Message-ID: <7099eli$9801081639@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: wiley10 Subject: Going-away Party (mmf rape tort) 2/2 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: <19980108074541.8252.qmail@nym.alias.net> over his cock. God I wanted to take her again right then and there, that hot piece of fucking meat. Jesus, she was so goddamned hot, kneeling like that, her head bobbing up and down as she serviced Greg, those beautiful cheeks hollowing out as she worked his cock, her hair veiling her face. I glanced up at Greg, saw the look on his face, disappointed. ôBitch doesnÆt know how to suck cock,ö he said, looking at me, his hands winding in her hair as he gripped her head. ôFucking bitch doesnÆt know how to suck cock.ö She whimpered, hearing him, and followed GregÆs gaze to the belts we had left on the floor. I smiled at him and motioned to John, stepping over to pick up the belts, seeing CathyÆs whole body shiver as if she knew, her head bobbing more quickly on GregÆs cock, almost desperately. I stood behind her, the belt shortened in my grip, the buckle swinging free at the end, John opposite me, GregÆs muscles tensing as he readied her. Our arms went back, and we both brought our belts across her ass, the buckles swinging around to strike her inner thighs, her whole body jerking in pain as a howl of agony was ripped from her throat, muffled by the cock Greg shoved deep into her mouth. I whipped her quivering, shaking ass again, seeing the belt leave a dull, red mark as she screamed a second time, then a third as JohnÆs belt landed against the back of her thigh, her head making small jerking motions as Greg shoved her head down on his cock, her screams turning to choking, gagging sounds even as we continued to whip her, GregÆs cock slipping down her throat. I could see it, could see his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, her eyes wild, her body bucking from pain and fear and lack of oxygen, her hands clawing at air before her, too afraid to push away from Greg even as his hands held her impaled on his cock, her throat bulging. I brought the belt down again, reveling in her muffled scream as the metal buckle bruised her soft white ass, her lithe body straining as it was beaten and fucked. Greg was brutal, his hands to either side of her head, anchored by that gorgeous blonde hair, as he drove her head up and down on his cock, slamming her face into his groin as he fucked deep into her throat. We were brutal, as we brought our belts down across her ass, her thighs, even her back as we tortured that sexy fucking piece of fucking lithe, shaking, screaming, sweating meat. My mind was clouding even as my arm tired, CathyÆs ass and thighs and back turning an ugly blue-black from the beating, her screaming getting louder and louder, my cock so hard I thought it would burst as Greg slammed her face and those gorgeous lips of hers down onto his cock and held it there and I knew he was coming deep into her throat, grunting as he pressed her face against his groin. It was too much, just too much for meùI had to have her again, had to bury my cock deep into that prize piece of meat which was Cathy Rollins. I dropped my belt and grabbed her by the hair, close to the scalp, yanking her violently from GregÆs grasp, from GregÆs cock, her spittle and a strand of his come trailing behind as I literally dragged her five feet across the floor and threw her onto her stomach. I dropped to me knees behind her, grabbing those slender fucking hips in my hands, pulling her bruised, beaten ass into the air, my cock bouncing in front of me as I growled like an animal, aiming it toward her abused, raped cunt. I slammed into her hard, brutally, wanting to hurt the bitch, to hear her scream, but only got a grunt in response as my cock hit the back of her cunt. I gave her three strokes, her cunt so tight, so sweet, that I almost left it there; but her ass, that tiny brown rosebud was winking at me, my thumbs pulling apart her bruised asscheeks, was calling to me. My teeth ground together as I slid my cock from her gripping snatch, and rested it against her tiny asshole. Her reaction made it all worth it. A hoarse and soft cry came from those battered lips: ôNoànoàpleaseàgodàoh godàpleaseö she was whimpering and struggling now, harder than I would have thought possible, her knees lifting from the ground, her asscheeks tensing together, her thighs struggling to close, prevented by my body. I didnÆt careù nothing was going to stop me from taking her ass, and I held her there, practically in mid-air, by her hips, my cock, lubed by her cunt, pressing against her asshole, her body writhing and struggling in my grip as she begged me to stop, to do anything, anything but that. I pressed forward harder, my fingers leaving more bruises around