From h_heat@korrnet.org Wed Mar 12 14:47:33 1997
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Subject: Chop Shop Queen By Stoker Ace -- M+/F, NC, HUMLIATION
From: Hawaiian Heat <h_heat@korrnet.org>
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 14:47:33 -0500
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M+/F, NC, HUMLIATION
Chop Shop Queen
WARNING
Contains forced sex, and violence.
(c) 1996, Stroker Ace
`Chop Shop Queen' is entirely a work of fiction.
"If it wasn't for the graft, corruption and violence, the city wouldn't be any
fun at all." Julie -- MTV Oddities
Chop Shop Queen
Chapter One
"Gang violence has reached epidemic
proportions and represents a major public
health problem in Point Hope where 73 percent
of all sexual assaults last year were gang-
related, the Police Chief said.
The majority of gang-related attacks are
happening in communities where there are
violent street gangs, the Chief of Police
said. That puts everyone who lives in those
communities, or plays or works in those
communities, or even drives through those
communities at higher risk. The research
showed, that everyone in Point Hope is at
risk of assault, she said.
And in other news.."
Brad pressed the buttons on the radio until the van filled with the thick
guitar chords of Guns and Roses singing, "You are in the jungle baby." They
were driving fast, winding the battered van down tight inner city streets.
"Shit, we are going to be late," Brad said as he turned on the
headlights.
"Fuck that shit head Nilo," Joey answered. "His dam auction can wait.
He should be glad that we came down to this fucking hell hole". Joey was
reloading the tiny automatic for the fourth time in five minutes.
"Put that dam thing away," Brad said. "Nilo is running a safe area. He
will be searching everyone for weapons. All of the other hoods will be there
too. Everyone is to be on their good behavior."
"I don't like it. I don't like going into their turf." Joey eyed the
graffiti colored walls, picking out the gangs amidst the spray painted names.
"Plus I don't trust those other hoods anyway. Dam it, I like it in the burbs."
"I know, but if we can pick up that Porsche, bring it back to the
warehouse and fix it up. We can get a bundle for that car. He has to sell it.
He grabbed it from the dam courthouse parking lot. There is too much heat on
him, its only a matter of time till the pigs find out where he is hiding it."
"Dam. Look at that!"
A shinny white Mustang was creeping along, slowing down even further at
each intersection as if he looking for street signs that had been missing for
years.
The Mustang almost stopped in front of the van. Brad leaned on the horn.
The driver unsure of what to do, started to drive forward then turned sharply
down the side street. A shopping cart rolled in front of the car. The white
car screeched to a stop, inches from the cart. Immediately a large black youth
ran in front of the car. Looking like a football player he stood legs spread,
leaning forward hands on the hood as if he could hold the car still. The
windows shattered and others leaned in grabbing for anything of value.
Brad stopped the van in the intersection. "Rental plates," Joey observed.
A thin kid, not more than 120 lb. soaking wet pulled back from the
smashed window, and danced around holding a large purse over his head. The guy
leaning in the drivers window, stepped back opened the door and pulled a
screaming woman from the seat. He got into the car and with tires smoking
backed the car almost into Joey's door.
"Whatcha doing, man! Move that piece of shit," the driver yelled.
"Yo bro, what are you afraid of? " Brad was out of the van and quickly
beside the driver. "Wait a minute. Hey man, I know you. You are Zulu Nation,
aren't you."
"Yeah, so what?"
"Nice car." Brad backed up, still talking with the driver. "You going to
keep it, or turn it over to Nilo?"
"None of you business, man." The driver pulled forward a few feet and
raced the engine.
"This is Nilo's turf, isn't it?," Brad asked. They both new that Nilo
would not tolerate it.
The football player grabbed the girl's necklace from behind and pulling
it from both sides broke the gold chain. "Give that back," the girl yelled all
the while backing away from him until bumping into Brad. She spun around,
grateful to see another white face, and clutched to him.
"Let's get out of here, honey." As he passed the driver he added,
"Follow me to Nilo's if you know what's good for you."
Joey was already in the drivers seat. "Get her in!"
