Tears streamed down her face as her rapist shoved a finger into her virgin box. Her fifteen year old body still shone with sweat from her recent workout, and her heart pounded in fear as she felt his finger push against her hymen. She wanted to beg, to cry out, but he had shoved her panties into her mouth, muffling her, and shoved her face into the damp grass. Her legs were spread wide apart as she balanced on her knees, her young tender ass and cunt exposed to her rapist. Her cheerleading skirt was flipped up over her waist, and her vest ripped open down the front, letting her ample breasts hang free. Her hands were bound together in front of her and laid between her knees, while her soft ebony hair fell in a sphere around her head.

"Hot damn!" she heard her rapist exclaim as he pressed against her hymen with his finger, sending pain shooting through her. "You're a virgin! Been a while since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt."

She squirmed and grunted as he leaned over her, his cock pressing against her virgin teenaged pussy. With a grunt he entered her, his face only inches from her own as she gasped in pain and agony through her makeshift gag. She trembled in pain and fear as she felt his cock stop against her hymen, then felt him pull back and ram his cock into her.

She screamed as he filled her to the hilt, feeling like she was being torn apart. She never knew there could be such pain. Her whole body jerked and thrashed as she tried to escape the pain he was causing her. She closed her eyes, wishing she were dead, when she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and chewing the tender flesh as he began rodding her cunt out in earnest, sending throbbing agony through her body.

He was rocking her whole body back and forth, and she felt blood slide down the inside of her thigh, matching the tears wetting the ground beneath her face.

The humiliation was worse than the pain. The degradation, the powerlessness, the knowledge that she was helpless, was too much. She sobbed as he continued his rape of her defenseless flesh, fucking her ruthlessly and brutally.

"Cry little girl, cry," she heard him whisper in her ear, licking the side of her face, making her sob louder, her body racked with physical agony.

Burst of air shot from her nostrils as he began to plow her harder, faster, his hands reaching around to maul her breasts. Her slender young body shook with every blow, and her cunt pulsated with pain. She cried out into her gag as his fingers drove brutally into her tender tit flesh and she felt his semen fill her belly.

Done, she thought, he's done. But he didn't let her go. He held her there, his cock still inside her violated pussy, his hands holding her tits, his face against hers, his body against hers, for seconds, then minutes. She felt suffocated, violated. She wanted out. She wanted him off. Please let him leave, she thought, sobs still shaking her body.

When he finally pulled out she choked back her sobs, hoping he would leave her alone, now. She lay there limp as she felt his cock slide along her ass crack and press against her anus. What was he doing, she thought, then began to scream and struggle as he continued to press into her ass.

NO! her mind screamed, her body blazing in pain as his cock, slick with her blood and his cum popped past her tight anal ring into her ass. It felt like her ass was being torn apart as he forced himself into her until his balls rested against her recently violated cunt.

She thrashed about wildly, out of her mind with pain as he began jabbing his cock in and out of her ass, using short, violent strokes, holding her down with his body. She was totally encompassed by his body, held like a shivering rabbit as he took his pleasure from her young body.

She jerked again and close her eyes, her long black eyelashes glistening with her tears against her cheeks, as he reached up under her and jammed his fingers against her clit.

Her cunt still throbbed, and her ass was a firecracker of pain, as he began rubbing her clit brutally while twisting his cock around in her bowels. He was whispering things to her, whispering how tight she was, what a cunt she had, how she loved it, how she wanted more. She bucked her hips back against his, trying to escape his fingers as he sent painful sparks shooting through her body.

Her own breath started to come in rhythmic grunts as he began slowly fucking her ass, all the while ravaging her cunt and clit with his hands. Both of his hands were at her sex now, tearing at her abused flesh, squeezing and pinching and rubbing her clit as it hardened beneath his fingers.

The pain in her ass continued, to be joined by the torture of her genitals. A low, tingling sensation, like when a limb, asleep, begins to slowly awake, joined the agony coming from her crotch. Slowly he continued reaming her, now being gentler with her cunt, sliding two fingers up into her slick hole while rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth.

Her slender body tensed as she jerked in her bondage, her whole ass and groin feeling like a limb just awakened from numbness. A guttural groan came from deep in her throat as it quickly became unbearable. The pain was gone, replaced by this overwhelming tingling which was spreading to encompass her upper thighs and her stomach.

Each thrust of his cock into her ass caused the tingling to shoot through her body, making her shiver in reaction, her stomach heaving as her hips rocked uncontrollably against her rapist, guttural grunts escaping her gag.

Her tits began to throb in time with his thrusting as he reached down with one hand and began to manhandle them, tweaking and twisting the nipples while he sucked on her neck and continued to plow his fingers into her cunt and against her clit.

Her whole body started shaking and bucking uncontrollably in his grip as he increased his thrusting, sending shearing jolts of sensation through her body. Her fingers curled and her hands tingled, her toes followed as sharp pricks of sensation tickled them, her whole body dancing in the uncontrollable grip of overwhelming passion.

She screamed as she came, feeling his seed spill into her guts, her body exploding with earth-shattering pleasure, her slender form jerking and twisting and spasming on the end of his cock.

He had been watching her for a few days, watching her from afar as she practiced her cheerleading routines with the other cheerleaders. She was one of the younger ones, freshman or sophomore. Hot, he thought as he watched her, very hot. She had to be half Japanese to give her that hair, long and black and silky. And that skin, smooth, hairless, lightly olive. Her face was smooth too, with slightly Asian eyes and nose. Her legs and tits, though, were what he liked the most. He didn't know what it was about the young ones, but they had the greatest legs, and she was no exception--firm, muscular, the skin tight and seeming to shine with health. The tits too were full of life, large for her age, pressed together inside her skimpy vest as she practiced her cheers. God, he was going to love breaking this one.

He waited between two of the buildings they all passed by. He knew she always waited, was always the last one to leave, so he waited, and she did not disappoint. It took only a second to grab her, his hand covering her mouth, and barely more than another minute (with the help of his trusty knife) until he had her on the ground in his favorite position, her hands tied together with a piece of rope he always carried, her face pressed into the ground, her ass (such a nice round ass) up in the air, ready and waiting for him, and her panties shoved in her mouth to keep the noise down.

He felt her jerk as he pressed his fingers into her cunt. He leaned over her, close to her, as he pressed into her farther. Let the little bitch squeal, he thought, his fingers stopped by an unexpected obstruction.

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed as he pressed against her hymen with his finger, feeling a shiver wrack her body. "You're a virgin! Been a while since I popped a virgin. Get ready cunt." It _had_ been a while since he'd fucked a virgin. Almost two years ago, when he was 25, and she had been only 12. He remembered her as he lowered his pants and pressed his cock against his current prize's cunt. He usually didn't go for cunt's that young, preferring to stick to ages 15 to 25, but she had been special.

He leaned his face close to hers as he pressed his cock into her dry hole. He felt like he breathed in her soul when he felt his cockhead press past her labia and inside her--hearing her muffled groans, seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, feeling her body tremble in his encompassing grasp, knowing that he was taking something more than her virginity from her.

He almost came when he crashed through her hymen, her trembling, jerking, thrashing body, her muffled scream, sending him flying on a euphoric high as her cunt clamped down on his cock, squeezing it almost unbearably, sending shivers down his spine. He bit down on her neck, holding his cock deep within her, and barely held back when he felt her shudder in disgust.

