extreme rape

Mm/F Rape, viol, snuff. Part one, maybe more later.

A LIFE EXAMINED

Frankly I’ve never cared for chicks in the first place, except for sex. Susan had been the hottest girl in high school and one of the most shy. Naturally quiet and submisive most of her friends would probabbly refer to her as ‘nice’ And I say probably because you couldn’t really say she had any friends. The cool girls despised her for being a good mama’s girl from a religious household, not allowed to wear short skirts or makeup and therefore a social zero to them, but still threatening because of her natural beauty. The cool boys hated her for being hot but off limits, because of both her religious upringing and, more importantly, scary motherfucker of a dad, 6 foot 3 inches and a complete fanatic. The goths, punks and other outcasts laughed at her religious naiveness and the loser geeks, male of female were too intimidated by both her faith and her beauty.


So she basically kept to herself, getting good grades and staying out of troubble. The teachers liked her for not being a problem, and for the same reason probably couldnt’ tell you her name.

At sixteen, I had already formed certain ideas about what I wanted out of life. I am not a genius or a great athlete so going into the family business didnt bother me at all, my father and his father before him owned a small chain of hardware stores throughout the county. Money was reliable if not spectacular and the work was reasonable. Marrying my highschool girl, having a son and running the stores was more than enough for me. See I never wanted to be a rock star or a war hero, in fact my tastes in other matters make it so that the life I’ve chosen is absolutely ideal. I’m a family man, a pillar of the community but not so high up that anyone looks at me too closely, and that’s fine by me.

My only true passion is pussy. Hunting it, fucking it, hurting it. Sometimes killing it as well.

I’ll start at the beginning;

When I was thirteen I found a dirty magazine in an old brokendown gas station near what used to be the edge of town, all drawn-not photos, but what drawings! Women on the rack, in nooses, burning at the stake, fucked by big black guys, by dogs, by horses.

Tits cut, nipples pierced, asses reamed by hot irons. It was incredible.

I put it back where I found it, terrified that someone would see me.

The windows were all boarded up and painted over and main entrance was a mess of chained doorhandles and piled up garbage but I imagined the sidedoor slamming open and someone pointing at me and screaming. No one did of course and I snuck back the next day to look at it again, and the day after that.

Eventually I got less scared that someone would see me and I began to jerk off lookin at it, dreaming of doin the things in it to one of the bitches

at school. Then about five months after the first time, when I snuck in (always waiting to make sure n one was around to see me) I was shocked and delighted to find a new treasure. This time it was a set of photos. A dozen of them, less graphic than the comics but so much better in every other way. All twelve were of the same girl. A dirty blonde, not all that much older than me, maybe fifteen. The first two showed her fully clothed and hogtied and gagged, in the middle of a bare white floor, one on her stomach and one on her back, knees spread and tits jutting. I looked at that one for a long time, cock hardening in my pants. Her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes were pleading at the camera, red and puffy and terrified. Savoring each photo I continued. In the third her shirt was gone, showing a nice white bra, shreds of cloth at her wrists implied it had been cut off. Four and her bra lay in pieces beside her revealing lovely tits, big enough to make her look older-maybe it was the tears and fear that made me think she was fifteen, her tits were certainly those of an entirely fuckable woman. In photos five through eight the cameraman had cut the ropes at her ankles and gotten her naked on her knees from in from different angles-she was quite lovely, plump little ass, flat belly and downy pussy, all exposed-gooseflesh suggesting cold or fear or both. Then in the final four photos I got a glimpse of my new hero. The camera had been placed on some object and triggered remotely I guessed since in the first photo both his hands gripped her head forcing his cock in her mouth and in another they held her tits, her body facing the camera and hiding most of him as he raped her pussy. Clearly not wanting to waste the opportunity the other images showed a close up of her distended asshole as he forced his cock into it and her cum splattered-and somewhat bruised by whatever happened between photos-young face. I hid the photos after lookin at them and ran all the way home, terrified that someone had seen me.

I thought about the constantly for the next two weeks. I was frightened that someone would catch me lookin at them. But it was more than that, tuning them in to the cops never even entered my head. I wanted to be the guy who had taken the photos. I didn’t give a shit about the girl, I imagined she was either home by now, tearfully telling a shrink about her ordeal or in a shallow grave someplace in the endless rainforests of the state. I didn’t really care which. Alive she was still fuckable but in his place I’d have liked to kill her. Depending on my mood I’d vote for the third option, that she was still in that white room and getting in the ass and pussy daily.

But if I got caught with the photos, even if I got a light reprimand as a harmless young boy who should have known better and called the cops but would never do such a thing himself (and I’d play that role to the hilt) people would rememeber and think aout it later when I was a man. And if I realy wanted to ever get a chance to do those things to some other bitch, I needed a spotless record. So I did my homework and chores, didn’t curse or cause trouble, and instead of sneaking into the old gas station I took up birdwatching, got a pair of binoculars for my fourteenth irthday and started watching the sation from a tree across the way. I’d sit and do my homework almost every day and after four and a half months I finally got lucky.