The two vehicles speed down the dark deserted streets. Only an old
shopping cart remained, blocking another unused city street.
"I am so glad that you two came when you did. Those bas..., those jerks
stole my car! Its not even mine it's a rental. What am I going to tell the
rental company. They are never going to send me on another trip."
"Slow down, babe. What trip?" Brad asked.
"My company. This is first day at work after two weeks training in
Boston. I just graduated last summer."
"What do you do?" Joey asked.
"I am in marketing. I just flew in this morning and was on my way back
to the airport when I got lost on the expressway.
"You are not even close."
"I took the wrong exit. I wanted to turn around but I couldn't get back
on. And then those jerks pulled me from my car and took my necklace. I was
really scared until you guys showed up and saved me. I love you guys." She
sat on an oversize pillow, leaning forward between the two front seats of the
van.
"When is your flight?" Joey asked.
"At 9 pm. Travel booked me on a redeye back to Boston. Junior associates
have to fly the redeye."
Brad looked at the clock on the dashboard. "So they don't expect you
back at the office till Monday? Did you call anyone to get help?"
"I was too embarrassed. It is my first day and all. I want to make a
good impression."
"So no one knows where your are?" Joey asked.
"I called in from the client's office at noon. Why do you ask?"
Joey stopped the van in front of a chain link gate. Tires screeched
behind him. "Open up. We are here to see Nilo." A lookout rolled the gate
back.
"Where are we going?" The girl looked around as if she only now realized
the deserted buildings, the rows of dirty warehouses, the empty streets. "I
want to go to the airport. Take me to the airport."
"Sure. But we need to pick something up from here first," Brad quickly
answered.
The van had pulled into a garage. The white Mustang parked close
alongside.
The dividing walls of the warehouse had been torn down, leaving one long
garage. The rear half of a Mercedes convertible sat at the far end of the
garage, a welding helmet on the trunk. A group of young men stood around a
Porsche in the middle of the garage. All turned to watch as the two cars
pulled in.
"Everyone out," Joey said.
Chapter 2
"Whatcha ya bringing your people here for, you dumb ass. You know this
here is neutral territory." Nilo was a large man. At 26 he was the oldest and
respected by all. He had a feared reputation for doing what he said. "This
ain't no place for your girl either."
"These are not my people. I caught these hoods stealing this girl's
car."
"So what?"
"It was on 10th, just up the street."
"Hey, that's my turf man." Big Nilo turned to the thin guy, "In case you
are as dumb as you look, that's my turf. I know your colors, man. They are
Zulu Nation colors."
"Hey man, we don't mean anything by it. See we came here to show our
respect. We all respect your turf, man. We will just take the car and girl
then blow," the driver said. He gestured to the heavy guy to put the girl
into the car.
"Not the girl." Brad stepped between the heavy black and the girl. Joey
held her by the upper arm. "You were not interested in her before. You were
going to leave her on the street."
"I caught her man. It was me who set the hit up. She belongs to us."
The two men were inches apart, face to face.
"Enough of this shit! I own these streets and every dam thing on them,"
Nilo's said. "The bitch is mine." His people spread out around them.
"You don't want this bitch, Nilo. She is going to bring too much heat.
No bitch is worth that. Look at her, she is not from around here. She is
whiter than Snow White. She looks like some dam movie star. This ain't some
whore pinched off the streets, man. A girl like this is going to be missed.
Big time. The pigs will be all over your ass once they find out she is
missing. She called her job 2 minutes before Zulu Nation over there pinched
her. She told them where she was and that she would call again from the
airport."
"That's bullshit, man." the driver said. Then in a lower voice, "I don't
think she called anyone."
"I need to get to the airport. You said you were taking me to the
airport," the girl pleaded, fighting back tears.
"Give me her purse. Here it is, a plane ticket for 9 pm." Nilo dumped
the purse on a hood of a Lexus. "Makeup, she doesn't look like she wears much
to me." Nilo sorted through the contents, pocketing the cash. Wallet,
sunglasses, what's this?" Nilo held an unopened Trojan pack in his plump hand.
