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TRIAL
by
Dainie Downs

This story is not to be read by minors or by anyone who
hasn't figured out the difference between fantasy and real
life.  This is a fictional work about non-consensual sex
involving one female and many males.  If you find it
offensive you can always stop reading.  Regardless of whether
this is your particular genre, I would welcome comments,
feedback, criticism as this is my first attempt at writing. 
Thanks to Spoonbender for encouragement and inspiration.

I can be contacted at dainie@mailexcite.com

*******************************************************

It would have to be MacDonalds.  She simply didn't have time
for anything else this evening.  The case she was working on
was completely draining, 18 hours a day and still no light at
the end of the tunnel.  So on her way home, she took a quick
break for a Big Mac and fries.  There weren't many people in
there so she stayed to eat, and with some child-like guilt
she thought she'd go the whole way, ordering a strawberry
milk shake at the last moment.

She sat by the window and while she ate, stared outside
although nothing could be seen except the reflections of red
and yellow; tables and chairs, and mothers wiping ketchup off
their childrens' hands.  Her mind was blank, a relief from
the hectic pace of her job.  
  
The deafening rumble of many motorcycles could be heard in
the parking lot.  She watched through the reflections as
about 5 bikes pulled up right in front of the window. 
Looking around she could tell the other patrons weren't
exactly thrilled at the prospect of having to share their
space with a bunch of bikers.  

Not just bikers, Satan's Choice.  

An uncomfortable feeling lay in the pit of her stomach.  Only
three weeks ago she had pulled off a miracle and was now in
the process of prosecuting a Satan's Choice member.  She
remembered the threats that came from the rest of the gang in
the courthouse.  Oh well.  Just keep looking out the window,
better still, eat this thing and just leave.  

They filed into the restaurant with big smirky grins, looking
around at everyone, as if to say, "Yep, we're here! How
scared are y'all...?"

"Okay everyone!  Outa here, get goin'!" was the greeting from
the leader, complete with a beer gut, black scraggly beard
and intense eyes that you couldn't look into.  Parents
ushered their children quickly from tables, no time to waste.
Sherrie got up quickly as well, casually, careful not to meet
their eyes.  She looked directly towards the door as if to
focus all her attention on being through it to the other
side.  All of a sudden, the gang leader stepped right in
front of her, blocking her way.

"Hey, look who it is, guys,  Miss nice suit, nice nails, nice
shoes D.A. Sherrie-Lynn McKay! Well, ask us how our friend is
doin', Sherrie-Baby," he mocked.  A wave of horror and
recognition passed through her as she realized these were the
same members who taunted her in the courtroom a few weeks
ago. 

There was no way that burger was going to stay where it was. 
She knew she was in trouble and looked over toward the
counter for help from the personnel.  Hopeless.  The
part-time students were hurrying out of there even faster
than the moms and dads and kids.  In a moment they were all
gone, and she was completely alone with five Satan's Choice
gang members.

The other guys were making a bit of a racket, complaining
that all the staff had left and what would they eat.  The
leader told them to shut up, they could have whatever was
lying around in the kitchen, 

"But who cares," he said, "We got somethin' else to satisfy
us here."

He was holding Sherrie's wrists tightly and laughing like a
cowboy as he pushed her towards a table, forcing her to sit
on top of it, his face close to hers.  He grinned and stuck
out his tongue, making obscene flickerings towards her.  

"Don't touch me!"  she snapped.  "If you guys think you can
get away with this you're mistaken!  I'll see to it that...."

A sharp slap across the face.  Sherrie screamed out in shock
and indignation.

"Bastard!"  

Another slap, harder, causing her to almost fall off the
table.  The sobs came out, hysterical, 

"Oh my God, no, please don't!  Let me go, I've got to go, I
have to get home..." 

He grabbed a handful of her long wavy light brown hair,
pulling her head right back. 

"Listen, little miss shit bitch," he snapped, his face up
close again.  "The skirt. Off.  NOW!" 