her hips as I felt her ass begin to give, a scream starting low in her chest, that fucking chest, with those fucking tits pressed hard against the floor as she tried to drag her body away from me. Fucking bitch fucking bitch was all I could think as her scream reached its peak and my cock broke through into her ass, making me shiver in sensation. Tight, so tight it hurt, hurt as I pressed further into her, and further, her scream turning into a howl as her hands clawed at the carpet in front of her futilely, her forehead pressing into the ground even as her howl broke into sobs of defeat and pain as I sank the last inch of my cock into her squeezing, writhing, fucking ass. I dragged my cock out, loving the way her body tensed in agony, and drove it hard back in, as hard as I could into that tight sheath of ass. I wasnÆt thinking about anything but fucking and fucking and I slammed her ass, CathyÆs ass, brutally, remorselessly, loving every second of her pain, her terror, her humiliation, her defeat. I noticed vaguely John kneeling down in front of her as my fucking became easier, and I reveled in the blood I saw glistening on my cock as I pulled it back before driving it back deep into her straining body. John was in front of her, grabbing her hair, dragging her to her hands, gripping her jaw, forcing her mouth open, driving his cock into her mouth, fucking her hard, as hard as I was fucking her ass. I donÆt know how long we fucked her, me in her ass and John in her throat, her body quivering and writhing with soft, muffled sounds of pain coming from her. I was in a haze of lust and pleasure, my whole mind focused on my cock, on those two beaten mounds of flesh which was her ass. I took, and I took, and I took and I felt my come coming, hurting me, reminding me that I had already come once, but hurting me good, so fucking good as I rocked on that bitchÆs ass until I jerked, my whole fucking body jerked and I came deep inside her ass, my cock throbbing again and again as I spewed my seed deep into her bowels, taking the bitch, taking sweet, lithe, fucking gorgeous Cathy Rollins. I swayed for a moment, hearing John bellow as he finished up in her throat, and I pulled out, wincing as her ass clenching one final time in pain, and fell back on my ass. I rested there for a minute, watching vaguely while John pulled his cock from CathyÆs abused throat and stood up, letting her body slide slowly to the ground. I shook my head, clearing it, and made my way over to the chair that Greg had vacated and sat down. Greg was looking down at our prize, at our party girl, his eyes bright. He kicked her a few times in the side, not hard. Then he reached down and rolled her unresisting body over. ôGod, thatÆs fucking beautiful,ö he said, taking the fucking words right out of my mouth. Cathy, Cathy Rollins, lay broken on the floor. Her arms, still bound at the wrist, stretched over her head, making her body seem leaner, longer, more coltish. Her tits rode high on her chest, reddened and bruised by our beating earlier. Her throat, long and smooth and white, swallowed awkwardly, painfully, her breathing coming in soft rasps. A trickle of blood leaked from her small nose, and her lips, those perfect, soft, full lips were bruised black and blue. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes looking longer against cheeks wet with tears. Her hair, that blonde, straight, perfect hair was wild around her head. Her waist, so lean, and stomach, writhed slowly with her thighs as she moaned in pain, the beatings and fucking we had given her not even allowing her to lie on the ground without pain. IÆm telling you, IÆm fucking telling you, thereÆs nothing so fucking erotic as a woman in agony, and Cathy Rollins was in fucking agony. I think we were all mesmerized, because we just sat or stood there and stared down at her, drinking in that fucking wonderful body of hers as it did itÆs erotic dance of pain. Greg broke the spell, moving over to his clothes, his cock rock hard again as he dug in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigs and a lighter. He lit one, puffed, and moved over to stand at CindyÆs feet, looking down at her. I slid the chair over for a better view as he kneeled at her feet, the cigarette dangling from his lips. He grabbed her by the ankles, ignoring her moan of pain as he pushed them up and back, laying her knees over his shoulders. He leaned over her, his cock aimed right at her gash, gaping red and raw from her rapes, his body supported by one of his hands and by her legs. She didnÆt open her eyes, only groaned when he pushed his cock into her raw cunt, burying it to the hilt. He left it there, starting down at her face, her gorgeous face, staring at it, the cigarette still dangling from his lips. My expression froze in a feral grin