Message-ID: <16838eli$9810310532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dainie Downs" Subject: Trial by Dainie Downs (MMM/F, nc, rape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01be040f$ea796f40$362a32cc@pam-s-office> TRIAL by Dainie Downs This story is not to be read by minors or by anyone who hasn't figured out the difference between fantasy and real life. This is a fictional work about non-consensual sex involving one female and many males. If you find it offensive you can always stop reading. Regardless of whether this is your particular genre, I would welcome comments, feedback, criticism as this is my first attempt at writing. Thanks to Spoonbender for encouragement and inspiration. I can be contacted at dainie@mailexcite.com ******************************************************* It would have to be MacDonalds. She simply didn't have time for anything else this evening. The case she was working on was completely draining, 18 hours a day and still no light at the end of the tunnel. So on her way home, she took a quick break for a Big Mac and fries. There weren't many people in there so she stayed to eat, and with some child-like guilt she thought she'd go the whole way, ordering a strawberry milk shake at the last moment. She sat by the window and while she ate, stared outside although nothing could be seen except the reflections of red and yellow; tables and chairs, and mothers wiping ketchup off their childrens' hands. Her mind was blank, a relief from the hectic pace of her job. The deafening rumble of many motorcycles could be heard in the parking lot. She watched through the reflections as about 5 bikes pulled up right in front of the window. Looking around she could tell the other patrons weren't exactly thrilled at the prospect of having to share their space with a bunch of bikers. Not just bikers, Satan's Choice. An uncomfortable feeling lay in the pit of her stomach. Only three weeks ago she had pulled off a miracle and was now in the process of prosecuting a Satan's Choice member. She remembered the threats that came from the rest of the gang in the courthouse. Oh well. Just keep looking out the window, better still, eat this thing and just leave. They filed into the restaurant with big smirky grins, looking around at everyone, as if to say, "Yep, we're here! How scared are y'all...?" "Okay everyone! Outa here, get goin'!" was the greeting from the leader, complete with a beer gut, black scraggly beard and intense eyes that you couldn't look into. Parents ushered their children quickly from tables, no time to waste. Sherrie got up quickly as well, casually, careful not to meet their eyes. She looked directly towards the door as if to focus all her attention on being through it to the other side. All of a sudden, the gang leader stepped right in front of her, blocking her way. "Hey, look who it is, guys, Miss nice suit, nice nails, nice shoes D.A. Sherrie-Lynn McKay! Well, ask us how our friend is doin', Sherrie-Baby," he mocked. A wave of horror and recognition passed through her as she realized these were the same members who taunted her in the courtroom a few weeks ago. There was no way that burger was going to stay where it was. She knew she was in trouble and looked over toward the counter for help from the personnel. Hopeless. The part-time students were hurrying out of there even faster than the moms and dads and kids. In a moment they were all gone, and she was completely alone with five Satan's Choice gang members. The other guys were making a bit of a racket, complaining that all the staff had left and what would they eat. The leader told them to shut up, they could have whatever was lying around in the kitchen, "But who cares," he said, "We got somethin' else to satisfy us here." He was holding Sherrie's wrists tightly and laughing like a cowboy as he pushed her towards a table, forcing her to sit on top of it, his face close to hers. He grinned and stuck out his tongue, making obscene flickerings towards her. "Don't touch me!" she snapped. "If you guys think you can get away with this you're mistaken! I'll see to it that...." A sharp slap across the face. Sherrie screamed out in shock and indignation. "Bastard!" Another slap, harder, causing her to almost fall off the table. The sobs came out, hysterical, "Oh my God, no, please don't! Let me go, I've got to go, I have to get home..." He grabbed a handful of her long wavy light brown hair, pulling her head right back. "Listen, little miss shit bitch," he snapped, his face up close again. "The skirt. Off. NOW!" More sobbing and wailing, loud cries now. "Oh my god, oh no, oh no," through tears and runny nose. "DO IT!" he yelled like a dog's growl. The navy blue flared skirt had a zipper at the back. Her hands fumbled with it but she couldn't manage it she was shaking so much. He knocked her hands away. "Useless cunt!" he shouted as he grabbed her arm and pulled her. He tore the skirt away from her body with one sharp yank. A white slip with