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 The Descent - Part 1 (nc anal) by Foxbat

   Katie leaned back gingerly onto the cum-soaked mattress, knowing that
there would probably be hand-shaped bruises on her tits again, as she
waited for her pimp to come and tell her she was a good girl and give her
her next fix.  The now familiar feeling of spunk dribbling down her leg
made her briefly think back over how all this had happened.  Her reveries
were interrupted though as the door to the small room opened and a man
dressed in tight polyester walked in.

   At the mere sound of his approach, Katie's legs open the way an
automatic door opens when someone walks up to it.  Ignoring the used cunt
which was presented to him, the pimp wordlessly walked around to her arm
and, after applying a makeshift tourniquet, gave her a small injection of
the good stuff - not enough for a real rush, but enough to numb the pain of
existence and keep her hooked.  That done, he walked out silently, passing
the next customer who was on his way in.

   Katie hadn't even closed her legs, as she lay on her back, still feeling
the last guy's jizz run down her ass and thighs.  As this guy unzipped his
pants and started worming his dick into her used hole, climbing on top of
her and pressing her into the nasty wet mattress, Katie was at least
grateful for the lubrication the accumulated sperm of previous customers
had provided.  Things had not always been so easy.

   ***

   Katie, or Katherine, as she had been called in her former life, would
never have believer her fate if she had been told it only a year earlier.
She was a successful college student, well on her way to earning her degree
in psychology.  She had decent grades, a good social life, a nice boyfriend
who porked her every friday night, and a promising future.  College was the
best time of her life, and seemed to be the opening to a nice practice in a
rich New York suburb which could support her in the manner to which she had
always been accustomed.

   Katherine was a pretty blond, and if she hadn't taken her cirumstance so
much for granted, she might have been snobbish, but as it was, she was too
unaware of any lifestyle other than the one she led to feel any scorn. 
Besides, even if her practice didn't work out, Todd and she would be
married and he could amply support her.

   ***

   This "customer," as the pimp always called them, was getting close. 
Katie felt him reach up and grab her tits through the cocaine haze.  Using
her tits as handles, the john yanked Katie's body back and forth across the
slick surface of the mattress as he pistoned his cock in and out of her
sodden crotch at what seemed to Katie to be an incredible speed.  More out
of instinct and habit than anything else, small canned encouragements of
conditioned sexual lust found their way from Katie's mouth.

   "Fuck me...  fuck me...  harder....  yeah....  uuuughh...  fuck me...."

   ***

   Katherine's life changed forever one warm spring day while she was in
the City, finishing up some research on schizophrenia among the poor for
her senior thesis.  She had done what the profession jokingly refers to as
"going out into the field." She was sitting on a park bench in Central
Park, watching a few winos and bums collecting the boxes, newspapers, and
assorted trash that they seemed to live in, taking assiduous notes all the
while.  Her thesis was almost complete, and would hopefully reveal the
injustice of the legal system, which often consigned the destitute to jail
rather than asylum due to scarcity of funding or scarcity of care when it
came to hiring a psychiatrist to consult in the trials.

   So intent on her observations and records was Katherine that she never
saw the attack coming until she felt the bottle break across the back of
her head.

   ***

   With a final grunt of exertion, the "customer" ejaculated into her
already cum-saturated cunt, holding his dick in her for a few seconds
extra, and then roughly pulling it out.  Moving up on the bed, he moved his
dick up to Katie's unresponsive face, where he wiped off the last dribbles
of cum across her cheeks.  With the extent of his hygiene considerations
taken care of, he stuff his now flaccid cock back into his dirty boxers,
zipped up, and walked out, whistling yankee doodle all the while.

   Another stream of cum began running down her ass-crack as her distended
cunt hole slowly contracted back to its normal size.

   ***

   When Katie came to, she was on the dirty floor of an old delivery van,
her hands tied behind her back, and her face pressed into the greasy old
carpet which had been thrown over the plywood flooring.  Before she could
register where she was or what had happened, she felt herself being hoisted
onto her feet by her hair.  When she opened her eyes fully, she was staring
into the ugly face of a swarthy burly smelly wino.  His breath reeked of
whiskey and stale fast food, and his eyes were filled with lust.  Her
attention immediately shifted, though, as she felt a hand reach up behind
her and grab her ass-cheek.  Looking over her shoulder, she was met by a
skinny wino, just as ugly, but with a strong resemblence to a rat, who was
holding up to her face his bottle.

   "Drain it, bitch," he growled.

   Wriggling her nose in disgust (she had never been much of a drinker, and
certainly not of cheap whiskey) she shook her head.

   "This bottle is either going in your mouth in the next five seconds, or
its going up your ass, thick end first."

   Katies eyes bulged out at the suggestion, and before she could take the
threat seriously, Skinny was pushing her over and adjusting his grip on her
ass.

