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You're The Seventh Caller
By 14bees (justforpenguins@gmail.com)
***
A high school girl wins tickets to go see a rough and
rowdy band at the local arena. She gets to partying a
bit too hardy and winds up in a whole other realm of
abuse and perversity. (M+-/f-teen, nc, rp, 1st, v, mast,
oral, anal, beast)
***
"...two front row seats for the upcoming Brutal
Restraint show at the Center Island Arena. The number
to call again is 265-4484. The lines are open. And now,
back to some more music here on CKLU 93.5 fm."
Stacy turned to her friend Gina and said, "It's gotta
be The Ramones, who else could it be?"
"Call 'em up then. It'd be fuckin' wicked to be front
row for that." said Gina. Stacy dialed the college
radio station and crossed her fingers.
The song ended and the D.J. took calls "CKLU... who am
I talking at?" he asked.
"Uhhh... Stacy."
"Stacy, you're the seventh caller... what's the
answer?"
"The Ramones??" she said tentatively.
"Oooooohhhhhh... Stacy..."
"Not right, eh?"
"Stacy, you and a friend are going to see Brutal
Restraint this Saturday."
***
Fans of the college station's punk show heard her and
some other female screeching over their radios.
"Stay on the line Stacy, I'll have to get some
information from you."
The D.J. told her to come down to the station during
his show and he'd give her the tickets personally.
Stacy and Gina took the bus down to the college. "Your
mom and dad aren't going to let you go see that show.
Why don't you tell them you're staying at my place."
The two high school girls got off the bus and hunted
around for the campus radio station.
There was a red light flashing on Boris' console.
"Mmmmmmyeah??" asked the D.J. tersely.
"Your contest winner is here. I'll send her on down the
hall to you."
The door to the booth opened up and Stacy walked in to
Boris' look of admiration. She was wearing skin-tight
black jeans, cut low on her hips. She had a black
wooden tribal belly button piece-it was sort of horn
shaped he thought. She had on a very worn out and
threadbare white tank top with a distorted skull on it's-
he could clearly see her black bra underneath. One of
the thin black straps slipped down her arm, unbeknownst
to her. Her sweet looking tits looked like they'd make
a nice mouthful for him.
Her pants were tattered and worn and D.J. Boris caught
a thin glimpse of her red panties through a tear's-
little white hearts and all. "Fuck, this chick is
pretty hot," thought Boris. He suspected she wasn't of
the necessary age to win the tickets, but he didn't
ask. He just listened to the throb starting in his
pants and congratulated her.
She got her tickets and as she was leaving, Boris
noticed the glimpse of panty was nothing to the
speckled show of red and hearts through the buckshot
riddled looking rear end. "Mmmmmmm...I'd love some of
that," he thought.
Stacy showed the tickets to Gina who had been waiting
in the hallway.
They both shrieked in excitement and the next few days
would become unbearable. Their plan was to say that
Stacy was going to sleep over at Gina's house. Gina was
raised by a single aunt who often had to work late
shifts and so they'd go pretty much unnoticed at her
place. Besides, the Center Island Arena was only a
short cab ride away. They thought they'd splurge on a
cab since they didn't have to pay for tickets.
They exited the cab, paid their fare and slipped into a
deep throng of wild looking... maybe even dangerous
looking people. Many of them were of the same age as
they were... weren't they? Gina thought they seemed
younger than everyone else they'd seen so far. Stacy
pointed out another girl like them's- she was heading in
another direction mind you.
They gave their tickets and were given a long look by
the usher at the door. "We won them from CKLU." Stacy
had to holler against the sound that was coming from
the opening band doing their sound check. Things would
be starting soon.
"Turn around!" ordered the usher. The girls both turned
and the usher admired their tight young forms. He
appreciated the layers of sheer and gauzy and ripped
clothing they both wore in tight layers. He felt the
zipper on his pants become tighter. "Okay, go on in."