lace trim covered her shapely hips then that too was gone, ripped away to leave her standing there, navy blue tailored jacket, white lace blouse, high heeled navy pumps, white lace panties. All this time the others had been standing there, watching and laughing, devouring all the burgers, fries and coke they could find in the kitchen. They quickly became far less interested in their food and more taken by the scene unfolding before them. She was told to undo her jacket and blouse next, and she obeyed. They were quickly discarded and now all she was wearing was her bra and panties. There were jeers from the others and shouting to remove them, but instead the leader pulled down the two bra cups and wedged them under Sherrie's firm, pert breasts making them jut out even more. He slapped the exposed breasts and made them jiggle. Again and again. Then he grabbed the front and back of her panties and sharply drew them upwards, pulling the panty crotch between her lips. That provoked a series of "Whoa!" noises from the others. She was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably by this time and at the same time was trying to keep her balance. He dragged her over to the counter between two cash registers and told her to lie face down, over the counter. There she was, daughter of a judge, confident, assertive, pretty, bent over a counter top in front of a bike gang, practically naked. Her feet, still in the high-heeled shoes, barely touched the ground. Her legs, naked and ivory white, pulled apart by rough hands, the fabric of lace panties wedged between her most private area, visible for all. Her small round breasts were flattened against the glass counter-top. "Sherrie, my pals are gonna get you all hot and juicy for me, okay?" Her head was below the level of the counter top so she couldn't see what was coming next. She almost heard the sharp crack of a hand slapping her behind before she felt it. It wasn't him, it was one of the others, because she heard him laughing. "That's it, Billy, give her a good whoopin'. She'll come down off her high horse by the time we're through" The smacks got harder and harder. Someone else was walking around behind the counter, where her head was dangling. His groin area was now level with her face and as he rubbed the rough denim of his jeans against her mouth she could feel the one behind her, standing between her legs. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down and very quickly, and her white panties were pulled aside, now a thin wet string of lace. She heard him groan and knew he had just pulled out his dick, hard as steel. She felt his cold hands pulling apart her pussy lips now, and didn't know what she was feeling at the entrance of her cunt, fingers or... She knew soon enough. He wedged it in, uninvited. Fast and dry. He didn't care. He stopped half way and then suddenly and violently, rammed it all the way inside her. Shocked at the sudden invasion she bit her tongue hard. And the pain. She wasn't a virgin but she felt like one now, her body trying to defend itself, protecting through tensing up every muscle. His thrusting became fast and furious. Her body was like a floppy rag doll on the top of the counter, moving with his, without resistance. With each pump, her legs bounced up and out. Her shouting screams continued. In her hysteria she was screaming piercing cries and almost unable to breathe. "Luke, will you shut the bitch up," yelled the leader to the guy in front of her. Within seconds Luke had unzipped and was shoving his hard dick into her mouth. He laughed nervously and then really started to get into it, thrusting his hips so her mouth was being pumped rapidly almost in time to the one behind her. As he fucked her mouth she felt the other one pulling out shooting hot white liquid all over her red ass cheeks. She was very aware of a fresh new cock being planted in her now, and all the time Luke's thick organ was forcing her mouth wide open and thrusting deep enough to make her gag. After an eternity but in reality maybe two or three minutes, Luke shot all over her face. They were relentless. The second guy was brutal, grabbing her hips and squeezing hard, while he anchored himself into her. He held her still so she couldn't flop around, he held her down, tight and hard, as he moved rapidly like a piston, in and out. Long deep strokes that seems to go way up inside her belly. And his hands squeezing flesh, nails digging into her skin. And more. More cocks, fighting for a way to her mouth, not wanting to wait their turn. She could see them, large, different shapes, veins bulging out, circumcised, uncircumcised. At times there were two cocks positioned at her mouth, competing for entrance. Sometimes her head was held still by the owner of the cock and he did the pumping. Sometimes her head was held and moved up and down while the cock stayed still. There was no co-ordination between the guy at her head and the one at her cunt. Sometimes she thought her body would not endure