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Against Her Will
By wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Date: 1996/11/05
***
An Asian girl has an encounter with three men, late at
night. (M+/F, nc, bd, asian, intr, tor, v)
***
PICTURE THIS: A young Asian girl of 19 years, standing
5'3" and weighing 102 lbs. A small pouty mouth, the ends
slightly turned down, and an Asian nose, joined with
long lashes on dark eyes with a European cast to create
a truly stunning beauty. Long black hair falling to the
small of her back frames her face, whose beauty is set
off and enhanced by teeth just slightly imperfect.
She has an aggressive yet friendly, and very attractive
personality, which she expresses through her clothes.
She usually wears faded denim jeans with a short button
down blouse which exposes her slender midriff when she
raises her arms. Her size B breasts fill out her blouse
perfectly, being more than ample for her lithe frame.
Instead of a bra, she usually wears a tank-top, which
reveals itself enticingly whenever her blouse slips
from her smooth, rounded shoulders. A small gold cross
always hangs around her neck, drawing attention to the
small, vulnerable spot just below her neck and above
her breasts. High tops and a backward baseball cap
usually sets off the ensemble, the cap only serving to
further enhance the beauty of her eyes, her skin, and
her face, by framing them.
Now she wished she hadn't stayed so late. 2 a.m. and
she was stuck in the bad part of town, almost an hour
walk to her place. She had thought she could catch the
last transfer, but she had been, to her dismay,
mistaken. Oh well, she thought, nothing wrong with the
weather, at least. And she was right: it was a
beautiful night. A slight mist occluded the blackness,
softening the streetlights as they spat out their dull
yellow light.
The moon was at half and waning, and the stars few and
far between. It was warm, almost 70, and just cut by a
soft, nipping breeze. She thanked god that it wasn't
cold, since she really hadn't dressed for it. She had
on faded denim hip-hugging jeans which she wore low on
her waist, exposing a flat, taunt stomach and a cute
inny belly-button. A denim jacket, just falling to her
waist, kept her warm, since her only top was a
sleeveless tank cut off just below her breasts, which
juggled slightly as she walked, free from the restraint
of a bra.
Well, she thought ruefully as she considered how she
was dressed, it had been a raging party, and she had
wanted to look hot, and she had, she knew. Not that she
was man crazy like some of the sluts there, but she
liked to look her best. She tossed her long braid --
she had braided it that evening so her hair fanned out
across the back of her neck and came up evenly across
her head, to fall in soft bangs across her forehead,
letting part of her ears poke out from beneath--and
caught it in her hand, twirling it around as she walked
briskly home.
She turned as she saw lights coming up behind her and
hoped the car would pass--she really didn't feel safe
in this neighborhood. She became more nervous when the
car did not pass, instead pulling up along side her,
slowing to match her pace. It was an old caddie, a bit
beat up, being driven by a white guy with two
passengers, the one riding shotgun a Mexican, the one
in the back black.
"Hey China Doll," the white one called out, "looking
sweet meat. Goin' to a pahty?" Now she was really
frightened, as well as indignant, and hugged her jacket
around her and picked up her pace, hoping the bastards
would just go away.
"Maybe we got a party for you right here, baby," the
black one called out. "We can make it a real multi-
cultural event." They all laughed. Son of a bitch she
thought, son of a bitch get me out of here. She quickly
turned a corner but the caddie followed.
"She don't look like she likes you Jackson," the
Mexican taunted as he leaned out the far window and
looked over the roof of the car. "Maybe she's one of
those hard ass ice-queen uppity chink cunts who thinks
she's better than us. Whaddya think, John, think she's
a dragon bitch?"
"She certainly ain't friendly," the white one replied,
"even though she's the tastiest dish I've seen in a
long time. Hey darlin', come on over here and say hi."
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Wasn't there anyone else around?
All the houses were black as she rushed past them,
almost running now but fearing to run.
"Mm mm," the Mexican called out, "seems like she don't
like any of us. Not even good enough for a glance."
"Hell, no split-tail gets away with treating me like
that," Jackson cried out from the back, swinging open
the back door.
The sound of the door opening startles her, and her
chest constricted in fear as she bolted forward, hoping
they will tire of the game or that she can escape
through speed.
"Hey!" she hears behind her and then the squeal of
tires and suddenly the caddie is across the sidewalk in
front of her, the black man climbing out of the back
seat and beginning to lunge toward her while the
Mexican swings himself over the hood of the car. She
stops and spins three steps to build up speed as she
tries to run, only to feel arms encircle her waist and
lift her from the ground.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! FIRE! MURDER! HELP! SOMEBODY!"
she screams at the top of her lungs as she struggles
against the man holding her. The Mexican comes up
before her and grabs her arms, and between them they
wrestle her screaming and thrashing into the back seat
of the caddie.