A Toyota pickup truck pulled up to the side door and a man in a jean jacket climbed out. He fiddled with this and that for about five minutes, making a show of opening the hood and banging away at this and that until he was evidently convinced that no one was around. Then he lifted the tarp in the truck bed and with both hands pulled out a large dufflebag which he carried into the buidling. This was it, there was no doubt in my mind what was in that bag.

I waited to make sure no one was following him and snuck through the vegetation to the door he had used. It was a battered old metal thing and he’d jammed it closed with something that covered the hole where the lock used to be. However the frame was bent all the hell from some hobo tying to break in and on my knees I could put my face to a inch wide foot long gap.

The bag was beside him, still zipped, but something inside it was moving sluggishly. He stood with his back to me messing with some camera equipment and what I later found was called a rape kit. He turned towards the bag and I got a look at him, he was unremarkable, thirtish with greying sideburns and a goatee. He reminded me of my history teacher. Not at all the sort of guy you’d suspect as a rapist, which made me smile.

He opened the bag and rolled out it’s contents, another hogtied girl, this time a redhead, older too but slender and more modest in the chest area proably a C cup. She wore a tight yellow t-shirt and a green khaki skirt, her shoes and one of her pink socks had vanished somewhere along the line.

She started trying to scream through the gag and he kicked her in the stomach. My cock jerked in my pants, I wanted so badly to be in there. While she was trying to get air back in her lungs he took a couple of photos and then untied the rope between her ankles and wrists. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her.

“I’m going to remove your gag. I want you to stay quiet or I’ll hurt you. If you scream I’ll hurt you worse. Understand?” He sounded reasonable, nice even. She nodded.

He took the a off and started unzippig his pants.

“Please just let me go, I swear–” He raised his hand and brought it down backhanded across he face. Then he did it again, and again, five or six times, cutting her lip and shutting her up good.

“I don’t really care if I have to hurt you or not. depending on my mood I like it when a whore struggles” He didnt wait for an answer, but went back to pullin his cock out, ignorning her sobs.

He pulled her head up by her curly red hair. “Suck”

She did, no argument and no hesitation. The sight of her slurping desperately on his dick, eyes shut but tears streaming was more than I could resist, my hand had wrapped around my own cock almost on its own and I was furiously whackin off as he raped her mouth. He bored quickly though and rolled her over onto her stomach. He pulled his pants off entirely and stradded her legs. Pushing her skirt up past her waist he pulled a knife from his kit and sliced off her panties. She whimpered as he did it but wisely said nothing out loud. Her slim ass turned rosy pink were he smaked it with the flat of the blade.

“Ass or pussy, always the choice. Well, since I doubt a cunt your age is a virgin anymore I think I’ll pop your anal cherry”

This was enouh to make the dumb bitch forget her earlier lesson

“No!” She started wriggling under his wieght. “Ohgodpleezedont…”

He put one hand on the back of her head, pushing her face sideways into the floor and I could see his fingers digging into the flesh of her cheek and spread her ass cheeks with the other hand.

“Just be grateful I let you get my cock wet first” He laughed and proceeded to force his way into her asshole. She began screaming right away, probably just anticipation at first but very quickly in true pain. He moved his hand over her mouth muffling some of it. The sound of her screaming and the sight of her struggling were almost enough to make me come right then anyway, but what actually did it was when her pain filled eyes refocused and saw me. I guess I should have been scared, but I wasnt. Her eyes lit up with hope and she started screaming louder, more intellgibly through his hand. Screaminq for help. From me. I thought about fleeing but I had a better idea. As she hollered at what she assumed was her savior I stood up and placed my cock at the gap, where she should just be able to make it out. I closed my eyes and pictued her face as she realised what her would-be rescuer was doing, and of course that was too much for me, with a moan I came harder than I ever had.

It seemed to go on forever wiping everything else from my mind. But as I came back to reality I realized my mistake. I desperately tried to get my pants back on as I heard a disturbance inside.

Undeterred by my little show the numbcunt inside decided I was her best shot at freedom.

“Help! Help me!” She wailed as I tried to do up my fly. A string of more colorful curses followed from him. He didn’t bother telling her to shut up, I heard a grunt that was surely him kickin her in the gut again and then he was at the door removing whatever he’d blocked it with. My pants caught at my butt and I stumbled backwards, losing my balance falling on my ass and crackin my head on the ground painfully. And then the door was open and that’s how he found me-a fourteen-year old kid on his back with his pants at his knees.

He stopped and his face went from a mix of anger and fear to somethin close to amusement. He moved forward, stopped and then stood there. Clearly unsure as to what to do next. I figured I should make the most of the moment.

“My name is Jason and I’m a huge fan of your photos” I blurted.

His eyes widened. “My photos?”

I figured I was in it now. “I’ve been coming here for nearly a year. ever since i found your magazine. Then I saw the pictures you took of that blonde chick.” As his expression became more alarmed I spoke faster trying to get it all out before he decided he had to kill me.

