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Debt 1.0 (MFf, nc)
by Wiley - 1996
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The words your family rang in his ears, his wife and his two daughters. He
hung his head in his hands as despair overwhelmed him. He had asked Jack to
take his life, but Jack had merely laughed and said his life wouldnt make up
for what he owed, but his wife might be able to work it off, and if she
couldnt, his two daughters certainly could. Almost two and a half million he
had lost with no way to pay it off, and now his family was going to pay. The
fact that Jack had put him out of the way, in a prison which was a first class
hotel room with two women, one Swedish, the other Korean, neither of whom
spoke English, and both of whom would do anything he wished, only made it
worse. He laid down on the sumptuous bed and closed his eyes, barking at the
Swedish girl not to touch him.
She had gotten the visit from Jack, one of her husbands clients, a notorious
drug dealer, two days ago. He laid it all out for her: she was going to help
her husband--that worthless bastard, she thought--pay off his debt, and if
she didnt, he could get the money by selling her daughters to brothels. Amy
and Jennifer, only 15 and 13 years old, sold as prostitutes, and she knew he
could do it, and would do it. She didnt have a choice, and agreed to do
whatever he said. He had only smiled, and said she only had to make sure she
was at home today, and that her daughters were not. In fact, he had
suggested she send her daughters to stay with relatives for a week or so.
The following day some of his men had come and had wired her house with
video cameras in every room. Wire was strung up all over the house and the
grounds--her imagination ran wild with what they were for.
Jack leaned back in his chair and watched the 4 monitors in front of him, his
hands resting on the controls which would give him a live feed from the
house of his ex-lawyer from any of the cameras he had ordered so
meticulously set up. When Gregory had fallen on hard times, Jack was more
than happy to make his wife pay. Even at thirty four, after two kids, she was
beautiful, with long black hair and a tall, slender body, with just enough up
top to give her a figure. He liked her eyes most, though, dark and shining and
expressive. If he remembered Gregorys story right, she had been a Japanese
exchange student, and they had hit it off. Well, the films she was now going
to star in were going to make Jack a lot of money, and if they didnt make
enough to cover what he was owed, well, the films her daughters would make
would bring in even more money.
She started when she heard her front door open; she had locked it. She stood
tentatively and moved toward the front door, just a room away, when she
saw them--four men, large, white, rough looking, not whom she had been
expecting. Wh...who are you? What do you want? she stuttered, stepping
back as she saw their faces break into feral grins. Look what we got here,
guys, the middle one sneered as they fanned out around her. Keep away!
she yelled, and made a dash for the phone, fear giving her the strength to
push past one of the men who tried to grab her and make it into the hallway,
only to go crashing into the wall as another of the men threw her against it
and pinned her there, breathing hotly into her ear. Were going to have us a
little party, bitch, he hissed, dragging her into her living room and throwing
her hard to the plush carpeting, tears of fear and humiliation coursing down
her face as the men, working together, grabbed her, and for the first time,
she noticed that one of the men was holding a video camera. Despair
overwhelmed her as she realized this is what Jack had planned for her.
Jack kept his eyes on the hand held camera, only occasionally glancing at the
fixed ones, making a mental note to give the operator a bonus--he did such a
great job of catching the fear and despair in her eyes. As he watched his men
hold the woman down and pull off her clothes as she thrashed about in their
grip, begging and pleading with them to let her go, he buzzed his secretary
and had him send in AJ3, a Japanese girl, and ordered her to suck his cock.
He smiled as he felt her warm lips wrap themselves around his manhood, and he
leaned back to enjoy the show.
No!! she screamed as she felt teeth bear down on her nipple, hands groping
her now nude body, lithe and svelte from hours of exercise a day. Her hands
were held above her head and her legs held open as fingers probed at her
lightly furred pussy. Ive got to get a taste of that cunt, she heard one of
them say just before one of the men swung his leg over her chest and leaned
down, his mouth beginning to hungrily slurp at her privates. Hey, dont hog!
another one of them yelled, pushing them both over until she was lying on her
stomach on top of the man greedily licking her cunt, sending brief flashing
of pain and humiliation through her as her body was violated. Jack watched
remotely, his hands gripping the head of AJ3 as she took him into her throat,
thinking what a great ass she had, two firm globes of muscle, as one of the
men pulled them apart, his cock lubed and pushing against her ass while the
third man was pulling out his cock near her face. They had tied her hands
behind her back to get them out of the way, so now she was completely
helpless, her slender, taut body at the disposal of his three men.