She had never been more frightened in her life as she
was tossed into the back of the caddie to be quickly
followed by two large male bodies. She put her back to
the door and kicked out with her feet and hit with her
hands, but the black man, Jackson, just grabbed her
again and threw her down across his and the Mexican's
lap. Strong hands gripped her wrists and held them
behind her back while more hands held her down. A hand
on her head pressed her face against the Mexican's
stomach, muffling her pleas and cries.
She trembled in abject terror as she heard and felt the
car take off, speeding quickly away from the scene of
the abduction. She could feel her own adrenaline rush
begin to freeze as her body realized there was nowhere
left to run. Her mind froze likewise in a state of
shock, reduced to an animal state of fear and waiting.
She could feel the adrenaline around her too, surging
through the car as the car surged forward to an unknown
destination. "Hey Jose," she heard Jackson ask, "What
now?"
"Now," Jose replied, "we go to the park. In the
meantime, you and me can have a little fun with the
cunt here." She could almost feel the feral grins they
gave each other over her prostrate body, and she
shuddered. A cold part of her mind calculated as Jose
grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head up and
began unzipping his fly while Jackson reached around
and under her and began unbuttoning her jeans. They
were going to rape her, this part of her mind said, and
you cannot fight them--try to talk.
"Let me go," she said, calmly, clearly, "I'm a human
being. I have feelings. You..."
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SPLIT-TAIL!" Jackson shouted,
overriding her, "A GODDAMNED CUNT! And I intend to get
me some! Now Jose, can't you shut the bitch up?"
"My pleasure," Jose replied, pulling free his cock and
pressing it against her full pouty lips.
"Now open up, China Doll, or you're going to be in a
world of hurt."
Her mind calculated, and she opened her mouth to take
the pole of flesh in. She was going to be raped, it
said, and she quailed inwardly. O.K. Now just try to
stay alive: do what they want and maybe they'll let you
go. It was why she remained still while Jose slowly
slid her head up and down on his staff, in and out of
her mouth, running the flesh across the soft warmth of
her lips. It was why she remained still while her jeans
and panties were pulled down around her knees and hands
began to rub and squeeze and pinch her ass and thighs.
"What a sweet ass," she heard, and jerked slightly as
fingers found their way to her vagina and began to stab
forward for entrance. Virginal! Part of her mind
screamed, wanting to thrash and bite and kick and kill.
She was a virgin! It screamed, and these stupid, sorry
sons of a bitch were going to take that from her, were
going to use her like a piece of meat and throw her
away. Better raped than dead, another part of her mind
asserted, and maintained a steely control.
"Got a sweet mouth on her too," Jose said. "Let's see
what you can do, sweet thing." He began to push her
head down, causing her to gag on his penis as it pushed
against her throat.
She reacted instinctively, trying to pull back, but his
hands were too strong, too insistent. She gagged once
as she felt his cockhead stab against her throat, and
then an awful tearing pain shot down her throat as it
popped in, and she gagged again as the full length of
it slid down her throat, her nose resting against his
pubic hair, her whole body shaking and jerking as she
retched, trying to dislodge his cock from her throat.
Her nostrils flared and her throat spasmed and she felt
like she was going to throw up, but she held the bile
that was rising in her throat down with an enormous
effort of will and stilled her breathing heavily
through her nostrils.
"Ahhh..." she heard Jose sigh, and was grateful he just
held her head there, did not try to move her. It wasn't
so bad now, and then she realized Jackson had a finger
up her vagina and was sawing it painfully in and out.
'Oh god, oh god, oh god, please make it stop!' she
thought, closing her eyes in silent prayer, a tear
leaking out the closed lid and dropping onto the thigh
of her abductor. Endure, the thought flashed across her
mind.
It was a nightmare ride, with Jose content to hold
himself in her throat, the motion of the car a slow
tantalization for him as he built ever nearer the
inevitable orgasm. Jackson took turns slapping her
asscheeks, pressing his fingers into her anus and
pussy, and pinching her thighs to make her squirm. It
was a relief when they stopped, even though she knew
what was next.
"Ready to go?" It was John.