the shock of being pushed and pulled so violently from both ends. The guy inside her started to slow down, clearly not wanting the pleasure to stop with a cum. She could feel everything, his cock head at the entrance, then slowly being right in, all the way up inside, then a few quick thrusts, and then long slow and deep. She was lubed. The slippery squelchy sounds were evident, others started to yell at him, come on, hurry it up there, She could hear his breathing increase, quicken. The pumping was now rhythmic, one steady speed, long, fast, deliberate. He didn't pull out. She felt him stop dead, and then warm liquid filling her body. Semen. A stranger's semen inside her. She couldn't think. Except bizarrely of dates circled on a calendar. Oh my god, no, it's the wrong time, this is the wrong week... He pulled out, limp, finished. Before she could even think about it, another one, much easier this time, plunged into the wetness. This one was harder, a different shape. Touched her insides in different places. As he buckled and swivelled his hips she felt truly invaded, his organ slamming this way and that, deep, sideways. While he pumped viciously the same thing was happening yet again to her mouth. Her head was being held down tightly on a huge phallus pushing itself down her throat, to a place that was too small, too narrow. She gagged and choked but it continued urgently towards its final resolution. Without warning, jets of semen filled her mouth. An impossible amount was being forced down her throat and strangely, in the midst of the most traumatic thing ever to happen to her, all she could think of was how huge his balls must be to produce such an amount. She swallowed. She had no choice. Her mouth was being held down tight, she felt as she wouldn't be able to breath unless it was gone. She could feel the hot, foreign matter already travelling down, inside her body to her stomach. The thickness of it and the taste, bitter and starchy, made her stomach heave and she gagged again. No recovery time. The leader stood above her holding her head up, and still breathing heavily from his violent orgasm. "Good girl, you didn't waste a drop." He looked into her eyes. "Is your pussy ready for me now?" In complete disbelief she saw that he was ready again. It stood out from his body, rigid, threatening and massive. The thickest one she had seen, she should have known because of the way her mouth had been forced open. The sides of it felt raw and stretched. He moved around behind her and started to squeeze her ass cheeks roughly. He ripped off whatever skimpy fabric remained of her panties and formed a fist. He buried his knuckles into her entrance, twisting his fist around and around in the juices from his pals. "Nice and big now, ain't it? I think you gonna like this one the best, Miss McKay!" She could feel the enormous tip, bulbous and swollen, resting there waiting to take its plunge. He rubbed it around in her opening, slowly working it in. She could feel her entrance stretching wider than it ever had, despite the work-over from the others. As soon as the head of this huge, huge thing passed through she felt temporary relief. The very next second she felt as if she were being torn apart. He drove his cock right inside, her flesh giving way and opening up for him. The thrusting was violent, deep and hard. As he pushed and rammed, his hands gripped her shoulders to anchor her body in one place. She couldn't move away from this one. She was being held firmly in place and raped. She could hear the others laughing, cheering, almost in reverence to their leader and his stamina. It didn't stop. His assault seemed endless and her whole body felt like it was being stretched open. Gripping her shoulders tightly he started to use great long striding strokes. All the way out, then right inside again, each stroke a penetration, each time his gigantic cock head pushing the fleshy lips of her pussy inside. "Oh God", she thought. "What's happening to me?" She found herself feeling suddenly very warm and flushed and all the blood seemed to be rushing into her pelvic area. As his strokes expertly quickened and slowed, and the pressure against her clit caused it to burn almost, the wave of pleasure took over her whole body and she screamed out, shame and lust intermingled, the lust winning her over at the end. Her climax was just too much for the gang leader, and his cock, feeling all the contractions from her orgasm, exploded jets of hot white liquid inside her. *** Sherrie lay there, on the top of the table, curled up now, quietly listening to her heart beat. She gazed ahead at nothing, dimly aware of a few low voices in the background. A change from the raucous behaviour of earlier. Her whole body was shaking with cold, with shock and a complete inability to comprehend or deal with what had happened in the last few hours. She heard the familiar clacking heels against floor tiles as the gang leader approached her. "Okay, babe. Let's go. Put your things