He had a lewd grin on his face.
They held their breaths and entered the building...
Everywhere they looked they saw people garbed in black
and decked out in weird attire. Many folks had dark
makeup on their faces and tattoos and piercings
abounded. A man had just walked past Stacy with wild
tribal tattoos all the way down his arm and a few of
his fingers. Gina spotted someone with a bottle of
Canadian Club rye, it was a forty-pounder. It looked
like her was doling it out quite generously.
"How the hell do you think he got that in here?" asked
Gina. The man was now waggling it alluringly to both of
them's- he had a grin of some sort on his face. Gina felt
she couldn't trust the grin but it had frozen Stacy
like a deer in headlights. "Stacy?" asked Gina, "you
awake?" Gina snapped her fingers and like a bitch to
her master, Stacy wandered over to the snapping gaze of
the older guy with the booze.
He looked to be in his early twenties. Gina wondered
what the hell had come over Stacy, but when she caught
up she heard Stacy speaking to him. He was the D.J.
from the station's- this was Boris. Stacy had spoken
about him a lot while they walked home from the
university campus. Stacy was having a big swig from the
bottle and offering it to Gina. Gina put the rye bottle
to her lips and gave it a tip.
The sudden fire of the spirit made her recoil. Stacy
chuckled. "That happened to me too. You get used to it
though."
Gina tried another sip, but she hadn't developed the
taste for it that Stacy obviously had. "We better go
and find our seats, eh Stacy?", asked Gina.
"In a minute...what's your rush. We just got here."
Stacy took another swig of the rye whisky and then
another, deeper one.
Boris told Stacy he had to split as he had to cover the
event for the college radio station, but he left her
the bottle. Stacy was already pretty fucked up and was
starting to wobble a bit. Boris admired how her young
tits bobbled as she tried to keep her balance.
Gina and Stacy found their seats and had very little
time before the show started. Stacy noticed that a
couple of guys were passing around what seemed to be a
joint. "I'm gonna go and say hello to those guys over
there. I'll be right back, okay?"
Gina asked her to stay but couldn't prevent her friend
from wandering off. She started to watch Stacy walk
away but at that moment, the lights dimmed and the
music started. The band hadn't yet reached the stage,
but the sound was steadily growing louder and Gina
turned her head for a moment and when she looked back
to follow Stacy with her eye, she wasn't anywhere to be
seen for the throng of the crowd.
The sound of the show roared like a hurricane and Stacy
danced in the aisles of the auditorium with Chad and
Crow, her two new acquaintances. She had finished the
bottle with their help and she was pretty fucked up.
They kept proffering one thick, oily hash joint after
another and Stacy was giggling and staggering around.
They admired how her left ass cheek had worked itself
free of a huge rip in her black, tattered jeans.
They could see her high cut panties, the black fabric
had little pink stripes and had worked their way
between her cheeks. She wore a thin and torn long-
sleeved shirt's- it was sheer and black. Beneath it she
wore a lacy undershirt-sleeveless. Her firm B cups were
held in a black bra with a ripped strap on her left
shoulder. Her hair was wild and she wore heavy eye
makeup, which ran in smears as it was so hot in the
auditorium.
Chad and Crow made sure that Stacy never got below a
deep level of fuck-uppedness. When Chad took out
another one of the fat hash joints, he had her spark it
up and once again, she was pulled back into the haze.
"You guys are so much fun." She slurred. "I wish I
could find my friend...you'd like Gino." She didn't
realize she'd gotten her best friend's name wrong.
The guys did though. "Some other time," said Crow, over
the din of the music.
The band did its last number and since they were in the
corridors of the arena, they were near the exits.
"We'll give you a ride if you want." said Chad. "We'll
keep this party going," said Crow. Neither of these
guys was anywhere as close to being as messed up as she
was's- so they knew how to act and sound very friendly
and smooth.
"I gotta... I... where's the music?" asked Stacy
dazedly. "I gotta... my friend..."
