A young woman, 23 years old, bright, personable, attractive. She stands 5'9" and weighs 138 lbs. Of Italian descent, she has the fine chiseled features of Rome, with a strong, aquiline nose, sharp cheekbones, and large, beautiful brown eyes to match her straight light brown hair which is cut to shoulder length. She has a strong chin and a generous mouth which frequently breaks into a dazzling smile. A beautiful woman, her body is firm and fit. Her legs, long, shapely, well-muscled, and tanned a smooth brown,catch the eye, especially with her tendency toward short, flirty skirts, shorts, or spandex. Her legs give way to two firm, well-shaped buttocks, which in turn lead to a narrow waist and strong, flat stomach. Her breasts are two perfect size B globes set high on her chest,each one capped by a small pink nipple. Her name is Christina.

She is walking home late that night, wishing she hadn't worn such a short skirt, or at least had worn some stockings. But she has just finished speaking to, and flirting with, her T.A., and she had figured she had best go prepared. So she had put on some light makeup,a sleeveless white blouse with a muscle-T under it instead of a bra, both arranged so as to show a wide expanse of chest, yet not revealing anything of her breasts, and a loose, short,plaid, pleated, "school-girl" skirt to show her legs and thighs to their best advantage. The meeting had gone well, too. A few suggestions and she had arranged a date--it helped when he couldn't take his eyes off her legs. A few more "suggestions", she figures, and she would have both a good time--she finds him extremely handsome--and a great "tutor" for the class. She shivers, goose bumps standing out on her legs and arms, as she begins the 200 yard march through Midnight Alley, so named because even during the day the trees shadowed it from the sun. Bushes and shrubs and clearing stand among the trees and are refuge for the homeless and the criminal. She isn't worried, though, since she has walked this way many times before. Still, she looks around and wishes there were others present.

Striding purposefully through the Alley, she hears a rustling in the bushes to her left. She half turns toward the sound when she feels someone behind her. She draws in a breath to scream, but it is too late as a large cloth engulfs the lower half of her face and drags her head backwards, her body stumbling after it. She crashes into a body behind her, her scream choked by the reflex effort of staying upright. The body, she thinks, is a target: she prepares to attack it and escape. Her panic rises, though, as she hears leaves rustle under her feet, and she realizes she's been pulled off the path and any easy path to freedom. She pulls her hands away from the cloth around her face and prepares to elbow her attacker. Suddenly another body crashes into her front, knocking her and her attacker to the ground. Her breath whooshes out of her as she feels arms wrap around her torso. A voice from the body beneath her curses as she struggles, her arms now pinned to her sides, only her magnificent legs free, and whispers harshly, "Get her, goddammit, get her."

"Shut up and tie it off," is the response. Her breath comes ragged as her panic peaks. A strangled, muffled cry comes from her throat as all her strength releases itself as she bucks upwards, throwing the body atop her to the side. All is chaos for a moment, black forms of men below her and to the side, dark bushes and trees obscuring her sight, flashes of images that her mind, in its panic, does not bother to process. Her head comes free for a moment and she is on her hands and knees, scrambling to stand as her blouse is ripped from her as she pulls away. She reaches for the cloth still around her face and half stands half crouches, ready to flee, so close to freedom, when she is tackled from behind.

"Uuuhh," she cries as she lands hard on the ground, her wind leaving her in a painful burst. The man atop her is big and strong, and her struggles pause as she recovers. He is straddling her back, holding her down with his weight. Her head snaps back as he pulls on the cloth around her lower face, her hands reach out in front of her, scrabbling in the dirt for purchase, for some escape. The cloth bunches up and is pulled harshly into her mouth, drawing her lips back from her teeth and strangling her tongue. "Aaaahhhhhhgggg!"she cries, her hands grabbing at the restraining cloth. Her whole body is pulled up as her head is pulled back, and a picture of herself flashes before her eyes: on her stomach in the dirt, a man straddling her lower back. Her legs, long, tan, and muscular, kicking behind her, powerless to help. Her school-girl skirt barely covers her muscular buttocks from the eyes of her second attacker. Her head and upper body is pulled back by the man on top of her, using the cloth like a bit in a horses mouth. Her back is arched back, her breasts clearing her ground, hanging loose, covered only by a flimsy muscle-T. Her large brown eyes are wide and rolling in panic as her body is brought under control. Like an animal,she thinks briefly, like an animal.