God, he never felt so alive as when he was raping some hot piece of flesh like this one. Having gained control of himself, he began rodding her cunt out in earnest, making her slender young body rock back and forth as he gnawed at her neck. He felt his balls grow tight as his little girl began to sob, and he whispered in her ear "Cry little girl, cry", licking her face.

He pounded into her harder, grabbing her generous tit mounds and brutally squeezing them, making her teenaged body jerk in agony. He heard her cry out as he came, his cock pulsing with pleasure, each moan, each shiver, from her only prolonging his ecstasy.

He finally stopped pounding into her and just held her. He loved this part most of all. They always thought that he was done with them; as if any man would be finished with hot flesh like this after one time. He liked to just hold them, prolong the suspense, make them think he might be done, and then to show them how wrong they were.

As he slipped his cock out of her raped hole, he gained a better grip on her, knowing from experience that she would fight him, knowing that it made fucking them in the ass all the sweeter. And he knew this little Asian bitch would have a sweet, cherry ass.

He felt her begin to squirm around like a fish in his grip when she realized what he was doing, and smiled inwardly, jamming his cock against her tiny sphincter, counting on the coating of blood and semen on his cock to allow him entrance.

There! He grimaced at the tightness of it as he plowed deep into her bowels, feeling his balls slap against her ravaged cunt. He began working himself into her with short, brutal jabs, totally dominating her as he took his pleasure.

It wasn't enough; it never was, he knew, as he reached down and jammed his fingers against her cunt, slamming them into her violated hole and tearing at the tender flesh. When he was like this he wanted to own them, to eat them, to completely consume them, body and soul. To take everything they had and make it his--to use everything up.

He found her clit and began rubbing it harshly, whispering to the cunt what a whore she was, how much she wanted it, all the while working his cock around in her oh so tight ass. He began pile driving into her, his cheek against hers, as she jerked her hips back against his, trying to escape his probing fingers.

He felt her shiver through her wracking sobs and continued to violate her cunt and clit as he used one hand to reach down and pinch and rub her titties. Hot piece of ass, he thought as he felt his come begin to build in the pit of his stomach--it was always more painful, and better, the second time.

Her grunting began to match his and he felt her stomach and ass heaving back against him. The little Asian whore was giving him one of the best rides of his life as she began to buck and thrash beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps.

He drove his fingers brutally into her clit and her tit as he came, feeling her going wild beneath him, cumming her brains out.

When he left, he took his rope with him and left her laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood and come, as well as his own. He usually made it a rule never to come back for a second round, but this one, this one might be worth the risk.

The End

Short 10

The highschool cheerleader screamed as the players surrounded her, lust gleaming in their eyes. She ran, her long, lean legs pushing from the ground frantically, towards the farthest of them, trying to break through the ring of the eleven around her. She was grabbed, her short skirt flying up to reveal her white panties and strong thighs, her long blond hair cascading around her panicked face. The player, twice her size at 220 pounds, swung her 5'4 body around to toss her staggering back into the circle of eleven boys.

No! she screamed at them, her tiny fists clenched, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps, making her large breasts tremble inside her tight fitting cheerleading top. She struck out at the first one to grab for her, buthe caught her wrists in his hands and threw her hard to the ground. The rest of the pack closed in, grabbing her wrists and ankle and pinning her to the ground like a butterfly in a case. She screamed and cursed and twisted madly about but they didn't stop. Hands gripped her breasts roughly, making her grimace as her titmeat was twisted and mauled. Other hands reached under her skirt, squeezing and scratching her thighs, poking at her sex. She fought harder to no avail as they began tearing off her clothes, leaving only her her tennis shoes and cheerleading socks.

Her breasts were magnificent for such a young woman, full and round and large on her narrow chest, her nipples hard already in the cool evening air and from the mauling they had taken. He cunt was lightly furred and blond like her hair, every muscle on her body straining for freedom, freedom denied by the strong male hands holding her down. Hands were all over her now, in her hair, in her mouth, pinching and squeezing her nipples and breasts and stomach, fingers pressing into her cunt, into her ass, making her scream as they pinched to hurt her. Then mouths joined the hands, and she screamed again, thrashing against her captors, as they sucked at her flesh, biting and scraping her nipples. Fingers found their way into her cunt, and she arched her back and wailed around the fingers at her lips as she was penetrated. Other fingers scratched against her clit. grating her nerves, making her thrash all the harder. They pinched and bit and poked and prodded her for she didnt know how long. She was weak from fighting them when it stopped, and only one pair of hands remaining, knuckled running up and down her slit, making her shake with exhaustion and fear. A finger slid easily into her cunt and she realized she was wet, and moaned as a thumb brushed against her clit.

No! she screamed again, denying the pleasure, denying these boys who were raping her, who were going to take away her virginity. Get away! Get off me! but it was no use. The captain of the team climbed on top of her, his lips mashing against hers, his cock pressing hard against her cunt, pressing, pressing, and she broke her lips from his to scream as he penetrated her, every muscle in her body straining as pain lanced through her, pain which only grew as he began to slowly work his cock inside her. She hated him, hated him as his tongue found its way inside her mouth, her lips crushed by his. He began taking short, circular strokes into her cunt, making her wince and whimper with the sensation. He held her head, exploring her mouth, taking her slowly, easily, dominating her completely.

Tears ran down her face as he continued, each movement of his cock inside her sending jolts of sensation up along her spine. His tongue was so hot in her mouth, his body was so hot above hers. She was sweaating, her legs quivering. She felt him begin to work harder on top of her, the breath blowing hot from his nose. She whimpered into his mouth as a strange feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She began to jerk up against him, not knowing what she was doing. She hated him, hated all of them.

Suddenly her legs were free, and she kicked them out and pulled them up, feeling his cock sink deeper into her cunt as she kicked them straight up, an almost unbearable pleasure rocking her teenaged frame. Her ankles circled around his back and then her arms were loose to encircle his neck and shoulders. Tears still poured from her eyes, but she drove her tongue to meet his as her whole body began to tingle, her nipple on fire against his chest, her mouth hot and yearning. Hoots and catcalls and encouragement began to ring out from the other boys as she held her breath, her whole body quivering as the sensations engulfing her body seems to expand and expand until she cried out in pleasure, kicking her legs into the air, bucking her hips against her rapist as he filled her virgin cunt full of come. She held onto him with her arms and legs, milking the sensations from her cunt, working them savoring them before collapsing spent beneath him.

She saw him rise and then another took his place. She turned her head in shame, but he gripped it and turned it to him, making her look with her tearstained eyes into his before kissing her, making her answer his passion with her own growing lust. When he thrust into her she was ready, ready for the brutal pounding which he gave her, shaking her body with every stroke. Oh god, she thought, oh god this isnt happening to me as another orgasm rocked her body, her spasming cunt triggering his release.

Then they lifted her to her hands and knees and a cock was shoved into her mouth. She began sucking as hands gripped her head painfully, gasping as another cock sank deep into her cunt. She gagged as the cock in her mouth slid down her throat, before being overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks filling her. She was buffeted between the two boys as they eagerly used her holes, her tits swaying underneath her body, targets for the pinches and slaps of the rest of the boys. She moaned and came as the boy in her throat spilled come into her, some bubbling up to leave her tongue with its bitter taste. The boy fucking her cunt finished and was replace again. She was in a daze now as they used her body for their desires, an overload of sexual pleasure suffusing her teenaged body, making her twist and buck and thrash as she came again and again on the end of hard cock.

