Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Latrine Duty (fM+, bdsm, rape) Date: 21 Oct 1995 01:30:05 GMT Latrine Duty Staring at her feet, morosely swabbing the floor at the far wall of the of the latrine trying not to breathe through her nose the sickly sweet stench of industrial strength disinfectant clings roughly to the back of her throat. Her rectum had finally recovered from the reaming it took her first night in camp; she moves sluggishly having lain sleepless for the past three nights; each day in the mess-hall her attackers have promised a return visit, but they have yet to make good on that promise. Too tired to react quickly she sees a foot snake out, tip the metal mop-bucket over. Filthy soapy water sloshes over her feet soaking into her sneakers running through the slick wood floorboards; the overwhelming smell of pine disinfectant rising up from her feet makes her gag. A pair of hands grab her roughly by the front of her t-shirt, slam her backwards against the wooden wall with a dull thud. She moves instinctively to raise the mop handle in defense, but the hands of the boy towering over her grab the mop wrench it from her hands tossing it casually aside, smiling, slamming her effortlessly back into the wall. "Randy says you give _excellent_ head." Smiling. Her stomach is in her mouth, she feels the bile rise, looks wildly past the boy trapping her in the far end of the latrine. She sees Randy, another boy she recognizes as one of the baseball jocks, leaning against the row of sinks near the door, smirking. She twitches nervously, her eyes drawn to the noticeable bulge in Randy's jeans. "Colin!" she yelps the name of their counselor but the boy in front of her closes in, grinning down into her face. "Counselor ain't here, pussy. It's quiet hour. Probably trying to score with the nurse." Large hands grab the tops of her shoulders, push her relentlessly to her knees. "Blow me, bitch." She screws her eyes shut, kneeling in the filthy soapy water spilled from the bucket, her arms at her side, her lips pressed tightly shut she hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper. A smack across the side of her head sends her reeling, she raises her hands to protect her head, is kneed in the stomach. Clutching at her gut blows rain down on her from all directions until she feels a hand in her hair. She reaches up to clutch at the hand, trying not to shriek at the pain, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut desperately avoiding the sight of the penis she knows is dangling in front of her face. "Blow me you goddamn bitch, unless you wanna take it up your ass instead?" Her mind careens at the mere mention of sodomy, tears roll down the sides of her face. She whimpers, opens her eyes to the sight of a hard fat penis oozing pre-cum, cannot bear to voluntarily take this strange boy's penis in her mouth, cannot bear to actively suck on it... She sees a hand reach out to grab at her shoulder and lift her to her feet; terrified of another butt-fucking she opens her mouth and lunges forward onto the cock before her. She licks clumsily, gagging as the boy grabs her hair and thrusts into her face she hears the boy moaning appreciatively, feels a bulging cock head pressing against the back of her throat. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, instinct makes her press them against her attacker's legs as she feels the cock thrust down into her throat harder and more insistently blocking her air passage she cannot breathe panicking now struggling instinctively. A familiar sickening slimy wetness spreads at the back of her throat, the bludgeoning penis is withdrawn from her face, the major volume of sperm sprayed into her hair, some in her face she flinches, hears laughter, feels a thick gob of warm wet jizm sliding down her cheek. "Fuckin' hose the slut down goddamn!" Randy. She is coughing, doubled over spitting semen onto the latrine floor, wiping it from her face, only vaguely aware that the first boy has pulled up his pants and moved back to the look-out position, replaced by Randy's baseball pal. She kneels up, sees the boy standing over her dick in hand waiting expectantly for his blow-job. "Well, cunt?" Unable to envision an escape from the afternoon's ordeal she lurches forward sucking the boy's penis into her mouth she pulls back, sliding her mouth along the length rolling her tongue around the head, slowly, instinctively, somehow dimly aware that if she actively sucks the boy she has more control, won't be strangled, she bobs her head up and down along the rubbery flesh this boy's penis is shorter and thinner than the first boy's she uses her hands to squeeze the boy's balls hoping it will make him come sooner, get it over with faster. Her instincts are good; after only a few long minutes of attention, the penis in her mouth is squirting semen the boy is moaning and clutching at her cum-spattered hair humping into her face, she feels the softening penis sliding wetly against the roof of her mouth, hears Randy and the other boy offering encouragement from where they stand guard to their friend lost in the throes of ecstasy. The penis is withdrawn from her mouth, more semen coughed up, spit onto the floor, offered up at the feet of her second attacker. "Girl you gotta learn to swallow, your little sister says my jizz is _tasty_!" She is still kneeling and spitting, hearing the laughter echo about the small building as Randy approaches. She looks into the face