"You should get a piece of the prize, Nilo. It is only fair. You can't
keep her, in an hour or two this neighborhood is going to be crawling with FBI.
The cops are making a lot of law and order noises again. It will pass in a few
weeks, but in the mean time we have to be cool. The Zulu's are from the South
side, they could keep her, but she belongs to us, the Spur Posse gang. We are
way out in the suburbs. They have no special reason to suspect us. We all
know that no one here will rat." Brad looked around. Everyone nodded. Everyone
knew what Nilo thought of rats. "The only way to settle this is to have an
auction. That is why all the colors are here anyway. The others can go after
the Porsche and Lexus, but I am bidding on the bitch."
"OK," Nilo called to one of his lieutenants. "T-bone, bring her over to
the light, where I can see what's been fucking up my car sale."
"Get away from me!"
The men gathered around in a tight circle as the girl was dragged to the
center. "Hey, we can't see shit from back here! The bitch is too short," a
voice yelled from the back to a chorus of laughter and insults. "Naaa, it is
your wetback ass that is too short. Get that cute little cunt up on the
table."
Nilo's man dragged the girl by her hand to the table. To everyone's
amusement she stepped up on the chair that was offered without fuss. Nilo
turned to face the crowd, then looked back at the girl towering overhead.
"T-bone, damit, pull that workbench over here and put the lights on her. I
can't sell any bitch that's higher than me."
"That's better. Now what's your name, girlie?"
"I can't stay here, I have to get back to Boston, they are expecting me.
Let me go," she babbled almost incoherently between her sobs.
"Well lets see what your drivers license says. You are, Shannon Rae and
not from Boston either."
"I moved up there after graduation..... How long do you plan to keep me
here?"
"Born February, 1972, that makes you ....."
"24 ya dum... Ahh that makes her 24," the speaker in the crowd caught
himself just in time.
Nilo gave the culprit a hard stare, but continued on in his slow drawl,
"Five foot five, 108 pounds, blue eyes, " he made a show of standing back to
look at her. "Deep blue."
T-bone finally got the big light stand in place, turning on the rows of
rectangular lights. All eyes moved to Shannon standing alone on her table. Big
Nilo squinting into the lights, from the safety of the sturdier workbench. Her
hands were folded tightly across her chest. Occasionally she would lower her
head to wipe her nose with a finger over her left breast. She wore a silver
ring with an azure stone on the same hand.
Brad got his first good look at the captive. She stood thin and tall in
white pumps. Her dress was all business, an elegant cream jacket tailored to a
tiny waist, over a matching skirt with a silky white blouse. Brad reached out
to feel the curve of cool white stockings, taunt over a shapely leg. The calf
muscle was firm, the curve filling his palm with the sensuous silky feel of
expensive hose. He felt the muscle ripple under his palm as she tensed then
with a shriek, twitched from his touch.
She squinted into the lights, her eyes red from crying. A grayish circle
on clear white skin circled each eye where the mascara and eye shadow had
smudged. Her hair was in disarray, a rope of black hair clung to the corner of
full pink lips. Stylish wide gold earrings caught the lights in a burst of
sparkles.
"Looks mighty fine to me," Nilo announced. "Let's get on with this. How
much ya going to give me?"
"I'll give you a grand," the driver from the Zulu's yelled.
Coolio the leader of Los Solidos countered immediately with "2 big,"
stepping forward as if to claim his prize..
"Wait Nilo." It was the driver from the Zulu Nation. "This bitch is
going to cost a lot of green. I want to see what the ho has to offer."
In his characteristic accent Coolio replied, "Yeah, man. We gotta see
how she is going to pay us back." The room erupted in laughter and
confirmation.
"OK, Ok," Nilo held his chubby hand up to the crowd. "Girly, put your
hands down."
Shannon stood still, her legs pressed close together, white pumps
touching, her chin lowered so her hair made a tent around her pretty face. Her
hands were still clutched over her breast.
"Damit girl." Nilo stepped onto the table jumping back to the stronger
bench when the table swayed under his weight. For a moment her eyes raised,
wide with fear, Brad caught the look. The look of a woman.
"Cut the crap, man. I gotta see how she is built," Coolio yelled over
the laughter.