She came when one ofthe boys decided to use her ass instead of her cunt, making her scream in pain and pleasure. They rolled her on her side and filled every hole of hers at the same time, making her shake in one continuous come the whole time, her body slick with sweat and come and her own cunt juices. When most were done some of them tit fucked her, shooting their come into her open mouth were she savored it, her fingers rubbing her swollen, battered clit while they used her tits, coming again and again.

Finally they were done, and stood over her as she lay naked and used and covered with slime beneath them. She squirmed as the first stream of piss hit her, her fingers digging into her cunt flesh as she began coming one last time, her orgasm stretching and rolling through her body as they emptied their bladders on her, the acrid smell and taste of their waste drivng her mad with lust.

They left her then, her cunt and ass gaping and oozing come, her whole body slick with come and piss and sweat, her beautiful blonde hair matted with their effluem, a teenaged slut cheerleader, raped and used for the teams pleasure.

The End

Short 11

She squirms in the darkness as the ropes cut into her flesh. Small, helpless animal sounds bleed through the gag stretching her jaw wide. She lies on her side, her arms locked behind her back, ropes chaffing her wrists. More ropes painfully pull her elbows close, cutting into the soft white flesh at the inside of her elbows. A small diamond of knots rested between her full breasts, which themselves are tightly bound into bulging white mounds of flesh topped by large, dark red nipples. Ropes lead up to pull against the black leather collar encircling her neck, while leading down to another diamond of knots resting against her flat, shapely stomach. The tender flesh of her narrow waist bulges under the constriction of the rope encirling it, rope knotting her wrists firmly against her spine.

Worst of all, though, is the rope which leads down between her legs, splitting the hyper-sensitive flesh of her labia, causing her lips to swell up in irritation, and back up through her hard, round asscheeks to hook onto her thumbs, making every movement a tiny agony of abrasion. Her strong white thighs and calves are almost covered with rope, hiding her flesh and making her long legs look longer bound together.

The last thing she remembers is lying out beside the olympic sized pool her father had built for her olympic hopes. She is one of the best, just a few hundredths of a second from being the best--it is her dream and her life, and her parents are wealthy enough to make it a possibility. She remembers dozing, and now, now opening her eyes to darkness and her body to bondage she struggles vainly, protests vainly, scared more than she has ever been by her predicament and by her imagination as to what it all means.

She squeezes her large blue eyes tightly shut and whines as a spot light falls onto her bound white flesh, squinting through long lashes at the shadowy form of a man walking toward her circle of light.

"Well, meat," she hears him say in a deep voice, muffled cries escaping the gag as he grabs her short blond hair and drags her to her full 5'6" height, "I bet you're wondering how you ended up here." It was a statement, not a question, as she strains the well-developed muscles in her legs to remain upright, her head burning in pain and her crotch feeling rubbed raw. "Your father," he grins as surprise colors her face, "had a few debts--close to one and a half million dollars." He reaches up and grabs an overhead rope, pulls her head back, and loops it through a ring in her gag before pulling it tight. "He couldn't pay."

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes as this cruel man casually destroys her faith in her father, her gorgeously lithe body straining to remain upright between the rope pulling the point of her mouth up, and gravity pulling her bound feet down. "He offered you in payment" falls upon her ears like a hammer, "his precious daughter, the love of his life, sweet sixteen." She shudders and tries to pull away from the soft caress of his hand against the round globes of her ass, twisting her body, feeling the pull at her jaw as she shifts her weight precariously. "Sweet meat," his hot breath whispers in her ear as hot tears flow down her beautiful young face.

He leaves her, and she cries her misery in renewed darkness, her body, young and slim and strong, struggling for balance, her muscles quivering from the strain. She stands there for minutes, for hours, for she knows not how long before the light comes back on, the light blinding her as effectively as the darkness did. She is cried out, only wanting to be let out from her bondage, whimpering in hope of a brief respite.

She hears a man's voice booming through the space, filling her with dread at its words. "Ten men paid one hundred dollars each for the next three hours. One thousand dollars less you owe. When your debt is paid, you will be left to go your way." Music, the Rite of Spring she insanely noted, begins playing, to be drowned out by her scream as pain shoots through her breasts from the blow of a thin cane.

Another blow strikes her, leaving its lash of pain across her upper thighs, and then another across her upper arms, and another and another, the pain flashing like points of light across her vision as she screams futily into the gag and twists about madly, trying to escape this torture.

Meat, a gorgeous piece of thrashing meat, strains and quivers as bulging tits and round asscheeks and upper thighs and upper arms take blow after cruel blow, turning the white flesh red and bruised blue. Each man measures their blows, concentrating on the choicest bits, growing hard as they deliver agony to this sweet, young, tender piece of flesh delivered up for their use.

Her whole body burns and her throat is raw from screaming when they finally stop. Rough hands lift her body and the gag is pulled from her mouth, and a gasp of release tinged with agony escapes her body. She feels a knife blade between her legs as the ropes holding her legs together part, and the blood rushing back into her limbs is almost as painful as the hands mauling her as they hold her parallel to the floor. Her legs are pulled apart, and she arches her back in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out as she sputters in agony through the ring holding her jaws wide while the rope against her crotch is pulled mercilessly, sending streamers of agony through her already battered body and splitting her cunt even wider open.

She thrashes about in their grip as they continue to torture her, but she cannot escape, and her head falls back as they hold her horizontal. Through her tears of despair and agony she sees a man's cock approach her open mouth, a mouth forced open by a ring, her full lips swollen by her crying. She gags and chokes at the smell of it as it is slid into her cavity, large hands holding her head still, and thinks she's going to die when it slides down her throat, choking her until she breathes deep through her nose. A wet, sickening slapping sound reaches her ears, and she explodes in a bucking, jerking frenzy as pain as she had never thought she could feel it bursts through her cunt as her soft labia is lashed with a cane.

The man rides her face with his cock, jerking it back and forth in her throat as it spasms in muffled screams. Blows rain on her helpless labia and inner thighs, pausing only when the man shoots his thick wads of come down her throat. She barely notices as another replaces him, because the beating starts up again as these men use her body for their sadistic pleasure. After the fourth man comes down her throat she vomits up their sperm in her agony, but they barely notice, and neither does she. She is lost in a sea of pain, and wishes only for unconscousness, but it doesn't come.

They stop beating her cunt though, and she feels her groin throb in unspeakable agony. The rope between her labia is pulled off as another man uses her mouth, but her respite is momentary. The beatings begin again, forcing screams from her slender teenaged body as her nipples are pounded mercilessly. The throbbing in her crotch increases and she bucks her hips wildly to escape the fingers gripping her clitorus, rubbed raw and bleeding by the rope and the whipping.

Her mind snaps, and a dreamy darkness clouds her mind as her breast throb continuously from the beating they are taking and the pressure at her cunt builds and builds into unbearable agony. The pain is so bad it becomes almost pleasurable, and she screams maniacally into a man's groin as an orgasm so pleasurable it is pure agony shakes her slender, muscular body.

There is no respite though, as fingers enter her raw cunt while others continue to mash her pulverized clit, the stataco beat of the whip on her tits not missing a beat. Another load of come is dumped into her straining belly as a second orgasm shakes her young body. A third follows quickly, and a forth, sending overused muscles quivering and shaking as her body bucks uncontrollably in the hands of her torturers. As her fifth orgasm overwhelms her shattered mind, both more painful and more pleasurable than anything she had ever imagined, she slips into blessed unconscousness.