“I’ve been waitinq hoping you’d bring another girl. But really I dont wan’t to watch. Really I want to rape a girl myself” It was the first time I’d said it out loud and I had to stop for a second.

He eyed me suspiciusly. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Not just that, I want to do all the things in that magazine. Not just the fucking but the other stuff.” He seemed to relax a little. “The torture and the animals. And, you know, the killing” The last sentence took the last of my despeate courage out of me and it was barely a squeak.

He turned around and went back in to where the redhead, who had clearly heard most of out conversation was curled up on her side whimpering and still gasping a little.

“You’d better come in then” he said, without turning around.

I followed him and closed the door behind me.

“This is Candy” He said gesturing at the still whimpering red-head.

“I don’t always know their names… but she’s a waitress and came conveniently labeled”

He sat down on a milk crate beside her and looked at me. “So what do you want to do to Candy?”

I swallowed. “Everything” I said, and he laughed. “Ok, well lets see if you’re for real or just a peeping Tom” He put his foot to her ass and shoed her accross the floor towards me. She sobbed but wisely said nothing.

My recent orgasm seemed something from a past life. I went over to her and told her to get on her knees. She stayed curled in a ball sobbing… I looked at him and he spread his hands as if to say it was up to me now.

Despite my active fantasy life I had never really yelled or bossed anyone around in real life-I had no siblings or pets. I nudged her shoulder with my foot and told her to get up again. Sensing my uncertainty like a dog she obeyed but at the same time she made eye contact and reached out.

“Please, you cant do this-you’re just a boy…. why?” I saw I was getting nowhere, in fact I was losing my hold over her. He was just watching, testing me. I had to do something. I smiled at her gently.

“Its okay, I’m sorry about this” Hope flashed in her eyes at this. “Now suck me hard so I can fuck you some before we kill ya, kay?” I used the tone you would with a small child or a dog.

Her eyes widened with shock and her mouth opened to reply. Before she could I swung my hand and smacked her sideways accross the face. It was the first time I had really struck a girl, it felt great. I could tell I was still holding back though and I brought my hand down again splitting her lip open this time. While she recovered from that I unlooped my belt from my pants and looped it around my hand to make a whip. She saw this and turned to curl up defensively as I brought it down on her back, ass and legs. As I whipped her she tried to crawl away whmpering. Finally I felt a hand grab my arm and I realized that drunk with my newfound power I had chased her into a corner hitting her as she went. Her whole body was marked and my arm was throbbing. So was my cock.

He smiled and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Pete”

I shook his hand. “Sorry, I got carried away”

Pete nodded. ‘Damn fine show for your first time, now lets fuck that pussy” He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the center of the room, he didnt bother giving her any orders, just smacking her when she resisted or when her wanted her in a certain position. On her back spreadeagle she still looked mighty hot if a little bruised.

He gestured that I could fuck her if I pleased and took his position kneeling over her mouth. He told her to open up and shoved his cock in her mouth. Alternating between fucking her throat without much apparent concern over her need to breathe and sometimes pulling out and ordering her to suck his balls.

After watching a bit of this and feeling my cock stiffen I took my own place at her pussy, she was dry so I spat on my fingers and shoved them around a little to open the way.

Watching the tip of my cock in the red curls of her pussy I stopped for a second, savoring the loss of my virginity, thankful that my first time was better that I could possilbly have imagined, more perfect than anything I could have planned. Pete was playing with her now, staying in her throat longer and making her body shake as she panicked with no air, her hands fluttered up to push at him-afraid to upset him but instinctualy responding, then falling back down when he pulled back grinning to watch her gasping.

I pushed myself into her slowly, savoring it and trying to etch the sensations into my memory, the musky sweaty smell that pervaded the room, arousal, excitement and fear. The warmth of her cunt and the clenching and unclenching of her muscles. As I picked up the pace, pumping in and out of her with longer rougher strokes I was glad that I had already come once-Otherwise I would surely have ejaculated the instant I entered her unwilling cunt.

Pete fucked her harder as I did, the two of us both slamming into her unmercifully, battering the bitch. As I fucked her I reached up to twist her nipples and dig my nails into her tits, she moaned and I heard Pete gasp a little.

“God I want to kill her” I said. I felt her clench, fear tensing her muscles. Small, desperate sounds forming in her throat.

“Yeah” Pete replied. His had moved up and pinched her nostrils closed as he deep throated her. He hands shot up and grapped his arms desperately trying to budge him. I thrust into her even harder, slamming into her and tearing at her tits, cursing at her as her body arched, back coming up off the floor more powerfully than I would have thought possible with two guys on top of her.

Pete remained quiet as he chocked her with his cock but I found myself powering forth a stream of profanity.

