened beyond understanding. A hot stream of warm liquid spread over her and she curled up more against the torrent of piss from multiple cocks spraying her. "Filthy piss whore." His hand gripped her throat again and lifted her, her knees grazing the floor and he pushed his cock into her mouth, pissing down her throat. She spattered it, struggling to breath, defeated before she could struggle, swallowing the mouth full of foul piss and instantly filled with more. "The piss whore can learn." He dropped her back onto the floor and walked away. "Bring her." She was hoisted over one shoulder, her bare ass smacked when she gave a small struggle, too exhausted to do more. She was tossed into the back of a van, surrounded by her rapists and was once again heading to heaven knew where, this time with real fear in her belly and terror in her heart.