   "No!!  I'll drink it....  I'll drink it!" Katie shrieked as Burly yanked
down her skirt.  The bottle was immediately brought back up to her face and
tipped it into her mouth.  The fiery liquid burned down her throat and into
her tummy, as she swallowed as quickly as possible to keep from choking,
but gagging nonetheless.

   When the bottle was emptied, Skinny gave her a wicked grin.

   "Because you were a good girl, I'll be nice and shove it up your ass
skinny end first."

   Grabbing her by the hair, Burly held her head between her knees as
Skinny yanked her conservative panties down in one quick motion.  Lining up
the top of the bottle with her clenched pink asshole, Skinny began twisting
it, the only lube from the leftover whiskey and her saliva, as she started
screaming incoherently.

   ***

   No sooner had the last guy closed the door, than a skinny black guy,
already buck naked, opened it, climbed on the bed, shoved his already rock
hard cock into her, and started plowing her like a field for the planting.

   ***

   Forcing a wine bottle up a resisting girl's ass is no easy task, and
Skinny had to put some real muscle into it.

   Katie had always been pretty conservative - her idea of kinky was having
sex on her side instead of her usual missionary position with her boyfriend
of the last 5 years.  The thought of anal sex or even doggy style normal
sex was completely and utterly beyond the pale.

   Skinny grunted - he'd finally managed to get the tip of the bottle past
her sphincter, and was sliding the rest in, listening intently to the
renewed screeching and screaming.

   It felt like someone was ripping her apart as the bottle burned its way
up her anal passage.  The shock and insult of it was almost as bad as the
physical pain, which was intense, as Skinny twisted and forced more of the
neck of the bottle into her.  She tried to fight back as best she could,
but it was hard with her hands tied and her head being held at knee level.

   With a final huff of effort, Skinny buried the last of the neck of the
bottle in Katie's defiant ass, and reached for the duct tape.  Tearing off
a large strip, he wrapped it around her hips from the front, across the
bottle protruding from between her buttocks, and back around her hips to
overlap with the beginning, just under her belly button, thus preventing
her from expelling the painful invader.

   Now the fun could start.  Burly lay down on the sordid floor of the van
and pulled her down on top of her.  With a handful of tit in one hand, and
a handful of ass-cheek in the other, he maneuvered her down until she was
straddling him, her chest up against his.  Relinquishing his grip on her
ass, he directed his rock hard dick into the folds on her cunt, and started
pushing up with his hips, while pushing down on her ass with his other
hand. Katie was bone dry, and the going wasn't easy.  It felt like he was
trying to ram his cock down a garden hose, and one that kept thrashing and
screaming at that.

   Burly finally managed to bury his cock completely next the wine bottle
which occupied her ass.  Now was the fun part.  Raising her slightly by the
hips, and withdrawing his cock three quarters of the way, he paused for a
second, and then yanked her down as he slammed his hips upwards into her.

   For Katie, this was pure hell.  Her ass still felt like it had had a
small farm animal stuffed up it, and now her pussy felt like it was being
penetrated by a rough-barked tree.  With each agonizing stroke Burly took,
she felt like her pussy might pull itself out of her body, and with each
in-stroke, the bottle hit the floor and transmitted the force of the impact
to her aching ass.

   After 5 minutes of excruciatingly painful grinding, the alcohol assisted
her body in making things better.  Not that it much mattered, for with one
last thrust, Burly held her trembling hips down against his cock and
streamed pulse after pulse of hot cum into her abused pussy.

   Skinny, impatient for his turn, shoved Katie off of Burly, and, grabbing
her by the earlobe, hauled her upright.  Pushing her against the side of
the van, he reached around and gripped her ass, pulling her open even more.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her, slammed his prick to the hilt in her
slightly more moist twat, and slammer her against the wall which cause the
bottle to lurch into her even more.  In response to the bottle, Katie
pushed against the wall, impaling herself even more on his dick.  Reaching
up to grab hold of her breasts, Skinny used her rack to bounce the poor
skewered girl between himself and wall, letting her oscillate between the
burning pain in her ass and the sharp jabs in her pussy.

   ***

   The skinny black customer and his fat black dick was getting his money's
worth.  With her legs pinned back against her shoulders, Katie's pussy felt
like a part in a well-oiled engine.  She sensed he was nearing his climax
when he pulled out, realigned and slammer her up the shit chute.  Katie
didn't blink an eye as inch after inch of black dick slid into her most
private area.  After sliding in all the way, the "customer" took a few slow
strokes, watching her ass stretch out to accomodate him, before Katie felt
the familiar spreading warmth that told her she was ready for the next one.

   ***

   Skinny had pounded her for what felt like hours.  By the time he was
done, Katie was had been reduced to a blubbering mass of girl-flesh.  Her
abused genitals ached as she lay sobbing quietly in the back of the van as
Skinny and Burly drove.  The van suddenly screeched to a stop, and she felt
herself being lifted and layed on the pavement, shortly before passing out
from a combination of the booze and the brutal rape.

   And that is how Little Willy found her - broken and bruised, buck naked
save for the duct tape holding the wine bottle up her ass.