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Grabbed From Behind
by 14bees (justforpenguins@gmail.com)

***

A man assists beautiful redhead with her classes and is 
humiliated by her in front of her friends so he decides 
to even up the score. (MMF, nc, rp, v, bd, mc, tor)

***

A light rain fell that evening. The sky was mostly 
clear, save for the few thunderheads broiling overhead. 
You sniffed the fragrant evening summer air. It smelled 
like rain. It smelled like familiarity to you. 

You were waiting for a taxi. It was late; you had just 
finished an evening class

My hand went over your mouth so you wouldn't scream in 
shock. 

Your cute baby blue umbrella fell to the ground.

You felt yourself being dragged away from the road. 
Then all went black, as you were blindfolded-tightly.

NOW... 

You sense that you've been tossed into the back of a 
cargo van, the carpet smells of dirt and you feel 
debris on your cheek.

It clings to the wet streams of the tears you shed, 
that have escaped from the corners of your eyes and run 
down your cheeks.

Schippa, schippa... the sound of large shears is 
unmistakable. You feel the point press into your back, 
warningly.

"Keep quiet" I hiss into your ear. My hot breath causes 
tingles to rush up your spine

Then you feel the cold metal blade slip into your 
sleeve.

With a few deft cuts up the sleeve and through the 
neck, half of your blouse is splayed open.

Next, the other sleeve is chopped through and the whole 
blouse is finished.

I haul the fabric out from under you.

You cry out in surprise.

"I said be quiet. I guess I'm gonna have to use this."

I straddle your back and you can feel my erection 
tauntingly press into your back...warning you of what's 
bound to come next.

(And yes, the pun was intended!)

You feel me pry open your mouth and then something that 
feels like a ping pong ball is shoved into your mouth 
and before you can spit it out again, a gag is tied 
over your mouth.

The scissors shriek as the blades fly apart. You feel 
their sharp edges poke your back above and below your 
bra strap. You can't yet tell that two dots of blood 
are left on your pale flesh, when the scissors leave 
your flesh and in an implosive slash of steel; your bra 
is cut to ribbons. 

The tattered lace is torn from under you.

You are completely disoriented. All of this has 
happened in the... what... 5... 10 minutes since you 
were waiting for a taxi outside of school.

Still straddling your back, you feel me take your right 
wrist and bend your arm at the elbow. Several coils of 
rope are looped over your upper arm and wrist and tied 
snugly in place. You realise you can't move your arm 
properly anymore. 

Then the same happens to your left arm.

"I bet you don't even remember me, do you; you stuck up 
bitch? You think you're so good. Well, you're nothing, 
and I'll show you before the night's up."

You try to place the voice... try to figure out what 
you might have done to whom and when.

You make a muffled cry.

I take your left hand, form it into a fist, and cover 
it with what seems to be a bandanna. Then you feel me 
wrap duct tape around, around, and around your wrist 
until your fist is a helpless ball.

"Give me your other hand, wench." 

The action is repeated and soon you're halfway to being 
immobilised. 

"You're gonna have a busy night bitch. I hope you 
didn't have any plans." 

In your mind, you seem to recognise the voice. It 
sounds like some geeky guy who helped you with all of 
your math labs and then asked you to go out for a bite 
to eat. You treated him like a toad and you figured he 
was gone for good. 

Well I'm not! 

You thrash around, trying to turn yourself over, but 
your arms bound like a two useless bird wings- serve 
you no use. 

I take your feet, each in turn and using the SHEARS of 
DOOM, slice through your shoelaces and easily remove 
your shoes, then your socks. 

Then the cold metal contacts your right heel and I chop 
through your pant leg effortlessly. As more and more 
flesh is revealed, I caress your exposed flesh as I 
press your foot against my straining erection. I laugh 
as I see you impotently turn your blind head, as if you 
might see what was happening. 

"We could have had a really good time JJ, but you 
turned into a real bitch once you couldn't get anymore 
help from me," 

I cut through the rest of your pants and a yank and bit 
of denim burn, you're left in only your panties, which 
I pull down slowly, fingering that heavenly space under 
your bum cheeks and I stroke your furry lips. 

Taking more rope, I bend each of your legs as tightly 
as possible and bind them both, starting from the 
ankles and working well up your shins. Trussed up as 
you are you're not going anywhere and are COMPLETELY at 
my mercy. 

I take the gag off your mouth and while pointing the 
shears into your neck, say, "now you better not thing 
of making even a peep." I reach into your mouth and 
take out the ping-pong ball and you feel me replace it 
with your wadded up panties. A thick layer of duct tape 
seals the deal. 

"Now, I'll be right back. I just have to take these 
clothes to the school's trash incinerator." 

You hear the sound of a grocery bag being stuffed and 
then you hear me leave the van.

Doors are locked and you are left to shiver in 
uncertainty, confusion and regret. 

The van door opens and I get in and start the engine.

After driving in silence for a long time, I finally 
speak to you. "You're going to learn what it means to 
be a slutty piece of meat to be passed around. You're 
friends should really be seeing this, you didn't mind 
passing every exam we had this semester, but you also 
didn't mind treating me like a piece of shit either, 
did you?" 

"Mmmmmph, mmmmmm.... mmmmnn..." you try to defend 
yourself, although you know I've got you pegged. 

I reach my right hand behind the driver's seat and, 
leaning over toward you, grasp a huge hank of your 
pretty red locks. I steadily tug it tightly and your 
head comes off the van's dirty floor. You feel a sharp 
tug and give a gagged yelp. 

Laughing cruelly, I ask, "How do those panties feel in 
your mouth? A little dry?" I draw my arm closer to me, 
pulling you closer to me by just your hair. "I can't 
fuckin' wait to get into it with you. Oooohhh!!" It 
seems I am growling with lust, just below the surface. 
Quickly, I let go of your hair and your head falls to 
the van floor. "Ha, ha, ha!" 