Crow put his arm around her and took her outside into
the night air. Stacy made a dumb blonde sort of noise
at the sudden drop in temperature and her nipples
immediately strained against the thin fabric of her
bra, under the parking lot lights. Her squeaking seemed
a turn-on to the men and they hastily led her to a
black Honda Civic. Stacy had to stop and threw up
before getting into the car, but said she felt better
and shambled into the back.
As she got in, Crow got in next to her and Chad was
already handing yet another... bigger and fatter joint
back to her and Crow was fishing a bottle of Smirnoff
from under the passenger seat. She smiled crookedly and
took a huge haul off the joint, making her cough.
"Here, wash it down with this." Crow offered her the
vodka and in her inebriated state, she took a huge gulp
of it down and then another. Crow pulled her onto his
lap and his erection throbbed against her ass. He put
his hands on her sides to steady her during the ride,
cupping her tender young breasts as he did so. She was
so messed up, she wasn't even aware of his subtle
pawing. He was testing the waters.
"Chad, we ought to keep this party going. What do you
say we head to Mark's place? They'll still be up."
"PARRRRTYY!" bellowed Stacy, then broke into fits
of giggles.
Crow had his hands on her tits and was very carefully
kneading them the whole way. Stacy had no idea they
were getting onto the interstate and leaving the city.
They arrived at what seemed to be an old scrap yard.
Chad stopped the car at a huge chain link fenced gate
on wheels. He unlocked a padlock on the gate and slid
the huge gate back's, it must have been twelve feet high.
He drove the car in past it and then locked it behind
them. They then drove through twisting alleys of
hulking, rusty car bodies and other junk. Stacy,
meanwhile was lapsing in and out of consciousness while
Crow tipped the last of the twelve ounce bottle of
vodka down her throat.
The parked the car and got out near a grungy looking
cinderblock building with a huge steel door. Chad
knocked while Crow kept Stacy on her feet. He was
smoking another joint with her, although, in reality
neither he nor Chad were anywhere close to being as
fucked up as was the young sixteen year old who lied to
her parents about here whereabouts and who was now only
minutes away from the worst situation a sexy young
thing like she, could ever see in her worst nightmares.
The door opened and a big beer-bellied guy covered in
tattoos stood in the doorway swilling from a quart-
sized bottle of Labatt Blue. He belched loudly. "Hey,
nice to see you two, and heyyy... you brung me a
present. Come on in." This was Mark, he was Chad's
second cousin. He was a big lumberjack sort of guy who
bathed twice a year whether he needed it or not.
He worked as the scrap yard's watchman, but his dogs
kept most folks away's, so he had a lot of time on his
hands. He waved them is. Stacy was dragged in by Crow,
she tried to walk, but her feet were just as often
dragging behind her as they were stepping on their own.
Mark looked all around in the darkness till he was
satisfied that nobody else was around, and shut the
door with a heavy click.
The smell of the place was of stale sweat and beer and
some sort of food or something. This made Stacy look up
for a moment. "Huh... wha... where am... who are..."
she stammered.
Sitting on a beat up old couch near a very primitive
fireplace were Todd, Jay and Dave. Dave patted the seat
cushion next to him, which sent dust flying up. "Come
have a seat."
Mark came back from the other room and handed Stacy a
full quart-sized brew he'd just opened.
"Here, drink up honey. You came to party with us did
ya?" Mark had asked her a question, but to everyone
else but here, it came out as more of an order of
business for the evening.
"Whoooohoooooooo..." she squeaked, half nervously. She
took the beer but just held it on her knee.
Todd put his arm around her and with the other arm, he
guided the beer to her mouth and she was forced to take
a drink. Todd kept tipping the bottle back, emptying
the contents into her mouth till she spluttered and
beer spilled out over her lip and down her top. She
coughed and tried to protest but he would not let her
stop.