More sobbing and wailing, loud cries now. "Oh my god, oh no,
oh no," through tears and runny nose.

"DO IT!" he yelled like a dog's growl.

The navy blue flared skirt had a zipper at the back. Her
hands fumbled with it but she couldn't manage it she was
shaking so much.  He knocked her hands away. 

"Useless cunt!"  he shouted as he grabbed her arm and pulled
her.

He tore the skirt away from her body with one sharp yank. A
white slip with lace trim covered her shapely hips then that
too was gone, ripped away to leave her standing there, navy
blue tailored jacket, white lace blouse, high heeled navy
pumps, white lace panties.

All this time the others had been standing there, watching
and laughing, devouring all the burgers, fries and coke they
could find in the kitchen.  They quickly became far less
interested in their food and more taken by the scene
unfolding before them.

She was told to undo her jacket and blouse next, and she
obeyed.  They were quickly discarded and now all she was
wearing was her bra and panties.  There were jeers from the
others and shouting to remove them, but instead the leader
pulled down the two bra cups and wedged them under Sherrie's
firm, pert breasts making them jut out even more.  He slapped
the exposed breasts and made them jiggle.  Again and again. 
Then he grabbed the front and back of her panties and sharply
drew them upwards, pulling the panty crotch between her lips.
That provoked a series of "Whoa!" noises from the others. 
She was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably by this time and at
the same time was trying to keep her balance.   He dragged
her over to the counter between two cash registers and told
her to lie face down, over the counter.

There she was, daughter of a judge, confident, assertive,
pretty,  bent over a counter top in front of a bike gang,
practically naked.  Her feet, still in the high-heeled shoes,
barely touched the ground.  Her legs, naked and ivory white,
pulled apart by rough hands, the fabric of lace panties
wedged between her most private area, visible for all.  Her
small round breasts were flattened against the glass
counter-top. 

"Sherrie, my pals are gonna get you all hot and juicy for me,
okay?"

Her head was below the level of the counter top so she
couldn't see what was coming next.  She almost heard the
sharp crack of a hand slapping her behind before she felt it.
It wasn't him, it was one of the others, because she heard
him laughing.

"That's it, Billy, give her a good whoopin'.   She'll come
down off her high horse by the time we're through"

The smacks got harder and harder.  Someone else was walking
around behind the counter, where her head was dangling.  His
groin area was now level with her face and as he rubbed the
rough denim of his jeans against her mouth she could feel the
one behind her, standing between her legs.  She heard the
unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down and very quickly,
and her white panties were pulled aside, now a thin wet
string of lace.  She heard him groan and knew he had just
pulled out his dick, hard as steel.  She felt his cold hands
pulling apart her pussy lips now, and didn't know what she
was feeling at the entrance of her cunt, fingers or...  

She knew soon enough.  He wedged it in, uninvited.  Fast and
dry.  He didn't care.  He stopped half way and then suddenly
and violently, rammed it all the way inside her.  Shocked at
the sudden invasion she bit her tongue hard.  And the pain. 
She wasn't a virgin but she felt like one now, her body
trying to defend itself, protecting through tensing up every
muscle.  His thrusting became fast and furious.  Her body was
like a floppy rag doll on the top of the counter, moving with
his, without resistance. With each pump, her legs bounced up
and out.  Her shouting  screams continued.  In her hysteria
she was screaming piercing cries and almost unable to
breathe. 

"Luke, will you shut the bitch up," yelled the leader to the
guy in front of her.

Within seconds Luke had unzipped and was shoving his hard
dick into her mouth.  He laughed nervously and then really
started to get into it, thrusting his hips so her mouth was
being pumped rapidly almost in time to the one behind her. As
he fucked her mouth she felt the other one pulling out
shooting hot white liquid all over her red ass cheeks. She
was very aware of a fresh new cock being planted in her now,
and all the time Luke's thick organ was forcing her mouth
wide open and thrusting deep enough to make her gag.  After
an eternity but in reality maybe two or three minutes, Luke
shot all over her face.  