on quickly, you're coming with us. The party ain't over yet," he chuckled. "No, please. I won't tell anyone what.. what happened... please leave me here.." she whispered hoarsely. Another one of the gang was sitting across from her dangling a familiar looking set of keys. "Look what we got, boss, wheels! We can ride to the border in style, man!" Her car keys. The border. She wasn't going home. This wasn't over. In total resignation, she was led out into the parking lot, to the back seat of her own car. The gang leader jumped into the driver's seat and Billy moved in next to Sherrie Lynn. He tied both hands behind her back with a scarf, used his belt to tie her feet together then gagged her with some masking tape he had found in the trunk of her car. He pushed her down on the back seat and she lay there unable to move a limb, eyes wild with fear. Billy jumped into the front quickly and the gang leader screeched his tires as he spun out of the parking lot. "Whooaa, yeah!" Billy yelled, like a kid on a joy ride. They drove for what seemed like hours. Dark country roads, that's all she could tell. No city lights, just blackness all around. She figured they were taking some back route through to Mexico where there was no official border. But why? What was it in Mexico that they wanted? Something to do with drugs, maybe. As dawn was breaking she found out. The car stopped and this time the back door was opened. She was roughly pulled out and hoisted over the shoulder of a dark, grubby looking middle-aged Mexican who, she thought, might have more respect for a sack of flour than he did for her. He took her into what seemed like the back of an industrial complex. She was taken into a small musty smelling room and the door shut behind her. Looking around her, she saw nothing but a dusty old filing cabinet and some empty pop cans on the floor, cigarette butts and old Styrofoam take-out food-containers. She heard voices. The gang leader and the Mexican were arguing about money. The door was muffling their words but she could make out a few and her hair almost stood on end. "... you said twenty grand... "my part of the bargain... "nice white pussy... "no more than five.. too old... if younger, I give you more. ... too old, you take five or nothin'..." She was being sold, for five thousand dollars. After what seemed like several hours, the door opened. She sat back, suddenly alert. A young Mexican girl wearing a thin faded dressing gown and nothing on her feet, walked tentatively into the room, handing Sherrie a small glass of water and something wrapped in wax paper that vaguely looked like a burrito with oily orange gravy seeping out of the ends. Sherrie was taken aback by the presence of another female, and tried to make eye contact with the girl. Nothing. Sherrie took the food and looked up again to say thank you, but the girl was already on her way out. Something wasn't right. The way the young girl was made up. It had been overdone and almost obscene. Her beautiful young skin had been covered in thick face powder, the wrong colour, and her cheeks were almost smeared with a pastel pink that Sherrie couldn't even imagine a street hooker wearing. Street hooker. Sherrie's stomach began to churn wildly. The events of the day before suddenly came rushing back into her head, having been momentarily forgotten with the appearance of the young girl. She pushed the food and tepid water away, unable to even contemplate the tiniest sip of water, and lay down on the floor in complete despair. *** The young Mexican girl came back after about half an hour, carrying a white drawstring bag and a set of keys. She held the door wide open, gestured for Sherrie to leave the room and ushered her out into a dingily-lit corridor. They walked the entire length of the hall, finally going through a door at the end, into some kind of public washroom with shower stalls and sinks opposite a row of rust-stained toilets. She handed Sherrie the bag and said something in her native language, gesturing at the showers and the toilets. Sherrie, her heart pounding with fear of what her life was about to become, took the bag with trembling hands and just stood there staring at the room around her. She expected the young girl to leave but instead, she walked over to the shower and turned on the water. Still not looking Sherrie in the eyes, she came back over to where Sherrie was standing, and started to remove the torn skirt, blouse and underwear. Sherrie, in a stupor, stood there unmoving, eventually finding herself naked and being pushed towards the water. She stood under the cool spray in a trance, as the girl efficiently scrubbed at her skin with a soapy washcloth, as if she were a vehicle in a car wash. An hour later, a cleaner, fresher-smelling Sherrie was sitting at a table in a bar, dressed in a very short, tight cream-coloured skirt and a matching stretchy top with a plunging V neck line. Oddly enough she found herself remembering that she looked far better in white, rather than