hovering over her, her eyes black with hatred. Randy smiles. "You know you love it." She kneels, not moving, still glaring. "Get up." She stands uncertainly, wobbling slightly, her jeans are soaked, her sneakers grey and soggy, cum is still matted in her hair her face is red from crying and choking. Randy moves forward and grabs her around the neck with one arm, pulling her toward the nearest stall; it gives some privacy for what passes for toilet facilities: an enclosed platform with an oval hole cut in it poised over a pit in the ground, the fetid odor of shit and piss covered with campfire ashes and Lysol wafting up from within. She struggles furiously as she realizes his intentions, scuffling and slipping on the slimy wooden floor she is not much smaller than Randy but she is not at all athletically inclined, and the larger of Randy's friends, the first boy, the one with the big dick, joins the fray; together they manage to drag her into the stall; they've bent her double and stuffed her head down through the seat- hole, she is staring down into the dark vile pit of human waste puking up lunch and choking on bile as she feels a meaty fist dig into her side. Pain explodes on impact, radiates outward, hands are tearing at her jeans, reaching around to pull at her belt, there is almost no gap between the time her jeans and underwear are yanked down around her thighs and a penis - she assumes it is Randy's - is thrust through her asshole and up into her rectum. The stench is overwhelming, she is vomiting helplessly, nausea competing with the terrible burning pain as her bunk-mate's young cock glides roughly in and out of her ass hands clutch her shoulders for support hips slam brutally against her buttocks as the cock between her cheeks is driven deep into her depths she alternates barfing and screaming the sounds of her distress lost, muffled in the foul fetid pit underneath the building in which she is being violated. She feels a warm wet burst deep in her rectum, distant grunts of pleasure filter down to her ears as thick strong hands around her neck tell her her ordeal is not completed even as she feels the cock that she assumes belongs to Randy slip from her bowels. "Bitch's pretty good at this." She hears excited laughter from Randy's jock friend, has no time to wonder at the friend's ability to get it up again as she feels the fat helmet of a well-developed dick tear open her ass-muscle she shrieks and struggles violently the already abused walls of her rectum stretched impossibly wide in an effort to accommodate the intruder. A fist smashes into her side again and for a brief moment she believes she will pass out from the pain as the raping bludgeon is pulled from her ass and brutally repenetrates. Every ounce of muscle in her body tenses with the effort of screaming and twisting as her arms clutch wildly at the walls of the stall, her rectum is turned nearly inside out as she feels strong hands gripping her shoulders, strong hips slamming into her, a fat penis stretching her open, her buttocks flattening on impact she feels her rapist's testicles slap against her upper thighs each time the monstrous cock is rammed more deeply into her. She is not lucky enough to faint; her mind clears slowly and she is still gagging from the stench enveloping her head; animal-like moans of pleasure fill the small wooden stall as her sphincter is stretched wider than she can bear she begins to wail in a steady keening rhythm as the cock filling her ass pounds in and out, in and out, over and over and over and over again in a steady brutal rhythm her groin slams again and again and again into the edge of the wooden platform she is trapped in an eternity bubble, time stands still, she is being raped forever. The eternity bubble bursts; the boy buried in her ass stands immobile for a long, agonizing moment; she feels the body clutched against her, the cock invading her, tense, thrust brutally. Once, twice, three times. She feels a wet warm spurt of cum deep in her ass punctuate each thrust, and she feels her sphincter spasm uncontrollably, winking relief as the fat dick is finally pulled from her ass with a wet popping sound. She kneels back, sobbing, pulling her head from the crap hole, gulping in the relative freshness of the air around her feeling semen wet and slimy deep inside her rectum slowly leaking from her tortured ass-muscle. She feels a hand grab the back of her head, pulling at her hair so her face is pointing upward. "You the camp slut this Summer, huh Cindy?" She squeezes her eyes shut against leering face of Randy's friend. "Colin's on the path." Her head is dropped, sounds of pants hastily pulled up, a zipper worked, a belt being buckled. Sneakers pound quickly down the wooden steps of the latrine, she is alone. Early afternoon sun is streaming into through the window, shining off the spilled water. She hears footsteps again and hastily pulls the stall door shut. "Hey Cindy, you in there?" Colin, their counselor. Angry. "On the can... " She calls out timidly. "Finish up goddamnit it's time for swimming." She waits, hoping Colin will leave, not notice the mess. "What the fuck's with the water all over the floor??" Fearful silence. "I tripped." Disgusted snort. A longer silence. "Well finish up. You got latrine duty again tomorrow for fucking up today." Listening to the footsteps retreat she collapses, sobbing silently, praying that Colin will hang around the bunks during quiet hour tomorrow, knowing he won't.