"Just one minute," Jose interrupted, and began to jerk
his hips slightly up into her face, pushing his cock
even further up her throat, and back, and up. She knew
he was almost ready to come, and could feel the eyes of
his companions bore into the back of her head. They
were all waiting, waiting for Jose to fill her throat
with his come. Jackson had his index finger all the way
in her ass, making her feel bloated, and squeezed her
asscheek painfully in the other.
The hands on her head pressed her face painfully
against his groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her
throat and a warm sticky fluid coated her throat as he
moaned above her. Her throat spasmed to swallow it and
forced more from the tip of his cock -- it seemed like
it would never end. Slowly, though, it did, as his cock
stopped jerking and began to soften. It wasn't long
before it slid easily from her throat and Jose pulled
her head by the hair up and off his lap.
"Let's get her outside," he said to Jackson, who yanked
his finger from her ass, earning a yelp of pain and
surprise, and began pushing her from one end while Jose
pulled from the other. She stood dazedly for the first
time in what seemed like years, quickly pulling up her
pants, and holding them up while she turned around and
looked about her.
She was surrounded by the three, and for the first time
got a good look at them. Jose, the Mexican, was the
oldest at around twenty five years of age. He was about
5'10 and skinny, but she knew his wiry strength. He had
typical Mexican looks, although she saw a touch of
Spaniard in him.
Jackson, the black man, was 6' tall and medium build,
about twenty two years old. He was light for a black,
and had the slightly pockmarked skin that hinted at a
Caucasian ancestor. John, the white, was also 6', but
bulky, younger at twenty or twenty one, with that cross
between a mean and a sneaky hillbilly look that sent
shudders through anyone weaker that he was.
She was standing near the edge of an open field. The
park stretched in all directions while nearby was the
sandpit and the junglejim, where children might have
played were it safe. She saw a slide, two horses on
springs, a half-dome jungle bars, two sets of monkey
bars parallel to each other, a seesaw, swings, chin-up
bars of different levels, and a sandpit.
She turned back to Jose, who was casually leaning
against the trunk of the car while the two others eyed
her hungrily, and was about to speak when he simply put
his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion. She
swallowed and looked at him.
"It seems like you got the idea in the car," he said.
"It's easier to do what we say than to fight us."
She nodded at his pause.
"Don't worry; we just want to have a little fun."
Fun she thought wildly, fun!? You think rape is fun?
She wanted to scream. What about me! You're going to
rape me! You already have! She wanted to leap forward
and rip his eyes out, but she remained standing stock
still, unmoving. He smiled and slid his belt from
around his waist and doubled it up in his hands. "If
you don't cooperate, you're in for a lot of pain."
"SNAP!" He snapped the belt together.
"Now you have a choice: strip, or pain."
"SNAP!"
He was serious, she knew, but the cold part of her mind
resigned her, and she began to strip. First went the
shoes and socks, then the jeans, then the jacket. The
tank followed, revealing her firm, perfectly rounded
tits standing proudly high on her chest.
"Nice tits," John interjected.
"Nice piece," Jackson corrected.
She outwardly ignored them, although inwardly she
quailed. Why her? Why did they have to do this to her?
Anything, anything, to make it stop. Finally she slid
her panties down the smooth skin of her well shaped
legs and stood naked before her abductors, only the
cross still above and between her breasts, shivering a
little not from the night air but from the reaction and
shock of her situation.
"Damn, she ain't got no pubes," John blurted out.
"Ya she does," Jose said, walking up to her and running
his hands up between her legs until they brushed
against her mound. "These Chinese, their just sparse
down below."
She trembled at his touch, and the humiliation she had
and knew would endure.
"Lay down on your back, bitch," Jose commanded.
She slowly went to her knees and stretched out on her
back on the cool, damp grass, a little chill going up
her spine. She knew what was coming next.
"Spread your legs," he said almost wearily, and she
did, keeping her arms by her side and stiff as a board.
Yet even then she could not disguise the dainty beauty
that was hers.
She prepared herself for him to lie down on top of her,
so was surprised when he said, "Now, you've got ten
minutes to bring yourself off, or we're going to hurt
you, a lot." Her eyes widened in shock and she sat up
from the waist.
"What?" she asked.
"You heard me, cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "play
with yourself until you come or we hurt you bad. You
got ten minutes." The other two chuckled.
She was horrified. How could they expect anyone to do
that? Did they think she was going to enjoy it? It was
bad enough just being raped, but this was too much.
Endure, said a part of her, but this time she ignored
it, too horrified to think straight. "No," she stated
simply, and folded her legs Indian style, crossing her
arms to cover her breasts.
"Suit yourself," he said, and lit up a cigarette. "Nine
minutes."