cream. Cream always gave her such a washed-out look, her mom used to say. A lump came to her throat as she thought about her mother. They had never got along well with each other. Too similar. At least, that was her father's opinion. Sherrie wondered if she would ever see them again, and a tear rolled down her perfectly powdered cheek. As a disco tune from 1978 played in the bar, two girls appeared on a small stage at the front of the bar, wearing nothing but panties. Sherrie was confused, expecting a strip routine but she soon figured it out as the girls embraced each other and started grinding their bodies together, in time with the music, as they kissed. A sex show. Live. The real thing, in front of a very appreciative audience, Sherrie thought, wryly. After a lot more kissing and breast-rubbing, and half a dozen poorly-simulated climaxes, the girls were 'ambushed' by a group of four muscular men in T-shirts and jeans, who simultaneously jumped onto the stage. The men wasted no time. Zippers came down and hard cocks came out, being furiously stroked by their owners, ready for action. Each girl was grabbed by two men, pushed down on to a large mat and their legs pried widely open. Within minutes, each one was being fucked hard and fast, while cocks were also being pushed into their mouths. Over the course of the next hour, Sherrie watched as the two girls were used in every way imaginable. And, further, they appeared to be enjoying it if their moans, groans and panting were to be believed. They sucked and fucked in every position possible for four men and two women. At one point the women were put into a sixty-nine position with each other as dicks pumped in and out of their pussies. Sherrie, mesmerized by the scene before her, was horror-struck by the realization that this is what she was brought here for. She would have to do all those things the girls on stage were doing, and pretend to enjoy it, just like they were. Her thoughts were shattered all of a sudden when someone roughly grabbed her arm and pulled up from the seat. She turned around to see the large Mexican who had negotiated with the biker for her. "Get up. I got plans for you! I can't put you in my sex-shows, you're too old," he shouted over the music. "I got my friends back here that need satisfying," he laughed crudely, and led her into a large room off the main area, with a mattress on the floor. Sherrie was thrown down on to the mattress. The bar owner grabbed her left ankle and quickly secured it with handcuffs, to a metal plate that was about six inches off the ground, on the wall. One leg and both her arms were left free. The mattress was filthy. Sherrie noticed the stain in the middle and recoiled. Before she could contemplate what those stains were, the bar-owner came back with another man. "Your first client, whore. You better be nice to him, you hear me?" A big, strapping, dark-skinned man in his late forties stood over Sherrie, looking at her body but not her face. Suddenly he bent over her and grabbed the neck-line of her stretchy knit top. With incredible force he pulled it apart with two hands, leaving her breasts exposed. He grinned and shouted something in Spanish to his friend, the bar-owner. "Hey, white chick, he says your breasts are not big. He's been with Latina women, you hear me, you be good to him, okay?" Sherrie tried to hold her legs together, pathetically covering her breasts with her hands. As her "client" shouted at her, the bar owner rushed back over to the mattress with a white bamboo cane, in a rage. He grabbed away one of her wrists and lashed her, right across both breasts. Sherrie screamed out in agony like a wild animal caught in a trap. The waiting man grinned as she lay there sobbing. He pulled her skirt down and roughly tore her panties off. The skirt lay bunched up around the chain attached to her left leg. He grabbed her other leg and pushed it toward the edge of the mattress as he undid his fly with his other hand. Without delay he moved his body in between her legs, putting his whole weight on her. She felt his penis enter her immediately, no warning, no lubrication. Dry, it plunged right inside her and started to thrust. He was rough, like an animal. He wanted his satisfaction immediately. He pounded her little body so hard into the mattress she could feel the cement floor under them. He was fast, hard and rough. She lay there, her body bouncing, her legs moving up and down with his thrusts, her pussy burning with irritation from the previous day. She felt it become even more rigid inside her, each thrust now feeling like a scraping. She felt the spasms of his cock against the tightness of her pussy muscles, as his orgasm began. With horror and relief all mixed together she lay there feeling his cum seeping out of her cunt. He continued to move inside her and for a moment she though he wanted to come again, but he was just squeezing out every last drop. He quickly withdrew and was gone from the room like it had never happened. The