I am relishing the sound of your whimpering. 

After a long drive, you feel the van come to a stop. 
"Wait here." I say. It's not as if you have a choice at 
all.

I leave the van and you hear me talking with someone. 
There's laughing and you can tell we are getting 
closer. The van door opens and you hear another man 
gasp is surprise and whistle his approval. "This must 
be the one you keep talking about, eh?" he asks me. 

"Oh yeah, this is her." 

"She's a pretty looking thing, isn't she?" The man's 
voice sounds older and like that of an older man who 
smokes and drinks very seriously. 

"She won't be the same once I'm done with her" I said. 
"Hand me that blanket, would you Hal?" 

You hear the flapping sound of a blanket being spread 
out on the ground. You feel the van's suspension give 
as you hear me climb into the back of the van. Now I 
have a thick handful of your precious hair once again, 
you feel yourself being gradually pulled upward, and 
you pivot on your bum so that now you're facing the 
back doors of the van. I drag you to the edge of the 
van, over the filthy carpet, as pebbles and bits of 
debris scratch up your soft, sweet smelling skin. 
"Gimme a hand here Hal." 

"I'd like to give HER a hand." says Hal, a bit too 
lustily for your liking. You once again realise that 
you are completely naked, in a strange place. You begin 
to convulse in panic, but you are bound up tightly and 
are being gagged with your own panties. Your stomach is 
in knots. You're cold and scared and your scalp is sore 
from the abuse it's sustained from being pulled. 

Two sets of hands pick you up and you feel yourself 
being carried a few feet. Hal's hands feel rough and 
calloused on your smooth, white skin. Suddenly you feel 
your furry lips being pinched roughly; seems to have 
been Hal. 

"MmmmmmmmnMahhhhhhhnhh!!" you gasp in a surprised, mute 
protest. 

Once you're laid down on the scratchy wool blanket, you 
feel the four corners of it being folded up around you. 
I grab the bindle we've formed and hoist you up, 
heaving you over my shoulder like some spitefully horny 
Saint Nick. 

The bumping of my steps goes on and on as Hal and I 
walk down several hallways and through many doors.

"Have Pete bring a big mattress down to Common Room 6, 
eh Hal?" 

"Sure thing," he replies. You hear the crackle of a 
walkie-talkie as he does so. 

After a few more doors and corners with you trussed up 
and bundled up like today's catch... oh yeah, you ARE 
today's catch, aren't you...we emerge through one last 
set of doors. I sling the bundle of you over my 
shoulder and THUMP you go onto the rug. 

"Have yourselves comfortable. Glad you didn't have to 
miss this Pete. Why don't you hit those lights?" 

You hear Pete moving around, flicking on about three 
lamps. "When we gonna see her?" asks Pete. 

"Right now." I say. I open the bundle and spread the 
blanket out. "Ha, ha, ha. Hey Hal, I didn't know if 
you'd be able to get it up." 

"Wait'll you get a look at it; it ain't small, eh!" 
says Hal. 

I start to take off my clothes and pile them onto a 
chair. You lie helplessly on your back like a turtle, 
quietly whimpering. "She seems a little lifeless, 
doesn't she, eh boys?" Taking my belt in one hand, I 
flip you over so that you are now perched awkwardly on 
your knees and elbows. 

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

I deliver a few blows with my belt and you scream 
behind your gag and flail your head from side to side 
as each cheek is struck. Your breathing becomes fast 
and deep.

Flipping you back over, I say, "She looks perkier now, 
eh lads? Look at those tits." I fall into a kneeling 
position with your left foot propped against my 
stomach; your leg between mine. You feel my thick, 
throbbing cock, pulsing with my racing heartbeat, 
against your left cheek and your still furry lips. I 
glide my hands over your stomach and across your ribs 
and cup the sides of your breasts in my strong hands. 
Now you feel me pinching your nipples and tugging them 
upward, deforming the beautiful shape of your breasts 
and causing you to whimper again. 

"Watch this boys!" You feel one hand leave your left 
breast and you wonder what's about to...  quickly rip 
the duct tape off your mouth. You flinch. Pivoting my 
hips slightly, you feel the engorged head of my cock 
press against your, as yet, red fuzzy lips. "You can 
say anything you want here bitch. Nobody here is on 
your side. We just want you on your back." 

The other guys and I all laugh hard at this. "Geez Hal, 
you might split her in half with that thing." I yank 
your panties out of your mouth at last. You draw a deep 
breath. 

"What do you want from me? Who is this? Is this you 
Muin? Math class...Muin, it IS you. If you don't let me 
go you're going to be..." Your sissy attempt to take 
control of the situation is cut short as I force your 
dewy lips apart, moistened by my pre-cum and fired by 
my desire to poke the fuck out of your womb. "Auuuugh!" 
you scream as my rigid head sinks into you. 

"NO! NO! No pleeaasse... it huuuurrts..." you splutter. 
However, I'm just dipping my head in and out... in and 
out... in and out. Out I come from your tightness with 
a soft pop. Gee, I guess you really weren't ready. 
Awwwwwwwwww. 

I reach down into your pubes with three fingers, grab a 
pinch of pubes right next to your skin and pluck them 
out. You yelp. "Fuck boys, she doesn't like that, eh?" 
I pluck out a few more as though I were cleaning a game 
bird of feathers. 

Then, I as I you brace yourself for the next assault, 
feeling my fingers grab the largest hank of your pubes, 
you also feel me reach up and pinch your right nipple 
hard. This makes you gasp loudly. Just then, I tear out 
your curly red pride AND thrust myself all the way into 
you quickly. 

You open your mouth, wailing. Soon though, you feel a 
very long and thick cock being pushed into your mouth. 
"Why don't you suck me now." This sounds like Pete. You 
try to resist, but he keeps entering your face as you 
try to pull away. SMACK! He hits your face soundly. 
"None of that now, you little whore." 