"T-bone." Nilo pointed to the engine hoist. He knew what to do. In a
minute, white plastic tie straps were locked around her delicate wrists were
lifted over a big steel hook on the hoist. Short jerky movements raised her
arms, as T-bone raised and lowered the big lever. Shannon stood with her tied
wrists barely over her head, her elbows hiding her face. Her bracelets fell to
the middle of a slender arm. The lever fell again jerking her elbows higher
above her face. The swell of her chest was clear for the first time. With a
groan T-bone pulled again on the lever and she stood stretched out with arms
comfortably bent. He groaned again and her hands jerked higher still. Shannon
moved her toes together, the way that girls do, her elbows straight. The chain
jerked upward again. The little skirt edged even higher exposing the lacy
design at the top of the virgin white thigh high stockings. A sigh escaped
parted lips as her chest tightened. The jacket flared outwards like a cape,
from her awkward position.
Trusty T-bone jumped up on the table. A slight push sent the stretched
out woman spinning with a shrill screech. He turned her again, giving everyone
a look at the buttoned collar and a hint of a bra strap. At the urging from
the crowd he cut at the jacket. The thicker seams and collar were difficult to
cut, but he kept hacking away until the only the sleeves remained, the jagged
ends falling to her shoulder. The switchblade swung again, slicing the blouse
from the middle of her back up through the collar. The blouse fell away at a
deep notch exposing flesh pulled taunt over strained shoulder blades. The
curve of that skin as sexy as any leg.
The blade again fell, slicing the blouse to the skirt. A pull and she was
bare. He turned Shannon to the front. Kneeling in front of the dangling girl,
he rolled each stocking from her leg, carefully tying each stocking in a
decorative bow about each ankle.
Someone whistled.
"Coolio is in for two. This little bitch can earn that back in a night.
You going to let him steal her? Whatcha bid?" Nilo brought the group back.
"Twenty five hundred."
Twenty six." The bidding started in earnest. T-bone busied himself
cutting the sleeves from the girl. Her eyes never left the flickering blade as
it traveled up each arm, then down to the skirt's zipper. She raised each foot
free of the cloth, kicking the skirt from her toe to leave her foot free for
the next unexpected twist as she dangled from the steel hook. Her underwear
flicked from his blade sailed across the room, fluttering down to lay
shimmering white on a red tool box.
"You guys crazy?" Marlon Ng from the Aum Shinri Kyo sect was always the
business man. "I can just get a girl off the streets and turn her out. She is
hot, but not twenty five, hot.
Her bra fell to T-bone's knife.
"Twenty eight!"
Brad offered, "Five big."
"Five, five," countered Coolio. "Honey, I am going to buy your trimmed
pussy, then I am going to fuck you right here, then I will give your sorry ass
to my home boys. Do you hear me bitch?"
"Answer him bitch," T-bone spun her to face Coolio. "What did he say?"
"Just let me go. I won't tell or anything," she pleaded.
"What did he say?" His hand, dark with worked in grease, clenched on to
the center of her breast. The other nipple reddened in sympathy.
"Stop! You are hurting me. He said he is going to buy me and."
"And what?"
"And fuck me."
"You got the cash?," Brad asked.
"I can get it."
"Five, per Nilo's rules," Brad replied. "Cash. No credit."
"Hey man."
"No credit. That has always been my rule," Nilo said, looking down at
them from the bench. "No cash, no sale. Brad takes the bitch. I got cars to
move."
"Hey man, I ain't going to let that bitch outta here with out getting
some of that sweet pussy." Coolio drew himself up to his full height, his chin
raised to look up into Brad's eyes. "That bitch got me hot."
The shop resounded with the voices, "Yeah, I want a piece of her too."
"You are going to have to share." Nilo had spoken. T- bone stood idly
stroking his blade handle over the squirming girl's sex, his hand resting
easily on her breast.
Brad put his hip against the table and shoved. With a screech it slid
away, T-bone jumping free, leaving a screaming Shannon dangling nude from the
hook. A shiver of light shone through the tiny triangle between her thighs and
sex. Her legs together emphasized the curve to her waist softly flaring over
hips, down in a swirl of highlights and shadows over strained thighs. The
white pumps clattered on the floor.