She howled in agony as one of the men drove his cock into her ass while, at
the same moment, the man beneath her bit hard against her clit, sending
agony spiking up her body, making it feel like they were tearing her apart.
A moment later pain lanced through her head as the third man lifted the front
of her body up by her long, luxurious hair, and pushed his cock into her mouth,
saying suck, bitch, suck it good before ramming it against the back of her
throat. Her whole body spasmed under the triple assault, and she nausea rose
in her guts as the cock was forced down her throat and he began to fuck her
face like a cunt, slamming his pelvis against her delicate nose. Guttural
sounds escaped from around the cock in her throat each time the man behind
her drove his cock hard into her ass. Her mind went numb as pain filled her
body, a haze of blackness covering her thoughts as she was buffeted back and
forth relentlessly. The only relief she had was the man at her cunt had
stopped biting and gnashing his teeth against her flesh, and had sucked the
flesh around her clitoris into his mouth and was running his tongue quickly
back and forth across her clit, his teeth mashing against her sensitive flesh
each time the man above him bore down into her ass.
Jack loved it; it was a masterpiece. A beautiful Japanese housewife raped,
and his camera man was doing great, getting every shot that mattered: the
cock stretching her raped asshole wide open, plunging in and out with
abandon, a side shot of the cock in her mouth, sliding in to the balls, a far
shot of her whole body being so abused. The sounds, too, the sounds were
perfect, each slap of skin against skin, each grunt, each slurping thrust, each
cry of pain was captured. He was going to make a lot of money off this, he
thought as he came down AJ3s throat, holding her head still until he was
done.
It seemed like an eternity, her body, twisted into an unnatural position,
brutally rocked between two raping cocks. It went on and on, her eyes
tightly shut, her long lashes soaked with tears which ran down her face,
splattering against her rapists thighs each time he drove down her throat.
Sparks began to flash behind her eyes as her rape continued, the pain, the
lack of oxygen, all sending her into a daze beyond sensation. Her guts began
to churn and her body began to shake as the sparks began to grow larger and
brighter, each thrust into her ass sending her clit hard against the mans
mouth below, each thrust into her face dazing her slightly more. Get ready
bitch, here it comes! she heard one of them say, and then she felt a tearing
sensation in her scalp as he gripped her head more tightly, grinding his
crotch into her face, cutting off her airways. At the same time the man
fucking her ass leaned hard against her, spilling his come deep into her
bowels. She screamed as the man below her bit down on her clit, and the
sparks exploded in wave after wave of cascading light and motion, her body
undulating as pleasure/pain coursed through her raw nerves, a warm gush of
fluids splattering across her thighs betraying an orgasm which seemed like
it wouldnt stop. Jack watched in amazement as Gregorys cold fish (from
what Gregory had told him) wife began to jerk like a gaffed fish, come
spraying from between her legs, her slender body shaking in the throws of an
obviously mind-shattering orgasm, her gyrations only seeming to stop once
the man at her head pulled his softening cock from her throat. He felt his
own cock begin to harden again in AJ3s skilled mouth as he thought about what
a prize he had found.
She moaned as she was thrown onto her back, her aftereffects of her orgasm
overwhelming her. She couldn't think. Her mind was aswirl with emotions,
her body seeming to float as the man who had been beneath her snarled, "I got
to get me some of that cunt," grabbing her ankles and pushing them to either
side of her head. She sobbed in humiliation as he drove his cock hard into
her splayed, slick cunt, the more so because it felt _so_ good. As her slender
body was rocked under the punishing fucking, drawing helpless grunts in
between her sobs from her throat, her mind drifted to thoughts of her
husband. It was his fault she was suffering this, his fault. She gasped as
the second orgasm of her life washed over her, and tears ran down her face.