“Fucking worthless cunt. I’m gonna rape your dead mouth when he’s done and piss on your corpse. Bitch, slut, whore” she probably couldnt even hear me anymore as her bucking body screamed for air, making my cock happier that ever, her death throes the ultimate erotic experience. I pulled my hand back and punched her tit, wanting to hurt her as much as I could, her suffering making my pleasure greater by an equal amount. Her body stiffened and I heard Pete come, triggering me to do the same. Both of us filling her with our cum as she died. Blood rushed to my ears in a roar as I spilled into her for an eternity. When I finally pulled out and stood up Pete was already up and cleaning himself off and Candy was limp and her open eyes glazed.

I sat back exhausted and just contemplated the scene. Pete lit a cigarette and offered me one.

“I don’t smoke’ I said. He smiled and held up one finger for attention, then took the cigarette from his mouth and applied the burning tip to one of Candy’s nipples. He got no reaction from her, of course, but I smiled.

“They’re a tool of the trade my boy”

I took one, imagining having touched the lit tip to Candy’s white skin while she was still alive to react. Pete guessed at my train of thought.

“Plenty more cunt on the hoof out there, m’boy-you can use this trick on the next one.”

“I cant believe I finally did it”

“Raped or killed”

“Well, um… both” I said. “But also just, y’know, fucked”

He looked surprised. “This was your cherry?”

I nodded and he laughed. “So the first time you ever get laid and you get to rape and kill the bitch, you’re one lucky kid.”

“I don’t ever want to do it any other way”

“Well, don’t knock more conventional stuff, kiddo. Making a gal submit to you and humilliating her can be just as fun.”

“I’d never really thought of that’ I remembered the photos. “What happened to the blonde girl”

“She was actulally a job… ran off from her pimp’

“Her pimp?”

“Yeah, he runs some half dozed underage whores. She tried to leave, he paid me to get her back, what you saw was my bonus. She’s back at work now’

“Wow”

“That aint the half of it. Most of the cunts I rape I just grab from the street, mall or their house…. but I cant let them go afterwards. Some like Candy here I snuff, but a lot of them I sell”

My mind was reeling. “Sell? Like slaves”

“Sure, what you think we’re the only guys out there who like to have fun? There’s a pretty big white slavery market-mostly for rich guys of course. But there are clubs who will buy a cunt no questions asked if you have a reputation as a reliable source. And the young stuff, whoa…. that fetches great prices.”

“What do they want them for?”

He shrugged. “Some do what we just did, some make videos, some sell them to Asia or Russia, some just chain ‘em up in their basement and keep em till they get bored. At least one guy I know barbeques them.”

“Jesus!” Even I was shocked.

“You’re sitting beside the body of a girl you just raped and killed and that chocks you?”

“Well, it’s cannibalism” It sounded stupid even as I said it.

He laughed “Trust me, cunt-meat tastes fantastic. Don’t knock it until you’ve eaten the freshly roasted ass-steak of a bitch you just raped” His eyes glittered maliciously.

What can I say, I was young and naive, this was a lot to take in.

“I guess”

“Pretty prudish for a boy who was just threatening to fuck this bitch’s corpse and then piss on it”

I blushed. “Okay, okay, point taken. So what do we do with her now”

“Well if you want to fuck the corpse be my guest, but otherwise give me a hand getting her into the bag and I’ll get rid of her”

I helped him get her in the back, feeling weird but satisfied handling the dead flesh. Knowing that I had help turn her from a living person into a bag of dead meat… knowing that the very last thig she had felt was me coming in her. I almost felt sad to see her go. Pete advised me against colleting trophies, citing forensic evidence. But since it was my first time he let me take a lock of her hair.
Been awhile but heres chap 2.

A Life Examined, Part 2

In the weeks that followed I walked around with an almost constant hard-on. Every morning and night I’d jerk off

thinking of the bitch we’d offed. He pleading eyes, soft tits and warm cunt were still providing me with

satisfaction long after she was gone. At school it was worse than before. I watched the girls; my age, younger,

older, teachers… it didnt matter as long as they were hot. The cheerleaders with their bouncing titties I’d

imagine squeezing them around my cock as they cried. The athletic girls with their tanned skin I would picture with

their knees pushed all the way back to their shoulders as I fucked them, the shy studious girls were good too, I would

picture the sounds they would make as I forced my cock into their ass. And the teachers werent excluded, Miss Greenberg

with her her luscious lips and long ponytail, I could just imagine the look of fear in her eyes as I pulled her head back

by her hair and made her wrap those lips around my shaft. It seems like I spent most of my time ducking into the bathroom

to jack off.

To a nearly fifteen year old a few weeks is an eternity and soon I was sure I would never see my new hero again. why would

he risk his safety for a kid like me? Looking back now I understand the enjoyment that you get from finding a kindred soul

and sharing these experiences but at the time I despaired, imagining I had caugt a glimpse of paradise and then lost it.

The urge to do something stupid was almost unbearable. I found myself following girls sometimes thinking what I

could do to them if I wanted to. But even then I wasnt stupid, waiting had worked before and I promised myself it would

again. All the same I decided if I didnt hear from him by my birthday I would pick a bitch and just go for it.