Joey turned the handle on the lift dropping the girl in a rag doll heap
at Brads feet. She immediately curled up on her side, her knees tight to her
breast, content to remain on the concrete floor.
"Lets take care of business first," Nilo called to the crowd. "Gather
around, whatca going to give me for this Porsche?"
Chapter 3
The group reassembled by the cars leaving Brad and Joey alone around
Shannon's trembling form. Brad put an arm about her shoulders raising her to
her knees. He guided her legs under her until she was sitting with feet folded
under each thigh. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered. Brad pulled her to
him, rubbing her back with his hands until he felt the warmth return.
"Shannon, pay attention." She look up at him through a tangle of hair,
her mouth falling open. Brad brushed the long strands of black hair from her
eyes.
"I am going to make you into my Bitch now. There is nothing you can do
about it. Relax, it will be easier for you. All you have to do is take care
of me. That's it, just do what you are told and satisfy me. But first I have
to show you what it would be like if you disobey or try to run away. If you
are a good girl, it will never be this hard on you again. Shannon, do you
understand?"
The girl nodded her head still pressed to Brad's shoulder. "What do I
have to do?"
"I am going to fuck you, then the homeboys will fuck you."
"Oh God. Please don't do that."
"Its not going to be easy for you, Shannon, but if you are strong you can
get through it. Just remember that if you behave you will never have to go
through this again. Can you do it Shannon? Can you be strong?"
"I. I don't know. I think so."
"That's not good enough. You have to be strong."
Brad, his hand on the back of her neck felt her head nod against his
shoulder. Her arms tightened against him. He held her like a lover as Joey
pulled her hair back into a hasty pony tail, holding it in place with silver
duct tape.
"They are almost finished with the cars, Shannon. You are going to have
to greet everyone. Come on now, that's a good girl. Joey, get `em ready."
Joey tossed a fan belt to Brad before turning to guide the men returning
from the cars. The rubber fan belt was as big a round as her chest. A plastic
strap tightened the belt into a tight hoop around her neck. The other half
formed a handle which Brad used to lead her, on her knees, to where the men
formed a line a few steps away.
"I want you to meet my new bitch." The joking and banter had quieted.
Joey directed the men to form a circle about Shannon. Their oversize belt
buckles glimmered about head. The fan belt stuck from her the back of her neck
like the handle for a seeing eye dog. "Coolio, meet Shannon, my new bitch.
Shannon this is Coolio. Coolio is a very important man. He is the honcho of
Los Solidos. They along with Nilo's Posse just about owns the city. Nothing
happens without their approval. Right Coolio? Now Shannon, take his dick out
and show your respect."
Shannon had immediately seen what was happening. Her face turned back to
look up to Brad. Eyes wide, she pleaded to the only one who had shown her
compassion. "Please, sir, don't make me do this. I have never... I mean I
can't do it. I will do anything for you. Anything you want, but not to." She
nodded to the right, "Not to them."
"Shannon, remember what I told you. Behave and be strong. If you are
good you will not have to go through this again. Now show your respect to
these gentlemen, before I get mad."
Sobbing again, nude, a course belt pulling against her throat, she look
out at the circle of men towering over her. The joking and catcalls started
again, "Come over here bitch, this gentleman has got some meat for you. Ha ha
ha." There was nothing to do but surrender. She reached up and unbuttoned his
fly, gasping with surprise as his cock sprung to her face. Instinctively she
took it in her hand and delicately stroked his stiff rod back and forth. His
manhood swelled at her trembling touch. Engorged, with veins bulging, a single
drop of sperm glimmered at the tip of his cock, inches before her eyes.
"Talk to your bitch, man." Coolio yelled in his usual accent. "I don't
want no fucking hand job. I can get that from the queers on 52 nd."