Seventeen years of marriage and her husband had never made her come, her
husband, the only man who had ever had her until today, until these men came
because of him to rape her, and to film it for sale. Her body shuddered again
as he ground his pelvis against hers, spilling his seed deep in her guts, and
she moaned as pleasure washed through her.
Jack came a second time as the camera focused on her tear-stained face
being twisted into passion. He continued watching, satiated, as his men
knocked her around a bit before dragging her to the kitchen, making her
scream by twisting and crushing her nipples with a nutcracker. For the next
20 minutes they tormented her with various kitchen implements, foods, and
ice before raping her again. By the time they were done her in the kitchen,
her whole body throbbed, come running down the inside of her thighs and
down the side of her mouth. The worst of it was that her body betrayed her
two more times, gushing fluids against her rapists, bucking uncontrollably as
the men laughed at her and called her a whore, a slut, a fucking machine. For
the finale they dragged her to the bathroom, threw her into the tub, and
urinated on her, covering her hair and body with the acrid odor of their
wastes, taking great delight in watching it splatter from her full red lips
as she twisted her abused body about to avoid the foul taste. When they were
done, the camera lingered lovingly over her beaten, abused, raped body as it
lay in the tub, motionless, only renewed tears and a weak sobbing showing
signs of life. It was over an hour after they had left before she dragged
herself to her feet--at least they had freed her hands--and cleaned herself
off. She didn't think about what she had gone through, she just went through
the motions of caring for her battered body before curling up in bed and
crying herself to sleep.
Jack helped edit the film himself, making sure everything was to his liking.
When he had a rough cut of the master, he made a copy and had it sent to
Gregory. He wondered how that pathetic bastard would react to seeing his
beautiful wife come her brains out while being raped by three men. He
smiled to himself.
Gregory was busy fucking the Swedish girl, boredom and lust overcoming his
despair, up the ass--he loved the way she moaned and cooed as he twisted
his cock deep in her bowels (his wife barely ever seemed to notice no matter
how hard he tried to please her), when the Korean girl slid a tape into the
VCR. He smiled at her naked, glistening, dark body, a smile which slowly
vanished as the tape progressed.<p>
Gregory's wife didn't open her eyes, her mind reliving the horror of the
previous day, and the humiliation of her orgasms, until long after noon. When
she did, she noticed a manila envelope sitting on her bed. She fearfully
reached over and opened it, pulling out a single sheet of paper and two
pictures. The pictures were of her two daughters, the paper had instructions
on it. She read it and despaired, but she saw hope in its claim that her ordeal
would be over in four days--less if only.... Tomorrow, it said, she was to
expect more visitors, and she was to dress nicely for them. If she could exit
by the front door after they entered the house, she could consider her hus-
band's debt paid. If not, then, three days after the morrow, she was to put
on a two piece bathing suit and lay by the pool all morning. At the end of
that day, her husband's debt would be paid, and she could bring her daughters
back home.
The next day she sat in her living room, well dressed as commanded, waiting
for what was to come. She didn't have a real plan to make it to the front
door, except to run straight through whoever came in, because she really
didn't think she could make it, no matter what she did. She knew they wanted
her to do so, so she would, if only to get it over with sooner.
She was shivering with nervousness as she waited, and started when she
heard the front door open--surprised at how easy they came in with the door
locked. She stood up as she heard their footsteps approaching, straightening
her skirt just to be doing something with her hands. Confusion spread over
her features as she saw three women enter the room, hard, well toned women
in jeans and leather. "N...no" she stuttered, backing away as realization
sunk in--two days ago she had been raped by men, today it was to be women.
She turned and bolted for the pool area, climbing over the couch in her
haste, only to trip and fall hard to the ground, where the three women
jumped on her and began pummeling her.
She curled up into a ball as they bruised her slender body, before one of them
grabbed her arms and pulled them painfully behind her back. Rough rope was
pulled tightly around her wrists, followed by rope around her elbows, pulling
her arms painfully together behind her back, making her arch forward. A
knife glinted in her eyesight in front of a blinding smile and she closed her
eyes, the sweat of terror covering her body. A ripping sound greeted her ears
as she felt her blouse and bra being cut and pulled from her, to be followed
by her skirt and panties, until she was laying nude, bound, before them.