Meanwhile, Jay had whirled open a butterfly knife and
was now kneeling on the floor by Stacy's feet. He
inserted the tip of the razor sharp blade under her Doc
Marten laces and with a deft motion of his strong
wrist, the laces were all cut in half. Stacy made a
sound of alarm at her boot being ruined like this, but
Todd simply clasped his hand tightly over her mouth.
Jay pulled the shoe from her foot and handed it to Dave
followed by her sock. Dave waited till Jay handed him
the other shoe and sock. Dave got up and tossed them
into the fireplace, which was really more of an
incinerator. Stacy's eyes went wild in disbelief and
she struggled to mouth her drunken protest, but was
still muzzled by Todd's calloused, greasy hand.
"We met Stacy here at the Brutal Restraint show
tonight," said Chad.
"Well, she looks good enough to fuckin' eat, and I mean
raw! Mark leered as he said this and he was rubbing
the bulge in his filthy pants. He walked around the
couch and grabbed her by a huge hank of hair and pulled
her onto the dirty shag carpet, into a kneeling
position. Stacy's reactions were slow, but she realized
now that she was in serious trouble and she had no way
out, it seemed.
All six men gathered around her and grinned perversely.
Mark reached down and took hold of her shirt by the
collar firmly with both hands and in his strong grip,
managed to tear the fabric of the collar in half. He
continued to rend the shirt all the way down the back.
Dave reached under the shirt and tore away her
undershirt, which fell away easily as it was so
tattered to begin with. Huge shreds of it came off.
Stacy screamed shrieking... wailed for help. She was
suddenly silenced by Crow's right fist as it contacted
her jaw. Her head re-coiled from the blow and she
gasped loudly inward and began to scream, but no sound
came out. Instead she shook with violent sobs.
Meanwhile her shirt and t-shirt were now removed and
Dave was once more feeding them into the incinerator.
Her eyes watched in horror.
Mark again took her by a huge handful of hair and began
to lift her to her feet. She wasn't immediately able to
stand as she was so drunk and stoned and so was in part
being lifted by her own scalp. Once standing, the other
five all started to tear at her jeans, which were
already fraught with holes to begin with. "Leave the
underwear for me!" ordered Mark.
Soon, she stood, wobbly and trembling in just her bra
and panties. She struggled to free herself of their
grip, but she was just too weak. She was only a little
sixteen year old, 109 pounds soaking wet. These guys
meant business.
"Please...p-p-pleeeeaaaaaase...let me go...I want to
go...I want my momma..." she cried and tears streamed
down her face. Mark walked around her appraisingly.
"You're not going anywhere Stacy. You are on my
property now and that means you are never going home to
you momma again, you're home now's, so shut the fuck up."
He stood behind her and encircled her with his huge,
hairy arms. He reeked and she gagged. She felt his big
hand cupping her breasts through her bra and she
shuddered in disgust. Then his fingers slipped under
the fabric where the cups came together and he fixed
his grip. Then, with a quick, snapping motion, he tore
her bra in half and pulled it away from her sweet young
breasts. Her nipples hardened due to the exposure to
the air. She had those thick, puffy nipples some
teenagers get and it made his cock THAT MUCH harder.
Mark crouched down behind her and wrapped his hands
around her waist at her waistband line. He slid his
fingers down her mound and slipped his fingers up
through the legs of her panties. Then he gathered the
fabric and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband
of the thin garment and he fixed his grip once again,
and with more strain this time, tore the panties right
off of her.
This left her furry young pubes visible to all. From
underneath her, and unseen by only her, Mark stuck his
long, calloused middle finger into his mouth and then
forced it straight up into her unprepared box. She
reared up on tip-toes and cried out in alarm and pain.
"She ain't never been fucked boys. This is a special
occasion," said Mark. He still had his finger stuffed
harshly inside of her fragile virgin space. He pushed
his finger up into her and against her hymen roughly,
and moved his hand around violently, like a bass on a
hook. Stacy's knees gave out and she dropped to her
hands and knees.