The men holding her stop their attentions to her breasts and cunt, but the last three men continue to use her mouth for their pleasure. They laugh at the come from her passion coating the insides of her thighs and dripping from her asscrack to the floor. They laugh about the video each one will take home of their exploits. The laught because they know the next round is just a few moments away.

She awakes laying on the hard concrete of the floor, slowly moving her freed limbs sluggishly. Her whole body is throbbing in agony tinged with wispy pleasure through her beaten, swollen cunt and tits. She sobs into the bright light and curls up into a ball as she remembers pain so intense it was inseperable from pleasure, and how even now, her body so sore she wishes she were dead, she wishes the men standing around her would take her back to that place where there was only the floating ecstacy/agony wrapping her body in its impossible embrace.

Two hands grip her shoulders and she looks up into the hose covered eyes of one of her rapists. He pushes her nto her back and crawls between her legs. She cries out through raw vocal cords as he enters her, forcing his way into her abused cunt. She begs him to stop as he pounds brutally into her, tears coursing down her face as pain jerks her body between the cold, hard concrete and the body of her rapist covering her.

It is worse than before--not the pain, but the intimacy of it, the body covering hers, the body pressing into her, leaving her nothing untouched. She sobs as he fills her with his come. The second man quickly takes his place, and she doesn't want to but she begs him also, begs him to stop, to let her go, but he, like the one before, pistons into her mercilessly. The thumping pain in her groin is building slowly, like a great beast meaning to overwhelm her. She closes her eyes as he too fills her with his come.

They take their turn on her battered body, each one sandwiching her between the floor and their bodies, as she tries to remain still. The pain is too much though, and she finds herself squirming beneath them uncontrollably, her mind reaching, reaching for the elusive pleasure beyond the pain, through the agony.

It is there, fluttering in brief flashes with each thrust into her grasping, spasming cunt. She bucks up against her fourth rapist, seeking it, wanting it, needing it to escape the reality in which she is. It grows, unbearable yet desired, spreading from her tortured sex organs to engulf her whole body. She barely notices when the fifth man takes over, she is so lost in her own world, a world where there is only the sensation engulfing her teenaged body.

The men laugh at her as she lifts her legs and grips the sixth man around his back, her hips grinding against his as a guttural scream pours from her throat and liquid gushes from her groin to splash her rapist. She humps spasmatically against him, her cunt dragging the come from his body, and holds him there. It takes two of the others to pull her legs apart, and they hold them apart as the seventh man plunges into her. She is still lost in her orgasm, which seems to go on throughout the next two men. For twenty minutes she is lost completely in the pleasure wracking her body before losing conscousness yet again.

The last two men do not bother to wake her, instead using her limp body to relieve their swollen cocks. Then they lift her up and bend her body over a table, her firm round asscheeks shining gorgeously white, red, black and blue in the bright light. There is a short argument as the men insider whether they should wait until she awoke, but after a few failed attempts to wake her, they give up and begin to take her ass. Not once does she regain conscousness.

When they finish, they lay her down on the ground, her body, covered in sweat and come, beaten black and blue and crisscrossed with red marks, her cunt swollen and bleeding and glistening, is grotesque, but somehow beautiful.

She awakes two days later lying in bed, opening her eyes to the face of a handsome dark-haired young woman of sicilian decent. "Shhhh..." the woman says softly as she tries to speak, "you've been through a lot. Just relax." A soft hand strokes her forehead and she relaxes and closes her eyes, dropping into a horrible dream where men beat her and rape her without end.

When she awakes a second time the dark-haired woman is still there, and smiles kindly at her.

The End

Short 12

Elaine had been my boss, until she fired me, the bitch. She was a good looking woman, though, five feet four, long auburn hair, and a body a swimsuit model would die for. She was better looking chained spreadeagled, naked, against my basement wall, gagged, only her hazel eyes showing her terror as I stood naked before her, a whip in my hand, letting my eyes linger on her firm legs, her lightly furred snatch, her narrow waist and flat stomach, her bulging breasts. I was going to enjoy this. The first blow I sent across her stomach, loving the gagged scream which burbled around the gag. I waited until she stopped trembling and opened her eyes again, those gorgeous hazel eyes pleading with me not to do it, begging me. I struck again, across her left tit, reveling in the howl it tore from the throat, loving the way a thin welt grew on the outside of her large breast.

Each blow was better than the last--each time her body responded better, shaking, quivering, twisting in its bonds. Each time her eyes were filled with more pain and more fear as I covered her breasts with ugly welts, concentrating on their soft underside. I didn?t stop there, though, but continued with her gorgeous thighs, those thighs which had teased me from underneath short skirts and minis. I crisscrossed them with agony until a glazed look came into her eyes, sweat dripping from her body, limp in its bonds.

I took out a hose and sprayed cool water over her body, playing it across her burning tits and up into her cunt. My cock was throbbing now, and I wanted to take her right then, but I had more plans for her, many more plans. When she opened her eyes again after I had finished spraying her I saw animal fear, and almost broke down and took her there. Instead I lit up a smoke and approached her, watching her watch my hand as it brought the lit tip of the cigarette closer and closer to her swollen nipple. She howled gratifyingly through the gag as I held it there, loving the contortions of the gagged face. I puffed on the cigarette a few times before gripping her hair, seeing her open those eyes in sick fascination to watch me watch her pain and fear. I held her head still as I held the tip long against her other nipple, feeling her agony through her body. Those lovely eyes began to leak tears, and when she opened her eyes I saw them glisten with terror and pleading.

I went through a pack on her nipples and tits, leavingthem swollen and marked, watching and feeling her agony as I burned her. She was slumped in her bonds now, the pain having overwhelmed her. Slight whimperings echoed from her throat as I ran my hand over the ruined flesh of her tits. I slapped one, hard, bringing her jerking up, screaming, as I commanded: Look at me bitch. Look at me. She opened her eyes and I saw despair, and I almost came without touching her. I held up a lighter and flicked it to life, seeing the despair deepen in her eyes.

I brought the flame down between us and licked it across her pubic mound, the stench of burning hair filling the basement. I did it slowly and surely, leaving the flesh of her cunt burned and swollen as she howled at the pain. It was an animal howl. It was time now, so I pressed myself against her, my hand gripping her hair tight against her skull, staring into her eyes, those gorgeous pain filled eyes. I positioned my cock against her burned cunt lips and hammered upwards, her eyes widening in pure agony, her face twisted into a parody of pain. Every inch was ecstacy for me and agony for her. The fear and loathing and agony in her face and the howling from her throat drove me into a fury of lust, and I fucked her like a madman, cursing her with every thrust until I spilled my seed deep into her slut belly.

When I was finished I stepped back and looked at by ex-boss, hanging limp against the chains, her large tits ugly with lash and burn marks, her cunt oozing blood from the burning and brutal fucking, my come leaking out down the inside of her beautiful whipped thigh. I wasn?t done, though. I unchained her, holding her strenthless body in my arms as I removed the gag, to replace it with a larger dildo gag. I forced her to her hands and knees and place fixed the gag against the same wall, her nose a mere inches from the brick. I took her hands and locked them to the floor, and I took her knees and ankles and locked them to the floor wide apart, exposing her abused cunt and sweet, sweet asshole, her beautiful firm ass jutting up like an offering.