Joey reeled off a strip of silver tape, binding her wrists together over
the swell of her sweetly rounded ass. Shannon with mouth open wide bobbed for
his twitching dick, regaining some dignity and control of her fate when she
captured his engorged head between her lips. Brad put a sneaker between her
knees and pushed them further apart. Coolio stroked into her, resting a hand on
her head to control his plunge. Her cheeks bulged as she guided the swollen
member away from her throat, but if Coolio noticed, he didn't object. Grunting
he pulled from her mouth, holding his dick he shot his load into her face.
Relieved his hand fell from her head, as he pronounced her "El cocksucker
Grande," to amusement of everyone except one whimpering girl.
Shannon's arms jerked against their bindings, she settled on wiping some
of the cum off against her shoulders. She looked again over her shoulder at
Brad, hoping for relief.
"Crawl." Brad manhandled the fan belt, leading the girl the two steps to
another man. "You remember Mr. Nilo, our host. Give him your thanks."
Nilo stood eagerly working his large black tool. "Yeah bitch, take care
of my Georgia black snake."
Shannon sat, back stiff, head lowered with mouth tightly set. A few
moments passed with Nilo playing his partially hard cock against her forehead,
before Brad bent down and whispered in her ear. Shannon looked to the men at
her right, most were playing with their cocks waiting for her attentions. She
look up again at Brad. He nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek. In slow
motion, she turned and opened her mouth, a string of Coolio's cum drooled from
her upper lip, like a silky spider web across her mouth dripping down to a
lipstick smeared lip. With blinding speed the now throbbing shaft rammed
through the spider web thrusting deep past her tongue. Gagging she threw her
head back, her body at an insupportable angle. Nilo stepped up, his body over
her, she leaned between massive legs, her weight supported by his hand at her
neck. He played her like that, rolling his wet snake over her face then in,
telling her to suck, briefly jabbing deeper but pulling back as she gasped.
Then with a deep moan Nilo steeped forward again putting his dangling sack over
her neck. Her upturned head sprouted from his loins the tape wrapped pony tail
dangled straight down. He clutched her pretty head between his thighs and with
cock pointing downward between her pretty charms and his hairy balls. Both
shook as he came in yellowish spurts. He shoot onto Shannon's chest, letting
her fall folded onto her back, his cum pooling between her breasts.
T-bone cut the line. Joey was ready to push him away but thought better
of it. TB pulled her up by the belt on her neck, ramming his cock in her and
coming within moments. His sperm shoot wildly, most missed her lips catching
her face instead and streaming white before disappearing into her dark silky
hair.
The line had grown impatient. The men rowdy, bare cocks erect, shiny
with pre-cum advanced around the quivering girl. Brad spun her around planting
his cock in the warmth of her mouth. Shannon looked up, fixing her gauze on
Brad's eyes, giving herself to him for protection. Deeply Brad took her mouth,
her fear enough to overcome an instinct to gag as he plowed her throat. The
others no longer content to wait, jerked off all around her. The sight of the
first man shooting across her face, a trail catching her in the eye, the sticky
spew sealing her eyelid shut, unleashed an orgy of cum as man after man, shoot
their wads on her face, hair, and back. Another pumped into her ear. In
disgust, Brad stepped back, to avoid the flying streams of sperm.
Two deep, the circle of men tightened around Shannon. Rather unwisely she
bent over, face protected by her knees, leaving the firm swell of her rear
exposed and vulnerable.
A ear ripping scream of a woman in pure terror reverberated though out
the garage.
Chapter 4
"Aww man. Shut that bitch up!"
"The biggest trouble with her is the noise."
Brad shoved his way back into the circle. Luther who was rumored to be
planning a take over of the Zulu Nation had raised her ass. Concerned of his
zipper doing irreparable damage to something very important to him, he had
stopped to take off the offending garment. It was now or never. Brad shoved
the bigger man into the crowd and wrenched Shannon to her feet.
A good woman has instincts that bond her to her man. Joey smiled as he
saw Shannon with cum from the hood, dripping from face, hair and boobs, her
wrists taped behind, scamper to her bare feet with the agility of a dancer,
falling into Brad's shadow. The belt around her neck looped over Brad's
shoulder held loosely in one hand.
"This is my bitch. I will say what or who she does."