"Ah!" she screamed as one of them gripped her hair and dragged her to her
knees, saying, "Let's see how the cunt sucks pussy. You guys cool off." She
watched in horror as one of her captors shed her pants with one hand,
revealing lithe, muscular thighs with a lightly furred mound and a hard ass.
She didn't say a word as the woman sat down on her couch, opened her legs,
and dragged her by the hair, jamming her face into her crotch.
"Lick bitch," she commanded, jerking her hips into her face. She thought she
was going to throw up as the strong odor of the woman's sex hit her, and she
closed her eyes in disgust, pressed her lips together, and tried to pull her
head away. She just couldn't do anything so disgusting.
"Come-on!" she heard as the woman slapped the back of her head and smeared
her groin against her face. "Pathetic," she heard the woman mutter as she
continued to refuse to debase herself by orally copulating this woman.
"Utterly pathetic. You asked for it bitch. Come over here guys and give me
a hand."
Without a word the two women lifted her onto the couch, dropping her onto
her back with her head hanging over one of the arms. She found herself
staring upside down at the first woman sliding a huge dildo up her legs until
it fit snugly against her crotch; it must have been 9 inches long and very
thick. Screams were ripped from her throat and blackness clouded her vision
as a woman ripped out a handful of her pubic hair, causing her body to arch
upwards in agony, her head held firm in the grip of another as the dildo was
shoved into her mouth.
She began thrashing about in terror as the woman drove her hips forward,
forcing the huge dildo down her throat, blocking her air passage while the
other two women held her down, biting at her nipples and groin. The scent of
the woman's cunt was flooded her senses as she breathed in deeply through
her nose, her whole body trembling as it fell back onto the couch, the dildo
in her throat pinning her down as the woman ground her hips into her face.
Jack watched in growing arousal as the women took Gregory's wife. Muffled
screams came through the dildo whenever the woman at her crotch or breasts
decided she needed a little tenderizing, pinching, biting, slapping, or
punching her sexual organs without mercy, all the while her slender throat
bulged with the dildo being ground against her face, her rapist standing
enraptured, her hands to either side of her captive's head, a groove in the
dildo riding against her own clit, sending flashes of pleasure through her
body as she used the cunt beneath her.
The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy, her mind floating outside her body
as the dildo began to pound in and out of her throat, fucking her like a man
would, until female cum ran down her face and into her eyes and hair,
blinding and suffocating her at the same time. She tried to scream, but her
body, held down by the others, just shook along with the groin held firm
against her face, cutting off her air. Just as she felt consciousness begin
to slip away, the dildo was pulled from her throat, and warm air rushed back
into her lungs, shocking her back into herself.
Her whole body was drenched and a faint nausea filled her. She felt weak,
like a baby, and didn't, couldn't, resist as she was dragged by her hair to
her feet, the pain a dull throbbing in her head. She didn't really register
the 12 inch dildo they waved in front of her face before one of them slipped
the strap on on. Warm lips met hers, and she was surprised by the passion in
them, the warmth of the bodies pressed against hers from both behind and in
front became comforting instead of suffocating as she felt a tongue press
against her own, shivers of weakness sliding through her body as hands ran
over her, holding her up while caressing her.
Her eyes shot open and a muffled grunt escaped her throat as she felt
something prod her anus, and tears filled her eyes even as chills of pleasure
shot down her spine as the woman's teeth clashed with hers, her lips warm
and tingling. She grunted again and wailed slightly as she felt her ass
stretch painfully, shooting a strange thrill of pleasure through her body as
the fake cock slid up into her bowels, raising her up on her toes, her calves
straining to lift her body away from the intrusion.
As the lips moved away from hers, she gasped at the fullness inside her, her
breath coming in short gasps as her eyes locked on the sharp blue eyes of the
woman facing her. Her eyes widened and she looked down, seeing the 12 inch
monster pressed lightly against her labia, whispering "no" before hands
gripped her inner thighs, lifting her from her feet and spreading her wide
apart before dropping her onto the monster dildo.