My birthday was only three weeks away when a van pulled up beside me one Saturday and honked. I looked over and the tinted

passenger window rolled down. It was pete, he leaned over and pushed the door open.

"You comin’?"

I couldnt believe it, I ran over and got in quickly, closing the door and rolling the window back up before anyone saw me.

"I dunno, man, am I?"

He laughed and hit the gas, he was wearing shades and hadn’t shaven for a few days. I looked behind me but was dissapointed to

see the back of the van was empty.

"Dont worry, youll get to play. How long before you need to be back home"

I shrugged. "Whenever"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "No, man. I dont want worried parents asking questions. How long?"

I was a kid, so of course I didnt want him to treat me like a kid. But I knew what side my bread was buttered on so I sighed and

gave in. I thought about it, it was nearly two in the afternoon and although I had planned to go home and play videogames, I could

just as easily have gone to my buddy Steven’s house or down to the mall.

"I should be home by seven. But they wont actually be mad at me until nine or so" It was Saturday and the days were getting

long so it wasnt unusual for me to lose track of time at a friends house and get home late. My parents were pretty lax about

it since I wasnt old enough to drive so what the hell kinda trouble was I gonna get into really?

Pete nodded. "That sounds about right"

We were turning towards the industrial outskirts of town, were the train tracks had ran back in the fifties but was now pretty

fucking desolate. Some blocks had functioning businesses while others were abandoned shells or boarded up businesses. I was practically

quivering in anticipation. We eventually pulled into the side deliver door to a run down but still serviceable brick building with large

rollup doors and delivery ramps. It looked like it might have been a garage or something at some point but had no signs except a FOR SALE

sign that looked like it had been there for quite some time. Pete turned the van off and looked at me.

"Ok, here’s the deal. Put this on" He tossed me a sky mask. I looked at him, but before I could ask the question he went on.

"Inside here there are about ten other guys who are, well, fellow travelers. Cunt hunters and the like" I felt a warm glow at being so

casuallly accepted into this Brotherhood of Men but he continued. "A rich dude who has a thing for his daughter has paid to have her grabbed

and fucked and filmed for him. I figured youd be interested?"

I nodded quickly and he smiled. "Right. So here are the rules. One: We all wear masks for his protection as well as ours, this is gonna be on

film. Two: Nothing too rough, slapping, spanking and general roughing up are fine but no puching or kicking-the bitch needs to be a nap and a

shower away from looking more less normal. Three: No one tells her who set this up. Aside from that its all fair game,no holes barred, you can call her anything you want, humiliation is fine, threats are fine, he wants to see her used and used good. Questions?"

"Uh" I thought for a second. "Is her father here?"

"Nope. He just wants to watch. For now"

"Why go to all this trouble and not fuck her"

Pete shrugged. "Different strokes and all that shit. Although he’s probably working his courage up, maybe hell use the tape to coerce her later"

I smiled at that. "That would be pretty cool. Anyway, I guess it doesnt matter, I’m ready when you are"

We got out and went up to the door in the side of the building. It was wood and had green paint flacking off of it, Pete pulled out a single key

and opened the door. We stepped into a small room no bigger than a small bathroom that had another door, this one steel and looked a lot newer than the outside one. Pete pulled on his mask and I followed suit. Then he used the second key on this door, which I now realized was probably soundproofed as he stepped into a large room and I heard voices from inside.

I stepped in after him and we were in a large room filled with people. They were all men, all wearing sky masks and most were already naked at

least from the waist down. I counted eleven men randing from a few years older than me to one dude whose pubic hair was all white.

On the floor between them was a young girl about my age with long wavy brown hair. She was wearing a catholic schoolgirl uniform, which kinda cracked me up for some reason. She was on her knnes and her face was red, with crying and fear and possibly from behind slapped. I felt my cock start to harden. I had been a little apprehensive when Pete had mentioned the other guys, but as we approached and some nodded or greeted us and then returned their attention to the little bitch I felt a sudden rush. These men were my fellows and standing beside them like this, which this split-tail prey caught between us about to use our superiority to degrade her, this was almost as good as killing that other cunt. It was like going into battle with countrymen. The enemy was right here about to be conquered.

We approached and one of the guys came over and handed Pete a beer, he looked at me and back at Pete.

"Too young" under other circumstances Id have been dissapointed but right then beer was the least tempting thing I could imagine.

"Sorry kid" said the man. Back to Pete, "We started filming about ten minutes ago, you havent missed much. Some begging, some threats"

I looked over where he was pointing and saw that there was a camera on a tripod. One guy was operating it to capture the action.

As we spoke a tall guy who still had on a black teeshirt and the mask but nothing else had approached the girl and grabbed a handful of her long curls. She immediatelly started crying and pleading, although she had been silent since we came in"

"Ohgod, please please dont do this. I swear my parents will pay anything you want" That was probably already true as far as her father was

concerned I through with a snicker.

"Do I look like I want their money? How about you shut up and suck my cock"

Her face scrunched up and she broke into sobs, her words become incoherent. It didn’t matter anyway I though as I quickly shed my clothes, there wasnt a thing she had to say that I gave a flying fuck about. Her mouth had a much better use as far as I was concerned.