She stared at him, her mind running through a thousand
scenarios. Try to flee while they seemed relaxed, but
they were watching her closely, leering and gaping at
her. Fight, but she couldn't. But she just couldn't do
what they asked. Do it, urged her mind, but she just
couldn't. She hadn't, not only never had a man, but she
had never touched herself there sexually either, and no
matter how much she feared them, she just couldn't do
it. She wanted to speak, to talk to them, to tell them
that she was human, that they shouldn't do this to her,
but she had tried that, and now feared to try again.
"Seven minutes."
"Four minutes."
He flicked the cigarette out and lit up another one.
"One minute."
She had not moved.
"Okay cunt, looks like you get to learn the hard way.
To the horse, boys."
She didn't resist as John and Jackson each grabbed her
under the armpit and lifted her to her feet. She
wondered for a moment what Jose was getting out of the
trunk of the car, but then her attention was focused on
the horse as the two men forced her to kneel behind the
spring mounted toy.
"Drape her over it," she heard Jose say, and rough
hands grabbed her and forced her torso over the horse,
the hard plastic saddle uncomfortably digging into her
stomach and chest, but her head and ass hanging just
free of the horse. She looked over at Jose and
shuddered when she saw him holding a few lengths of
rope and a large duffle bag.
"Please don't do this," she begged as he bent down
before her and began to tie her wrists together
underneath the horse, the coarse rope chaffing her
wrists. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."
"You had your chance, cunt," he spit out, his cold eyes
looking into hers as he secured her bound wrists to the
bottom of the spring.
She saw him glance down at her braid as it fell to the
side and landed softly on the ground near his feet.
"Now it's time for us to have some fun."
She wanted to spit in his face as he smiled; damn him,
she thought, damn him. How could he do this? And why
her? She knew the answer to that, because she had been
available.
She screwed up her pretty Asian face as her abductors
grabbed her legs and straightened them underneath her,
tying her calves on either side of the spring. Trussed
like a Christmas hog, she thought as the strain on the
back of her thighs and calves increased as they pulled
down the front of the horse slightly and ties it that
way, so that her torso was now slightly slanted
downward with her ass high in the air. She blushed as
she realized her position, with her shapely legs
straining at the unnatural position, revealing every
delicious curve, her ass, with it's fine, rounded ass
cheeks, were thrust up for view, and her anus and
vagina lewdly exposed.
She jerked in her bonds with a start as someone slapped
her and John said, "Just the right height for fucking."
"And this little cunt's tighter than a twelve year
old," Jackson said.
"You'd know," Jose chipped in.
"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, my man."
She smelt the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and just
wished they'd get on with it, get it over with.
Suddenly she screamed as she felt a cigarette pressed
against the exact center of her left ass cheek.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed, jerking and causing the
horse to sway back and forth as Jose moved the
cigarette to her other ass cheek, sending stabbing pain
shooting through her nerves. She heard her scream
swallowed by park, and panic began to well in her as
Jose said, "Now it's time to party!"
"Whack!"
"Uhhgg," she grunted as the first belt landed across
her slender shoulders.
"Whack!"
"Ah," as her lower back took the blow.
"Whack!"
"Aaaaahhrrgg!" she wailed as the belt struck across her
burned ass cheeks, seeming to send hot nails into her
flesh.
"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!"
Now all three of them had their belts off and were
pummeling her mercilessly, sending her body bucking and
thrashing in her bonds in pain, incoherent pleas and
cries coming from her mouth as she begged them to stop
between screams of agony. Anything, her mind cried,
anything to make them stop.
The pain seemed to reach a plateau, an unbearable level
where the beating became a dull background to the
constant throbbing agony in her body. Then it suddenly
skyrocketed, and blackness clouded her vision as a belt
slapped wetly against her cunt, sending sharp shards of
pain lancing through her body and mind.
Again as agony flared through her groin, making the
pain in the rest of her body recede into a dull ache.
Her voice was raw from screaming and when the belt
landed a third time the agony blinded her for a moment.
"Whip that cunt!" she heard vaguely through her own
screams, and then, "I've got to have me a piece of that
pussy!" and suddenly the whipping stopped and hands
were gripping her hips. Fire still lanced through her
pussy as she jerked away from the cock pressing
insistently at her virgin opening.
She screamed again, her voice deep and raw, as he
forced his cock head into her cunt. It was like a ring
of fire burning up her cunt. Her wail petered out into
a grunt as he forced himself all the way into her, his
hips slamming painfully into her tenderized ass.