"Ahhh!" she howled as she was split in two, a howl cut short as the dildo
jarred against her womb, sending a shock up her spine. The pain was
overwhelming, dragging screams from a throat she had thought screamed raw,
until lips covered hers again, this time insistent, forceful, biting. Her
body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll as the two women fucked her
relentlessly, in and out, in and out, each thrust into her cunt jarring her
entire body with its force. She was no longer standing, and no longer being
held up, only the two dildos kept her from sliding to the floor between her
two rapists. Animalistic grunts came from deep in her chest in rhythm to
her fucking, and she could feel her rapists gasp and grunt and pant as they
came, not stopping even then, enjoying they way they had impaled her slender
body, the way it jerked and spasmed uncontrollably in their grip.
Again and again they drove into her until her head was spinning, sweat slick
between their bodies, each of her rapist's passion rising as orgasms rippled
through their bodies. The pain had receded to a background scream, leaving
her feeling impaled and stretched beyond imagination. Lips and teeth at her
neck and lips and face sent shivers through her body, and each thump of the
dildo against her womb lit sparks of sensation screaming to her mind. She
didn't realize she was coming until she heard her own voice howling and
moaning as wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure rocked through
her slender frame, and still they wouldn't stop, feral grins twisting their
faces as they drove her higher and higher into orgasm.
Sparks started to cloud her vision, and she felt warm fluid gush down her
thighs. Her body was beyond her control, a spasming mass of muscle and
sinew bucking uncontrollably on the end on the two fake, fat cocks, drowning
her mind in pleasure. Her eyes open she couldn't see anything as she rocket-
ed into ecstasy, her legs flopping once, another gush flooding from her cunt,
before she went limp. The women fucked her a few more times before
finishing their orgasms, dropping her like a limp doll to lay in her own cum
while they staggered across to the couch.
Jack laughed aloud and nearly clapped his hands together as he watched. He
didn't have anyone servicing him because he wanted to save it for later--he
tended to handle negotiations best when he was hard as a rock--but now he
almost wished he had had someone. She was perfect, and it took all his will-
power to keep himself from calling in one of his girls to take care of his
raging hard-on. He only watched for another hour, but the tape ran three
hours longer, while they tied her onto her back on the kitchen table, her
legs and arms and head hanging over the side, before they brought her to. She
didn't have as much spunk as before, but they still managed to drag scream
after scream and orgasm after orgasm from her tortured body, using
everything in the kitchen from ice-cubes to the hand beater. She didn't even
resist when they insisted she lick them to orgasm, being to overwhelmed to
care. They untied her and made her crawl around on her hands and knees,
making her service them with her mouth and fingers while they lazed around
her place, thinking up more devious tortures.
The highlight, Jack thought as he watched the tape, was at the very end,
before they left, they took her almost comatose form, limp from exhaustion,
and, while two each held an ankle on either side of her head, the third drove
a fist up into her cunt, bringing her to screaming, thrashing life. By then her
whole body was covered in dried girl come, her hair soaked, her pubic hair
matted, her body showing bruises and marks where the women had injured
her. It was obscene, the way the hand disappeared into her cunt, the arm
pushing in halfway to the elbow before stopping with a thud which shook her
whole body. For long minutes the woman fisted her, finally bringing her head
down and gripping her clit between her teeth, biting down hard and pulling,
stretching the tender abused bud from her body while twisting her fist deep
inside her. She howled as she came one final time and blacked out.
She came to twenty hours later, still laying on the soft carpet of her living
room. Her whole body ached and when she remembered her orgasms she started
sobbing, curling up into a little ball. It was all so unfair, so terrible,
that they could do this to her. She didn't know who she was anymore: she
had wanted for so long to be able to orgasm, to enjoy the pleasures of the
flesh with her husband, but these people made it all so ugly, so humiliating,
so hurtful. They used her body's pleasure to lord it over her, to laugh at
her, and she sobbed the harder, knowing that it wasn't over, knowing that two
days later she would face it all over again, knowing that deep down she
didn't know if she wanted it to end.