as I watched him pull the cigarette from his lips and look up at John, who moved and kneeled on her hands. She opened her eyes then, and saw Greg, staring down at her, staring at the glowing tip of the cigarette. I knew, John knew, and she knew what he was going to do, and her eyes, those big blue eyes, got wide, and tears started to flow from them without sobs, and her lips convulsed as if she wanted to beg but knew that it would do no good. The tip of the cigarette came down slowly, and her body began to heave under GregÆs, thrashing, bucking, shaking, her tits jerking back and forth as she struggled almost silently, the weight of GregÆs body too much for her as the cigarette found her right breast, tearing a scream from her throat as the smell of burnt flesh wafted from her sweating body. He puffed on the cigarette again, making the tip glow again, and brought it down against her left breast, slowly, methodically, his cock still deep inside her cunt. She screamed again, her back arching, her body struggling as she fought him. He kept at it for almost thirty minutes, burning, puffing, burning, lighting a new cigarette each time he finished the last one, making her scream and scream and scream until only horrible raw howls echoed from her throat, making her body writhe and buck and roll beneath his as he held his cock inside her, held it so her cunt could milk him in her pain. Then he grabbed her tits, mauling them in his hands, sending her into a frenzied, animal howling, her body wild beneath his as he began to drive his cock brutally into her cunt, her burned tit-flesh oozing from between his fingers as he mauled then, dug his nails into them, tore at them. He grunted, grinding his pelvis into her groin, his fingernails drawing blood from her burned tits, her howling a counterpoint to his grunts of pleasure as he came, filling her cunt with his come. For long seconds his body tensed atop hers, and then it was over, and he collapsed on top of her sobbing body. It was minutes before he rolled from on top of her and stood, leaving her laying on her back on the floor, her legs spread obscenely, her hands and arms sheltering her tortured breasts as she sobbed great, heaving, painful sobs. I donÆt know what it was, I donÆt know, but something about that fucking cunt, that fucking cunt with that luscious fucking body made me want to hurt her, made me want to hear her scream and sob and beg. I dropped down between her splayed legs, putting one hand against her inner thigh, my shoulder against the other, my face inches from her gaping, raw, swollen cunt. Her labia gaped open, and come leaked and dribbled between her asscheeks. I saw her clit, swollen and red surrounded by sparse blonde hairs. I shifted, and with two fingers pulled her labia apart from around her clit. I reached in with my other hand and took that red, swollen, battered piece of flesh between my thumb and my forefinger, hearing her sobbing increase, feeling her thighs shake, and squeezed, tearing a howl from her throat and jerking, clenching power from her thighs as she tried to close her legs, but my shoulders, my arms were too strong for her in her weakened state. I pinched it, pulled on it, dug my fingernails into that sensitive bud of flesh, making her scream and writhe as I tortured her. I pulled by hand back, feeling her body relax, and slammed my fist right against her cunt, making her grunt like and animal, her body jerking away from me. I pulled her back by her cunt-hairs and hit her again, now kneeling between her outspread legs, those lithe, muscular legs, and again, her grunt of agony music to my ears as I pounded her cunt. Again and again I hit her, slamming my fist into her cunt, making her body jerk and writhe, yanking back on her cunt- hairs as I drove my fist into her cunt, making her grunt like a fucking pig, blood pounding in my temples as I raged, now grinding my fist against her snatch, pushing my knuckles into her, sinking them in to my thumb, seeing her body arch in agony as I punched my knuckles into her abused cunt again, and again, now pressing, folding my thumb under, shoving my fist into the bitchÆs cunt, into CindyÆs fucking cunt, my fist, my whole goddamned fist filling her fucking cunt. I shoved, feeling her body shake in agony, in horrible pain, her abdomen bulging out as I shoved my fist deeper into her hole, stretching her, a terrible moan coming from deep with her to be followed by a grunt of pure agony as I ground my fist up against her cervix. I yanked back, violently, and slammed my fist against her cervix, punching her cunt, punching it, fucking punching the bitchÆs cunt with my fist, driving it against her cervix, her grunts deep and horrible and animalistic as I slammed my fist into her again and again. I fucked her with my fist until my arm grew