I took another whip, made to flay the flesh from a body, and measured my stroke. Exhausted and beaten as she was she still howled as I striped her ass, leaving a long bloody mark against that smooth flesh. She had screamed herself hoarse by the time I finished, blood running in rivulates down her crack to pool on the floor beneath her legs. I laid one final lash up against her cunt, tearing that tender abused flesh from her body, earning me one more howl of agony. I dropped to my knees behind her then, and gripped her bloodied flesh in my hands, pulling apart her muscular ass and plunging my cock deep into her exposed asshole. A tormented choking sound came from her body as I plunged into her, the path slicked by her blood. I mocked her as I fucked her ass, taking long, slow strokes, prolonging her agony. When I came I howled and dug my fingers into her abused flesh, delighting in using this piece of flesh before me.

I stood and washed he clean of the blood, then unchained her. I applied first aid to those parts of her worse off, since she had to last at least a few more days. I had so many ideas.

The End

Short 14

Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the leash. She loved this time of day--a few hours after work, the night air cool, the moon peeking full between the trees, and she loved living near the park, even though it was small. Only four blocks of trees and grasses and hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself from her daily worries of life. She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four year old 5'3" frame beautiful in the dim light, her small breasts pushing insistently against a plain white T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by years of gym in college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass was round and full and tight. She shook her straight brown hair, falling just below her shoulders and parted down the middle, out of her eyes, the ends curling up slightly. Her skin was a creamy white, setting off her brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and youngish for a woman her age. Her face brightened as she smiled indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he tugged again at the leash, barking madly at something around the bend in the path.

Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory had just gotten finished with a drinking and bitching session; each had been screwed royally by their ex's in their divorces and each was brooding in the still cool air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and beer wafting around them as the bunched together, some instinct drawing them close. Some damn dog's barking, he thought as the sound split the air, disturbing the men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny dog barking madly at them, straining at the chain while some woman held it easily back and stepped to the side of the path to let them pass. He saw her slip on the edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped from the leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone's ankles.

"God damn son of a bitch," Tyrone cursed as the damned rat bit his ankle before screeching in pain and scampering off at full speed as he kicked it viciously. "What the hell's wrong with your dog lady?" he snarled, turning toward the woman.

"Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup," she called after her dog, trying to follow her fleeing pet, only to be brought up short by a hand gripping her upper arm. What the... she thought as she looked at the hand--it was large and black, fitting the man to whom it was attached. She looked up at him and tried to pull away as he shook her.

"Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this." He held up his ankle, showing a small scratch and a bit of blood. "What are you going to do about it lady?"

"Let go of me," she shook free of his hand and straightened up, looking around herself, assessing the situation. It didn't look good to her--the six men formed a half circle around her and the large black man, and every one of them smelled of filth and alcohol. She shuddered slightly and spoke up. "I'm sorry about my dog. Here," she fumbled with her purse, pulling out a pen and paper, "here's my name and phone number. I'll pay for the doctor's bills and I'll bring in T- Cup so he can be tested." She held out the paper.

Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the woman--with her small, tight, muscular body, her small tits, her narrow waist, her big brown eyes, and could see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a looker, a real looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay hers as she stood there, and he wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad. He shook himself, smiling as he thought of what he could do to her if she was his ex.

Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. "Well, Jan, I don't think this is going to be satisfactory." Dan could see his eyes shining, and he stepped forward, closer to them, sensing the others doing the same--it was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in for the kill.

"What do you mean? I...I don't have any money on me...I never carry money on my walks." Jan stepped back, fumbling at her purse, fear blossoming as she looked at the suddenly feral faces of these men, the park turning from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly.

"I don't want your money, BITCH," Tyrone yelled, lunging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulders as she turned to run, jerking her toward him as he enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and fought against him.

"Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up," Tyrone was yelling, and Dan quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape from his work-belt and moved in, shoving aside the others who had crowded close. His cock jerked as he saw the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone's arm, fear which grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of tape and covered her screaming mouth, Tommy gripping her hair to hold her head still.

This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening her mind kept telling her as one of the men put piece after piece of duct tape over her mouth before finally wrapping a piece all the way around her head, muffling her screams to plaintive bleating. Adrenaline coursed through her body as the black man forced her to the ground on her belly, laying on top of her, suffocating her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried to focus, to focus on prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to take her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain as they bound her wrists behind her. The wind was knocked out of her as they flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at her, the hands of the black man tearing at the buttons on her jeans.

Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to get it good-- real good. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at them, the buttons on her jeans popping open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought struck him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, "Wait. Not here. It's too open. There's a restroom just up that way," he pointed. "Let's take the bitch there and enjoy this." He saw Tyrone look at him, his eyes glazed over with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder.

"Lead on, Dan."

Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him long before he entered it, the smell of old urine and flooded toilets, the floor damp and fragrant as his boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space now crowded with six men and their victim. Two urinals stood on one of the walls and a single toilet stood open against the other. He moved in with the others to surround the woman.

Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of bodies and hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants, pulling them from her legs, ripping off her shoes with them, the cool air raising goose-bumps on her legs, the sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and prodded and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her shirt, pushing aside her bra to claw at her breasts, her small nipples standing out firm as fingernails scratched over them, sending pain lancing through her body.

Dan lifted the cunt's shirt over her head and left it pressing against the back of her neck before slicing off her bra. She was such a fine piece of meat, and she was going to get what was coming to her--bitches like these were good for one thing, fucking. This one was going to be taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin on his face as he twisted her breast in his hand, feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the others tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt, hands mauling her firm, tight ass.

"MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!" she screamed through the gag as the big black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked flesh bruising against the hard, slimy floor, her lithe, strong body struggling against the hands of the men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into her cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and breasts. This couldn't be happening she still thought even as fingers wormed their way into her tight cunt, making her body shudder in pain even as more fingers forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on fire with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back of her neck, forcing her head down, making her grunt as her collar bones slammed against the edge of a toilet, flooded with piss and shit.

She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her, fear making bile rise in her throat as a man pushed her head down, laughter rising from viscous throats as she heard someone say "Let's see this bitch eat shit!" She sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her tongue as her nostrils filled with the foul fluid of the toilet.

Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and her head dunked into the toilet, loving the way her body squirmed in panic as it was being abuse. Tyrone had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and thick, and was between the cunt's thighs now. He kneeled down and put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles flexing and writhing in agony and terror under her skin making his cock throb as Tyrone dug his fingers into her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against her dry, tight cunt.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't breath, her lungs burned and she wanted to scream, relief from terror only momentary as her head was yanked from the toilet by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward as she sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of human waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked it up, bleeding the foulness into her mouth. Suddenly she felt something big pushing against her cunt and shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her head like a frightened colt's.

"Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking whore," Dan heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to her hanging breasts and pushed the hands of the others aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his hand as he felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest as Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing her white flesh with his black. He felt her whole body trembling with pain as her chest heaved and he mauled her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling another scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around her mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as he watched her fingers curl above her ass, helpless like she was helpless.

The pain shocked her, the agony of the cock raping her cunt drove an animal cry from her throat, the cry of a helpless animal. She could feel every inch of it as it rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the flesh of her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at its dry walls. When his hips hit her ass and he ground his cock deep in her belly the pain and humiliation made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile along with the foulness of the toilet. Then pain clawed at her breast and she screamed again, her whole body shaking in agony and terror and humiliation.

The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock reaming out her cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the hands mauling her breasts a dull agony through her chest, the hands holding her head under the foul water of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her belly. It was a hellish haze of pain and fear and humiliation as these six men tormented her.