Raped, she thought dizzily, raped brutally,
mercilessly. Beaten and raped. She felt like she had
been torn apart down there as he began taking short
stabs into her, grinding his cock inside her, finding
her moisture deep in her pussy and spreading it around
to give himself a better ride. "Fucking tight as a
virgin. Sweet and smooth," she heard him say, Jackson
she identified through the haze of pain.
Her head was jerked up violently by her hair. "Give me
that pouty little mouth of yours, bitch," John snarled
as he pressed his cock against her lips. Her mouth
opened with a grunt as Jackson slammed hard into her
pussy and John's cock slid into her mouth, distending
her lips. He forced it quickly down her throat,
bruising her nose painfully with his pelvis, and then
began brutally raping her mouth. It was a nightmare of
pain, her whole body shaking with tension, sweat
standing out on her smooth skin as she trembled in
agony.
Finally the pain began to recede as they worked up a
rhythm, fucking her face and cunt workmanlike, driving
into her violated body evenly, prolonging their
pleasure. Her brain could no longer sort out the
overwhelming sensations being forced upon her body. Her
pussy was a burning mass of swollen flesh, swelling
even more under his pummeling, while her face and
throat were sharp jagged edges of sensation.
Her pussy started throbbing in time with his thrusts,
each throb so powerful it sent clouds of blackness
across her vision. A wispy, fluttering sensation
started in the pit of her stomach, drawing in her tiny
waist as her stomach muscles tensed. She wasn't
thinking anymore, she couldn't think. Her whole body
was just a piece of raw sensation.
A finger found its way into her asshole, adding to a
mounting pressure filling her body. Black clouds
floated continuously before her vision, interrupted by
stinging points of light. The wispy fluttering grew
into an insistent buzzing sensation, and spread
throughout her body. Her breasts felt heavy and her
nipples swollen as the sensation grew stronger, more
powerful, making her body involuntarily hump against
the horse.
"Fuck yah!"
"Ride 'em cowboy!"
"Gook bitch loving every second of it!"
Her lithe, slender body was shaking and humping
uncontrollably now, the sensations assailing it
overwhelming. She didn't want it to stop but she wanted
it to end--it was too much. As she felt John's come
slide down her throat lights danced before her eyes,
her whole body tensed, small, clawed animals seemed to
be scratching along her every nerve as she climaxed,
bucking and jerking in her bonds against her rapist's
cocks.
Her pussy spasmed time and time again, sending jolting
shocks of pleasure through her stunned mind, drawing an
inarticulate yell from Jackson as he shot his come deep
inside her. She shook like that for a long time while
waves of pleasure rolled through her, the two men
holding their softening cocks inside her while her
climax slowly petered out until she lay limp, still
bound, over the spring horse.
"Damn!" she heard one of them say, which one she didn't
know, "the cunt freaked out!"
"Come on, lets get her on the grass." That was Jose.
She felt them untying her and lifting her body from the
horse. She was in a state of lassitude, her body slick
with her sweat, a sickening feeling slowly growing in
her as she fully realized what had happened. She had
come, for the first time in her life, she had orgasmed,
and it had been while being brutally raped.
Part of her mind wailed at the degradation she had
endured; another part snapped at her, calling her a
whore, a slut, to enjoy what these men had done to her.
It took all her willpower to keep from breaking into
tears.
They laid her down on the grass near the playground and
she heard Jose command, "on your knees, bitch." She
painfully straightened herself, her muscles and ass
aching, and adjusted herself so that she was on her
knees, her ass resting on her heels, her slender
Eurasian body swaying slightly in the night, feeling
Jackson's come oozing from her cunt onto her thighs.
Jose was sitting cross-legged in front of her, naked
except for his socks.
"You know, China girl," he said, "I've never seen a
cunt cum so hard in my entire life."
She cringed inwardly, her mind calling her a worthless
sex crazed slut.
"You're some piece of ass," he continued. "Sooo.... I'm
going to give you a break. You come over here and fuck
me good, and I'll let you go," she saw him shoot a
quick scowl at his companions. "But if you don't make
me come in 8 minutes, I'm going to fuck you up the ass.
Got it?" With that he laid onto his back, his cock
lying hard against his stomach and his hands supporting
his head.
"Please," she begged, "don't."
"Seven minutes and 45 seconds."
Choking down a sob, she crawled over to him, carefully
straddling his body, her form beautiful in the
moonlight, her long brain falling down her back. Oh
god, she said to herself, he's making me rape myself.
She hung her head in humiliation as she reached under
herself, her braid falling against his chest, and
guided his cock against her slit, wet from her own come
and Jackson's.