By the time I was naked the another guy had gotten down behind the girl and pushed his hand up her shirt, kneading her tits as he pressed up

against her back and nuzzled her neck. She was squirming but the guy in the tshirt was rubbing his dick on her face, grinding himself against her.

Like most of the guys watching I had my stiffening cock in my hand now. Pete had wandered over and was jerking off beside her ear so she could hear it.

"Cmon you little cocksucker, show us your tounge bitch" He said as he pressed the tip of his cockhead against her ear. She squealed and tried to jerk away but now another guy was on the other side and she had nowhere to go.

Tshirt guy laughed. "Ok, the hard was is good too" He rached over and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back, then he grabbed her jaw in a large strong hand and pulled it down. Pete reached over and used his thumb to get her mouth open. She was thrashing and moaning but the

guy behind her was holding her more or less still even as he mauled her tits and rubbed himself against her. Tshirt guys hand slipped and the

girl bit down on Pete’s thumb.

"Fuck!" He said and pulled his hand back. Typically, despite the desperate circumstances she hadnt bitten as hard as she could and there wasnt

even any blood. I learned that over the years; bitches are reluctant to use deadly force even as you rape, torture and humiliate them, not until they realize youre really gonna kill them and sometimes even then. Theyre weak that way.

"Fucking cunt!" Pete had moved to the front now and he slapped the girl, then again and a third time. I knew he was holding back but it was

probably as hard as she had ever been hit and she looked a little stunned.

Pete turned to Tshirt. "The harder way" A couple of the guys laughed knowingly and the dude with his hands up her shirt pulled his hands out and pushed her forward in one move. He held her head all the way down onto the floor.

"May I?" He looked at Pete. Pete nodded, "Im gonna cum down her fucking throat" He reached down and held her shoulders allowing the guy behind her to sit back and push her skirt up. Another guy, wearing socks handed him a knife and he used it to slice her panties off. Her pleas, muffled now, increased. After spitting on his hand the tit-feeler started massaging his thumb into her butthole and the girl went ballistic. Tshirt held her shoulders with Pete and the rest of us watched as the dude busted her anal cherry as she thrased and wailed and eventually, as he penetrated

further to our cries of encouragment, she began screaming loud enough to hurt my ears.

"Give it to her!" "Fuck that tight little ass" "Show the bitch who’s boss!" The guys where pretty much all naked now, including the camera guy,

who had zoomed in to get a shot of the assrape.

The tempo of the rape increased as her assrapist neared climax and his grunts were soon louder than hers as her screams grew ragged and devolved into pained grunts through clenched teeth.

Pete leaned down and grabbed a handful of hair, he hissed in her ear. "Thats what you get if you fight it, you whore" He leaned down and licked her face. "Were gonna fuck you raw and leave you bleeding either way, so you can suck our cocks like the filthy slut that we all know you are or you

can keep biting and we’ll rape you in the ass until you pass out and then come down your throat until you choke on it, cunt"

"Nnnngh! NNgh!" Was pretty much all she had to say to that, but I thought he made a convincing argument. Then her rapist let out a moan and came inside her, also triggering a response from the dude with the white hair who had been jerking off enthusiasticly and now aimed his cock at her back, coating her sweater with cum. The ass rapist pulled out and whiped himself on her asscheek, then gestured as if to say "all yours" to the

rest of us.

Pete and the Thsirt dude lifted the dazed girl up now and she barely resisted as they pulled her soiled sweater and shirt off in one go and then

cut her simple white bra off, revealing generous white tits with soft brown nippples and an athletic torso. Pete then grabbed her shoulders and

the other guy pulled her skirt down her legs and off, her socks were next leaving her naked and shivering, recovering enough to try to cover her nudity with her hands. Pete slapped her hands out of the way and pushed and pulled at her until she was on her knees with her hands more or less

at her sides and her head hung in shame.

He reached forward and tilted her head up by the chin. Some of her hair was stuck to her tear streaked face and her mouth hung open, she was

panting a little from exertion or fear.

"Emma?"

Her eyes widened at the sound of her name and someone snickered.

"Yeah, I know your name. You arent a random grab, we picked YOU" He smoothed her hair back. "Weve watched you at school, at home, at camp, at your friend Lizzie’s house" She gasped. "At tennis, at the mall" We watched a lot of girls but only took you. Because we can tell when a girl is pure

and good, those arent fun. And we can tell when a girl is a fucktoy. You, Emma, are a fuckslut. You are built for sex" One of the guys added a

"Hell yeah!

Tears were streaming down her face now and she shook her head a bit.

"So what were doing here isn’t even rape, really. You are nothing but a whore that hasnt started whoring yet. A virgin slut. It was only a matter

of time before you were sucking cocks. Getting fingered. And so on."

"Nononono" She was shaking her head.