Dan couldn't take any more. He pushed the others aside and grabbed the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape quickly and brutally as he dragged her to the side, forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock pistoning out of her cunt madly, her asscheeks quivering with each stroke. Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the final piece of tape came off, and he shoved his cock into it, the warmth of her mouth making his whole body tingle with pleasure. He grabbed her ears like handles and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and choke, wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for everything a woman had done to him. Again and again he rammed his turgid cock against her throat, her body brutally pinioned between the two men, until she gagged violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming into her face, a feeling of power overwhelming him as he took this cunt on her knees before him.

Jan thought she was going to die--that he was going to kill her with his cock. Her cunt still ached from the brutal fucking it was receiving, but was nothing compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat. She began gagging and retching as he forced it into her virgin throat, her whole body spasming, rejecting what was happening to it. No more! her mind screamed as blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into her nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No more! she wanted to scream as the man behind her ground his hips against her soft asscheeks and groaned as he spilled his seed into her, making her turn read in shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back and forth, a man's cock stabbing in and out of her throat, fucking her face brutally, violently.

He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into her face again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he fucked her face. He wanted to tear her ears off, rip her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and hate twisting his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the whore's cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy, taking his turn at her cunt.

"Good fuck." Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his feet, the others standing, cocks out, waiting their turn now.

"Tight cunt," Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into the bitch's cunt, slapping her ass for good measure.

Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and began fucking her face harder, feeling her nose smash beneath his onslaught, the warmth of her blood on his pubis setting him off as he ground his cock deep inside her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string after string of come flooded down her throat into her belly.

She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to bleed and the cock in her throat begin to throb, the smell of come joining the smell of shit and piss and her own bile to make her spirit quail in humiliation and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt as the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face to the floor, her cheek smearing the blood from her nose with the slime in the floor to cover the side of her face. Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell over her face and into her mouth, but she didn't care, didn't care about anything except having this end, of having it over with, the pain, the terror, the humiliation.

Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her, reaching for her hair. The bitch needs it, needs to be shown her place, he thought as he looked at her battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood. All cunt's need to be shown, he thought again, kicking her in the belly as Gregory lifted her head and drove his cock down her throat while Tommy continued to pork the cunt from behind.

It began to whirl around her as cock after cock violated her throat and cunt, the pain spreading to a dull ache as the men spilled their come in her helpless body, using her like a piece of meat for their pleasure, her body a ragdoll, twisted and torn this way and that by their cocks. She shuddered and shook and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, her mind dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment an eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down her throat. Suddenly she felt something pressing against her ass and she wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands holding her didn't let her do anything.

John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost recovered as he watched John slide his wet cock from the cunt's pussy and press it against her small sphincter. "Give it to her in the ass!" he encouraged John, "hurt the bitch." He saw the terror grip her body as she felt what was about to happen to her, saw the slight tensing of overused muscles, the sucking in of her stomach, the quivering of her tits as they hung beneath her, the tensing of her asscheeks, the frantic movements of her bound hands as John held them to one side. He heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her back, watching in pleasure as John's cock began to bend the tight flesh of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as he forced his cock inexorably downward.

She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into her ass, pain greater than anything she had felt before stabbing through her body as his cock popped past her anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock in her throat as more come flooded straight into her gut. It felt like she was being torn apart, the cock driving inch by inch into her virgin passage, the agony a fire engulfing her ass, shooting through her nerves as she shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams and the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in her ears as one of them began slapping the side of her tits.

Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as John forced his cock all the way into her ass and began reaming her out, grimacing with the pain such a tight fit afforded him, drawing his cock back slowly before jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook and screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock as if it were in a vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped the cunt's ass as he pulled out before jamming his cock back into her clutching ass, watching the way his cock disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body.

Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a tearing of her insides, an explosion of pain which seemed never-ending. Her throat was raw from the throat fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her nose clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished only for surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as someone pulled at the nipples, but it was as nothing to the agony coursing through her from her ass. She could feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat each time it moved.

Dan took his next turn on the cunt's ass, loving the way it made her squeal and shudder in his grasp. He finished in her cunt, sloppy from the other's come, her body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly raped by all six of them. She barely made a noise when he slapped her ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he spilled his seed inside her. This cunt had learned her place--a piece of meat to be fucked and discarded.

She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists finished using her, her whole body one mass of aching pain. She stayed unmoving as hands rolled her onto her back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from the floor, her breasts red with small tears in the flesh from the abuse they had taken, her lips swollen and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and hair covered with blood and come and shit. She groaned weakly as she felt the first stream of piss against her face, turning her battered face to one side as it bounced from her teeth. A second, then third, stream hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was flooding over her body, her breasts, her cunt, her hair, her mouth, her nose, her belly, as she writhed weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week light illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased and the men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to release their hatred. She was barely conscious enough to notice that T-Cup had returned and was licking her face, whining softly.

The End

Short 15

She screamed in pain as he plunged his cock into her virgin ass, pain flaring across her ass as his fingers dug into her hips, his hips slamming against the fullness of her ass as he drove his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her anus agonizingly. Her fourteen year old body shook in pain and humiliation as he cursed her, slapping the back of her head, sending her dark black hair flying wildly about, her slender asian form slick with the sweat of fear and pain as he abused her young body. She wimpered helplessly as she felt his cock drag itself from her anus, screaming again as he drove it hard back into her young asian body, her eyes closed in shame as he continued to slap the back of her head, calling her slut, whore, bitch as he violated her flesh.

Her whole body shuddered in orgasm, her toes curling as waves of ecstacy roared through her teenaged body, the cocks in her ass and pussy pulsing as they spilled their seed deep in her insides, her head thrashing back and forth as animal grunts came from her body, her tits bulging from behind her torn cheerleading costume, her short skirt hiding her upper thighs and the lewd display of her stretched ass and cunt, her stomach heaving in unwanted passion as another orgasm rocked her young body.

Her scream joined the wet smacking sound of the belt against her swollen cunt as she strained at her bonds, pain a bright flash of light sending her mind reeling. Her breasts heaved in the air as they were touched by a whip, her sweat-drenched body, lean and lithe with youth, writhing in agony as blood splashed up from her soft, full mounds. She howled again as a cock forced its way into her battered cunt, and began grunting in time with the hips pistoning into her helpless body, hands tearing at her bleeding tit flesh, his cock sending sparks of lancing pain through her tortured form.

Laughter made her flush with shame as her face paled, the cock in her ass sending pleasure exploding across her slender asian body, her struggles against the bonds holding her wrists and ankles sending a strange thrill to spice the ecstasy of her orgasm, which seemed to engulf her mind as she felt the cock throb in her ass and spill its seed deep into her bowels, the men around cheering on her abuser, laughing as she came, impaled on the end of his cock.

I didn't know what was happening--my body reacted, kicking and punching and thrashing as hands pulled at my limbs and tore at my clothes, exposing my breasts and stomach and legs to these men. The world seemed to flash before me as I struggled, pictures and sounds and sensations locked into my head: my hands clenched into fists before me; my arms straining as they were pulled over my head; my breasts heaving free of my blouse; my clothes torn around my body, exposing the hair on my pubis; the large hands at my inner thighs; the cursing as fingers dug into my flesh; the laughter as I screamed in pain, hands twisting my breasts; the pleading sound of my voice; the hot breath of a rapist as he lay atop me; the sickening clutching of my stomach as his penis pressed against me; the sound of his voice calling me a slut, a bitch, telling me to take it; the pain and loathing she felt when he entered me; the motion of his body atop mine; the bile which rose in my throat as he came; the smell of the next man, and the next, the feel of their penis's inside me, raping me, hating my body, hating me; punishing me. I lay there, taken, their come leaking out of my vagina, swollen and sore, as they stood over me, telling each other that they had taught me a lesson, calling me a bitch, laughing at what they had done to me. All I could think was that it was over. It was over. It was over.