She closed her eyes and a tear slipped between the long
lashes to trickle down her face, lighting up her
beautiful cheekbones as she slowly lowered herself onto
his cock, feeling it slide smoothly in her well
lubricated passageway. She began to rock back and
forth, supporting herself above him on her hands, her
breasts swaying beneath her as she worked his cock
inside her cunt.
Part of her cowered in humiliation, making her actively
participate in her own rape. The other part screamed,
"SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" over and over as she worked him
inside her, hoping beyond hope she could make him come
and he would let her go.
"Seven Minutes," one of the others cried out.
She began to hump faster, the muscles in her gorgeous
thighs straining as she fucked her rapist. Her breath
came faster as she worked harder, and she sucked in her
lower lip to keep from sobbing as she felt a warm glow
of pleasure spread out from her pussy. Oh god what kind
of whore was she, she thought as she dropped to her
elbows, her chest against his now, her head against his
neck, her legs still bent beneath her.
"Six Minutes."
She humped into him harder, focusing her mind on making
him come, trying to ignore the pleasure which washed
through her with every roll of his cock within her,
with every blow of her pelvis against his.
"Five Minutes."
Five minutes her mind echoes. Five more minutes. His
hands were gripping her tenderized ass now, sending
shards of pleasure through to her cunt. She was
breathing heavily now, her hands gripping his
shoulders.
"Four Minutes."
She was working for her own release now, lost in her
own pleasure. "Good," she whispered, "so good," knowing
he could hear her, knowing she was a slut. All that
mattered now was the orgasm which was building, slowly
building, slowly reaching into her body and strumming
every nerve, from her neck to her groin to her toes.
"Three Minutes."
She felt his hand grip the back of her head and pull
her face toward his. His tongue stabbed between her
lips and she opened to him, feeling the warm caress of
his mouth, sending chills down her spine. Her hips
worked rhythmically now, pushing her ever closer.
"Two Minutes."
She gasped, breaking contact with his mouth, sliding
her lips down his neck, breathing hotly against him,
her hands digging into his shoulders as her body began
shaking uncontrollably, the muscles on her thighs
ridges of effort, her nipples hard against his rough
chest.
"One Minute."
She was close, so close. Her teeth found his neck, her
hands were claws against his shoulders, her ass a blur
of motion as she humped against him. She felt his hands
like hot pokers digging into her ass cheeks, driving
her ever higher and closer. She could feel him tensing
beneath her. Close...close....
"TIME!"
"NOOOO!" she cried as she was grabbed by the hips and
practically thrown from him, his cock jerking wildly in
the air as he stood. "NOOOO!" she cried again, not when
she was so close! She was on her knees, her arms raised
in supplication when he struck her across the face.
"Cunt!" he snarled. "Fucking goddamned cunt!" as he
send her sprawling onto her side.
She felt him on top of her immediately, roughly
throwing her onto her stomach, slapping the back of her
head as her forced her legs apart. Her slender hips
were jerked back and she felt his hands pull her ass
apart, his cock pressing against her virgin anus.
"No," she muttered, her body burning with unfulfilled
lust as the first shock of pain hit her as he forced
himself brutally into her ass. "AAAAHHHHGGGG!" she
screamed, earning another slap to the back of her head.
She grunted in pain now as he forced himself further
into her, her body riding on a razors edge of pain and
lust, her clit buzzing angrily as her body seemed to be
torn apart and expanded as he stretched her ass wide
with his cock.
"Uhg! Uhg! Uhg," she grunted in time to his thrusts as
her rapist fucked her ass with the full length of his
cock. The pain increased, blending in with the lust to
send her spiking toward a peak of sensation, an
overwhelming, unbearable state of incompletion.
She felt him jerk her ass back against him, holding
himself there as he filled her with his come, and she
didn't know if she wanted him to stop or not. All she
knew was that her body was as tight as a bowstring,
every muscle in her lithe Asian body thrumming as if it
had been just plucked, every nerve on fire.
The cock popped out of her ass, leaving a void; she
wanted, needed to be fucked. Her pussy was swollen,
throbbing with pleasure and pain. Her breasts felt like
they were ready to burst, and she couldn't stop
shaking.
Hands gripped her from the front and from behind,
lifting her to her hands and knees.
"Suck it bitch," it was Jackson as he pushed his cock
against her full lips. She quickly obliged, sliding it
into her mouth as she felt John press his cock against
her stretched ass. She cried out through hollowed
cheeks as she was doubly impaled, the sharp pain, the
sharp pleasure, of it taking her breath away.