"Hey bros. Look who's here. Its Yolanda." Nilo stood beside what could
only be a working girl dressed in loud halter top and tiny shorts stretched
into her crotch. "More pussy, less waiting!"
The men flocked to the new arrival, as the girl moved to a table.
"Joey, pull that car seat over here. I am going to take Shannon into the
men's room and clean her up. Shannon, you were OK, out there but what that was
nothing compared to what is going to happen to you." Tears began to flow again.
"I will rinse your face off, it will make you feel better. Now use the toilet.
It's OK, I am staying right here. You belong to me now, I will wipe you. There
is nothing you can hide. Open your legs I am going to piss between them."
Obediently, Shannon followed Brad back into the shop, the now unused loop
of fan belt sticking straight out from behind her neck. In twos and threes men
began to converge around the couple. "Brad sir, I can't do this." Shannon
froze in the middle of the garage.
"Shannon do you want me to take care of you?," Brad asked. Joey pulled
the car reclined car seat closer.
"Yes. Please don't let them hurt me." Her nipples were hard, a flushed
pink.
"Then you must trust me. Ignore everything and everybody around you,
Shannon, only listen to me. Surrender everything, its the only way. It will
be tight, will feel like you will tear, but take it like a woman. Surrender to
it. Feel the comfort of not having any choice, any say in what happens, enjoy
the sexuality of being a woman."
"Now bend over." Brad knelt to look into her eyes as Joey moved behind
her. "Joey is going to but some Vaseline on you, its all we got." He
continued to talk soothingly to the girl bent at the waist, gently rubbing her
side down to her thighs. Joey guided her legs farther apart and nodded to
Brad. "Look at me Shannon," Brad commanded. On cue, Joey shoved a well lubed
finger up her ass. "Shannon look at me!" Brad repeated as Joey pulled his
fingers from her then jammed into her again, shoving more Vaseline into her
ass.
"Now, sit on my lap. No the other way, with your back to me and your
legs wide, outside of mine. Relax now and take me in."
"No! Oh no. Not there."
"Relax, push against me." Brad worked the tip of his cock against her
budding sphincter positioning, gently stroking between her legs, feeling her
relax under his touch, then pushing in. Joey stood in front of her, stoking
her breasts. "Take me in." Once past the tight sphincter the short cries
changed to a soft moan.
"She's ready," Brad said softly. He felt her body tighten around his
still cock buried deep in her bowels. Joey again lowered his pants. With her
arms tied behind her, pinned by Brad's cock, she was completely accessible. He
returned his shaft to her mouth, while playing with her nipples, his hand
sliding down into her sex.
"She is like a river down here."
Flushed beet red from head to nipples and humiliated to her core, she
sucked at his cock. Her body shivered to the touch of his hand deep within her
moist sensitive lips. Every flutter, every tremble of her body ripples through
her into Brad's trunk buried deep within her core. Joey moved down, entering
her vagina as she pleaded helplessly. The pleas turning quickly into panting
directions as she guided the second man in. "Slowly, God it hurts, OK, OK,
Ahh, wait it hurts, please finish." Together separated by the thinnest most
sensitive film of female, both males feeling the thrust of one another through
her, erupting shooting into both grottos simultaneously to the cheers of a
growing crowd. When Joey moves away Shannon experiences the full humiliation
of siting nude, legs spread, pinned by a man in her ass, cum dripping, in a
circle of rigid cocks. Another hood takes Joey's place while Brad whispers to
Shannon calming her down. He strokes her chest as the bro withdraws from her
seeping pussy, inserting his soiled member into her mouth.
By the next man Brian is hard again and again penetrates the fluttering
muscle of her ass. A thin man wearing a heavy ragged coat pushes at an Asian,
almost falling down himself. Marlon Ng with his pants around his ankles is
caught off guard turns to push back then seeing who it is, politely steps
aside. It is the Bum. If he has another name it is never used. Since the
time he messed up a police raid by falling down in front of the sergeants
cruiser, he has been tolerated by Nilo. Considered harmless except for his
smell, he hangs around the shop and given a bottle every now and then, or a
butt to smoke. The Bum opens his coat and unties his pants. He is not wearing
underwear. Marlon holds his nose in disgust. The laughter drowns out
Shannon's objections. His prick swells at the sight of her squirming on the
cock in her ass. With hands trapped behind her she can only make little
circles in the air with her shoulders. Her head is pushed back on Brad's
shoulder, legs splayed over Brad's.