Dave, Jay and Todd were already out of their clothes
and were stroking hard cocks. Chad was soon throwing
his clothes onto the floor and was beating himself
slowly at the sight of the trembling thing on the
floor. Mark threw his filthy clothes onto the floor and
had revealed his own cock, which was not the longest in
the room, but was the thickest and the smelliest,
greasiest cock there.
His organ was the size and shape of some big, oily
sausage and was thicker than Stacy's own wrist. She
would soon come to realize just how thick. He made his
way over to Stacy and knelt behind her.
Crow was naked now and stood in front of her,
unwittingly foiling Mark's plan's- Crow had Stacy get up
off her hands and onto her knees. She tried to push him
away's- her eyes were closed tightly. Instead, Crow just
slapped her across the face. Her head spun and she
began to cry... first her mouth involuntarily opened up
widely and her eyes began to puff up with tears.
Crow took advantage of her vulnerability and stepped
into her face's- gripping her head and as she opened her
bleary, makeup smeared eyes... he stuffed his cock
right into her unprepared face. He hugged her tightly
to his stomach, forcing his engorged phallus right into
her throat. He held her there for what seemed a long
while's- her nose mashed flat against his hairy stomach
and she began to struggle for breath. She tried to
detach her face from his organ. She beat her helpless
fists against him until she began to swoon.
Only then did he haul her face away from his weapon.
She gasped and sputtered like a child who is suddenly
held under water for too long by the local swimming
pool bully. Crow's stomach was covered in pale makeup
with dark makeup that corresponded to her face. She was
still sobbing when he struck again and plunged his cock
back into her mouth.
He began to fuck her young face. He gathered up a huge,
knotty handful of her hair in one of his hands and
began to use her head as a fuck-toy...like some dirty
teenaged yo-yo. She kept trying to resist, but he'd
just pull her hair tighter and she'd wince. He felt the
pressure building up in his nuts and pulled out of her
mouth and began to ejaculate rope after sticky rope of
his gob all over her eyelids and the bridge of her
nose.
She whipped her head aside violently, as if she'd just
been burned with hot water or something. Chad eyed Mark
and made his own move by sitting on the edge of the
couch. He grabbed her hard by the hair and pulled her
face over to his springy cock.
"No... no, no, noo... p-plllease... not again..." Her
words were stifled by the cock in her throat again.
Mark now took advantage of the all-fours position she
was in. He again licked his finger and this time, her
ran it lengthwise over her tight li'l rosebud. Stacy
tried to protest but was grabbed by Chad and brought
back to work sucking his cock against her will. He
loved the feeling of raping her with his cock like
this. A few times, he made sure to shove his dick
against the soft sensitive roof of her mouth, which
elicited a wince. Then he'd suddenly shove his
pulsating head down her throat once more, relishing the
sound of her gagging sound.
Meanwhile, Mark had worked his big finger into her
tight ass and was fucking her hard. Suddenly, he
removed his finger and splayed her cheeks wide open
with both hands, so as to admire her virgin pastures.
He then took his cock-head, which was akin to a tennis
ball and began to press it against her sphincter. She
was dry, but his cock was enormous and very hard and
his body was greasy enough that he began to force her
open and himself into her.
It was just a bit a first and she again tried to
protest. This was met with a sound smack across the
face by Chad and Jay decided to get in on the fun too.
He found a couple of great big, dirty, old rat traps in
the corner behind the incinerator/woodstove. They were
still loaded and he knelt beside her and began to
manipulate her nipple until it was thick and puffy and
hard. Then he caressed her breast with spring mechanism
of the trap, against her swollen, pink nipple. The trap
snapped shut with an alarming stinging force.