Her head is released suddenly, but the cloth is still there. She bangs her face against the ground, stunning herself momentarily. Hands grab her wrists, tearing their grip from the cloth and dragging them behind her. "Gimme the cuffs," she hears one of them say, and rocks her body back and forth, trying to escape, knowing it is futile as she feels the cold metal around her wrists. "Gotcha bitch," she hears one of them gloat. She stills, catches her breath, and senses that they do the same. One of them says,"Let's see what we got," and the one on her back moves off her and rolls her over onto her back and arms. For the first time she sees her attackers in the dim light of the moon through the trees. One is big, 6'3" and at least 240 lbs. The other is 5'11 and about 175 lbs.Both are muscular and well built, and both have ski masks obscuring their faces, which she finds all the more terrifying, although a small portion of her mind holds out hope that this means that they intend on letting her go.

Her nostrils flaring, her chest heaving, she makes one last attempt to escape, drawing her legs up and kicking out, flopping with an "ooofff" back on the ground like a landed fish.Her abductors merely move back and then grab her when she lands, the big one now straddling her midriff and the small one lying across her legs, holding them down.

"Not bad," says the big one as he runs his hands over her chest, pushing the flimsy T across her shoulders. "Not bad at all." His hands burn on her breasts, and she pleads with her eyes and squirms under his rough treatment as he squeezes them and pinches the nipples and rolls them around between his fingers.

"Eeeeessss oooooo" she whimpers through her gag as he moves off her, still keeping one arm across her waist to hold her down, and bends down and takes one into his mouth,producing a strong burning sensation through her chest and upper body. She groans in humiliation as she feels the small one tug her skirt from her body. "Man," he says, "you should check out these legs. They're goddamn gorgeous." He's sitting on her knees, running his hands up and down her thighs, slapping and pinching them just to see her squirm. She struggles as he slides his knees between hers and slides his body down against her legs until his head is just above and between her upper thighs.

"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh" she screams through her gag and tenses her body until it is as taunt as a bowstring as the big one bites down hard on her nipple. She begins trembling uncontrollably when she feels the hot breath of the smaller one between her thighs and against her sex. With one smooth motion he grabs her panties and stands, removing her last shred of clothing, lifting her legs for a moment in a 120 degree arc from her body. Startled, she stops shaking, only to start again when he drops back down to her crotch, his nose gently nuzzling her sparse brown pubic hair.

The big one has stopped sucking on her breasts and is absentmindedly mauling them while watching his partner play with her pussy. Her trembling increases as she feels the gentle caress of his tongue against her labia, the moisture of his breath making it moist and warm. She bucks her hips upward, trying to dislodge him, but he holds on and continues to gently lick around her labia, avoiding her clitoral area.

"We sure got ourselves a hot one," the big one comments, leaning across her again and sucking on the side of her neck. She is shaking uncontrollably now, trembling in fear and reaction, and she flashes back to her first time. She had been 13 and he had been 16 and exceedingly handsome. She remembers trembling then like she is now, but then it was from apprehension. She had been teasing him and herself for months with flirting and petting and heavy petting, but hadn't been sure she wanted to go all the way. It hadn't mattered to him, though, and she remembers half-heartedly trying to push him off when he climbed on top of her, wanting and not wanting him to continue. She remembers the exquisite agony of that first penetration, and his powerful, silent form as he thrust maniacally into her. She had screamed with the shock of the pain, and shook like a leaf as she was impaled forcefully on his cock. She remembers him stopping, his face a mask of concentration, stopping for minutes at a time, just holding himself inside her, then continuing the brutal onslaught. She remembers how the pain turned into an exquisite pleasure, and unbearably overwhelming ecstasy, and how she began to grunt in time to his impaling's. She remembers him bringing her to a screaming, bucking, thrashing, clawing climax before he dumped his seed inside her. She remembers all that while her rapists abuse her body. One is swirling his tongue around her clitoris, sending jolting sensations through her body. The other is sucking on her neck and chest, moving his mouth across her nipples, nibbling and bruising her body with his mouth and hands, causing her to squirm in a pain that borders on pleasure. She arches her back and swings her hips back and forth in a frenzy when the small one takes her clit between his lips and bites down softly--the sensations are too much, she cannot take it. "Uuuhhggg...aaaahhhh...oooooo" she whimpers and begs as the assault on her clitoris and breasts continue, driving her into a painful fever pitch of sensation.

She blushes in shame as she feels her sex warm and moisten, her labia getting that slippery feeling of sexual desire. "Ooooooo" she cries out as she feels the small one, still assaulting her clitoris with his tongue, slide his fingers easily into her now slick cunt. She has never before felt this humiliated in all her life; they are treating her as less than human,as some piece of meat to satisfy their hate and their lust. She wants to tell them they don't have to do this, that she they're her type--big, strong, muscular. All they need do is a little flirting, a little play, and she'd enjoy sex with them. But not like this, not with dirt pressing into her ass, with her arms painfully behind her, not gagged and bound and taken like an animal. Please, please she thinks while she squirms around, trying to dislodge the fingers and mouth which are providing such exquisite sensations to her body.