I pull out of your pussy and work two-handedly at 
yanking out your pubes, sprig after sprig after 
agonizing sprig. 

"Let me show you how we did that on the farm." says 
Hal. You feel his rough hands spread your bound legs 
widely apart. He then kneels between them and starts 
ripping out little tufts of your pubes, quickly, with 
both hands. 

The sound of your screaming comes clearly from your 
throat, despite the cock nestled there. Your wincing is 
glorious. Hal works with only one hand for a moment and 
then suddenly, you feel as though a cucumber is being 
forced into you. Wider and wider, you stretch as Hal 
crams himself into you despite your wriggling protests. 
Just then, your blindfold is yanked off and you see me 
holding it in my left hand as I videotape you with the 
other. 

"Ha, ha, ha! Look at you, you look like you've never 
been gangfucked before." 

Pete holds you by the temples and slides his twitching, 
veiny cock in and out of your throat. "Pete, you better 
come here and take the camera; I need to get something 
into JJ's head so that she'll never think about things 
the same again. 

He reluctantly withdraws from your mouth-then rams 
himself into your throat, balls deep one last time. 
"What's that?" he asks me. 

"My cock!" I growl. 

"Hal, take a break, go get the measuring cup, like a 
good boy. Why don't you start us off." 

"Awwwwww, Muin, can't I just..." he starts. 

"Patience Hal, and do as I say, okay?!" 

I hand over the video camera to Pete, his slimy cock 
still involuntarily bobbing up and down. "All of us 
want to have you. These men are lonely here on the 
midnight shift at the psych ward. I work here part-
time. Hell, the inmates are even worse. They don't even 
get to see a woman usually. And then all of a sudden 
little YOU shows up!" I drop to my knees and stroke my 
cock just inches from your face so that I'm as hard as 
I could possibly be...so that my vengeful, blood 
engorged cock will be the battering ram you will come 
to know so well." 

My jaw makes a motion as though I was chewing something 
and you hear a sloshing from just within my closed 
mouth. I poke your cheek with my swollen head. You try 
to turn your head away from it but I turn you back 
toward me. I am drinking up the look of despair in your 
eyes. 

My hands firmly pry open your mouth and you expect me 
to give you my cock; instead, I bring my face close to 
yours. It looks as though I am about to kiss you but I 
open my mouth and let the hot mouthful of my spit 
dribble into your mouth slooooooowly. 

I can see that you are repulsed but I have my fingers 
holding your mouth open like I was opening a bear trap 
and you just keep receiving my gob. 

Pete is zooming in on your unwillingly receptive mouth 
and as I close it, the microphone in the camera catches 
the sound of me forcing you to swallow, as I hold your 
mouth closed and stroke your throat. 

Your eyes are closed tightly and you try to flail your 
head from side to side, but you can only avoid 
swallowing for so long and soon I have become a part of 
you. "Open your eyes and you look at me, you hear 
me?!!" I say loudly. You look up at me. 

"...and you keep looking right at me JJ!" 

I lean over to where my coat is slumped over the chair, 
and I take the scissors out of the pocket. SCHHIPPA 
SCCCHIPPP.

You remember THAT sound well enough. I begin to 
maniacally, yet quietly howl like a wolf off in the 
distance whilst gnashing the scissors in my right hand 
through the air wildly. I pinch your nostrils closed 
tightly, in my left hand while miming the application 
of lipstick on you... it's your favourite shade: my 
swollen erection. All over your tightly closed lips, I 
stroke on the invisible colour of the fluid that seeps 
from my head. 

Soon you can no longer hold your breath and your mouth 
opens in a gasp for air. Into your mouth I glide. 
Further and further into your mouth I press. I make a 
sound like one slipping into a hot bath, as I feel your 
tongue's heat glide down the length of my shaft toward 
my scrotum. I am chopping away at thin air all in front 
of and around your face, with my huge tailoring shears. 

"Oh god...ohhhh god I'm gonna come!" says Hal and I 
lift your head up-mouth still full of ME- so that you 
can see Hal's thick, ropy load splatter the bottom of 
the huge Pyrex measuring cup. He pants and pants and 
you see his dong pulse and pulse and pulse out its 
thick, white load. The bottom of the measuring cup is 
well christened. 

Reaching my left hand into your thick hair, I begin to 
slowly fuck your face. My strokes are not fast at all, 
but each time I slide into you, your breathing is 
interrupted as I mash your nose into my pubes. I tilt 
my pelvis rhythmically just a little bit and stare into 
your face. 

What's this, your eyes are closed. I give your head a 
shuttering jerk and order you to look into my eyes. I 
can see that you are nearly out of breath...so I wait 
juuuust a little longer still... until you are 
panicking-and with your head braced tightly against me, 
I cut off the huge lock of hair I am holding and 
finally let you get your breath. "Lay this out nicely 
on the table, would you Hal?" I hand him the first lock 
of hair and he does so. 

"Hal, take the camera, man. I can't hold out any 
longer." Pete swaps the camera for his turn with the 
PYREX cup and he fires his sperm; deepening the cup's 
volume. "Ohhhhhhh yeah... oh yeah... look at that 
fucking pig's tits!! Awwwwww..." He milks one final, 
huge gobbet out and sighs. 

I continue to violate your mouth; with a deep stirring 
motion, I feel your tongue and the roof of your mouth. 
Each time my length has traversed your tongue, I burrow 
into your throat...press your face tightly against me. 
"LOOK AT ME! Don't make me upset with you!!" I hear a 
choking sound come from you and I chop off another huge 
hunk of hair. This goes on forever, it seems. 

Finally, I have chopped off the last of your locks and 
handed them to Hal. 

Throwing the shears aside, I grab you by the cheekbones 
and start to pick up my pace...faster and faster...in 
and out...boiling and boiling inside...my balls are so 
swollen with my jizm that I just...can't...hold 
it...any...longerrrrr... 