Everybody else stood there, stroking themselves and
waiting their turn when they saw the trap snap closed
hard on her sensitive nipple. Her eyes opened wide and
she screamed in pain around the cock that was now about
to blow. Chad pulled out just enough that his whole,
huge load was spilled into her mouth and he was milking
the last few drops from his still VERY MUCH loaded
weapon into her uptilted head when Mark forced himself
right into her backside. His thick head forced her to
see stars and as she tried to scream, bubbles of come
gargled out of her mouth. Chad slammed her mouth closed
and forced her to swallow it all.
She clawed at the filthy industrial carpet and her
nails began to bleed from embedded debris. Mark had
gotten his head into her and had now grabbed her hips
and with one mighty thrust he tore deep into her. She
continued to scream, even with her mouth clamped shut
by Chad. Mark then took hold of her long hair like two
reins's- winding it around her hands. He began to fuck
her vigorously and she felt like her insides were being
ripped out.
S N A P!
Jay had fired the second rat trap. This one took less
of her breast tissue into its rusty jaws and thus
further tortured her nipple.
Todd had been having a smoke as he watched and
spontaneously decided to put the butt out on her thick,
imprisoned nipple. The sizzle could clearly be heard.
"Owwwwwwwwww..ahhhhhhhh..." she cried out in pain. Dave
decided to follow suit and put his out on her ass
cheek, leaving a big angry blister that Mark began so
smack with his hand. He'd licked his fingers to make
sure it hurt her as much as possible.
Her whole body was trembling as Mark them crushed his
hands around her waist, squeezing her organs in doing
so's- he needed traction as he began to fire of gout
after thick gout of his filthy seed into her anus.
Dave laid down on his back on the carpet and ordered
her ass to be lowered onto his cock. Todd yanked her up
and over into position.
"Oh godammit, you fucking filthy little cocksucking
slut... take my cock you cunt" Dave was vicious as her
began his sodomy.
Dave leaned her back against his chest and pulled up on
the rat traps, which relinquished their grips on her
abused nipples with a wicked snap. His cock could be
seen fucking in and out of her ass and his way was made
smoother by Mark's copious load. She then saw Todd
approaching her's- he knelt down between their widely
spread legs.
"Oh... no... no... no... leave me alone... pleeeease...
OH GOD NOOOOOO!" but it was too late, Todd had worked
his thick cock into her tight dry little cunt and was
right at her hymen. She felt faint at the sensation of
both cocks inside her tiny body. Then, with a sudden
lunge, he tore right through her maidenhead and had
ploughed right into her virgin pussy to the hilt. She
could feel him bashing her cervix with every stroke.
She looked down and saw her blood on his cock as he
fucked her with sadistic enthusiasm. Dave gave a grunt
and emptied his balls into her as well.
"Stay in her ass man!" shouted Chad as he went to
fetch a Tupperware bowl from Mark's poor excuse for a
kitchen. He came back just as Todd was emptying his
spermy load right against her cervix's, her fertile
womb's unprotected entrance. Both men hauled the girl
off of their dicks and a flood of sperm rushed out of
both orifices and into the bowl, it was both flocked
with her virginal blood and the rough, shitty scrapings
of her colon.
"Drink up bitch," ordered Chad who placed the bowl of
filth under her face. Dave took his belt from his jeans
and whipped her hard across the ass until she whimpered
and tremblingly she lowered her face to the bowl and
put her face to it. Her tongue began to lap.
"That's better!" said Dave. They all heard her gag and
wretch at the thick, filthy contents of her dog's bowl.
She threw up into the bowl due to her drunkenness and
revulsion. Crow got behind her and fed his raging cock
into her pussy and began to fuck her cruelly. With one
hand wound in her hair, he gave her head a vicious
yank. "Nobody said to stop drinking, keep at it till
it's all gone you little whore."
She lowered her head into the bowl of sperm, blood,
fecal matter and now her own watery vomit. As she tried
to lap the contents up, the pounding of her pussy would
cause the vile contents to splash and splosh about. She
managed to drink it down as best she could.