They were fucking her, one her ass, one her throat, as
if she were a piece of meat, and she felt like one,
felt like a raw exposed nerve they were scratching at.
She reached beneath herself, jamming her fingers
against her clit and into her cunt, brutally driving
herself closer to release.
She seemed to slip out of her body for a moment, to see
the lewd picture she presented to the world. Her lithe
Asian body buffeted back and forth between two men, her
breasts swaying as she was jerked back and forth by
their thrusts.
Her throat bulging with the cock of a man who held
either side of her head in his hands, sawing his cock
back and forth between her full red lips as his balls
slapped against her chin and her long braid brushed
against his leg. Her legs spread lewdly and her anus
grossly stretched by the cock plowing in and out of it.
Most lewd of all though was her hand reaching back to
her cunt, mauling her clit and pussy as her narrow
waist and stomach heaved in lust.
Her breath shot explosively from her nose as John's
balls slapped again against her cunt, his cock sending
jagged shard of pain through her anus which only drove
her to greater heights of lust. Her throat felt raw and
abused, and every time his pelvis slammed into her face
made her quiver with desire. She couldn't take it any
more; it was too much. She gripped her clit between her
fingers and drover her fingernails hard into it.
Everything seemed to explode at once, as lights danced
before her eyes. Unbearable pleasure rocked through
her, sending her body spasming uncontrollably, her cunt
sucking and gasping and roiling with her ass in
ecstatic orgasm. Her fingernails dug deeper into her
clit as bolt after bolt of ecstasy shocked her, each
greater than the last.
She was choking around the cock in her throat, but she
didn't care, her slender body turned into a bucking
bronco her rapists could barely control. Somewhere far
off she felt them fill her with their come, which only
sent her higher.
She collapsed slowly to the ground as they let go of
her, darkness alternating with the lights before her
vision as orgasm after orgasm rocked through her body.
Finally she seemed to be swimming a darkness of
unbearable pleasure, and then all went black.
The three men stood back and looked at their prize, a
19 year old Asian girl, beautiful, passed out from
pleasure, in amazement. Jose spoke first.
"That is some fuck!"
"She'd fuck an army and keep on going." That was
Jackson.
"She's going to break us." John.
"Never seen anything like it!" Jose.
"Freaky!" Jackson.
"The more we give her, the more she gets off." Jose.
They were all silent for a moment. John smiled.
"I bet I could give her something she couldn't take."
"You're on," Jackson said. "How much?"
"50 bucks."
"You're on."
"Then give me a hand, boys."
She slowly came to, her head throbbing, her whole body
aching. She shook her head to clear it, but it made her
dizzy and sent pain throbbing through her forehead. She
opened her eyes and looked at the ground just one foot
below her, and groaned in realization and discomfort as
she realized her predicament. They had somehow hung her
upside down.
She tried to move her arms and found them bound behind
her back, a rope running around her waist to secure
them there, and when she shifted herself, fiery,
scraping pain lanced across her labia. She looked up
and saw that her legs were spread wide and each of her
knees had been hooked over one of the monkey bars,
three feet apart, her calves tied down across the top
of the bars.
The inner tendons on her legs stood out starkly, and
the strain of the metal against her knees, angled as it
was, was agonizing. Her eyes focused more and she
realized that one of her rapists had taken two pieces
of thin, coarse, rope and used it to pull her labia
wide apart, exposing her inner-self tying it off to her
arms. Each little motion caused the rope to slide
against her labia, causing her excruciating pain. Her
hair fell to the ground, picking up sand as she slowly
swaying back and forth, her whole body in agony. The
voice of John focused her.
"Ah, the whore's awake." He knelt down in front of her
and began idly flicking her nipples, making her squirm
and jog the ropes across her labia. "We're going to
really hurt you now, but then we're going to fuck you,
so you shouldn't mind." He smiled at her and she
shuddered.
"Please don't," she begged. "Please let me go."
"I don't think so," he said, and picked up his belt.
"Okay, guys, lets get to work."
"No!! PLEASE!" she begged as Jose and Jackson knelt to
either side of her, each of them holding a pair of
pliers in one hand and saps in the other. She began
screaming even before John brought the first blow of
the belt down against her gaping cunt and ass.
She was in a blaze of agony before the first five
minutes were up, her cunt a swollen mass of pain from
the relentless beating and her breasts bruised masses
of throbbing flesh as each man took her nipple in their
pliers and squeezed hard before pulling it far from her
body, stretching her round breasts into long, distended
cones, and then striking the sides of them with their
saps.