event had lasted no more than two minutes and the guy had not once looked at her. He had just put his dirty meat inside her, in a filthy room, and used her hole until he came. "Hey, white whore," spat the bar owner as he stood by the side of the bed. "You put a lot more into it with the next guy, okay? You act like you enjoy it. You gonna be doin' this fifty times a day, every day, long as you work for me. You hear? Okay?" His cane whacked the mattress right next to her shackled leg. "I don't wanna spoil your pretty white flesh with this, now, do I?" he gurgled in mock sympathy. "You do it the nice way, little lady, or you do it my way. If you don't wanna do it we tie your legs wide open and we don't care how many use your hole, fifty, eighty, a hundred. And we use the cane on you too. You decide, okay?" Sherrie lay whimpering on the mattress as tears ran down her face. "Okay, okay," she whispered hoarsely, nodding to the bar-owner. The next man was there in a flash. He swaggered his way towards her, grinning from ear to ear, obviously looking forward to the pleasure he was about to get, but looking somewhat self-conscious as he gestured the bar-owner out of the room. She opened her legs wide this time. "Okay baby, okay baby, yes!" he murmured excitedly, almost to himself, while taking his cock quickly, feverishly, out of his jeans. Sherrie looked up at him, her eyes pleading with his, in search of some tiny spark of human integrity. His baby-face just looked back at hers with the eagerness and anticipation you would see on the face of a toddler breaking open a huge Christmas present. She didn't feel like a person at all, at that particular minute. She felt like a hole in the mattress. This was the worst moment in her whole life so far. But for the sake of her survival, she knew the rules of the game had to be played. Sherrie briefly had a flash of books and movies, trying desperately to remember what was in them. Papillon, Murder in the First, Escape from Alcatraz. Tenko. How did they survive? It didn't work. She couldn't think. Her breasts were being mauled now, nipples squeezed, pinched while he placed his cock in position. Her head turned away and she was surprised when he sharply pulled it back to face him. He was making her look at him. He wanted her involvement. She watched him spit into his hand and lube his cock, all the time grinning at her. He nodded and touched her face gently as it slid in slowly. When it was in all the way, he pulled it out and rammed it in this time fast and deeper than before. Sherrie's pussy, filled with semen from the last guy, started to make squelchy sounds. This time there was no pain. A different cock, different size, shape. Easier penetration, filled in a different way. Suddenly the bar-owner came back into the room. "Fuck him back! Wrap your legs around him, you're a whore, a white slut, remember? You enjoy, you give him pleasure!" As she made a pathetic attempt to move her hips under him, she put her arms around him and gingerly moved both legs up higher. She thought for a fleeting instant of her boyfriend, the only one she'd ever had, and a bit clumsy when it came to sex. In the last 24 hours she had been raped by seven men and now here she was, bucking her hips like a street hooker, with a Mexican john. In response to her movements and sudden "affection" he began to groan and moved more frantically inside her. They fell into a natural rocking motion, a rhythm that actually felt pleasurable to her. As his thrusts became steadier and harder he reached his face down to her neck, kissing and biting it like a savage. As she screamed out in pain from the biting, her arms clutched more tightly around him. He was hammering away into her pussy so vigorously that the mattress started to move across the floor. He was ready to come. The head of his cock was swelling as it was being buried deeper and deeper into her body. It felt like it was inside her belly. Her cervix was being battered, her pussy getting sore again and puffy now, and as his sperm seeped into her his movement stopped and he appeared to be in a trance. In less than 10 minutes she had been filled with sperm from two different men. Three men an hour for 16 hours a day. How was her brain doing mathematics as she lay there also imagining that she would eventually be impregnated by one of these animals, if not already? Warm sperm, quickly becoming cold, trickled down to her ass, joining the other stains on the mattress. And in front of her stood the next client. She became vaguely aware of the fact that each time a man came into the room she heard the tinkling of coins being dropped into a glass jar at the door. Sherrie was being fucked for coins, and only two days before she had stood, powerful and effective, opening her briefcase in a United States courthouse. The next man was dark, swarthy and short, smelling heavily of perspiration. Her legs were already apart, her cunt wet and swollen. His fingers were running around her pubic area and