"Yes" He put a hand to her cheek to stop her shaking head. "Now suck my cock Emma or I’ll take my turn raping your ass"

She grimaced in despair but when he pushed her head down to his cock she opened up and swallowed it.

"Thats right cunt, gobble it up!" Someone laughed. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down the length of Pete’s dick as we shouted encouragement. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and unloaded on her face before she knew what was coming. We all clapped and tshirt guy smacked her hands away as she raised them to clean the mess off.

"You look better that way" He said, presenting his hardon. "Suck"

Looking miserable she opened her mouth again and took him in it. He told her to use her hands on his balls and soon the combination of her mouth

and hands worked it’s magic and he too pulled out and coated her wtih jism. This time she knew it was coming and tried to move her head, getting most of it on in her hair instead. He slapped her, but not hard, and whiped off on her hair. "Bitch, you should be grateful to have a man cum in your filthy face. Thank me bitch"

She looked speechless for a second and he raised his hand. She cringed and wailed "Sorry!" Then quickly added "Thank you!"

"Huh? For what, cunt?" The girls shoulders slumped in defeat. "Thank you for cumming on my face" She said quietly.

He smiled and stepped aside for a guy with a farmers tan. "Suck" He said.

She sucked. He was the first to come inside her mouth, and when he said "swallow" she did. The fourth guy also came down her throat and when the fifth, a chubby middle aged dude stepped in front of her she opened her mouth to take him like an obedient whore and he laughed.

"Lets change it up. Cunt or ass?"

Some guys yelled ass, including me but cunt won out and he pushed her onto her back barely any resistance.

"Spread your legs" He said and she did. He shoved a finger into her and she closed her eyes and whimpered but didnt fight him. Her hands were clenched into impotent little fists. Half of us had so far done little more than watch and we had taken out places to the front now as the

obviosuly more experienced guys who had broken her in moved back to allow us our turn. Satisfied with his explorations chubby straddled her and started pushing her cock into her.

"Oooh, you’ve got a nice tight cunt" He said. She whimpered and I looked at the guy beside me "you think it’s cool if I shut her up?" He shrugged.

So I went over and kneeled besider her head, a couple of the guys grinned and nodded so I moved up and staddled her head. "Suck my balls you stupid cocksocket" I felt a thrill as I heard my teammates chuckle and Emma give out a small desperate moan either in response to my request or to the increasingly rough thrusting from her current rapist. I reached forward and pinched one of her nipples, I twisted it and she opened up. My balls were engulfed by her hot wet mouth. "Oh yeah, that’s it slut use your tounge" She did as I told her and I kneaded her melons and watched the cock thrusting in and out of her cunt as she teabaged me. "Youre hot, but God your are a dirty slut" I said with as much disgust as I could put into my tone, which was quite a bit. Soon my cock was so hard it hurt and I pulled my aching balls out turned around and staddled her chest. I put my cock between her tits and squeezed, making a fuck tunnel for my hardon, I began masturbating myself with her mamaries as I dimly heard the guy behind me unload his balls into her fuckchute. Someone else replaced him and began fucking her hard, making her tits jiggle nicely.

"Tell me how much you loved sucking my balls" I said, her eyes were open but they had aquired a glazed look and I wanted her here experiencing the paing and degradation, not somewhere else protected by shock. She blinked a little and looked at me uncomprehendigly. I dug my fingers into her titties and rubbed my balls into her chest for emphasis. "Cmon Emma, tell me how much you like teabaging guys. Tell me you like the taste of cock and balls in your hot little mouth"

You could see in her face how much she hated it but she had learned her lessons well. "I loved teabagging you" She said, mumbling.

"Tell me louder, cunt. I want to hear you talk dirty while I tit fuck you" "Yeah, me too! Speak up you useless fucking hole" Said the guy raping

her cunt. She winced a little but it worked, she was here again, with us.

"I loved sucking your balls" She sobbed and the guy in her cunt moaned out a loud "oh, you fucking whore!" as he came inside her. I was fucking

her tit tunnel now, squeezing them too hard and she responded by getting louder "They tasted good in my mouth" I groaned and felt miself cum, I tried to aim for her face and got some on her mouth and neck. She was crying again, I smiled and stood up to let the next guy have go at her mouth or tits.

Pete tossed me a water bottle and clapped me on the back. "Nice work"

After the remaining guys including the camera guy had their turn with her we took a little break, leaving her curled up naked and jizz covered on the floor. some guys had beer and some of us had water and we sat and chatted for a couple of minutes, some guys already knew each other and most seemed to know Pete. Allusions to things like "That time in Raleigh" or "Those chink twins" made my cock begin to harden again. After about ten minutes Tshirt got up and walked over to the now shivering girl. He had a half filled water bottle in his hand and he poured it over her. She let out a squeal and tried to cover herself.

