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Authors name: Wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : DAN JONES
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Wiley06
Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the
leash. She loved this time of day-a few hours after
work, the night air cool, the moon peeking full between
the trees, and she loved living near the park, even
though it was small. Only four blocks of trees and
grasses and hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself
from her daily worries of life.
She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four
year old 5'3" frame beautiful in the dim light, her
small breasts pushing insistently against a plain white
T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by years of gym in
college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass
was round and full and tight. She shook her straight
brown hair, falling just below her shoulders and parted
down the middle, out of her eyes, the ends curling up
slightly. Her skin was a creamy white, setting off her
brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and
youngish for a woman her age. Her face brightened as
she smiled indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he
tugged again at the leash, barking madly at something
around the bend in the path.
Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory
had just gotten finished with a drinking and bitching
session; each had been screwed royally by their ex's in
their divorces and each was brooding in the still cool
air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and
beer wafting around them as the bunched together, some
instinct drawing them close. Some damn dog's barking,
he thought as the sound split the air, disturbing the
men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny dog
barking madly at them, straining at the chain while
some woman held it easily back and stepped to the side
of the path to let them pass. He saw her slip on the
edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped from the
leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone's
ankles.
"God damn son of a bitch," Tyrone cursed as the damned
rat bit his ankle before screeching in pain and
scampering off at full speed as he kicked it viciously.
"What the hell's wrong with your dog lady?" he snarled,
turning toward the woman.
"Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup," she called after her
dog, trying to follow her fleeing pet, only to be
brought up short by a hand gripping her upper arm. What
the... she thought as she looked at the hand-it was
large and black, fitting the man to whom it was
attached. She looked up at him and tried to pull away
as he shook her.
"Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this." He held
up his ankle, showing a small scratch and a bit of
blood. "What are you going to do about it lady?"
"Let go of me," she shook free of his hand and
straightened up, looking around herself, assessing the
situation. It didn't look good to her-the six men
formed a half circle around her and the large black
man, and every one of them smelled of filth and
alcohol. She shuddered slightly and spoke up. "I'm
sorry about my dog. Here," she fumbled with her purse,
pulling out a pen and paper, "here's my name and phone
number. I'll pay for the doctor's bills and I'll bring
in T-Cup so he can be tested." She held out the paper.
Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the
woman-with her small, tight, muscular body, her small
tits, her narrow waist, her big brown eyes, and could
see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a looker, a real
looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in
this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay
hers as she stood there, and he wanted to hurt her,
hurt her bad. He shook himself, smiling as he thought
of what he could do to her if she was his ex.
Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. "Well, Jan, I
don't think this is going to be satisfactory." Dan
could see his eyes shining, and he stepped forward,
closer to them, sensing the others doing the same-it
was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in
for the kill.
"What do you mean? I...I don't have any money on me...I
never carry money on my walks." Jan stepped back;
fumbling at her purse, fear blossoming as she looked at
the suddenly feral faces of these men, the park turning
from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly.
"I don't want your money, BITCH," Tyrone yelled,
lunging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulders as
she turned to run, jerking her toward him as he
enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and fought
against him.
"Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up," Tyrone was
yelling, and Dan quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape
from his work-belt and moved in, shoving aside the
others who had crowded close. His cock jerked as he saw
the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone's arm,
fear which grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of
tape and covered her screaming mouth, Tommy gripping
her hair to hold her head still.
This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening
her mind kept telling her as one of the men put piece
after piece of duct tape over her mouth before finally
wrapping a piece all the way around her head, muffling
her screams to plaintive bleating. Adrenaline coursed
through her body as the black man forced her to the
ground on her belly, lying on top of her, suffocating
her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried to focus, to focus on
prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to take
her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms
and twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain
as they bound her wrists behind her. The wind was
knocked out of her as they flipped her onto her back,
and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their
faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at
her, the hands of the black man tearing at the buttons
on her jeans.
Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to
get it good- real good. Her eyes were wide as she
stared up at them, the buttons on her jeans popping
open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought struck
him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, "Wait. Not
here. It's too open. There's a restroom just up that
way," he pointed. "Let's take the bitch there and enjoy
this." He saw Tyrone look at him, his eyes glazed over
with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling
woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder.
"Lead on, Dan."
Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him
long before he entered it, the smell of old urine and
flooded toilets, the floor damp and fragrant as his
boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb
overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space
now crowded with six men and their victim. Two urinals
stood on one of the walls and a single toilet stood
open against the other. He moved in with the others to
surround the woman.
Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of
bodies and hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants,
pulling them from her legs, ripping off her shoes with
them, the cool air raising goose bumps on her legs, the
sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and prodded
and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as
fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her
shirt, pushing aside her bra to claw at her breasts,
her small nipples standing out firm as fingernails
scratched over them, sending pain lancing through her
body.
Dan lifted the cunt's shirt over her head and left it
pressing against the back of her neck before slicing
off her bra. She was such a fine piece of meat, and she
was going to get what was coming to her-bitches like
these were good for one thing, fucking. This one was
going to be taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin
on his face as he twisted her breast in his hand,
feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the others
tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt,
hands mauling her firm, tight ass.
"MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!" she screamed through the gag as the
big black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked
flesh bruising against the hard, slimy floor, her
lithe, strong body struggling against the hands of the
men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into her
cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and
breasts. This couldn't be happening she still thought
even as fingers wormed their way into her tight cunt,
making her body shudder in pain even as more fingers
forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on
fire with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back
of her neck, forcing her head down, making her grunt as
her collar bones slammed against the edge of a toilet,
flooded with piss and shit.
She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her,
fear making bile rise in her throat as a man pushed her
head down, laughter rising from viscous throats as she
heard someone say, "Let's see this bitch eat shit!" She
sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath
the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her
tongue as her nostrils filled with the foul fluid of
the toilet.
Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and
her head dunked into the toilet, loving the way her
body squirmed in panic, as it was being abuse. Tyrone
had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and thick,
and was between the cunt's thighs now. He kneeled down
and put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles
flexing and writhing in agony and terror under her skin
making his cock throb as Tyrone dug his fingers into
her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against
her dry, tight cunt.
She couldn't breath, she couldn't breath, her lungs
burned and she wanted to scream, relief from terror
only momentary as her head was yanked from the toilet
by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward as she
sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of
human waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked
it up, bleeding the foulness into her mouth. Suddenly
she felt something big pushing against her cunt and
shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her head
like a frightened colt's.
"Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking
whore," Dan heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to
her hanging breasts and pushed the hands of the others
aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his hand as he
felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest
as Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing
her white flesh with his black. He felt her whole body
trembling with pain as her chest heaved and he mauled
her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling another
scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around
her mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as
he watched her fingers curl above her ass, helpless
like she was helpless.
The pain shocked her; the agony of the cock raping her
cunt drove an animal cry from her throat, the cry of a
helpless animal. She could feel every inch of it as it
rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the flesh of
her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at
its dry walls. When his hips hit her ass and he ground
his cock deep in her belly the pain and humiliation
made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile along with
the foulness of the toilet. Then pain clawed at her
breast and she screamed again, her whole body shaking
in agony and terror and humiliation.
The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock
reaming out her cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the
hands mauling her breasts a dull agony through her
chest, the hands holding her head under the foul water
of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her
belly. It was a hellish haze of pain and fear and
humiliation as these six men tormented her.
Dan couldn't take any more. He pushed the others aside
and grabbed the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape
quickly and brutally as he dragged her to the side,
forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock pistoning out
of her cunt madly, her ass-cheeks quivering with each
stroke. Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the
final piece of tape came off, and he shoved his cock
into it, the warmth of her mouth making his whole body
tingle with pleasure. He grabbed her ears like handles
and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and choke,
wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for
everything a woman had done to him. Again and again he
rammed his turgid cock against her throat, her body
brutally pinioned between the two men, until she gagged
violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his
cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming
into her face, a feeling of power overwhelming him as
he took this cunt on her knees before him.
Jan thought she was going to die-that he was going to
kill her with his cock. Her cunt still ached from the
brutal fucking it was receiving, but was nothing
compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her
mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat. She began
gagging and retching as he forced it into her virgin
throat, her whole body spasming, rejecting what was
happening to it. No more! Her mind screamed as
blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into
her nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No
more! She wanted to scream as the man behind her ground
his hips against her soft ass-cheeks and groaned as he
spilled his seed into her, making her turn read in
shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back
and forth, a man's cock stabbing in and out of her
throat, fucking her face brutally, violently.