she wondered if he had ever seen such fair pubic hair as he pulled at them in a cruel, teasing-like way. Sherrie was exhausted. This was number three. Only forty-seven to go, yelled the left side of her brain. She opened her legs wider, imagining that the more she did the faster she could get through them. She would do whatever it took to make them come really fast. As cock number three pushed its way into her she could feel it go deep. As it came back out, she clenched her pussy muscles tight around the shaft of his cock. He gasped and moved slowly to enjoy every sensation she was offering. The sound of tinkling coins in a jar again. And from the corner of her eye she caught sight of a group of men waiting their turn. She continued the squeezing around his cock as he plowed into her. She was determined to milk him dry, to squeeze the cum right out of his cock. Like a seasoned hooker, a whore, a prostitute, she reached her face up to his and licked his neck, slowly and methodically making her way up to his mouth. His skin tasted salty with sweat. But when she got to his mouth it seemed hot and sweet. Crazy. Her senses were in overdrive as she licked and sucked his tongue, and she bucked wildly under him, feeling intense pleasure from her third fuck of the day. But just as her climb began, to what she had imagined would be one of the most powerful orgasms she could have, he quickly pulled his cock out of her and covered her stomach and breasts in a warm spray of semen. Weeping with frustration and confusion, her right hand went down unconsciously to her cunt lips, rubbing furiously to release the tension, only to be ripped away by number four. He was handsome and younger, and Sherrie found herself groaning and pulling him towards her, aching to be filled again. The other men in the room became silent as they stood and watched, rubbing themselves in anticipation. But this one was cruel. She thought he would be better but he was much worse. The cane was in his hand and it was clear that he wanted to strike her before taking his pleasure. His large prick, much more ferocious looking than the others, was hanging out, semi-erect. He roughly pulled her onto her stomach and called someone else over. A second man grabbed Sherrie's arms and held then tightly above her head. The caning began. "Whack!" The pain was unbelievable. Again. "Whack!" Sherrie screamed from the very bottom of her lungs, a sound she didn't know could ever come from her. "This can't.." "Whack!" "...be happening" she yelled. "No-oooooo, please!" He pulled her away from the mattress, grabbing at her roughly. He sat down himself and drew her up towards him. She fell over because it was hard to balance with one leg shackled. Angry, now, he grabbed her around the buttocks and pulled her on top of him. She felt his large cock head pressing at her hole. With a quick sharp jolt she was sitting right on it, this huge cock, inside her belly now, easily because of the previous users. He grabbed her hips, moving them rapidly back and forth, so violently his cock came out. She screamed in pain as it was forced back in. This monster cock filled her whole insides, splitting her body apart. Her cunt lips were being forced inside and out again. Her whole clit felt like it was going inside her body because his cock was so big and wide. "Oh---oooh my God!" Sherrie's cunt was getting hotter and hotter, burning like a fire now. "No!" thought Sherrie. "This can't feel good! I'm being raped, I can't like this, I can't..., I won't" "Oh my god, no, please" Her cunt lips were becoming quickly engorged as the pleasure started to build. "Oh, no" "Oh, yes" "Oh my God, no" She panted, moving faster on her own now. He was anchored still, to the mattress as she used him for herself. He reached his thumb down and started to massage her clit, knowing she was about to explode any minute. That was it. Her pussy contracting, his cock filling her up, her clit being rubbed by his cock and by his thumb, the pleasure too great to deny, she erupted into a series of convulsions and screamed out loud. Her body thrashed, jerked on him and her nails dug deep into his skin. Her legs held around him, taut, muscles tensed like a vise grip. "Ye-e-e-e-s! His began pumping now, fast, deeper, almost too much to bear. Sherrie's gigantic orgasm had sent him reeling into his own, and he held her tight, groaning loudly and pulling her hair, kissing her all over, her shoulders, her breasts, her neck, her face. The feel of the hot liquid inside her gave her even more spasms. She held him tightly as he panted and slowly came down from something more pleasurable, she suddenly fancied, than he'd ever experienced. With shame and pleasure, she buried her face into his shoulder and closed her eyes. She was his whore. (to be continued - pending reader reaction and response - if you want me to write more please email me: dainie@mailexcite.com) ******************************************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----