She barely ate the following two days, laying in bed most of the time and
taking long showers. The pain in her body, the bruises aching and turning
an ugly purple/black, were as nothing compared to the torment of her mind,
which replayed the two rapes she had suffered over and over. More
humiliating, she found herself growing aroused as she thought on them, her
hands almost unconsciously straying down to her still sore sex, her
fingernails digging into the tender flesh, mimicking the remembered pain of
her rapes as she masturbated to orgasm. Each time, though, she felt dirty,
worthless, and would cry at what she had become, a nearly nymphomaniacal
pain-slut.
So it was with both apprehension and a shameful longing that she applied a
light coat of makeup to her face, enhancing her gorgeous Asian features,
slipped into a bikini, and laid down in a lawn chair by the pool, sun glasses
shading her eyes. Bruises still showed on her lean, muscular legs, on her
svelte torso, and on parts of her arms. The marks on her smallish breasts
were covered by a bikini top which made the most of her breasts, and her
round, firm ass was nicely displayed by the bottoms she had chosen to wear.
She saw the camera man first, walking slowly from some distance away,
camera pointing at her. She turned slowly and stretched out on her stomach,
as much to hide herself from what was coming as to display her ass to the
camera. She reached back and undid the strap holding her top on, feeling
both dread and anticipation in the pit of her stomach. She wanted this as
much as she wanted to avoid it.
Jack watched as the twenty men hopped into the yard, criminals, most of
them, some black, a few Mexicans, but mostly white. Their eyes had all
locked on their prize, a fine piece of Asian flesh made available for their
sadistic pleasure, as they fanned out. When she heard them she turned and
sat up on her elbows, fear rocking through her--so many, so many of
them--fear and a thrilling buzz in her cunt--they were all going to fuck
her.
Her sun glasses were knocked off as the first two grabbed her and dragged
her to her feet, the surprise and shock evidence on her face, along with
something else. "Nice piece," one said, and another laughed, pulling her
hands away from her breasts, grinning at the blush of shame that reddened
her entire body. "Gonna have us a good time," she heard another of them
yell to a chorus of agreement as one of the men who had grabbed her pulled
her against his body and bent his head to kiss her hard on the mouth. She
gasped into his mouth as his hands dug brutally into her asscheeks, fingers
driving into the firm flesh as if he wanted to rip it apart. Another man
tore her away and pulled her to him, dragging her head back forcefully by
her hair so he could his tongue roughly across her neck, one hand slipping
into her bikini briefs, gripping hard against her flesh.
She was passed from man to man, staggering as they pushed or pulled her
between them, each groping her body with their hands and their mouths.
Dazedly, she saw some reach into a cooler and pull out beers, but then
another man was sucking on her lips, his hands dragging her leg up so that
his fingers could jab at her sex. For nearly a half hour she was tossed
back and forth, growing more and more disoriented, tension building in the
air as the men groped her and drank, until she was grabbed by her shoulders
by one of the men, stopping her dizzying travel.
"Uhg" she grunted as the man backhanded her across the face, making her
stagger into another man, who punched her hard in her flat stomach, making
her bend at the waist and slowly stagger to her hands and knees.
Immediately men were all around her, and her bikini briefs were pulled
roughly down her legs, skinning her knees and hands on the hard concrete near
the pool. Cocks were out and she was brutally grabbed by the hair and one
was shoved into her mouth, its musky scent and taste making her shudder as
the man immediately began humping into her face.
Hands gripped her narrow hips and another cock slid easily into her slick
cunt, and she shuddered at that too, feeling a small orgasm rippled through
her body as the men began using her for their pleasure. It wasn't long be-
fore the cock in her mouth slipped down her throat, and she was well and
truly impaled from both ends, the men fucking her savagely, jerking her
body back and forth like an old rag-doll, her dainty form looking small and
used between them.
This fucking went on for four hours, one man replacing another until her ass
and pussy ran with come and her throat was raw, come covering her face and
hair and dripping down off her chin to pool near her hands, torn and red from
the concrete. Her knees bled, tingeing the come pooling around them a faint
pink, her ass and thighs covered with even more come. All twenty of the men
took her, drinking all the while, enjoying her body twice, some three times,
keeping her in a constant state of sexual arousal, orgasms washing over her
almost continuously, her mind a dull haze of motion and sensation as they
used her again and again.
Finally satiated, they let her loose, lounging now, drinking and laughing, as
she slid slowly onto her stomach, barely conscious as the come from twenty
men pressed against her body, welling up to the sides of her as she collapsed.
They left her like that for a few minutes, until two men approached her and
kicked her, unresisting, over onto her back, her legs spread obscenely, her
cunt a swollen red, her pubes coated flat with come and come covering her
entire body from head to toe.
"She needs a little cleaning up, don't you think, boys?" one of the men who
had rolled her over said, laughing as he gripped his penis and pointed it at
her. A stream of piss splattered against her breasts, joined by a second,
and laughter echoed around the pool. She mewled slightly at the acrid odor
of it, weakly kicking her legs as she lifted her hands to her face to ward
off the stream.
Someone grabbed her hands and stood on them, the dull pain in them
waking her a little from her stupor as more and more of the men began
urinating on her body, "washing" it with their piss. She twisted her head
away and clenched her eyes shut as it splattered against her face and mouth,
soaking her hair in its foul smell. She could taste it through her lips and
teeth and nearly gagged.
It was all over within ten minutes: twenty men had relieved their bowels
over her body, leaving her lying in a huge pool of piss and come. Humiliation
burned her olive cheeks to a deep red, and she struggled to stand, swaying
drunkenly from exhaustion and use. "Uhg, I don't like my cunts filthy," a man
said and grabbed her by her arm and swung her into the pool, the shock
bringing herself almost fully back to herself. Her whole body was sore and
weak, her cunt and ass throbbing in pain, her throat so raw she could barely
make a sound, cum burbling up from her esophagus.
She tread water for a moment before making her way over to the side of the
pool, noticing that some of the men were leaving. One pulled her out of the
pool and laid her on her back, pushing her legs to either side of her head,
the concrete digging into her spine as he drove his cock into her abused pus-
sy.
She moaned in pain and growing desire as he leisurely fucked her, taking his
time. When he finally came she was practically writhing with lust and pain,
her previous usage making her cunt flesh overly tender. A second man took
his place, and three more after him, each one driving her higher toward the
peak of sensation, yet none giving her enough to push her over. They left
after they had finished, walking away without a word, leaving her lying
there, writhing in unfulfilled lust. Her hands strayed down to her cunt, not
caring if there were still three men watching her, not caring what they saw
or thought, she just need to come. Her fingernails dug into the abused flesh
there and she howled as pain ripped through her. Harder she pressed into her
clit, feeling herself so close, black shadows passing before her vision.
She screamed in frustration as her hands were violently ripped from her sex.
Her legs were pulled into the air until her body was resting on her shoulders,
her hands still held by a man who hunched over her, grinning meanly down at
her.
"Fucking cunt" one of the men spat out, stomping his boot into her exposed
sex, watching as her whole body arched, a scream ripping her throat as come
juice splattered out of her cunt, her orgasm rocking her slender body as the
bone-jarring pain sent her over the top, her eyes going blind as she was
overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations; "hasn't" again the stomp,
again the bone-jarring pain sending her higher into orgasm until she forgot
even to breath; "had" stomp, mashing her tender flesh, tearing at her abused
clit--she was skyrocketing out of control, her whole body shaking as if in
convulsions, the back of her head banging against the concrete, her slender
Japanese body almost tearing itself from the grips of her rapists; "enough!"
a final stomp, and she screamed, her Asian eyes wide, staring blindly as
stars exploded in her vision, her whole body still, taut, then shook by
massive contractions which sent come splattering in huge bursts against the
boot still grinding into her sex. On and on it seemed to go until finally
her mind shut down and her body went limp.
The three men just stood there for a moment, grinning, before fucking her
unconscious body. They left her laying there after they were done, only the
camera man was left, and the camera lingered over her used, abused form for
several minutes before he put it down and carried her into her home.
Editor's note: the conclusion to this story, and the author's other works
are available at: ftp://129.21.108.190/Pub/Authors/Wiley/debt1.1