Multiple spasms of my orgasm flood your mouth and as I 
press into you-right down your throat. I hold your face 
to me tightly as I pump my endlessly flowing river of 
semen into your throat. I look into your eyes as you 
lose consciousness and I let your war-torn looking head 
fall back on the mattress. 

FADE TO BLACK FOR JJ... 

I wipe the end of my cock off on your cheek. 

You slowly recover consciousness. 

You feel a bit light-headed still, and begin to mumble 
about being thirsty. Your eyes open and you suddenly 
recall exactly where you are.

I have your head cradled in my lap and you immediately 
become aware of the sound of the hair clippers and 
wonder why you didn't notice them right away. 

"Groggy?" I ask. You are seeing me upside down. My 
erection is poking you and stroking the back of your 
head. I laugh at you. 

The clippers clog again and I shake the hair out of he 
thrumming blades, onto your skin, pausing to rub it 
around your tender breasts.

You itch and fidget against the irritation and notice 
that your whole naked front is covered in scattered red 
clippings. 

Once your head is clipped short and uniformly, I have 
Hal bring me a hot cup of coffee and a Bic razor.

Dipping the razor into the black coffee, I leave it for 
a moment to heat up and then, yanking it out quickly, I 
shake the excess hot brew all over your nipples and 
breasts. You squirm! Ha ha ha!! "Get a shot of this 
Pete." I say. 

Pete picks up the video cam, turns it back on, and 
zooms in on your distraught face, streams of makeup 
stained down your face. "Geez bitch, you look like 
shit." says Pete. Rotating the viewfinder screen toward 
you, he gives you a look at yourself. You see that not 
only is your face a tear-stained, mascara-streaked 
mess, but that your hair is gone. "You look like such a 
freak!!" he says. 

Hal and I both laugh. 

"Not to worry JJ, soon, everyone you know will be able 
to see how you look. You see, I have a friend who 
markets this kind of amateur stuff, and he'll gobble 
this right up. You're going to be famous and I'm going 
to make lots of money from you!!" 

"Wha-what do you m-m-mean? N-no, you ca..." you begin 
to protest. 

I clamp my splayed hand over your face. "Be quiet and 
hold still! Can't you see I'm holding a razor, do you 
WANT me to cut you? Hmmmm, maybe you do..." 

"No, no, please don't cut me... pleeease..." you whine; 
your eyes screwed shut tightly. 

You hear the sploshing sound of me dipping the razor 
into the hot coffee once more, and feel the fresh, 
sharp blades stroking their way over your stubbly head. 
The crispy/gritty sound of your last tiny red hair 
remnants being shaved away is all you seem to hear 
right now. 

"Hey Hal, why don't you go and gather everyone else up, 
tell them we're going to have a party!" 

"Huh, everyone... else?" you mutter dazedly. You shake 
your head, as if to clear the cobwebs out, causing me 
to nick your scalp with the razor. "Owww! Wh-what do 
you mean everyone else?" 

"Okay Muin. Everyone, even the guys in Block D?" Hal 
asks. 

"Especially them Hal." 

Turning to you, I say, "The fellows in Block D are the 
worst. They are the restrained ones, the violent ones." 
As I think about this, I reach down and give myself a 
few strokes to fully inflate myself. I finish shaving 
your head with the cup of machine coffee and then hand 
you a mirror from a nearby tabletop. "Aren't you the 
most beautiful belle at the ball? For that matter, 
you're the ONLY belle at the ball, and you're gonna be 
balled all right." 

"I'm going to have to be careful, those boys might 
clean you over like piranha." I say. 

Soon, the sound of doors being thrown open and banging 
like the gates of hell, are accompanied by the sounds 
of many many voices. Whoops, cheers, and howls become 
louder and louder and soon you also hear the sounds of 
fists being banged on walls as these sick and depraved 
men make their way toward us. 

"Pete, I need you to make sure that things stay in 
line. Give Hal the camera." 

The doorknob turns quietly, then suddenly, the door 
smashes open. 

"Where the fuck is she? I'm gonna fuck her 
unconscious!!" hollers one patient. 

Several others are already removing their pyjamas and 
soon you're staring at 10... 14... 18 men, all in 
various states of undress. They just keep pouring into 
the room. All their eyes are fixed on you and on me. I 
am now untying your arms and legs. 

I unbind your hands. They stare fixedly, as though they 
were starving and you were their first real meal in 
months and months. Once you are free of your bonds, I 
reach along your sides and slide my hands up, cupping 
your breasts. All of my fingers are kneading your tit-
flesh and I am pulling at your nipples; tugging... 
tugging... now pinching firmly and pulling straight out 
and upward so that your breasts look, pointed like 
pears. 

I lean close to your ear, run my tongue up the back of 
your ear, and then poke it into your ear canal. Men 
keep pouring into the room. They are all naked now and 
are all fully erect and their angry, delusional, 
lustfully depraved/deprived eyes stare at you. 

"There are 24 of them. Some of them are rapists, some 
of them have been put here because they are too violent 
for society and have been committed by family members. 
They all want some of what I have; you know what I 
mean, don't you?" With that, I release your breasts and 
re-position my hands under your armpits-lifting you up 
and positioning you over my arched and swollen cock. 
"Take your hand and guide me into you... NOW!" I growl 
into your ear, then clamp my teeth onto your earlobe. 

You tentatively reach between your suspended legs and I 
feel your fingers brush against me. Your touch 
electrifies me and I twitch out of your grasp. "NOW!!!" 
I bark. You, and many of the patients all jump as my 
voice rings out throughout the room. Feeling you 
position my purple head at your bald, pink lips...I 
pull you down onto me hard; burying myself in you 
suddenly. Your head flies back in surprise. Despite the 
bit of action, you've had so far, your pussy still 
isn't ready for this sort of treatment. 

The display of your anguish spurs the men on and many 
of them grab their cocks and begin to stroke 
themselves. 

"You want this?!" I ask them in a loud, commanding 
voice that catches their attention. 

There is a mob's roar of affirmation to this. 

"You want to taste this pussy... suck these tits?" I 
squeeze your tits again at this-hard. You yelp! 

"Well, here's what you gotta do first! I need every 
single one of you to help me fill this cup. Pete..." 
Pete holds up the large two cup Pyrex measuring cup. 
"This has to happen first or you're not going to be 
allowed to have any of this yummy thing." With that, I 
thrust my hips up, driving my cock into you deeper, 
while leaning your head back and licking and biting 
your throat and clawing at your breasts and nipples; 
leaving welts for these depraved men to see; to inflame 
them. 

"Is that understood?" Meanwhile, as I ask this, one of 
the men is already casting thick, ropy jets of sperm 
into the cup. 

"Let me at her!" he growls. 

"Keep at it boys, we need to fill that cup up before 
anybody gets any yum-yums. Well, anyone else except me 
that is." Their eyes are on me as I slowly, leisurely, 
tauntingly pump in and out of your now moistening cunt. 
I hoist you off of me and now throw you onto your back. 
In your disbelief and terror, you become a rag doll for 
me. 

Scanning the mob, you see big men, fat men, short men, 
a midget, a giant looking man in back. Some are 
drooling; some have drugged looks in their eyes while 
others look like hungry dogs just waiting for heir 
master to turn his gaze that they might rip his prized 
white dove to shreds. They see me gliding my cock all 
along your cleft and teasing you with my head. 

Against your will, my attentions lavished on your clit, 
have you twitching and twittering-head lolling from 
side to side. Sadly, for you, this makes the men think 
that you are willing and ready for them. At my 
proximity...looking into your eyes... I can see that 
you are beside yourself with horror and disbelief. 

I can see your blank gaze as your eyes involuntarily 
open and shut. Every so often, as I sharply jab my 
pelvis into you, I alone hear you softly moan your pain 
and displeasure. Only I can hear you sniff and cry. 
"Why? Whyyyy!" you cry out to me softly. 

Instead of answering you at all, I look straight into 
your ravaged face and cry out, "Holy fuck boys, her 
cunt feels so good. Bring me that cup, NOW!" Hal bring 
is over and I blow my second load; another thick one, 
into the amassing vessel. "Ohhhhh yeaaaaah!" 


This display spurs the men on and soon enough, we have 
filled he cup to well past the two cup mark. Pete lets 
me know this and sliding my glossy cock out from within 
your hot body, I hold it up high for them all to see. 
"Let the games begin!" I say as I back toward the table 
and place the hot measuring cup of thick, potently 
smelling jizm, carefully out of harm's way. 

The rabid nut jobs descend upon you like a ravaging 
swarm of locusts; in a rush and a roar-such that I have 
to yell to Pete, "Don't stop filming ANY of this." 

He nods and grins, his once flagging cock, now stiff 
and pointing ceiling-ward once more!. 

ALL at ONCE, they descend upon your naked body and you 
scream and scream. Tossing your head from side to side, 
as you feel strong fingers poking into your soft flesh, 
you're face is suddenly clasped in the strong hands of 
a doughy looking man with a bloodshot and overheated 
looking face. 

You can smell his stale cigarette breath as he moves 
one hand to the back of your head and moves your head 
to meet his encroaching mouth. Seeing his tongue like a 
piece of raw liver, snaking its way toward your mouth, 
which he's holding, opened and you are gripped in cold 
revulsion 

Two younger looking inmates suddenly latch on to either 
of your breasts; their hands both viciously kneading 
your poor tender mounds. The one on your left is 
suddenly clutching your titty very roughly and is 
squeezing it harder and harder making the blood pool in 
your areola and nipple, turning it purple. 

Your nipple is so hard and taut that his taste buds now 
rasping against you purple, pocked flesh feels like 
sandpaper from the over stimulation. Indeed, every pass 
of his tongue over your throbbing blackberry of a 
nipple has you gasping and gasping and in electric and 
agony and...  

The liver tongue is forced over your lips and over your 
teeth. and... Oh godand... ohhhhhhhand... ohhand... 
noand... noand... too much and... no more." you think 
as his bear-like tongue crams into your mouth for a 
kiss. He is pulling your face toward his. 

The young man at your right is licking your breast in 
raspy cat-like strokes and the sensation is beginning 
to and, "OWWWW!" you yelp past Lester's own probing 
tongue that feels as if he's trying to French kiss your 
throat. The little guy bit you with his canine teeth 
and has broken the skin. Blood is trickling over your 
pale skin.. He keeps nipping at you this way, making 
more trickling wounds on the underside of your breast.

His mouth now clamps firmly over the wounds and his 
mouth feels like a powerful vacuum as he commences to 
suck the blood into his mouth. He moans and begins to 
pound his cock in his fist. 

All these men have come once, as the condition of being 
allowed to attend this party. Each of these men was 
obliged to ejaculate into that Pyrex measuring cup you 
saw earlier. Some stood at the back of the throng when 
they initially came into the room. Some of these men 
have added their sperm two or even three times, while 
they watched the alpha patients have their first feed. 
These men will be fucking you up for a long time. 
And...

You see me. I'm upside down. You realize that I'm 
standing over you and now you see the measuring cup in 
my hand. It looks like it's filled up with bacon 
grease. and... You're not going to be the same little 
stuck up whore again, are you?" You shake your head 
from side to side. Lester has withdrawn his tongue now 
and is licking your face all over. You are now gasping 
for air and... panting like a dog. 


You turn your head toward the young man on your right 
breast. 

He's crushing your breast with both his hands, like he 
was trying to pop your nipple off. Instead, your nipple 
does grow longer than you've ever felt it before. You 
feel your areola swell up with the pooled blood, and 
grow puffy. 

You watch in shock as the greasy haired young man opens 
his mouth up wide, as though he were going to try and 
bite off your whole breast; his face lowers down over 
it and his teeth grasp the soft sides. and... He does 
and... oh God, he's got my whole breast in his and..." 
Your thought is interrupted by a pale, skinny man 
biting hard on your pelvis; he's raked his long 
fingernails into your flesh as he clutches you to him. 

Your legs start to be yanked apart and as you yelp out 
in horror and struggle to force them closed, you are 
punched in the stomach by the midget. Tears come to 
your eyes immediately as you wince. The air is knocked 
out of you. The other two men easily spread your legs 
now that the midget has crushed your resolve to save 
your pussy from these fucking monsters.

and... Don't fuck with me bitch!" says the midget 
sternly and then he spits on you in contempt. Kneeling 
down, he sniffs your pussy as would a dog. He runs his 
tongue over your lips, moistening them. Over and over, 
he coats your labia with his saliva and then you feel 
his tongue push them open and as he glides up toward 
your clit, you feel an electric shiver and you feel 
nearly sick to your stomach and aroused at the same 
time. Soon though, his tongue is replaced by his stout 
middle finger. 

Gliding along your syrupy slit, he finds the spot where 
your petals have parted the most and he slowwwwwly 
slips his finger into you there. He starts to finger 
fuck you, adding his index finger and he delves deeper 
into you with each thrust. You feel him clasp all four 
of his fingers together now, like the thick beak of a 
bird

"and... AHHHHHand... AHHHHHHHHHHand... ohhhhand... 
owwwwwand... .he's pushing his whole fist into myand... 
ohand... n-n-ooand... make him stop and..." 

Meanwhile, Lester bear-tongue is fisting his cock more 
and more vigorously until he groans and his hot sperm 
splatters all over your collar bone and left breast and 
the back of the man who has now fastened his mouth like 
a leech to that nipple. He is sucking very hard. You 
hear him gasp in his nose loudly each time he sharply 
inhales, making the vacuum around your nipple that much 
more complete. 

Your head slips from face to face, looking for a sign 
of mercy or else some sign that this is all a nightmare 
that will not end. You feel dizzy and then your head 
slips back as your neck gives out. When you regain 
consciousness, you feel tingly cold all over your body. 
You are in shock. 

and... Unnnnnnnnnnfffhhhhh! Unnnnnnh! Ohhhhhhhand..." 
you rasp as the midget pumps his fist in and out of you 
like he is trying to smash your cervix.. You look down 
and see the wild-eyed little man grinning fiercely. 

and... I know what you doneand... thass rightand... I 
seen ya do it. Ohhhhh." As he says this, you feel his 
little fist open up inside of you, like some violent 
carnivorous flower and his hard, stubby fingers run in 
deep thrumming strokes along the upper wall of your 
cunt. As they pass over your G-spot, you involuntarily 
smile and flinch in pleasure you despise. 

and... See, lookit herand... she fuckin' done itand... 
look!!" He seizes your cervix and squeezes it. Your 
eyes go wide!!! 


The young man with the greasy hair at your right breast 
is now only crushing your sweet, tender breast in one 
hand. He is pinching your nipple between two fingers 
and is pawing your tit toward your face. With his other 
hand, he has somehow manifested a hatpin. He scrapes 
your tortured, tender skin and soon, fine lines of 
blood begin to seep. 

More sperm splatters onto you, from two of the other 
patients in the throng surrounding you. You catch sight 
of Mike filming all of this. and... Say cheese you 
little money-making whore!!" Somewhere unseen, Hal 
whoops in agreement. 

Hatpin man takes the long, pointed pin by its shiny 
silver ball, and turns it to point toward the plump, 
delicate underside of your breast. His breathing is 
deep, fast and fixated upon the place where the needle 
meets your skin. You feel the head of his cock press 
into your pelvis; feel the slime from the runny pre-cum 
slathering a trail like a snail.

He grips the pin between one finger and his thumb 
and... his other fingers held up daintily. With a 
quick, punching jab, the needle is now embedded in your 
breast. 

You feel light-headed and somewhat detached, but the 
sharp searing pain he has inflicted has found you and 
sinks in coldly and you start to kick with your legs. 
The men gripping your ankles clutch you more firmly. 

The young man on your left has been latched onto your 
nipple and been sucking so hard, that when he takes it 
out of his mouth for an instant, you see that it is 
swollen to the size of your big toe. Your nipple is 
huge and dark purple, as is the skin of your areola and 
around it. You look at it dreamily and notice it throbs 
along with your pulse. He blows a cold, thin stream of 
breath on it and then engulfs it once more. With a 
loud, slurping/clicking sort of sound, he sucks even 
harder this time and will not let up. 

The midget pulls his closed fist out of your pussy, 
leaving it agape, then he wildly plunges back in to 
fist fuck you some more. 

The young man keeps sucking your right nipple. The pain 
is sharp and non-stop. He is moaning. You look at him 
with revulsion; you want him off you. Suddenly he lifts 
his head and gasps loudly for breath. There is blood on 
his lips and his teeth; a stream of red is running down 
his chin. You catch sight of your savaged nipple-he's 
sucked it so hard that he's been drinking blood from 
your ruined nipple. You swoon. 

Another patient is now crouching over your face and 
soon he is groaning and strokes a thick, white load 
onto your bald head. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh yeeeaaahhhhhhhh!"

The midget hauls his closed fist out of your pussy, 
causing you to yelp, and as you do so, I am ready and 
guide my rigid cock back into your throat. "Get a 
close-up of how she deep-throats me Mike. This bitch 
was holding out, eh? She loves to eat cock. My balls 
are smothering you. 

Your hands come up in vain, trying to get you breath. I 
slap your hand hard and sharply. Just for that, I 
straddle your face altogether. The smothering is 
accentuated now as my thighs are now plugging your 
ears. My weight is crushing your airway completely. You 
feel as though you are underwater and about to pass 
out. You feel me fucking your throat more rapidly, your 
esophagus is sore, but not to worry. Soon I am coating 
it with another soothing load of my sperm. 

"Awwww, Muin," says Mike, "You hafta gimme a bit of a 
money shot. That's what sells a bukkake movie."

As I stand back up, I reply, "We've got something 
coming up that'll make this li'l bitch famous."

With that, I hurl a gob of spittle onto your eye.

Hal, Mike and I all have a great laugh at this. "Hal, 
take the reins, drive this bitch, why don't you?"

I take the camera from Mike. "Mike, you haven't had a 
go yet. Dig in."

Hatpin man has pushed the hatpin all the way into your 
breast by now and is working another through the sperm-
glazed skin. He is breathing hard and grinning.

The two men who have been holding your legs are now 
taking turns fucking your raw pussy. It's gaping from 
the midget's fisting, but they are happy to fuck your 
sacred hole anyway.

Hal steps up and orders the second man, who has just 
added a few more pearls of jizz to your snatch, to get 
out of the way. Hal takes your legs and bends them up 
toward your chest; Mike and one of the inmates, a man 
who looks as though he's been horribly burned, each 
grab you as you struggle while Hal dips his thick head 
into your puss. His cockhead emerges, coated in goo; a 
string of it drips down toward your virgin asshole. 
Little do you know that this is where Hal has set his 
sights. 

Soon you feel his bulbous head prying around your 
sphincter. "Oh pleeeeeeaaaaase.... noo.... 
pleeeeeaaaase don't! Nooooooo!" you beg and plead. Hal 
places his head at your tight opening. "Why don't you 
fuckin' beg me a little more bitch?!" taunts Hal. 

I have the camera zoomed in on Hal, ready to invade 
you. I pan the camera up over your body and film your 
sperm-slimed stomach and ribs. Soon I catch sight of 
the vampire nursing from your left nipple. He's no 
doubt done irreparable damage to that nipple, from 
which he has been enjoying a blood feast. Moving the 
camera, I catch sight of Hatpin man. 

He is actually pulling the long pins out of his own 
buttock; this is where he is getting these long pins. 
What a sick fuck. I watch him take another and he 
inserts it into the brown skin of your areola and I 
zoom in to see the thin metal shaft form a fleshy ridge 
under the skin and watch as he toys with your tit. He 
slowly pushes it out the other side of your areola, 
tenting the skin before the point of the pin breaks 
through. 

You howl in agony and again, consciousness fades for 
you.

When you awake, you see the giant man, you'd caught 
sight of earlier. Now he is standing overtop of you, 
with his feet on either side of you. He's wearing only 
his hospital pyjama bottoms. He did not disrobe 
completely earlier. He is dark skinned and has a big 
afro. His chest is broad and muscular and he has a bit 
of a gut. He reaches for the drawstring on his pyjamas 
and once undone, lets them fall atop of you. They cover 
up your pelvis, concealing your abused pussy. 

You catch sight of his organ. It's long, although not 
the foot-long snake of urban myths... however... it 
looks as thick as a wine bottle. His enormous hand 
barely encircles it and he starts to pump life into it. 
He grins an evil, cold grin. "Keep the taser ready," 
says Hal. "This fucker's the worst of the bunch. He's 
killed two white women. They got him off on an insanity 
plea. They say he just can't control himself." 

The enormous man steps out of his pants and kicks them 
aside. He's managed to stiffen himself up fully. The 
sight of it terrifies you. He kneels down between your 
legs. "Fuck off you lot!" he growls at the men abusing 
your tits. 

The vampire scurries away from your now freely bleeding 
nipple and areola on one side. Hatpin man retreats, 
having just poked a fifth pin halfway into your 
innocent tit.

Cuno, this is the giant black man's name, takes your 
legs by the knees, which you have tried to keep clamped 
shut against his impending onslaught-and forces them 
apart. Although your cunt is agape from the midget's 
abuse, it looks woefully small compared to the 
grapefruit sized purple head he's sporting. "Now I'm 
gonna have me some real fuckin'!" He continues 
spreading your legs apart until you are nearly forced 
into the splits. 

"Pleeeaaaase, stop...." you start to say; but soon you 
are just sobbing as he guides his monster cock to your 
inadequate opening. "Toooooo biiig... p-pleeease... 
no..." but your wispy protests only spur on the crowd 
who have now gathered around to watch your pussy be 
destroyed by this evil aberrant criminal. 

With his massive fist, nearly encircling his cock, he 
rubs it up and down your slit and pays close attention 
to rubbing it across your traitorously swollen clit. 
The gargantuan purple head pokes into your lips for a 
spermy dip into you. Around and around he works his 
monster. I kneel down and tilt your forward so that you 
can see the tragedy about to befall your pussy. 

"I'm gon' fuck this bitch and she nevah gon' be the 
same." he tilts his head back and a deep, sadistic 
laugh erupts from him. You struggle with your legs, 
trying in vain to escape. You're blocked by me as you 
lean against my kneeling form; I'm holding your arms 
behind your back. Hal Quickly takes one of your legs 
tightly and the burned man grabs the other. 

He's playing with a disposable lighter. He lights it 
and leaves it aflame a long time, tilting it so as to 
heat up the metal collar at its top. Suddenly the flame 
goes out and he presses the hot metal at the top of 
your pubic mound, where your hairs terminated-judging 
by the welts raised when they were all plucked out. You 
long to scream out loud, but I am now kneeling on your 
hands...which leaves me to keep your jaw locked shut. A 
wheezing scream emerges, whistling from between your 
teeth. 

Cuno opens your lips like he was unwrapping a present 
and presses the gooey slit of his cock there and starts 
to press into you. There's no way he'll fit. You feel 
him continue to shove. He is obviously in no hurry; he 
wants to prolong your anguish it seems. You try to 
wiggle your ass backward and away from the devastation 
pursuing you. Fortunately, I block any further retreat 
by you, with my legs. 