Her young nubile body strained against her bonds holding her spread-eagled on the ground, her naked body glistening with the sweat of her struggle, her screams muffled by the gag bulging in her mouth. Her eyes widened in terror as a man stood above her with a whip, sending it snaking down to mar the smooth white flesh of her belly, whole body arcing in agony as pain exploded through her. Again the whip fell, and again, angry red welts rising on her tits and thighs and stomach as her body turned into a mass of burning pain.

A strange sensation burned in her heaving gut as her rapists jerked her teenaged body between them, her long blond hair obscuring her face, her mouth stretched wide around the cock impaling her throat, sending sharp, tearing jabs of pain through her gullet each time he slammed his hips into her bruised lips. Her cunt spasmed in sympathy as another cock reamed her from behind, strong fingers digging into the white flesh of her ass, her thighs shaking in pain and weakness as they raped her. She moaned gutterally as bright lights flashed before her vision, her whole body shuddering as the sensation in her belly seemed to blossum outward, flooding her with warm before making her muscles contract, jerking her slender body mercilessly as she came hard, her mind filling with shame as she came, impaled on the cocks of her rapists.

I loved these young Japanese cunts, with their smooth skin and slender bodies and dark eyes and dark hair. I loved the way they fought and screamed in those high pitched voices as I ripped the clothes from their bodies, tearing at their tits with my nails, leaving long bloody marks across that smooth, brown flesh. I loved the fear in their eyes as I yanked their hair back, my face inches from theirs, the fear and the whimpering as I tasted their lips, their fear, their legs still fighting me as I force them apart, exposing their cunt.

They're all tight, virgins, their hair sparse, and I love the look in their eyes while I screw my fingers into their virgin cunts, the humiliation and the pain. I love laying on top of them, forcing my cock into their tight cunts as they scream and struggle in pain, their breath hot against my face. I love the feel of their squriming, struggling, youthful bodies beneath mind as I ream the cunts out, taking my time, hurting them, fucking them slowly, brutally, using their bodies for _me_. I love telling them that I'm going to come, and the look of loathing in their young eyes as I do, telling them what's happening. It's a feeling that makes me feel alive.

Oh god oh god she thought this can't be happening as she was forced to her knees, her body bent over the edge of the tub, her body still steaming from the shower. Strong hands gripped her waist and she gasped as a cock forced its way into her damp cunt, her rape becoming real for the first time, her sixteen year old mind shrinking from this thing, this horror visited upon her young, nubile body. She felt hot breath on her neck, and her skin crawled as her rapist drove his cock brutally in and out of her body, each thrust slamming against her asscheeks, making them shudder and quiver, slamming her pelvis against he lip of the tub, sending sparks of pain...and something else...through her young body as her clit rammed again and again against the porceline. She grunted in time with the thrusts of her rapist as sparks began to flash before her eyes with each pounding blow, his cock stuffing her full, her stomach heaving in time with his raping cock. He was cursing her now, calling her bitch, slut, whore, slapping her ass and her back and her head as he slammed into her, and she felt something come loose deep inside her belly, and her whole body heaved and jerked as a fire of pleasure raced through her nerves, her orgasm slamming into her, making her wail and jerk on the end of his spurting cock as she came, her skin feeling like it was burning with pleasure, her mind floating in a world of ecstacy as she came again on the end of her rapist's cock.

Her slender asian body arched as his fist slammed into her cunt, a scream of pure animal agony escaping her bound body, stretched to its breaking point, hanging spread-eagled in the air. Another blow to her cunt and her rapist ground his fist against her cunt, trying to force it whole into her tight opening. Again he punched her cunt, reveling in her screaming, thrashing, quivering body, her small tits jiggling as her chest heaved from her howls, her thighs clenching and unclenching in reaction to the agony coursing through her lithe teenaged body. He grinned as he shoved four fingers inside her, her howl exciting him as he followed the four with his thumb. Her cunt was stretched brutally around his wrist, her whole body shaking in agony, her pretty face streaked with tears of pain. He balled up his hand and slammed it into her cunt, punching at her womb, slamming it hard into her, punishing her, abusing her, tearing shriek after shriek from her tender asian body before reaching down with his teeth and clamping down on he exposed clit, tearing at it with his teeth and tongue, his cock jerking in triumph as she felt her body spasm again and again and come flood his wrist as she came while he brutally raped her with his fist, her cries of pleasure no different from her cries of pain.

The End

Short 16

Cindy stared in wide-eyed horror as she faced her boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team. "You can't mean this, Tommy, please." She tried to hug him, confused and hurt and scared. She was a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, her blond good looks and lithe, womanly body combined with a friendly personality to make her one of the more popular underclasswomen on the campus. It wasn't too big a surprise when Tommy had asked her out, and they had been going out for two months now, and she really cared about him she couldn't understand why he was doing this to her.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away, holding her away, as tears blurred her vision, her big blue eyes glistening in the dim light of the locker room. She had followed Tommy in here because he had wanted a blowjob she had been giving him head every day for two weeks now, enjoying how much he enjoyed the way she used her mouth on him'and had assured her that the lockerroom would be empty. "Come on, Cindy. On the team we agreed that we'd share everything. It won't be so bad."

She shook her shoulders and slapped at his hands, angry now. "No! Let me go!" She was speaking to the group of eleven boys, black and white, tall and muscular, standing silently behind Tommy'the other members of the team. She stood there, shaking in fury and fear and hurt, her lean, long legs two clean white pillars leading up to the skimpy cheerleading skirt hiding her firm round ass. Her white blouse hid her smallish breasts, her arms quivering from behind white sleeves.

They moved around her silently at a nod from Tommy, like a nightmare, silent and inexorable. She stood, more stunned that Tommy would try to force her to do this, would force her to fellacio the entire team, than that he had asked her to. Hands gripped her upper arms as she stared dumbly around her, at five foot six tall for her age, but dwarfed by the boys around her. She shuddered, and resisted as they forced her onto her back on one of the narrow benches in the isles, her legs on either side of it, her skirt riding up her legs, falling gently between her thighs, her breasts thrusting up as they pulled her arms under the bench. She couldn't think she was stunned, only able to look pleadingly at Tommy, who smiled down at her. "It won't be so bad, Cindy. Just relax." He turned his eyes away from hers as she whispered, "Tommy, no, don't," tears streaming down her face, her body shaking as if she hypothermia.

"Tie her hands up," she heard Tommy say, and for the first time she realized that it was really going to happen, that Tommy was really planning to give her to his teammates. She screamed, the sound echoing around the locker room like a death cry as her lithe body strained against the hands suddenly grown hard on her arms and her thighs and her chest, holding her down, sinking into her firm white flesh, burning her as her stomach heaved as she struggled.

She screamed again, a primitive howl as she felt tape wrapped around her wrists under the bench, her thighs quivering as the struggled to lift themselves against the hands holding the down, bent at the knees, her feet flat on the floor. She wanted to kick them, hurt them, get them off of her, but they held her down, her arms pinned beneath the bench, hands pressing into the white flesh of her thighs, more hands pressing down against her chest, flattening her breasts as she strained against them. Muscles corded in her neck as she lifted her head, her pretty face twisted by a screaming "NOOOO!" as Tommy straddled her stomach, bunching up her blouse in front of him, the feel of his jeans rough against her flesh, and began to unbutton her blouse.