"Yeah, its a shame to was the cum off, I know. But youre starting to stink" he laughed. "Stand up"

Wet and bedraggled she stood up, hugging her arms to herself and looking scared. The camera guy lifted the camera off the tripod and circled her getting her from every angle. They made her spread her cunt lips, her ass cheeks, squeeze her tits. One of the guys finished his beer and handed it to her. "Suck it like a cock" As she did we called out instructions to make it hotter, the camera zoomed in as she knelt and put a hand to her pussy while sliding the amber bottle in and out of her mouth with the other. "Close your eyes and moan like its a cock" I called out and after a few unconvincing attempts she was sucking and moaning and frigging herself like a chick in a porno, with the cum and hair on her face it was hard to tell she had been crying and the wet skin and hair from the water made it completely pornographic. I wasnt the only one who was hard again.

The camera guy smiled. "That was great, youre a born porn star. Now switch-finger in mouth, bottle in pussy" He filmed a close up as she slowly shoved the bottle in her raw raped cunt while tring to suck on a finger, when this proved too difficult she was allowed to use both hands while sucking on a guys finger. Soon the bottle was in her pussy and she looked like she wanted to cry but was out of tears.

"Gee, I guess her ass is the only place worth fucking now" Pete said. "Get on all fours, Emma, so we can fuck your ass"

She started to take the bottle out and tshirt grabbed her wrist. "Leave it in"

"Oh. Please" She said. "Please dont" in a small voice. But this time it was an actual plea, no fight in it.

Pete and Tshirt helped her onto her kneeds while keeping the bottle in her. "There you go, like a dog"

"Oh, onno" Emma whimpered and one of the guys came up behind her with a lube covered cock. "Oh yes, bitch. Beg me for it, it makes me come quicker" with that he spread her cheeks and started pushing his glistening cock against her asshole.

"Oh, oh. Please fuck me in the ass!" she begged as he did just that, I was dying for my turn as I imagined the bottle stretching her sore cunt.

She moaned and begged, her voice raw with pain and verging on hysteria as he fucked her and soon she couldnt take it and tried to crawl away even

as she wailed hysterically for him to "cum in her hot tight shithole" He held onto her hips and two guys went over and held her still as her

bucking increased. When the guy came Emma sobbed "IthurtsImsorryithurtsomuchIcanthelpit!" But no one really cared. I watched the next guy fuckher now bleeding ass and I reached over to grab a handful of red sore tit, squeezing it and feeling her struggle to stay still and to escape at the

same time. When the guy in her ass came I took my turn, the lube and blood and previous assrapes had done their job and I was soon riding the struggling bitch roughly, trying to make her feel every thrust. I could feel the bottle in her cunt, which kept trying to push put and we kept reinserting. It made her almost painfully tight but it was worth it. "You filthy disgusting cocksucking little whore" I said and started smacking her on the ass as I fucked her, wishing I could inflict more pain. I could hear her pained grunts and I imagined the sound she would make as the bottle inside her shattered and that pushed me over the edge. I came hard, pumping my load into her bowels with a moan. It seemed like forever

until I pulled out and let another guy have his turn. I sighed and went over to where Pete, wearing his button up shirt was sitting.

We sat and watched the last few fucks and sucks but it was pretty much over. When the last guy spilled his last load in her ass we all wiped ourselves off and got dressed. Emma was back in the fetal position, hands covering her head. The guys surrounded her leaving space for the camera which was on auto as the camera guy joined us, and I followed suit wondered what was left. Everyone pulled their dicks out and chubby prodded the girl with his foot.

"Sit up, bitch"

Slowly but submissively Emma sat up, head hanging.

"Head up, mouth open" it took her a few tries but she did it. "Put you tounge out stupid, Were gonna piss in your mouth"

Her eyes widened at that even as her tounge came out so she probably caught some of that first stream of piss in the eyes, clearly that was the intention though since only after she clenched her eyes shut did the streams start aiming for her mouth, hair and tits. I hadnt been ready but joined in soon enough splashing as much as I could into her mouth which she obediently kept open. When the last drops had been squeezed I leaned forward.

"Emma" I said gently, leaning forward. She opened her eyes and looked at me, I hawked and spit in her face. "Youre a filthy goddam whore"

A couple of the guys laughed and we zipped up and started filing out.

"What happens to her now" I asked Pete.

"The guy with the camera and that guy" He gestured at the man in the black tshirt and, now, jeans "are in charge of keeping her for the next two days. They’ll shower her five or six times, scrub her, apply enemas, douches and keep her past the 48hr forensic evidence window. Then they’ll

drop her at her house, she was alone for the weekend while her parents were out of town"

"Wow. Neat. What if she squeals though"

We left the warehouse and I was shocked to see it was still dayling, I looked at my watch, it was barely six thirty.

"No evidence, witnesses? She wont. Plus theyll spend the weekend showing her various edits of the tape. Threaten to send a copy to everyone in her school, church, family. Of course her father is getting a copy anyway but she doesnt know that"

I smiled. "If he doesnt fuck her after seeing that tape hes a faggot"

Pete laughed. "well, yeah. If I know the type he’ll probably confront her with it and blackmail her." He breathed a sigh of satisfaction and grinned. "I just hope he films and shares it if he does, she was a pretty goood fuck"