Hal and the scarred pyro ply your legs open even 
further, to better accommodate Cuno's girth.

Pyro again applies the overheated lighter to the 
back/side of the breast from which the vampire was 
nursing. You stiffen up and again screech from clenched 
teeth. At this moment, Cuno gives a violent lunge of 
his hips and forces the huge head of his cock, into 
your tiny vagina. You scream loudly, despite clenched 
teeth. 

Your eyes are closed tightly and you try to whip your 
head from side to side. Cuno plunges even more of his 
cock into you, wider and wider...as though you were 
giving birth, your pussy is stretched beyond the point 
of no return. As he continues to feed his massive 
member into you, he reaches up and wraps his hands 
around your neck and grasps you firmly. 

You are crying and panicking and your eyes are smeared 
with runny mascara and tears; your nose is running. I 
release you from my headlock and your mouth opens up, 
as if to scream... but nothing comes out of your mouth 
but a gurgling sound as Cuno starts to choke you. 

"Cuno!" I order, "None of that!" 

I Wave the taser and he backs down. Everyone watches 
the display. 'Ooohs' are heard throughout the throng. 
"This is still MY bitch, understood?!"

Everyone nods and grunts assent.

Cuno's enormous organ has your lips spread wide. The 
membrane of your lips is stretched thin and your clit 
stands out like a pink jewel, your orifice is being 
savaged. Cuno lies back, pulling you up onto him so 
that you are straddling him now, cowgirl style. 

Mike is circling you both, catching the video record of 
your ultimate debasement and humiliation. The so-called 
men of this institution have defiled you with their 
pent-up animal lusts.

You are sperm-splattered and bleeding from one hyper 
suctioned nipple and from the hatpins emerging from 
your other tortured breast. 

He holds you stride him, his hands under your armpits. 
There is almost no fight left in you and your eyes are 
closed. and... Open your eyes and look at me and... 
NOW!" he shouts. Instead of looking at him immediately, 
your head droops to your chest and it is only as he 
wraps his hands firmly on your pelvis and begins to 
sink you down onto him, that your spine stiffens up 
immediately; your eyes go wide and then start wandering 
off crazily as you scan the very dire predicament you 
are trapped in.

Fully impaled, your ruination is nearly complete. 

and... Cuno, take her hands. Hal, why don't you get her 
head in place. I think we ought to give her a little 
souvenir of this evening." Leaning in close to your 
beautiful, tear-streamed, mascara smudged bald head-I 
tell you that I wasn't referring to the videotape that 
will hit the internet in 30 minutes and local porno 
shops as early as Friday. and... No, we'll make sure 
that you get a copy of thatand... and your friends and 
your parents and your grandmother would like one too, 
right? I mean, it IS Christmas soon. But we still have 
to film you getting your souvenir, then we'll be done." 

Cuno is pumping his hips into you; you rise up with 
each upstroke, astride the whale within. 

Hal is next to you now and has tilted your head back 
forty five degrees and is currently tonguing your ear 
and nibbling on the lobe. You see me appear over you 
and I pry your mouth open while Hal holds your head 
tightly. You see the full measuring cup appear over 
your face and the yawning chasm that your mouth has 
become. and... Say Mike and... I've got her head pretty 
well, why don't you bring that little pill over here. 
Give Hal the camera. It's time to take your meds, 
there's plenty to wash it down with though." I say as I 
wave the Pyrex vessel brimming with semen, by way of 
indication. 

Mike comes over with a little paper cup and tips out 
three, small turquoise pills into his hand. and... Take 
a good look around you sweetheart. You can try to 
memorise my face, or Hal's or Noel's. Of course, you 
won't have any idea what happened here this evening. 
and...  

and... Not until the mail arrives that her old grandma 
and grandpa and everyone she has in her little address 
book get a copy of her little cinematic debut. Since 
none of our faces are in the movie, we'll just give you 
top billing." 

Mike tosses each pill straight down into your throat, 
then calls out ROLL and#8216;EM! Hal begins filming at 
your empty mouth and wriggling tongue. Cuno again is 
fucking you on the upstroke and you wince. I start 
pouring the sum of all our ejaculations into your 
waiting maw and stroke your throat, causing you to 
swallow. and... Take your time bitch, we ain't in no 
rush, you just keep chugging. You got a lot to go." so 
saying, the plump, juicy head of my cock which is quite 
hard once more, pokes you in the back of your ear. 

More quietly, I say to you and... YOU made this happen 
and... never forget that and... try a little humility 
next time bitch." The stream of come gets fuller here, 
I am drowning you in this lesson. Your mouth becomes 
full and you barely manage to choke it all down. Some 
runs over the edges of your lips; I mop this up with my 
fingers and place it on your eyes and... to cover your 
own salty tears. 

Your belly has become bloated now. There is still some 
sperm left in the cup. 

With one last thrust, Cuno's balls can hold back no 
longer and a deluge of thick come blasts your womb. It 
seeps out of you where you two are merged, as he 
continues to fuck you in his stuff. 

You are getting groggy and we put you down and then all 
goes totally black. 

***

When you wake, it is early morning. You are outside on 
the ground amidst some evergreens. The ground prickles 
you and you are coated in needles and dirt from 
sticking to your spermy glaze. 

Soon, you will realize that you are naked except for 
your panties. You look down at the crotch of them and 
they are sodden with sperm and there are long red hairs 
poking from the crotch. You dazedly reach into your 
panties and feel that your pussy is completely bald and 
is red and raw. You fingers move to your swollen, 
gaping puss lips and you realize with shock as you 
slowly draw out a long thick lock of red, semen 
drenched hair, where this hair came from. 

Your hand goes to your head. 

Your scream fills the early morning campus air.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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