"Out of the way," she hears the small one say urgently, "she's all ready to go, and I've got to have me a piece of this meat." Suddenly the big one is gone and the small one is on top of her, his legs holding hers apart and his cock pressing insistently against her vagina. He looks down into her eyes, smiles, and says, "You really want this, don't you, you whore?"

She shakes her head violently, "oooooo! oooooo!" Noooooo! Nooooo! she tries to say as he thrust hard into her. She almost weeps as she feels him enter her, and her mind cringes at the thought of her rape. It is a painless entrance, so like so many others she had experiences, but so different because this one is against her will. Now he is laying full against her, his shirt scraping her tenderized nipples and breasts, sending teeth-jarring sensations across them, his pelvis pressing against her sensitized clitoris, washing a wave of unwanted pleasure across her frame.

He is whispering in her ear as he slowly begins to fuck her, using a gentle circular motion to his thrusts to put the most pressure on her clitoris and keeping his body up against her chest. "I know you want it whore," he whispers. "From the first time I saw you I knew, with that short skirt and those long legs.... And the way you juiced up for me. You're nothing but a pig slut, a goddamn fucking machine. Good for nothing but fucking in the dirt. A whore, a cheap, slutty, worthless, fucking whore."

"You like that cunt?" he continues as he bore down on her, his motions atop her sending her body into a trembling need. He is fucking her slowly, deliberately, brutally; he is trying to humiliate her with her own body, and she feels him winning. A warmth spreads from her loins down her thighs and up her body, through her breasts, to her face. What feels like sparkling cracks of electricity dance up and down her body, sending her trembling in sexual desire. She feels debased, humiliated, betrayed, as she spreads her legs wider for her rapist, lifting them into her air and locking her ankles around her back. The struggle,the adrenaline, the mauling of her body, the humiliation, the force of her taking all served now only as a powerful aphrodisiac as she began to thrust back against him, striving for release from an overwhelming sexual tension.

"Uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh..." she grunts through her gag, and is cut off as he places his mouth against her, his fucking rhythm turning violent, urgent, pounding, matching her own. She feels her orgasm build...build...build...and take control as her back lifts from the ground, her body jolted by waves pure ecstasy. She feels her rapist hold himself deep inside her and hears him grunt out his own orgasm, and she thinks that now she has been taken, now she has been truly raped. The thought sends her another climax, stronger than the first, making her thighs tremble and her legs jerk wildly in the air as the sensations crash against her brain.

When she finally calms, he is still laying atop her, his cock still inside her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Fucking whore," he says softly as he climbs off her, and she feels like one. She groans as the big one says "My turn," but there is no fight left in her; she has been beaten, conquered. She lays there unresisting as he moves over toward her, his pants removed and his cock swaying turgid before him. She moans as her rolls her over onto her stomach, agony lancing through her arms as her weight comes off them. She feels him wipe the dirt off her back and ass and thighs, and is thankful for it. Kneeling behind her, he lifts her up onto her knees, her legs spread wide to either side of his. With one hand he presses on her upper back, keeping her face pressed into the moist ground, while with the other he holds her hips in place.

The small one comes around and places his hands against her shoulders so his friend can guide his cock into her now gaping vagina, runny with her and her rapist's juices. She closes her eyes in shame as he pushes into her raped hole, feeling the sperm previously there squeezed out and sliding slowly down her inner thigh. Please, she thinks, let him be done soon; she feels humiliated in this position, ass up in the air, anus and vagina exposed,face in the dirt. She is surprised then when he pulls out, and groans inwardly as he places his cock against her anus. He is going to assfuck her, she thinks. She had had anal sex before, and remembers the initial pain and the general lack of pleasure. Not that these two men care about her pleasure, she thinks, except to use it to further debase her. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhgggg!" she gurgles as he pushes past her tight sphinctal ring, unable to keep from jerking forward, trying to escape the penetration, only to be jerked back violently by the brutal strength of the hands on her hips to be impaled further on his cock. The pain flares throughout her body, bringing her to life again as she instinctively tries to escape the pain, knowing it is useless. Slowly, her rapist builds up a steady rhythm, punctuated by his balls slapping obscenely against her exposed sex. The pain lessens to a distant tingling throughout her body, and she waits, waits for him to finish using her body as a depository for his sperm.