He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into
her face again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he
fucked her face. He wanted to tear her ears off, rip
her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and hate twisting
his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the
whore's cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy,
taking his turn at her cunt.
"Good fuck." Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his
feet, the others standing, cocks out, waiting their
turn now.
"Tight cunt," Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into
the bitch's cunt, slapping her ass for good measure.
Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and
began fucking her face harder, feeling her nose smash
beneath his onslaught, the warmth of her blood on his
pubis setting him off as he ground his cock deep inside
her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string
after string of come flooded down her throat into her
belly.
She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to
bleed and the cock in her throat begin to throb, the
smell of come joining the smell of shit and piss and
her own bile to make her spirit quail in humiliation
and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt as
the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face
to the floor, her cheek smearing the blood from her
nose with the slime in the floor to cover the side of
her face. Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell
over her face and into her mouth, but she didn't care,
didn't care about anything except having this end, of
having it over with, the pain, the terror, the
humiliation.
Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her,
reaching for her hair. The bitch needs it, needs to be
shown her place, he thought as he looked at her
battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an
offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood. All
cunts' need to be shown, he thought again, kicking her
in the belly as Gregory lifted her head and drove his
cock down her throat while Tommy continued to pork the
cunt from behind.
It began to whirl around her as cock after cock
violated her throat and cunt, the pain spreading to a
dull ache as the men spilled their come in her helpless
body, using her like a piece of meat for their
pleasure, her body a rag doll, twisted and torn this
way and that by their cocks. She shuddered and shook
and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, her mind
dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment
an eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down
her throat. Suddenly she felt something pressing
against her ass and she wanted to scream, to cry, to
fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands
holding her didn't let her do anything.
John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost
recovered as he watched John slide his wet cock from
the cunt's pussy and press it against her small
sphincter. "Give it to her in the ass!" he encouraged
John, "hurt the bitch." He saw the terror grip her body
as she felt what was about to happen to her, saw the
slight tensing of overused muscles, the sucking in of
her stomach, the quivering of her tits as they hung
beneath her, the tensing of her ass-cheeks, the frantic
movements of her bound hands as John held them to one
side. He heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her
wrists and lifted them above her back, watching in
pleasure as John's cock began to bend the tight flesh
of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as
he forced his cock inexorably downward.
She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into
her ass, pain greater than anything she had felt before
stabbing through her body as his cock popped past her
anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock in her
throat as more come flooded straight into her gut. It
felt like she was being torn apart, the cock driving
inch by inch into her virgin passage, the agony a fire
engulfing her ass, shooting through her nerves as she
shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in
rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams
and the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in
her ears as one of them began slapping the side of her
tits.
Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as
John forced his cock all the way into her ass and began
reaming her out, grimacing with the pain such a tight
fit afforded him, drawing his cock back slowly before
jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook
and screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock
as if it were in a vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped
the cunt's ass as he pulled out before jamming his cock
back into her clutching ass, watching the way his cock
disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body.
Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a
tearing of her insides, an explosion of pain, which
seemed never-ending. Her throat was raw from the throat
fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her nose
clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished
only for surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as
someone pulled at the nipples, but it was as nothing to
the agony coursing through her from her ass. She could
feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her
bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat
each time it moved.
Dan took his next turn on the cunt's ass, loving the
way it made her squeal and shudder in his grasp. He
finished in her cunt, sloppy from the other's come, her
body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly raped by
all six of them. She barely made a noise when he
slapped her ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he
spilled his seed inside her. This cunt had learned her
place-a piece of meat to be fucked and discarded.
She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists
finished using her, her whole body one mass of aching
pain. She stayed unmoving as hands rolled her onto her
back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of
tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from
the floor, her breasts red with small tears in the
flesh from the abuse they had taken, her lips swollen
and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and
hair covered with blood and come and shit. She groaned
weakly as she felt the first stream of piss against her
face, turning her battered face to one side as it
bounced from her teeth. A second, then third, stream
hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was
flooding over her body, her breasts, her cunt, her
hair, her mouth, her nose, her belly, as she writhed
weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week light
illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased
and the men left her there, a used doll, a broken
puppet they had used to release their hatred. She was
barely conscious enough to notice that T-Cup had
returned and was licking her face, whining softly.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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