Occasionally her nipple would slip from the grip of the
pliers, and they would have to require a grip, sending
fresh blades of agony through her body as they beat and
twisted and mashed her sex organs mercilessly.
By the end of ten minutes she was screaming silently,
her voice shrieked out, her body seeming to slip away
from her in a haze of pain. When they finally stopped
after fifteen minutes of torture, she was no longer
really present in her body.
She was there, in a small corner of her mind, and she
knew there was a battered animal, pain inflaming every
portion of its mass, its throat silently screaming
itself raw, hanging upside-down, but it wasn't her. It
wasn't the slim, confident, brassy young Asian girl
which had been coming home from a party a few hours
ago; it was just a piece of meat hanging by tenterhooks
while three men abused it.
Even when they cut her down, and the renewed agony of
movement threatened to pull her into its pain, she
managed to stay above it, to ride out the agony. And
when John laid her on her back in the sand and pushed
her legs to either side of her head, revealing a cunt
that was a swollen red mass of flesh and tits that were
black and blue and swollen almost twice their size and
torn and seeping blood, she screamed at him, NO! You
can't mean to fuck her! No!
When he plunged into the body she watched it shudder in
unbearable pain, its mouth open, screaming yet silent,
its eyes glassy, its face a mask of shock and pain. She
watched him fuck it brutally, and she felt it tug at
her, trying to pull her down into its whirlpool of
agony.
Each violent thrust rocked the slender body, and she
felt herself rocking with it, tendrils of pain reaching
out and encircling her. Nooo! She screamed as she was
pulled down, down, down.
"AAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed, her voice returning as
every bit of torture she had endured seemed to hit her
at once. Her body bucked up against her rapist as he
slammed back down into her, driving her insane with
pain. She seemed to pass beyond some threshold of agony
where her brain short-circuited and she came, she came
screaming her lungs out and bucking like a woman gone
insane, practically throwing John from her as her body
exploded in agony and orgasm.
Consciousness slipped from her and returned, and she
was still coming, still in the throws of the most
painful and the most pleasurable sensations of her
young life. She drifted in and out, sensing when John
finally came inside her, sensing when he let her go to
flop helplessly on the ground, bucking her way through
an impossible orgasm, wailing like a woman possessed,
kicking and flailing about. Her hands gripped her cunt
against her will and sent her even further into orgasm,
fluid spraying from her cunt in gushes, wetting the
sand beneath her.
When she finally stilled, she lay looking up at the
stars, the pain returning slowly, but she didn't care.
Nothing would ever be like that again, she knew. She
also knew it would take weeks, if ever, to recover from
the beating she had received, but she didn't care.
She didn't care when they still didn't leave her alone,
when they picked her limp form up and laid it out
across the see-saw, placing her head down near the end
where the hand grips were, her body angled up. She did
not resist, could not resist, when they tied her arms
together underneath the see-saw board--she was too
exhausted, too much in pain, too much feeling the
aftereffects of the torment and ecstasy her rapists had
inflicted upon her. Her legs were brought up and tied
to the top of the hand grips, leaving her ass and
pussy, swollen an angry red, lewdly exposed.
My breasts ache, she thought, knowing they were ugly
masses of black and blue flesh, and grunted in pain as
Jose entered her sopping pussy, fucking her slowly and
evenly. She felt her body respond, and she closed her
eyes as another orgasm washed over her, for the moment
sparing her from the pain of her body. For the
following hour and a half they took turns at her like
that, sometimes fucking her in the ass, sometimes in
her abused cunt, driving her to orgasm after orgasm
until she was floating in a haze of sleep and
pleasure/pain.
Then they left her, tied to the see-saw, and she dozed
for a while. The false dawn and the sound of voices
awoke her; it was two members of the 12th street gang,
and they laughed when they found her, and slapped her
ass and her tits, causing her to scream. And then they
fucked her, making her body, wracked with pain, jerk
into orgasm yet again and again. When dawn finally
came, they untied her, saying Jose told them to, and
went away.
Crawling over to her clothes seemed the most difficult
thing she had ever done before she tried to put them
on. They had left her money so she took a cab home,
collapsing on the couch of her college apartment. As
she fell asleep, the throbbing agony in her body
matching her heartbeat, her hand found her cunt and
brought her to another release.
THE END
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This story contained gratuitous violence and was written
as an adult fantasy. Children should not be subjected to
such material. Presumably adults can tell the difference
between reality and fantasy, children have to experience
more of life to do the same. Keep this and all erotic
stories away from children. Thanks you.
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