With a roar, Crow emptied his own spermy load deep into
her and then quickly withdrew his long cock, it was
longer than anyone else's, and proceeded to feed it
into her still sore rectum. All the guys gathered for
an admiring look as the still raging head split her
open and he began to disappear into her depths. His
length caused her to wail out in pain as he raped her
savagely at a depth she had not felt before. She felt
as though an eel was trying to chew its way out of her
middle.
They burned her with cigarettes and whipped her with
belts. She lay on the floor finally, panting and
sighing's, she was almost comatose from shock and
distress. Just then she was hauled up onto her hands
and knees once more. She felt a huge tongue cover her
once pristine and now ruined vagina. She turned her
head back as would a stabled cow, dumb with pain and
horror.
Mark had called in his mastiff. The dog's large, bright
cock dangled from its hairy sheath and she felt the
weight of the beast as he clambered up onto her back.
Just then she felt his cock find its mark and he rammed
into her and stayed coupled closely to her until the
already huge knot at the base of his cock, swelled up
impossibly large within her. They were locked together
and she would not be able to escape the dog until he
had finished fucking her's- had finished emptying his
thick load into her.
Mark knelt before her face, his filthy cock sticking
straight toward her mouth. He reached his hands around
her head and buried his way into her mouth again. "I
want you to run your tongue all around my head."
Her eyes looked up at him pleadingly. She shook her
head almost imperceptibly. At that, mark took his cock
out of her mouth, to Stacy's fleeting relief. He then
proceeded to poke her straight in the eye with it. She
howled in pain at the sudden, blinding pain in her eye.
He then shoved his cock back into her mouth. "Let's try
this again." Soon Stacy was running her tongue all
around the head of his cock, reaming up the smegma and
sour filth of many weeks since he last washed.
"He's been know to take up to a half an hour to finish,
eh boys?", said Mark gesturing to the great dog. "He'll
pump his come for a good five minutes at least. She'll
have something to quench her thirst again, won't she."
They all laughed uproariously at her. Todd stood over
her and shot more of his come onto her back. Chad did
the same. Jay came up and seemed like he was about to
come on her back, but instead a long hot stream of his
piss coated her back and ran down on her, her shoulders
and into her hair and onto her face.
They all roared at this again.
The dog barked deeply and began to come. Stacy could
feel spurt after spurt hit her vaginal walls and
slather her cervix. She felt she was going to be sick.
Dave had switched off with Mark now and she was being
forced to swallow his come now.
This went on all night. At one point Crow had fed the
vodka bottle into her pussy and Chad fed the neck of a
huge beer bottle into her ass. They fucked her hard
enough to bruise her sensitive skin to a dull purple
hue. She passed out and although was breathing, would
not be revived.
"What are we going to do with this slut? We can't just
keep her here, can we?" asked Dave.
"Why not? This junkyard is the biggest in the state,"
said Mark.
Mark and the others dressed themselves as the first
light of dawn started to creep over the horizon. Mark
went to the back room and came out with what looked
like a Chinese take-out container. He ordered her legs
spread wide apart and then reached into the container
and pulled out a half dozen hungry looking leeches. "I
was going to go fishing, but I can always get more
bait."
They all laughed at the sight of Mark stuffing leeches
into her young vagina. He took another bunch and fed
those into her. Mark then managed to feed a few into
her gaping anal orifice. They then rolled her up
tightly in a bed sheet, like a mummy and carried her to
the trunk of Chad's car. They drove for 20 minutes
through the junkyard, twisting and turning as they
went. Mark had driven his jeep and had stopped at an
old burned out Cadillac. "This will do juuuuust fine,"
he said.
They tossed her unconscious body into the trunk of the
old Caddy and Mark lit the torch that was mounted on
the back of his jeep. He threw a few tack weld spots
onto the body of the car until he was sure she'd never
open it.
"Well..." said Mark opening another beer, "Who's into
some fishing today?"
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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