They were relentless.  The second guy was brutal, grabbing
her hips and squeezing hard, while he anchored himself into
her.  He held her still so she couldn't flop around, he held
her down, tight and hard, as he moved rapidly like a piston,
in and out.  Long deep strokes that seems to go way up inside
her belly.  And his hands squeezing flesh, nails digging into
her skin.  And more.  More cocks, fighting for a way to her
mouth, not wanting to wait their turn.  She could see them,
large, different shapes, veins bulging out, circumcised,
uncircumcised.  At times there were two cocks positioned at
her mouth, competing for entrance.  Sometimes her head was
held still by the owner of the cock and he did the pumping. 
Sometimes her head was held and moved up and down while the
cock stayed still.  There was no co-ordination between the
guy at her head and the one at her cunt.  Sometimes she
thought her body would not endure the shock of being pushed
and pulled so violently from both ends.

The guy inside her started to slow down, clearly not wanting
the pleasure to stop with a cum.  She could feel everything,
his cock head at the entrance, then slowly being right in,
all the way up inside, then a few quick thrusts, and then
long slow and deep.  She was lubed.  The slippery squelchy
sounds were evident, others started to yell at him, come on,
hurry it up there,  She could hear his breathing increase,
quicken.  The pumping was now rhythmic, one steady speed,
long, fast, deliberate.  He didn't pull out.  She felt him
stop dead, and then warm liquid filling her body.  Semen.  A
stranger's semen inside her.  She couldn't think.  Except
bizarrely of dates circled on a calendar.  Oh my god, no,
it's the wrong time, this is the wrong week...    

He pulled out, limp, finished.  Before she could even think
about it, another one, much easier this time, plunged into
the wetness.  This one was harder, a different shape. 
Touched her insides in different places.  As he buckled and
swivelled his hips she felt truly invaded, his organ slamming
this way and that, deep, sideways.   While he pumped
viciously the same thing was happening yet again to her
mouth.  Her head was being held down tightly on a huge
phallus pushing itself down her throat, to a place that was
too small, too narrow.  She gagged and choked but it
continued urgently towards its final resolution.  Without
warning, jets of semen filled her mouth.  An impossible
amount was being forced down her throat and strangely, in the
midst of the most traumatic thing ever to happen to her, all
she could think of was how huge his balls must be to produce
such an amount.

She swallowed.  She had no choice.  Her mouth was being held
down tight, she felt as she wouldn't be able to breath unless
it was gone.  She could feel the hot, foreign matter already
travelling down, inside her body to her stomach.  The
thickness of it and the taste, bitter and starchy, made her
stomach heave and she gagged again.  No recovery time.


The leader stood above her holding her head up, and still
breathing heavily from his violent orgasm.

"Good girl,  you didn't waste a drop."

He looked into her eyes.  

"Is your pussy ready for me now?"

In complete disbelief she saw that he was ready again.  It
stood out from his body, rigid, threatening and massive.  The
thickest one she had seen, she should have known because of
the way her mouth had been forced open.  The sides of it felt
raw and stretched.

He moved around behind her and started to squeeze her ass
cheeks roughly.  He ripped off whatever skimpy fabric
remained of her panties and formed a fist.  He buried his
knuckles into her entrance, twisting his fist around and
around in the juices from his pals.

"Nice and big now, ain't it? I think you gonna like this one
the best, Miss McKay!"

She could feel the enormous tip, bulbous and swollen, resting
there waiting to take its plunge.  He rubbed it around in her
opening, slowly working it in.  She could feel her entrance
stretching wider than it ever had, despite the work-over from
the others.  As soon as the head of this huge, huge thing
passed through she felt temporary relief.  The very next
second she felt as if she were being torn apart.  He drove
his cock right inside, her flesh giving way and opening up
for him.  The thrusting was violent, deep and hard.  As he
pushed and rammed, his hands gripped her shoulders to anchor
her body in one place.  She couldn't move away from this one.
She was being held firmly in place and raped.

She could hear the others laughing, cheering, almost in
reverence to their leader and his stamina.  

It didn't stop.  

His assault seemed endless and her whole body felt like it
was being stretched open.  Gripping her shoulders tightly he
started to use great long striding strokes.  All the way out,
then right inside again, each stroke a penetration, each time
his gigantic cock head pushing the fleshy lips of her pussy
inside.  

"Oh God", she thought.  "What's happening to me?"  She found
herself feeling suddenly very warm and flushed and all the
blood seemed to be rushing into her pelvic area.  As his
strokes expertly quickened and slowed, and the pressure
against her clit caused it to burn almost, the wave of 
pleasure took over her whole body and she screamed out, shame
and lust intermingled, the lust winning her over at the end. 
Her climax was just too much for the gang leader, and his
cock, feeling all the contractions from her orgasm, exploded
jets of hot white liquid inside her.

                             ***

Sherrie lay there, on the top of the table, curled up now,
quietly listening to her heart beat.  She gazed ahead at
nothing, dimly aware of a few low voices in the background. 
A change from the raucous behaviour of earlier.  Her whole
body was shaking with cold, with shock and a complete
inability to comprehend or deal with what had happened in the
last few hours.

She heard the familiar clacking heels against floor tiles as
the gang leader approached her.

"Okay, babe.  Let's go.  Put your things on quickly, you're
coming with us. The party ain't over yet," he chuckled.

"No, please.  I won't tell anyone what.. what happened...
please leave me here.." she whispered hoarsely.

Another one of the gang was sitting across from her dangling
a familiar looking set of keys. 

"Look what we got, boss, wheels!  We can ride to the border
in style, man!"

Her car keys.  The border.  She wasn't going home.  This
wasn't over.  

In total resignation, she was led out into the parking lot,
to the back seat of her own car.  The gang leader jumped into
the driver's seat and Billy moved in next to Sherrie Lynn. 
He tied both hands behind her back with a scarf, used his
belt to tie her feet together then gagged her with some
masking tape he had found in the trunk of her car.  He pushed
her down on the back seat and she lay there unable to move a
limb, eyes wild with fear.  Billy jumped into the front
quickly and the gang leader screeched his tires as he spun
out of the parking lot.

"Whooaa, yeah!"  Billy yelled, like a kid on a joy ride.

They drove for what seemed like hours.  Dark country roads,
that's all she could tell.  No city lights, just blackness
all around.  She figured they were taking some back route
through to Mexico where there was no official border.  But
why?  What was it in Mexico that they wanted?  Something to
do with drugs, maybe.  

As dawn was breaking she found out.  The car stopped and this
time the back door was opened.  She was roughly pulled out
and hoisted over the shoulder of a dark, grubby looking
middle-aged Mexican who, she thought, might have more respect
for a sack of flour than he did for her.  He took her into
what seemed like the back of an industrial complex.  She was
taken into a small musty smelling room and the door shut
behind her.  Looking around her, she saw nothing but a dusty
old filing cabinet and some empty pop cans on the floor,
cigarette butts and old Styrofoam take-out food-containers.  

She heard voices.  The gang leader and the Mexican were
arguing about money.  The door was muffling their words but
she could make out a few and her hair almost stood on end.

"... you said twenty grand... 

"my part of the bargain... 

"nice white pussy... 

"no more than five.. too old... if younger, I give you more.
... too old, you take five or nothin'..."
  
She was being sold, for five thousand dollars.

After what seemed like several hours, the door opened.  She
sat back, suddenly alert.  A young Mexican girl wearing a
thin faded dressing gown and nothing on her feet, walked
tentatively into the room, handing Sherrie a small glass of
water and something wrapped in wax paper that vaguely looked
like a burrito with oily orange gravy seeping out of the
ends.  

Sherrie was taken aback by the presence of another female,
and tried to make eye contact with the girl.  Nothing. 
Sherrie took the food and looked up again to say thank you,
but the girl was already on her way out.  

Something wasn't right.  The way the young girl was made up. 
It had been overdone and almost obscene.  Her beautiful young
skin had been covered in thick face powder, the wrong colour,
and her cheeks were almost smeared with a pastel pink  that
Sherrie couldn't even imagine a street hooker wearing. 

Street hooker.

Sherrie's stomach began to churn wildly.  The events of the
day before suddenly came rushing back into her head, having
been momentarily forgotten with the appearance of the young
girl. She pushed the food and tepid water away, unable to
even contemplate the tiniest sip of water, and lay down on
the floor in complete despair.

                             ***

The young Mexican girl came back after about half an hour,
carrying a white drawstring bag and a set of keys.  She held
the door wide open, gestured for Sherrie to leave the room
and ushered her out into a dingily-lit corridor.  They walked
the entire length of the hall, finally going through a door
at the end, into some kind of public washroom with shower
stalls and sinks opposite a row of rust-stained toilets.  She
handed Sherrie the bag and said something in her native
language, gesturing at the showers and the toilets.  Sherrie,
her heart pounding with fear of what her life was about to
become, took the bag with trembling hands and just stood
there staring at the room around her.  She expected the young
girl to leave but instead, she walked over to the shower and
turned on the water.  Still not looking Sherrie in the eyes,
she came back over to where Sherrie was standing, and started
to remove the torn skirt, blouse and underwear.  Sherrie, in
a stupor, stood there unmoving, eventually finding herself
naked and being pushed towards the water.  She stood under
the cool spray in a trance, as the girl efficiently scrubbed
at her skin with a soapy washcloth, as if she were a vehicle
in a car wash. 

An hour later, a cleaner, fresher-smelling Sherrie was
sitting at a table in a bar, dressed in a very short, tight
cream-coloured skirt and a matching stretchy top with a
plunging V neck line.  Oddly enough she found herself
remembering that she looked far better in white, rather than
cream.  Cream always gave her such a washed-out look, her mom
used to say.   A lump came to her throat as she thought about
her mother.  They had never got along well with each other. 
Too similar.  At least, that was her father's opinion. 
Sherrie wondered if she would ever see them again, and a tear
rolled down her perfectly powdered cheek.  

As a disco tune from 1978 played in the bar, two girls
appeared on a small stage at the front of the bar, wearing
nothing but panties.  Sherrie was confused, expecting a strip
routine but she soon figured it out as the girls embraced
each other and started grinding their bodies together, in
time with the music, as they kissed.

A sex show.   Live.  The real thing, in front of a very
appreciative audience, Sherrie thought, wryly.  

After a lot more kissing and breast-rubbing, and half a dozen
poorly-simulated climaxes, the girls were 'ambushed' by a
group of four muscular men in T-shirts and jeans, who
simultaneously jumped onto the stage.  The men wasted no
time.  Zippers came down and hard cocks came out, being
furiously stroked by their owners, ready for action.  Each
girl was grabbed by two men, pushed down on to a large mat
and their legs pried widely open.  Within minutes, each one
was being fucked hard and fast, while cocks were also being
pushed into their mouths.  Over the course of the next hour,
Sherrie watched as  the two girls were used in every way
imaginable.  And, further, they appeared to be enjoying it if
their moans, groans and panting were to be believed. They
sucked and fucked in every position possible for four men and
two women.  At one point the women were put into a sixty-nine
position with each other as dicks pumped in and out of their
pussies.

Sherrie, mesmerized by the scene before her, was
horror-struck by the realization that this is what she was
brought here for.  She would have to do all those things the
girls on stage were doing, and pretend to enjoy it, just like
they were.  

Her thoughts were shattered all of a sudden when someone
roughly grabbed her arm and pulled up from the seat.  She
turned around to see the large Mexican who had negotiated
with the biker for her. 

"Get up.  I got plans for you! I can't put you in my
sex-shows, you're too old," he shouted over the music.

"I got my friends back here that need satisfying,"  he
laughed crudely, and led her into a large room off the main
area, with a mattress on the floor.

Sherrie was thrown down on to the mattress.  The bar owner
grabbed her left ankle and quickly secured it with handcuffs,
to a metal plate that was about six inches off the ground, on
the wall.  One leg and both her arms were left free.  The
mattress was filthy.  Sherrie noticed the stain in the middle
and recoiled. 

Before she could contemplate what those stains were, the
bar-owner came back with another man.  

"Your first client, whore.  You better be nice to him, you
hear me?"

A big, strapping, dark-skinned man in his late forties stood
over Sherrie, looking at her body but not her face.  Suddenly
he bent over her and grabbed the neck-line of her stretchy
knit top.  With incredible force he pulled it apart with two
hands, leaving her breasts exposed.  He grinned and shouted
something in Spanish to his friend, the bar-owner.  

"Hey, white chick, he says your breasts are not big.  He's
been with Latina women, you hear me, you be good to him,
okay?" 

Sherrie tried to hold her legs together, pathetically
covering her breasts with her hands.  As her "client" shouted
at her, the bar owner rushed back over to the mattress with a
white bamboo cane, in a rage.  He grabbed away one of her
wrists and lashed her, right across both breasts.  Sherrie
screamed out in agony like a wild animal caught in a trap.

The waiting man grinned as she lay there sobbing.  He pulled
her skirt down and roughly tore her panties off.  The skirt
lay bunched up around the chain attached to her left leg.  He
grabbed her other leg and pushed it toward the edge of the
mattress as he undid his fly with his other hand.  Without
delay he moved his body in between her legs, putting his
whole weight on her.  She felt  his penis enter her
immediately, no warning, no lubrication.  Dry, it plunged
right inside her and started to thrust.  He was rough, like
an animal.  He wanted his satisfaction immediately.  He
pounded her little body so hard into the mattress she could
feel the cement floor under them.  He was fast, hard and
rough.  She lay there, her body bouncing, her legs moving up
and down with his thrusts, her pussy burning with irritation
from the previous day.   She felt it become even more rigid
inside her, each thrust now feeling like a scraping.  She
felt the spasms of his cock against the tightness of her
pussy muscles, as his orgasm began.  With horror and relief
all mixed together she lay there feeling his cum seeping out
of her cunt.  He continued to move inside her and for a
moment she though he wanted to come again, but he was just
squeezing out every last drop.  He quickly withdrew and was
gone from the room like it had never happened.  The event had
lasted no more than two minutes and the guy had not once
looked at her. He had just put his dirty meat inside her, in
a filthy room, and used her hole until he came.

"Hey, white whore," spat the bar owner as he stood by the
side of the bed.

"You put a lot more into it with the next guy, okay?  You act
like you enjoy it.  You gonna be doin' this fifty times a
day, every day, long as you work for me.  You hear? Okay?" 
His cane whacked the mattress right next to her shackled leg.


"I don't wanna spoil your pretty white flesh with this, now,
do I?"  he gurgled in mock sympathy.
 
"You do it the nice way, little lady, or you do it my way. 
If you don't wanna do it we tie your legs wide open and we
don't care how many use your hole, fifty, eighty, a hundred. 
And we use the cane on you too.  You decide, okay?"

Sherrie lay whimpering on the mattress as tears ran down her
face.  

"Okay, okay," she whispered hoarsely, nodding to the
bar-owner.

The next man was there in a flash.  He swaggered his way
towards her, grinning from ear to ear, obviously looking
forward to the pleasure he was about to get, but looking
somewhat self-conscious as he gestured the bar-owner out of
the room.

She opened her legs wide this time.

"Okay baby, okay baby, yes!"  he murmured excitedly, almost
to himself, while taking his cock quickly, feverishly, out of
his jeans.  Sherrie looked up at him, her eyes pleading with
his, in search of some tiny spark of human integrity.  His
baby-face just looked back at hers with the eagerness and
anticipation you would see on the face of a toddler breaking
open a huge Christmas present.

She didn't feel like a person at all, at that particular
minute.  She felt like a hole in the mattress.  This was the
worst moment in her whole life so far.  But for the sake of
her survival, she knew the rules of the game had to be
played.  Sherrie briefly had a flash of books and movies,
trying desperately to remember what was in them.  Papillon, 
Murder in the First, Escape from Alcatraz.  Tenko.  How did
they survive? 

It didn't work.  She couldn't think.  

Her breasts were being mauled now, nipples squeezed, pinched
while he placed his cock in position.  Her head turned away
and she was surprised when he sharply pulled it back to face
him.  He was making her look at him.  He wanted her
involvement.  She watched him spit into his hand and lube his
cock, all the time grinning at her.  He nodded and touched
her face gently as it slid in slowly.  When it was in all the
way, he pulled it out and rammed it in this time fast and
deeper than before.  Sherrie's pussy, filled with semen from
the  last guy, started to make squelchy sounds.  This time
there was no pain.  A different cock, different size, shape. 
Easier penetration, filled in a different way.  Suddenly the
bar-owner came back into the room.

"Fuck him back!  Wrap your legs around him, you're a whore, a
white slut, remember?  You enjoy, you give him pleasure!"

As she made a pathetic attempt to move her hips under him,
she put her arms around him and gingerly moved both legs up
higher.  She thought for a fleeting instant of her boyfriend,
the only one she'd ever had, and a bit clumsy when it came to
sex.  In the last 24 hours she had been raped by seven men
and now here she was, bucking her hips like a street hooker,
with a Mexican john.

In response to her movements and sudden "affection" he began
to groan and moved more frantically inside her.  They fell
into a natural rocking motion, a rhythm that actually felt
pleasurable to her.  As his thrusts became steadier and
harder he reached his face down to her neck, kissing and
biting it like a savage.  As she screamed out in pain from
the biting, her arms clutched more tightly around him. He was
hammering away into her pussy so vigorously that the mattress
started to move across the floor.  

He was ready to come.  The head of his cock was swelling as
it was being buried deeper and deeper into her body.  It felt
like it was inside her belly.  Her cervix was being battered,
her pussy getting sore again and puffy now, and as his sperm
seeped into her his movement stopped and he appeared to be in
a trance.  

In less than 10 minutes she had been filled with sperm from
two different men.  Three men an hour for 16 hours a day. 
How was her brain doing mathematics as she lay there also
imagining that she would eventually be impregnated by one of
these animals, if not already?  

Warm sperm, quickly becoming cold, trickled down to her ass,
joining the other stains on the mattress.  And in front of
her stood the next client.  She became vaguely aware of the
fact that each time a man came into the room she heard the
tinkling of coins being dropped into a glass jar at the door.
Sherrie was being fucked for coins, and only two days before
she had stood, powerful and effective, opening her briefcase
in a United States courthouse.

The next man was dark, swarthy and short, smelling heavily of
perspiration.  Her legs were already apart, her cunt wet and
swollen.  His fingers were running around her pubic area and
she wondered if he had ever seen such fair pubic hair as he
pulled at them in a cruel, teasing-like way.

Sherrie was exhausted.  This was number three.  Only
forty-seven to go, yelled the left side of her brain. She
opened her legs wider, imagining that the more she did the
faster she could get through them.  She would do whatever it
took to make them come really fast.

As cock number three pushed its way into her she could feel
it go deep.  As it came back out, she clenched her pussy
muscles tight around the shaft of his cock.  He gasped and
moved slowly to enjoy every sensation she was offering.  

The sound of tinkling coins in a jar again.  And from the
corner of her eye she caught sight of a group of  men waiting
their turn.

She continued the squeezing around his cock as he plowed into
her.  She was determined to milk him dry, to squeeze the cum
right out of his cock.  Like a seasoned hooker, a whore, a
prostitute, she reached her face up to his and licked his
neck, slowly and methodically making her way up to his mouth.
His skin tasted salty with sweat.  But when she got to his
mouth it seemed hot and sweet.  Crazy.  Her senses were in
overdrive as she licked and sucked his tongue, and she bucked
wildly under him, feeling intense pleasure from her third
fuck of the day.  But just as her climb began, to what she
had imagined would be one of the most powerful orgasms she
could have, he quickly pulled his cock out of her and covered
her stomach and breasts in a warm spray of semen.

Weeping with frustration and confusion,  her right hand went
down unconsciously to her cunt lips, rubbing furiously to
release the tension, only to be ripped away by number four.

He was handsome and younger, and Sherrie found herself
groaning and pulling him towards her, aching to be filled
again.  The other men in the room became silent as they stood
and watched, rubbing themselves in anticipation.  

But this one was cruel.  She thought he would be better but
he was much worse.  The cane was in his hand and it was clear
that he wanted to strike her before taking his pleasure.  His
large prick, much more ferocious looking than the others, was
hanging out, semi-erect.  

He roughly pulled her onto her stomach and called someone
else over.  A second man grabbed Sherrie's arms and held then
tightly above her head.  The caning began.

"Whack!"

The pain was unbelievable.  Again.

"Whack!"

Sherrie screamed from the very bottom of her lungs, a sound
she didn't know could ever come from her.  

"This can't.."

"Whack!"

"...be happening" she yelled.

"No-oooooo, please!"

He pulled her away from the mattress, grabbing at her
roughly.  He sat down himself and drew her up towards him. 
She fell over because it was hard to balance with one leg
shackled. Angry, now, he grabbed her around the buttocks and
pulled her on top of him.  She felt his large cock head
pressing at her hole.  With a quick sharp jolt she was
sitting right on it, this huge cock, inside her belly now,
easily because of the previous users.  

He grabbed her hips, moving them rapidly back and forth,  so
violently his cock came out.  She screamed in pain as it was
forced back in.  This monster cock filled her whole insides,
splitting her body apart.  Her cunt lips were being forced
inside and out again.  Her whole clit felt like it was going
inside her body because his cock was so big and wide. 

"Oh---oooh  my God!"  

Sherrie's cunt was getting hotter and hotter, burning like a
fire now.

"No!"  thought Sherrie.

"This can't feel good!  I'm being raped, I can't like this, I
can't..., I won't" 

"Oh my god, no, please"

Her cunt lips were becoming quickly engorged as the pleasure
started to build.

"Oh, no"

"Oh, yes"
 
"Oh my God, no"

She panted, moving faster on her own now.  He was anchored
still, to the mattress as she used him for herself.  He
reached his thumb down and started to massage her clit,
knowing she was about to explode any minute.  

That was it.

Her pussy contracting, his cock filling her up, her clit
being rubbed by his cock and by his thumb, the pleasure too
great to deny, she erupted into a series of convulsions and
screamed out loud.  Her body thrashed, jerked on him and her
nails dug deep into his skin.  Her legs held around him,
taut, muscles tensed like a vise grip. 

"Ye-e-e-e-s!

His began pumping now, fast, deeper, almost too much to bear.
Sherrie's gigantic orgasm had sent him reeling into his own,
and he held her tight, groaning loudly and pulling her hair,
kissing her all over, her shoulders, her breasts, her neck,
her face.  The feel of the hot liquid inside her gave her
even more spasms.  She held him tightly as he panted and
slowly came down from something more pleasurable, she
suddenly fancied, than he'd ever experienced.

With shame and pleasure, she buried her face into his
shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was his whore.



(to be continued - pending reader reaction and response - if
you want me to write more please email me:
dainie@mailexcite.com)

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