The Bum's cock is partially hard, amazingly long and skinny. Shannon
says, "Thank you," when Joey gives him a red shop towel to wipe it off. Brad
leans further back as the Bum approaches, he whips is cock over her grimacing
face playing it against her lips. Brad pushes up into her bowels and tells her
to lick. Obediently her tongue, a pale pink extends and flicks against the
limp head. It is a long time before she takes her tongue back into her mouth,
and then only after scraping it against her teeth. But that was all he needed.
He grows harder, actually gaining some diameter and shoves into her vagina.
Crying "Maria" he stokes, shooting still as he withdraws. "Wipe her off,"
Marlon shouts. "Let a man at that fuck pussy!," and he is on her.
++++
"Look him in the eye when you say it!"
"Can I suck you? Would you like to fuck my cunt?"
"Be sexier. You missed those two over there," Brad instructs.
"Would you like to fuck me? My cunt is hot for you. You can fuck my
mouth." Shannon pleads her voice heavy. "Please sir, let me go. They all
fucked me good two or three times, all they wanted. I begged them all like you
wanted. You win, I quit. I will do whatever you want."
"You will get a chance to prove it. Get up."
"I can't stand. God, I am bleeding, It's all raw and swollen down
there."
"You are not only going to stand, you are going to run."
The men eagerly formed two lines a few stopping first at the workbench.
The back door was opened to allow the summer breeze to cool the shop. Nilo
stood at one end of the lines and Brad at the other. Joey led Shannon, stiff
and nude, hands still taped, to stand beside Nilo.
Nilo towering over her put his arm around her. "Girlie, you are going to
get married, by running this here gauntlet. Brad there at the far end is your
man. You are going to prove your devotion by running between these two lines
while they have at you with belts, and I see a couple of hoses. You better
back up and get a running start there girlie. Oh, one more thing, if you fall
down you have to run again. If you make it," Nilo laughed at the thought,
"kneel at his feet and you will belong to him."
Shannon bent at the waist, raising her hands as high as her shoulders
would allow, "Untie me first."
Nilo looked at Brad, then back at Shannon, "You run the way you are."
Shannon stepped backwards, pausing with the comforting breeze on her
back. Setting her legs and with a deep breath she ran with all her strength.
Strong legs pumping, the first blows glance off her shoulders then she is
caught across her breasts with a belt. The ferocity of that blow taking her
completely by surprise, she spins around. Disoriented, with her head down she
is an easy target as she is pushed from one man to another. The blows landed
on her back, whipping around to her stomach. Others found her pubes sending
her staggering backwards. Like a wounded deer she staggers, her legs tremble
then give and she collapses to her knees, forehead resting on the floor. Coolio
kindly helps her to her feet and shoves her toward the distant Brad. Again with
head down, arms behind her, she runs through the slashing leather. A black hose
flies out catching her low across her legs sprawling her face down on the
unforgiving concrete.
Nilo orders Luther from line for hitting too low. But Shannon must run
again. Coolio helps her to her feet and points her toward Nilo. Her breasts
and knees are scraped and bleeding. Between the two lines of men, she walks
stiffly back to the start. Coolio regains his place in the middle of the line,
giving her a stinging slap on her bare ass as she continues toward Nilo. The
men stand on both sides without pants, cocks rising, belts hanging at their
sides or resting on their shoulder. They are silent in respect for the abuse
she has endured. Shannon feels the stinging pain from the belt marks on her
back and legs. She knows that soon it will be worse.
Nilo stops her and cuts the tape from her wrists. "You have earned it,
Shannon. Now get a running start." He stands aside as she walks slowly past,
while rubbing the circulation into her wrists. Brad hollers, "Turn and run to
me." The open doorway to dark night looms in front of her.
- Stroker Ace -
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