She grunts as he grabs her upper arm and pulls her up against him, his cock buried deep in her bowels. He continues to thrust up into her as he begins to suck on her neck. On hand begins exploring her chest, rubbing across her tender breasts, while the other stabs at her still sensitive cunt, causing her body to jerk about in his grasp. She sees the smaller one looking on, watching as she writhes under his friend's attention, a small knowing smile on his face, the only thing showing besides his eyes.

Bastard, she thinks as she is buffeted from behind by her powerful rapist. She feels the tingling in her ass spread across her body as he mauls her cunt and breast, mashing his fingers into the tender flesh of her breasts, labia, and clitoris, sending painful pleasure along her nerves. She throws her head back as he increases his pace, practically lifting her off the ground with each thrust and digging his fingers deeper into her tender spots.

Her chest is heaving as she feels the ecstatic sensations threaten to overwhelm her,and she remembers the small one's words: whore, slut, fucking machine. She is, she thinks:getting raped and cumming; getting fucked in the dirt like a filthy animal, and cumming like a pig. She flops around in his grip like a gaffed fish as her climax hits her, and an inarticulate cry to the heavens escapes her lips, strangled by the mind numbing ecstasy of her cum. It seems like it never ends, even after he dumps his seed into her ass and drops her writhing to the ground. She's still in its grip until with one final snap, her body jerks once and is still except for her ragged gasping.

"Some cunt, huh," she hears the small one say in her daze, followed by a grunt of agreement from the big one. "I'll bet we could keep her and fuck her all night and she'd still be freaking out on our cocks, whaddya think," he says as he grabs her hair and forces her to look at him, "how would you like to spend the night with us?" She shakes her head weakly, knowing that she cannot take any more.

"Look at that," he mocks, "the cunt pops her cork twice and that's her gratitude. Well, I've got a deal for you. Your kinda funky down in the snatch area," she reddens at this, "so me and my friend need some cleaning up. Your mouth seems like a nice option. We untie you and take off the gag and you blow us, then we go, ok?" She nods, thankful to be getting off so easy, thankful they are going to let her go. "Oh, one more thing," he adds, "I want to see you cum two more times, because all good whore cum while they're sucking cock, and I know you're a good whore. Got that." She groans inwardly, but nods agreement. She would do anything for a respite.

"Good," he says and they lift her to her feet and undo the cuffs and the gag. She licks her lips and swallows, thankful to have it out of her mouth. She watches silently as the small one sits down on a fallen log and leans back against a trunk. "Come on then,crawl on over here," he says. Standing, she feels human, although her body, especially her loins and breasts, are sore. Defiantly, she holds her feet for a moment, her abused body beautiful in the night, before she slowly drops to all fours and crawls over to her rapist. Kneeling, she takes his manhood in her hand and slowly engulfs it in her generous mouth,smelling and tasting her own funk on his tool. She begins to work on his cock in earnest,bobbing her head up and down, tasting the salty pre-come oozing out of his cock on the back of her tongue. Knowing what he wants, she slowly opens her fabulous legs and reaches her hands down and begin gently rubbing her labia, working teasingly toward her hypersensitive clit. She wants to fake it, but is afraid he would know, would know and would keep her longer. She is startled by his voice as he speaks: "Come now. A slut like you can do better than that. How 'bout a little deep throat?" She groans at this further humiliation, but she has done it before, so braces herself and takes him into her throat. She feels his hands on her head, gripping her scalp, as she takes him to the hilt. Strangely she feels pleasure rising in her own loins as she continues playing with herself. On her knees before a strange man,recently raped, his cock down her throat, forced to pleasure herself, she feels strangely elated. It's the exhaustion, she thinks, and the orgasms she was forced to endure, that is making her light-headed, intensifying the sensations growing in her clitoris. He's gripping her head tighter now, harder, thrusting himself into her throat. She feels like she's melting,it feels so good what she's doing to herself, and her whole body shudders into orgasm as the first splatter of his cum slides down her throat.

She is forced to suck his cock until it is soft, and then she is forced to service the big one, forced to play with herself throughout the ordeal. She comes again as she feels him come in her throat, and then slumps to the ground in exhaustion. The small one rolls her over onto her stomach and kneels beside her head, telling her to keep working her cunt, tells her that she better not let them see she's stopped until they put on their clothes and leave. She doesn't stop, her hands working feverishly at her cunt, her ass thrust into the air and her legs slightly parted. She hears them leave, and still does not stop, sweat running off her body as she builds to another orgasm, remembering the way they took her, the way they used her, they way the abused and raped her--she explodes in climax.

The End