Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the leash. She loved this time of day--a few hours after work, the night air cool, the moon peeking full between the trees, and she loved living near the park, even though it was small. Only four blocks of trees and grasses and hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself from her daily worries of life. She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four year old 5'3" frame beautiful in the dim light, her small breasts pushing insistently against a plain white T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by years of gym in college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass was round and full and tight. She shook her straight brown hair, falling just below her shoulders and parted down the middle, out of her eyes, the ends curling up slightly. Her skin was a creamy white, setting off her brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and youngish for a woman her age. Her face brightened as she smiled indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he tugged again at the leash, barking madly at something around the bend in the path. Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory had just gotten finished with a drinking and bitching session; each had been screwed royally by their ex's in their divorces and each was brooding in the still cool air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and beer wafting around them as the bunched together, some instinct drawing them close. Some damn dog's barking, he thought as the sound split the air, disturbing the men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny dog barking madly at them, straining at the chain while some woman held it easily back and stepped to the side of the path to let them pass. He saw her slip on the edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped from the leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone's ankles. "God damn son of a bitch," Tyrone cursed as the damned rat bit his ankle before screeching in pain and scampering off at full speed as he kicked it viciously. "What the hell's wrong with your dog lady?" he snarled, turning toward the woman. "Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup," she called after her dog, trying to follow her fleeing pet, only to be brought up short by a hand gripping her upper arm. What the... she thought as she looked at the hand--it was large and black, fitting the man to whom it was attached. She looked up at him and tried to pull away as he shook her. "Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this." He held up his ankle, showing a small scratch and a bit of blood. "What are you going to do about it lady?" "Let go of me," she shook free of his hand and straightened up, looking around herself, assessing the situation. It didn't look good to her--the six men formed a half circle around her and the large black man, and every one of them smelled of filth and alcohol. She shuddered slightly and spoke up. "I'm sorry about my dog. Here," she fumbled with her purse, pulling out a pen and paper, "here's my name and phone number. I'll pay for the doctor's bills and I'll bring in T- Cup so he can be tested." She held out the paper. Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the woman--with her small, tight, muscular body, her small tits, her narrow waist, her big brown eyes, and could see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a looker, a real looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay hers as she stood there, and he wanted to hurt her, hurt her bad. He shook himself, smiling as he thought of what he could do to her if she was his ex. Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. "Well, Jan, I don't think this is going to be satisfactory." Dan could see his eyes shining, and he stepped forward, closer to them, sensing the others doing the same--it was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in for the kill. "What do you mean? I...I don't have any money on me...I never carry money on my walks." Jan stepped back, fumbling at her purse, fear blossoming as she looked at the suddenly feral faces of these men, the park turning from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly. "I don't want your money, BITCH," Tyrone yelled, lunging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulders as she turned to run, jerking her toward him as he enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and fought against him. "Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up," Tyrone was yelling, and Dan quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape from his work-belt and moved in, shoving aside the others who had crowded close. His cock jerked as he saw the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone's arm, fear which grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of tape and covered her screaming mouth, Tommy gripping her hair to hold her head still. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening her mind kept telling her as one of the men put piece after piece of duct tape over her mouth before finally wrapping a piece all the way around her head, muffling her screams to plaintive bleating. Adrenaline coursed through her body as the black man forced her to the ground on her belly, laying on top of her, suffocating her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried to focus, to focus on prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to take her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain as they bound her wrists behind her. The wind was knocked out of her as they flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at her, the hands of the black man tearing at the buttons on her jeans. Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to get it good-- real good. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at them, the buttons on her jeans popping open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought struck him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, "Wait. Not here. It's too open. There's a restroom just up that way," he pointed. "Let's take the bitch there and enjoy this." He saw Tyrone look at him, his eyes glazed over with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder. "Lead on, Dan." Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him long before he entered it, the smell of old urine and flooded toilets, the floor damp and fragrant as his boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space now crowded with six men and their victim. Two urinals stood on one of the walls and a single toilet stood open against the other. He moved in with the others to surround the woman. Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of bodies and hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants, pulling them from her legs, ripping off her shoes with them, the cool air raising goose-bumps on her legs, the sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and prodded and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her shirt, pushing aside her bra to claw at her breasts, her small nipples standing out firm as fingernails scratched over them, sending pain lancing through her body. Dan lifted the cunt's shirt over her head and left it pressing against the back of her neck before slicing off her bra. She was such a fine piece of meat, and she was going to get what was coming to her--bitches like these were good for one thing, fucking. This one was going to be taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin on his face as he twisted her breast in his hand, feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the others tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt, hands mauling her firm, tight ass. "MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!" she screamed through the gag as the big black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked flesh bruising against the hard, slimy floor, her lithe, strong body struggling against the hands of the men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into her cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and breasts. This couldn't be happening she still thought even as fingers wormed their way into her tight cunt, making her body shudder in pain even as more fingers forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on fire with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back of her neck, forcing her head down, making her grunt as her collar bones slammed against the edge of a toilet, flooded with piss and shit. She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her, fear making bile rise in her throat as a man pushed her head down, laughter rising from viscous throats as she heard someone say "Let's see this bitch eat shit!" She sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her tongue as her nostrils filled with the foul fluid of the toilet. Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and her head dunked into the toilet, loving the way her body squirmed in panic as it was being abuse. Tyrone had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and thick, and was between the cunt's thighs now. He kneeled down and put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles flexing and writhing in agony and terror under her skin making his cock throb as Tyrone dug his fingers into her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against her dry, tight cunt. She couldn't breath, she couldn't breath, her lungs burned and she wanted to scream, relief from terror only momentary as her head was yanked from the toilet by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward as she sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of human waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked it up, bleeding the foulness into her mouth. Suddenly she felt something big pushing against her cunt and shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her head like a frightened colt's. "Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking whore," Dan heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to her hanging breasts and pushed the hands of the others aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his hand as he felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest as Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing her white flesh with his black. He felt her whole body trembling with pain as her chest heaved and he mauled her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling another scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around her mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as he watched her fingers curl above her ass, helpless like she was helpless. The pain shocked her, the agony of the cock raping her cunt drove an animal cry from her throat, the cry of a helpless animal. She could feel every inch of it as it rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the flesh of her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at its dry walls. When his hips hit her ass and he ground his cock deep in her belly the pain and humiliation made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile along with the foulness of the toilet. Then pain clawed at her breast and she screamed again, her whole body shaking in agony and terror and humiliation. The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock reaming out her cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the hands mauling her breasts a dull agony through her chest, the hands holding her head under the foul water of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her belly. It was a hellish haze of pain and fear and humiliation as these six men tormented her. Dan couldn't take any more. He pushed the others aside and grabbed the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape quickly and brutally as he dragged her to the side, forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock pistoning out of her cunt madly, her asscheeks quivering with each stroke. Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the final piece of tape came off, and he shoved his cock into it, the warmth of her mouth making his whole body tingle with pleasure. He grabbed her ears like handles and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and choke, wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for everything a woman had done to him. Again and again he rammed his turgid cock against her throat, her body brutally pinioned between the two men, until she gagged violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming into her face, a feeling of power overwhelming him as he took this cunt on her knees before him. Jan thought she was going to die--that he was going to kill her with his cock. Her cunt still ached from the brutal fucking it was receiving, but was nothing compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat. She began gagging and retching as he forced it into her virgin throat, her whole body spasming, rejecting what was happening to it. No more! her mind screamed as blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into her nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No more! she wanted to scream as the man behind her ground his hips against her soft asscheeks and groaned as he spilled his seed into her, making her turn read in shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back and forth, a man's cock stabbing in and out of her throat, fucking her face brutally, violently. He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into her face again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he fucked her face. He wanted to tear her ears off, rip her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and hate twisting his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the whore's cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy, taking his turn at her cunt. "Good fuck." Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his feet, the others standing, cocks out, waiting their turn now. "Tight cunt," Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into the bitch's cunt, slapping her ass for good measure. Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and began fucking her face harder, feeling her nose smash beneath his onslaught, the warmth of her blood on his pubis setting him off as he ground his cock deep inside her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string after string of come flooded down her throat into her belly. She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to bleed and the cock in her throat begin to throb, the smell of come joining the smell of shit and piss and her own bile to make her spirit quail in humiliation and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt as the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face to the floor, her cheek smearing the blood from her nose with the slime in the floor to cover the side of her face. Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell over her face and into her mouth, but she didn't care, didn't care about anything except having this end, of having it over with, the pain, the terror, the humiliation. Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her, reaching for her hair. The bitch needs it, needs to be shown her place, he thought as he looked at her battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood. All cunt's need to be shown, he thought again, kicking her in the belly as Gregory lifted her head and drove his cock down her throat while Tommy continued to pork the cunt from behind. It began to whirl around her as cock after cock violated her throat and cunt, the pain spreading to a dull ache as the men spilled their come in her helpless body, using her like a piece of meat for their pleasure, her body a ragdoll, twisted and torn this way and that by their cocks. She shuddered and shook and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, her mind dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment an eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down her throat. Suddenly she felt something pressing against her ass and she wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands holding her didn't let her do anything. John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost recovered as he watched John slide his wet cock from the cunt's pussy and press it against her small sphincter. "Give it to her in the ass!" he encouraged John, "hurt the bitch." He saw the terror grip her body as she felt what was about to happen to her, saw the slight tensing of overused muscles, the sucking in of her stomach, the quivering of her tits as they hung beneath her, the tensing of her asscheeks, the frantic movements of her bound hands as John held them to one side. He heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her back, watching in pleasure as John's cock began to bend the tight flesh of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as he forced his cock inexorably downward. She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into her ass, pain greater than anything she had felt before stabbing through her body as his cock popped past her anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock in her throat as more come flooded straight into her gut. It felt like she was being torn apart, the cock driving inch by inch into her virgin passage, the agony a fire engulfing her ass, shooting through her nerves as she shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams and the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in her ears as one of them began slapping the side of her tits. Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as John forced his cock all the way into her ass and began reaming her out, grimacing with the pain such a tight fit afforded him, drawing his cock back slowly before jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook and screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock as if it were in a vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped the cunt's ass as he pulled out before jamming his cock back into her clutching ass, watching the way his cock disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body. Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a tearing of her insides, an explosion of pain which seemed never-ending. Her throat was raw from the throat fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her nose clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished only for surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as someone pulled at the nipples, but it was as nothing to the agony coursing through her from her ass. She could feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat each time it moved. Dan took his next turn on the cunt's ass, loving the way it made her squeal and shudder in his grasp. He finished in her cunt, sloppy from the other's come, her body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly raped by all six of them. She barely made a noise when he slapped her ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he spilled his seed inside her. This cunt had learned her place--a piece of meat to be fucked and discarded. She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists finished using her, her whole body one mass of aching pain. She stayed unmoving as hands rolled her onto her back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from the floor, her breasts red with small tears in the flesh from the abuse they had taken, her lips swollen and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and hair covered with blood and come and shit. She groaned weakly as she felt the first stream of piss against her face, turning her battered face to one side as it bounced from her teeth. A second, then third, stream hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was flooding over her body, her breasts, her cunt, her hair, her mouth, her nose, her belly, as she writhed weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week light illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased and the men left her there, a used doll, a broken puppet they had used to release their hatred. She was barely conscious enough to notice that T-Cup had returned and was licking her face, whining softly.