tired, and then pulled it out, dragging her whole body with my fist until I unclenched it. I looked down at my fist, covered with slime, and went over and wiped it on her blouse, my whole body shaking in reaction. My groin burned and I was hard again, painfully hard. Greg was too, amazingly, and he dragged her to her feet by her hair, threw her over the table, her bruised and beaten ass presented like an offering to him. Greg spread her asscheeks with his hands and drove his cock with one stroke deep into her ass. She groaned, she couldnÆt stop fucking groaning now, her whole body a mass of agony, her breasts tortured pressed against the wood of the desk. I walked around to the other side of her desk and grabbed that gorgeous hair of hers and took her mouth with my cock, driving it down her throat, feeling the soft warmth of her palate, the tight constriction of her throat, the pillowy softness of her lips against my groin. She was being fucked again, ass and mouth, violently, brutally, as we both tried to coax a third come out of this hot piece of meat, out of this beautiful fucking bitch, out of Cathy Rollins. ôGet me a pin,ö I heard Greg growl, and I grinned as I watched John hand him one, which he ground into the soft whiteness of her ass. Her scream vibrated along my cock, making me groan in pleasure. A second pin was driving into CathyÆs round asscheek, and a second scream drove me wild with lust. I fucked that precious throat like a fucking madman, her howls of pain as he drove more and more pins into her ass driving me wild. I couldnÆt come, though, I couldnÆt fucking come the bitch had drained my balls so well before. It was fucking painful my balls were so tight, so cock so hard in her spasming throat. Greg had stopped adding pins, his hands and his driving hips grinding the ones in place into her ass, making her scream continuously around my cock, making me crazy with pleasure and frustration. Her ass must have been dancing for him because I watched as GregÆs eyes rolled up in his head and he howled in pleasure as he shot his third load into Cathy, beautiful Cathy. He pulled out, and I stopped fucking her face, pulling out and looking at that bruised and battered face, her nose running with blood now, blood running down my thighs from her nose. I stepped back, and John reached across the table and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her up, reaching around her until her held her by her burned and tortured breasts, making her drool and groan in agony as he pressed his hard cock up against her ass, her ass still filled with pins which he ground deeper into her flesh as he shoved his eight inch pole up into her bowels. She screamed, once, when he entered her, and then fell into a steady rhythm of grunts as he used her ass. My cock was throbbing as I watched her, held up by him, her head bobbing up and down with each of his thrusts, her hair bouncing wildly about her head, her eyes, those big, beautiful blue eyes, glazed over with pain and shock, her mouth hanging open, drooling, her full lips bruised black and blue, her nose running blood down her chin, down that gorgeous neck, down between those wonderful fucking tits. I stepped up to her, reached around between her and John and grabbed that sweet ass of hers, squeezed just to hear her fucking groan in agony, and then shoved my cock up her fucking cunt. It was a fucking ride, so fucking tight with JohnÆs monster fucking cock up her ass, rubbing against my cock as I rammed into her cunt, her body a fucking rag-doll between us, a fucking plaything, a fucking piece of fucking meat which we fucked and fucked, our legs straining as we pounded her holes, filling her cunt and her ass, rocking that beaten, broken, burned, raped body between us, taking our fucking pleasure from that fucking piece of fuck-meat. I came fucking hard, my hands grinding into her ass, my balls feeling like they were being pulled through my cock as I came, I fucking came for the third time that evening. John finished bellowing, his hands tearing at her bruised, burned, bloodied tits, and then we dropped her, letting her fall to the floor, moaning weakly. We stood there for a moment, and I glanced at the clock. ôTime to go,ö I said, and we cleaned ourselves up using her clothes as rags, ignoring her as she lay motionless on the ground. When we were dressed, I dragged her behind my desk and we bound her with some twine that John found in the mail room. I figured the cleaning staff would find her in the morning, but by that time we would be receiving a VIP welcome from the governor of a tropical paradise, without extradition. I was still thinking about Cathy Rollins eight hours later, even when I was shaking hands with the governor. What a fucking fuck. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |