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Subject: Ellen's Bad Night (mmmm/f gangrape
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I am 33 years old and five feet five inches.  I weigh 117 pounds.  Many people
ask me about my past and how I was raped last summer. First a little
background.

I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only
parent, my dad was killed when I was young in a traffic accident.  My mother
signed for me to be married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he
would take care of me better than her job as a waitress.  

John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 25.  I started
having sex with him when he fed me Everclear spiked Kool-aide till I almost
passed out.  Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything
for him.  He started me on loving sex that progressed to occasional threesomes
to gangbangs.  After 4 years of this I finally was fed up.  He never held a
job, we never had any money or anything else other than a very kinky sex life. 
John and I were divorced when I was 19.  I had (thankfully) completed high
school and applied to nursing school, where I graduated when I was 22.  

I took a job working on a med-surg floor and met an older guy there as a
patient who treated me very nice.  He sends me flowers and after the abuse from
John and the groping of horny guys I loved it.  We started dating and six
months later was married in Las Vegas.  Gary is 54, owns his own Wholesale auto
brokerage company, and has a beautiful house.  While we cant be considered
millionaires the business is strong and finance, for the first time in my life,
is not a concern.  I currently drive a Caddy, a 97 STS, and love it.  My home
is bigger than anything I could imagine...not a castle, but huge, with five
bedrooms, three baths, large study, family room, etc.

After being married 3 years I was bored. Gary went out of town every week to
car auctions in bordering states, we live in Oklahoma.  One night I was in the
mood for a drink so I was dressed up and went to a bar not far from where I
lived.  I drank way too much, danced all night and had sex with a guy in the
back seat of my car.  I was hooked on the excitement.  I started going out one
night a week, usually Thursday, when John was out of town.  Sometimes I went to
bed with guys, sometimes I did not.  I loved the attention, the excitement, and
the dancing.  I loved the guys fondling me, especially in front of their
friends, and really enjoyed teasing the guys.    

Over a period of time I came "hooked" on aggressive guys.  If the guy or guys I
were dancing with were proper gentleman or not very aggressive I soon was too
busy to dance with them.  After they seen what the guys I was dancing with were
allowed to do, they soon either became aggressive or left me alone.  

This led to some sexual experiences that, if I had of tried to resist, I don’t
believe the guys would have stopped.  These incidents greatly excited me and I
actively sought out this type of encounters.

Last summer I spent more time out visiting patients in my home health job that
anticipated and it was near 7 pm when I finished.  I decided to stop for a
drink in a bar I had spotted on the way to the patients home.  Walking in and
ordering myself a Tom Collins I made myself comfortable at the bar.  After an
hour or so, a half way decent country and western band started up and I
accepted a dance request from a guy at the bar.  This bar was your basic blue
collar bar in a somewhat rough neighborhood.  Most of the guys and few women
were dressed in blue jeans and western shirts.  I was dressed in a slight above
the knee black skirt, white button up blouse, hose and heels.  Several guys, a
little rough looking, came into the bar and it was obvious that they were
friends of the guy I was dancing with.  They moved to a table and after few
minutes, Ron, the guy's name, came back and asked me for a dance.  I agreed and
after the dance he invited me over to there table.  After introductions we
settled into some conversation and continued drinking.  I danced a lot with all
of the guys and in the process ended up very drunk.  I realize now looking back
on it, I stayed because I was too drunk to leave, but knew I should.  The guys
had started getting very handsy...not that I was really complaining but I was
spending more time fending off their hands.  As I sat at the bar I pushed Ron's
hand away from my breast.  He smiled and I noticed that all of the guys in the
booth we smiling at each other.

I noticed over the next hour or so that lots of guys were checking out my
breasts.  That was not unusual, guys in bars just do that.  All of the guys but
Ron in particular seemed to constantly allowing his hands to roam over my
breasts.  He would play with my neck and kiss me gently on the lips and it
seemed hard to pull his hands away from my chest but eventually I would,
afterall we were in a public place.  It got later and later but I just hated to
leave, I was enjoying the guys attention and hated to end it.  I noticed alot
of guys walking by and smiling and even in my somewhat intoxicated state it
seemed unusual.  Finally I had to get up to go to the bathroom. Upon entering
the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror and hardly recognized myself: my
blouse was almost untucked and the buttons were undone almost to my naval
exposing my satin bra.  Ron had evidently been busier than I thought.  No
wonder everyone was staring.  Trying to get myself straight, I splashed water
on my face, fixed my clothes and returned to the table.I thanked the guys for
the drinks and dancing and told them I needed to go.  They all seemed
disappointed, but Ron told me he would walk me to my car.  

At my car Ron went to kiss me and I returned the kiss.  He fondled my breast
and I pushed his hand away.  I unlocked the car and Ron went to the passager's
side. I unlocked the door for him.  He again moved to kiss me and I returned
the kiss.  I allowed him to touch my knee and felt him slide it up my thigh. 
His hand moved to my blouse and fondled my breast.  I admit, dancing with all
the guys, the drinks, and the kissing had gotten me somewhat excited.  I
allowed his hand into my blouse.  We continued to kiss for several minutes and
he succeeded in unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra. His hands on my
breasts, the coolness of the air on my nipples hardened them immediately. 
Breaking the kiss I pulled away told him I had to get home.  Suddenedly one of
the guys from the bar was looking in the window.  I tried to cover my breasts
and was surprised when Ron grabbed my hands and held them down.  I heard the
backdoor of my car open and felt the car move as several people climbed in.  

"Ellen said she has to go home guys.  She enjoyed teasing us and having us buy
her drinks.  Now she wants to run out, don’t u Ellen?

I replied, "I just need to go home"

"You are not going anywhere honey till you give us some of that pussy."

I jerked my hand free and slapped him across the face.  His face immediately
reddened.  One of the guys in the back said, "Ron is getting beat up by a
bitch."

Ron immediately said, "Nobody hits me, not ever a woman."

Ron slapped me hard across the face repeatedly.  I could taste blood in my
mouth and my vision was blurred.  I tried to cry out but he kept slapping me. 
I brought my hands up to protect myself and they were grabbed by Bill in the
back seat.  Ron slapped me several more times and I was dazed.  I felt him
tugging and tearing my blouse and felt cold air on my shoulders as he ripped it
off.

"Damn bitch, you do have some nice tits."

I struggled to focus on what was happening but I was dazed.  I felt Ron's hands
roughly fondle then squeeze my breasts.  Bill pulled my hands back tightly
behind me and my pain shot through my shoulders.  

"Come on Ellen, lets have some fun.", Ron said as he started pinching my
nipples hard.  Pain shot through my breasts, I felt tears welling up in my eyes
as my make up started running down my face.

Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt the back recline.  Bill
continued to hold my hands down, moving them above my head.  Another guy who I
could not see finished pulling my bra off.  I felt Ron start tearing at my
skirt and then at my panty hose.  My nipples were still sore and I was totally
shocked.  I couldn’t believe this was happening.  The cool air on my skin as he
ripped my panty hose off brought me back to reality and I started struggling
again.  I succeeded in getting a hand free tried to scratch Ron's eyes out.  He
grabbed my free hand and said "Hold her fucking hands Bill!".

"Damn I am trying Ron, this bitch is a fighter."

"Hang on, I can cure that real quick," Ron said.

Ron forced my legs apart and undid his blue jeans.  He pulled me down in the
seat and roughly grabbed and fingered my vagina.  

"Damn honey, You are not all that wet, this is going to hurt!"

I again tried to break free but this time Bill was ready and twisted my hands
above my head.  This caused terrible pain and I thought he was breaking my
hands.  I felt Ron's penis press against, then slip a couple inches into me.  

"Turn loose of her Bill, let me have her.", Ron said.

I felt Bill release my hands and I immediately began struggling and trying to
push Ron off.  

"That's it baby, fight that dick," with that statement he pushed a couple more
inches of his penis into me.

I pushed and fought as hard as I could but Ron was too big.  After a couple
minutes I was exhausted.  Ron smiled down at me and said, "Feel better now
baby?  That cunt felt good wiggling on my dick."  With that statement he pushed
into me deeper and then started savagely pulling his cock out of me and
slamming it back into me.  I was exhausted and lay passively under him until I
felt his body stiffen and felt the wetness of his climax inside me.  He rolled
off me and Bill grabbed my hand's holding me in the seat.  I could see Bill
pulling up his pants and buttoning them.  

"Okay, who is fucking the bitch next?" Ron asked and I tried to pull away from
Bill.

"Come on babe, save some of that fight till we are fucking you."  With that
statement he reached over and cruelly twisted my right nipple.  Pain shot
through my breast and I gasped at the pain.  I struggled to pull away from Bill
holding my hands but was unable too.  "That's better Baby, you are learning." 
I heard the rear door open and in a second the driver's door open.  Jared, one
of the guys in the bar was there and quickly unbuttoned his pants.  "Come on
Ellen, going to give me some of that pussy?"  Jared forced my legs apart and
quickly entered my still moist pussy.  He began slowing sliding his cock inside
me and pulling it almost all the way out.

"Nice cunt Bitch, tight and wet!"  he said, then began biting my exposed
breasts and neck.  The pain made me move but with him on top of me and Bill
still holding my hands there was nothing much I could do.  Ron reached out
again and twisted my nipple.  I jerked and tried moving away.  "Hey, that feels
nice when you do that too her Ron, pinch it some more." Jared said.  Ron
laughed and continued to twist my nipple until I was too exhausted to fight it
anymore.  Tears were streaming down my face and my whole body hurt.  Jared
continued to ram his cock in and out of me until I felt him tense and climax
inside me.  "Damn good pussy, huh Ron?", Jared said.  Ron laughed in agreement.