She was panting deeply, her head hanging from the end of the bench, her straight blonde hair pooling against the hard concrete of the lockerroom floor, an upside-down view of ankles and calves and hairy thighs disorienting her as she felt Tommy's hands spreading open her blouse, his touch, once so desired, now hated as he slipped his fingers over the top of her bra, pulling it down until it bunched under her breasts, exposing the two creamy mounds, topped by a cherry, to the eyes of the watching boys.

"Tommy, please Tommy. Stop this. I won't tell anyone. Please," she spoke to him, lifting her head so she could see him. She felt his hands on her breasts, and blushed again as he ran his hands over her exposed breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "AAAAHHHHHHGGGG!" she screamed as he twisted her nipples violently, squeezing and tearing at them with his fingers, her scream fading to gasping pants as the pain drained from her and she felt his breath against her neck.

"Now Cindy," he said, "you've been giving me blowjobs for two weeks now. It's time for me to share with my teammates. You will blow each of them today, and you will do a good job, or I will be forced to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. Do you understand'" There was a pause, and her mind froze, realizing that he meant what he said, that he believed it. "Do you understand'" he said again, his fingers tightening on her nipples.

"Yes, Tommy. I understand," she whispered, horrified at his words.

"Good. Let's get started. Me first. You are my girl."

Cindy felt bile rise in her throat as she heard those words, and disgust fill her as she saw Tommy's cock bobbing upside-down in front of her face as she lay bound and held down on the lockerroom bench. She saw hem kneel in front of her and push his cock against her lips, his hands on either side of her head, wrapped in her hair. She opened her mouth when she felt fingers at her nipples, allowing him to slide his cock into the warm depths of her mouth.

Every other time she had gotten excited at this act, as feeling his swollen manhood bulging in her mouth, tasting the smoothness of his skin, the salty tang of his precum exciting her. Now it was a horror, her vision narrowed to his hairy balls, his thighs, and his asscrack. She felt hands rubbing her breasts and stomach and thighs, and she felt sick as Tommy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her full lips sliding along his shaft as he began to use her mouth.

"Mmmmmgggggffffff," she said through the cock in her mouth as she felt hands push her skirt up, palms pressing against her panty covered mound. She cried in frustration as she felt fingers pulling aside the cotton and press against her virgin opening she didn't want to be raped; she hadn't asked for it. She had wanted to be with Tommy, to make him happy, and he had betrayed her, given her up to his teammates. She sobbed softly before gagging as Tommy pressed his cock against the back of her throat, her position giving his a straight shot down her gullet.

She began to panic as she felt him force his cock deeper into her throat and as the fingers at her cunt became more insistent, rubbing up and down across her labia, pulling them back, exposing her tight hole. She thrashed helplessly on the bench, her whole body shivering as she sobbed, the pain exploding in her throat dragging sharp, muffled cries and whimpers from her heaving chest, where hands mauled her young breasts and tweaked her nipples to hardness.

She felt the cock lodged in her throat as if it were happening to someone else. It was all happening to someone else: Tommy fucking her throat harder now, using her face like a cunt; the boys mauling and sucking on her breasts, bruising them with their rough treatment; the hands roaming across her flat stomach, pinching and scratching the smooth, white flesh; the fingers now sliding into her virgin cunt, painfully dragging against her clit, still hidden in the folds of her labia; the hands clenching against her firm white thighs, massaging and pinching and rubbing them as she squirmed in her bondage.

"Oh god oh god yes," she heard Tommy moan and felt his cock flex within her throat, and felt the weird sensation of his come spurting down her esophagus, filling her belly with his seed, his cock buried in her mouth to its base, his balls pressing against her nose, filling her with the scent of him. She shuddered as he pulled out, denying to herself that this was happening. Her mouth hung open stupidly, her pretty eyes dulled from shock, her lips puffy from Tommy's face fuck. She saw vaguely another cock approach her, and felt it enter her mouth, her mouth engulfing it naturally, her lips stretched around the shaft as if there were always a cock there.

She shuddered again at the pain of it penetrating her throat as a second boy began raping her throat, her young teenaged body shaking constantly now as hot, wet mouths seemed to be trying to devour her body. Mouths on her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs, on her arms, on her bush; she felt them all over her body, squirming, living things sending cold chills through her body.

She gasped and squeezed tears from her eyes as she felt her panties cut away, and warm air brush up against her cunt, followed by soft lips meeting her labia. She tried to pull her hips away, her thighs and buttocks flexing futily as the weight of unknown bodies held her down. She whimpered through the cock in her throat as she felt the tip of a tongue slide itself up and down her labia, sending shocking sensations through her young body.

She couldn't think; her mind seemed to have shut down. Her young virgin body was being assaulted and she could do nothing, nothing, mouths and lips and tongues all over her body and a cock down her throat spasming as it shot its load deep into her belly, tasting salty and sweet as it rested in her mouth before he pulled it fully out of her mouth, her throat swallowing reflexively, sending his come to fill her stomach, her stomach which writhed under the attentions of wet, warm, living _things_ sucking and licking and kissing it like the things against her breast nipping at her nipples, teeth hard sending sharp pains through her body.

Mouths at her thighs sucked and licked while hands squeezed and one mouth right at her cunt make her squirm in their grip, a mouth teasing her soft, virgin flesh, a tongue gently probing between the labia, wetting it, sliding along it, searching for her clit, swirling around it, sending shocks of sensation through her young body which tightened her stomach and made her sick, sick to be suffering this, suffering this all because of Tommy, whom she had trusted.

A third boy was fucking her throat and her world narrowed down to her head being jerked back and forth, her blond hair sweeping the floor with each thrust of the cock in her throat, the thump of the hips against her chin and the balls against her nose counting time for her as hands tore at her scalp and mouths crawled over her succulent flesh.

She felt the cold sweats envelope her as lips found her clit and began sucking on it, drawing it into a hot mouth where a tongue ran around it, fingers probing deep into her virgin cunt, one, two, more, stretching her as sensations flooded her body from the mouths and hands covering her, flaring at her breasts and clit and cunt, making her want to scream for them to stop, to stop, to get off of her and leave her alone as the cock slid in and out of her throat and the teeth chewed at her nipples and breasts and the tongue rubbed her clit back and forth and back and forth until she started shaking, shame and horror flooding her mind as her nerves caught fire and her cold sweat began to burn against her skin along with the mouth and fingers and hands and tongues and even the cock in her throat send shocking wave after wave of staccato sensation, hot, burning, shaking, quivering, tension seeming to build in her teenaged virgin body, to build from the pit of her stomach, tightening it as sensations assaulted her shaking, thrashing, bucking form, tightening it tighter and tighter and tighter until she howled through the cock spasming in her throat and every muscle stood out in sharp definition from her strong thighs and come flooded from her virgin box to soak the lips and mouth and tongue working her swollen clit and her stomach heaved and clenched and heaved again as an unbearable pleasure more unbearable for being forced clawed its way through her young body, tearing at her mind, heaving at her body like an animal trying to escape all the while the lips and mouths and tongues and hands and the cock in her throat kept working, trapping the clawed animal of pleasure in her body, exhausting it in its thrashings and strainings and screamings until she lay limp on the bench with a new cock down her throat and the mouths and lips and fingers and hands and teeth still trying to consume her succulent white flesh.

The End