Jared rolled off of me and another guy quickly took his place.  I had resigned
myself to being raped by all the guys and was lying passively in the seat.  I
felt the guy fumble around and then slid his cock into my cunt.  He began
sawing it in and out of me as I lay passively below him.

"Here Kevin, let he liven her up a little for you."

I felt a searing hot pain to the outer part of my right breast.  I yelled and
jerked away immediately.  Looking over I seen Ron holding a cigarette that he
had just touched to my breast. 

"Like that Ellen?  Come on, lets do it again."  He moved the cigarette toward
me again.  I jerked and moved away, started thrashing to get away from the
cigarette.

"How is that Kevin, she moving okay?"

"Hell yes, that is great, burn her again."

Ron touched the cigarette to my breast again and I cried out in pain.  

"Come on baby, fight!"

As the pain shot through my breast I could not keep from fighting…I twisted,
screamed, and beat my fists on the Kevin’s back but could not escape the pain
of Kevin raping me.

Ron removed the cigarette and at the same time I felt Kevin stiffen and climax
inside me.  

Ron climbed off me after opening the car door.  I felt another guy climb on top
of me but at this point I was exhausted and ached all over.  I felt the next
guys cock push up into me and he begin moving inside me.  I saw Ron open up my
purse and began tossing things out.  He rolled up the bills I had in my wallet
and stuffed them in his shirt pocket.  

"Thanks babe, we can buy us some drinks now!"  Ron said.

I am not sure how long I was raped I know Jared and Ron both took turns on me
again.  The other two guys appeared to be scared after Ron talked with them and
they left.  After Jared finished raping me a second time my strength had
returned some and as Ron reached over to pick up his hat I tore into him.  I
scratched him across the face and did my best to scratch his eyes out.  I felt
a blow to the back of the head and was dazed by Jared’s blow.  Jared dragged me
out of the car on the driver’s side.

I was naked from the waist up, my skirt was torn and bunched at the waist.  My
makeup had long since either been rubbed off or washed off with my tears.  I
caught a glimpse of myself in the door mirror and hardly recognized myself.  

"Bitch you are going to pay for that!", Ron said as he came around the front of
the car.  

"Hold her hands back.", Ron ordered.  I felt Jared force my hands behind my
back.  Ron stepped forward and slapped me hard across the mouth.  I again
tasted blood in my mouth.  

"That is just a start bitch!", Ron said.  Ron slapped me again and then said,
"Ready for this bitch?" and drove his fist into my stomach.  I felt the my
breath escape and I could not breath.  Ron again struck me in the stomach and
Jared released me.  I slumped to the ground.  "What is the matter Ellen, no
feeling so good now?"  Ron kicked me in the stomach rolling me on to my back. 
"Come on babe, cry for me!", Ron said.  I was numb, the pain was intense but I
could not move.  I felt another kick to the stomach and then another one.  I
remember the thought going through my mind that I was going to die in the
parking lot next to my car.  I remember being kicked several more times and
then I must have passed out.  I came too with Ron straddling me and a lit
cigarette in his mouth.  "I am going to burn those tits again cunt." He said. 
I saw him remove the cigarette from his mouth and remember trying to scream but
I couldn’t.  He reached down and pulled my left nipple and I felt a stabbing
burning pain as he burnt the underside of my breast.  I must have again passed
out because I came too with him slapping my face repeatedly and saying, "Wake
up bitch."

He again burnt my other breast and rose off me.  I saw him unzipping his pants
and pulled his cock out.  The first steam of urine hit next to my head and he
adjusted it to hit me in the face.  I felt another stream and knew Jared was
also urinating on me.  After they finished I must have passed out again.  

I came too and slowly looked around.  I was lying on my back, my skirt still
bunched up around my waist.  I was wet from the urine and the guy's semen
inside me that had leaked out.  I dragged myself to my car and somehow managed
to drive home.  After my bath I was covered with bruises all over.  I had
numerous cigarette burns on my breasts, my left eye was black and my ribs and
stomachs were bruised.  I told my husband on the phone the next morning I was
going to my mother’s in Missouri and would be gone about a week.  When I
returned the bruises were mostly healed and the burns were mostly scabbed over.
 I avoided being seen in the light around my husband and he never questioned
me.  I still go to bars and flirt but I really watch what I drink now and have
had no more problems in the last four months.


(Ellen is still living with her husband in Oklahoma City...any e mail's to me
will be passed on too her)
force1guy@aol.com






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