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Girls_2.0 (mmf nc rape asian) (1/2)
(Wiley04)
1 Aug 1996 01:21:10 UTC
Warning: This story is about the abduction and rape of a 19 year old
asian girl by 3 men. It describes in detail the sexual degredation she
undergoes.
Comments are usually appreciated.
Enjoy,
Wiley04
Picture:
A young Asian girl of 19 years, standing 5'3" and weighing 102
lbs. A small pouty mouth, the ends slightly turned down, and an
Asian nose, joined with long lashes on dark eyes with a European
cast to create a truly stunning beauty. Long black hair falling to the
small of her back frames her face, whose beauty is set off and
enhanced by teeth just slightly imperfect.
She has an aggressive yet friendly, and very attractive,
personality, which she expresses through her clothes. She usually
wears faded denim jeans with a short button down blouse which
exposes her slender midriff when she raises her arms. Her size B
breasts fill out her blouse perfectly, being more than ample for her
lithe frame. Instead of a bra, she usually wears a tank-top, which
reveals itself enticingly whenever her blouse slips from her smooth,
rounded shoulders. A small gold cross always hangs around her
neck, drawing attention to the small, vulnerable spot just below her
neck and above her breasts. High tops and a backward baseball cap
usually sets off the ensomb, the cap only serving to further enhance
the beauty of her eyes, her skin, and her face, by framing them.
Now she wished she hadn't stayed so late. 2 a.m. and she was
stuck in the bad part of town, almost an hour walk to her place. She
had thought she could catch the last transfer, but she had been, to
her dismay, mistaken. Oh well, she thought, nothing wrong with the
weather, at least. And she was right: it was a beautiful night. A
slight mist occluded the blackness, softening the streetlights as they
spat out their dull yellow light. The moon was at half and waning,
and the stars few and far between. It was warm, almost 70 F, and
just cut by a soft, nipping breeze. She thanked god that it wasn't
cold, since she really hadn't dressed for it. She had on faded denim
hip-hugging jeans which she wore low on her waist, exposing a flat,
taunt stomach and a cute inny belly-button. A denim jacket, just
falling to her waist, kept her warm, since her only top was a
sleeveless tank cut off just below her breasts, which juggled slightly
as she walked, free from the restraint of a bra.
Well, she thought ruefully as she considered how she was
dressed, it had been a raging party, and she had wanted to look hot,
and she had, she knew. Not that she was man crazy like some of the
sluts there, but she liked to look her best. She tossed her long braid-
-she had braided it that evening so her hair fanned out across the
back of her neck and came up evenly across her head, to fall in soft
bangs across her forehead, letting part of her ears poke out from
beneath--and caught it in her hand, twirling it around as she walked
briskly home.
She turned as she saw lights coming up behind her and hoped
the car would pass--she really didn't feel safe in this neighborhood.
She became more nervous when the car did not pass, instead pulling
up along side her, slowing to match her pace. It was an old caddie, a
bit beat up, being driven by a white guy with two passangers, the
one riding shotgun a Mexican, the one in the back black.
"Hey China Doll," the white one called out, "looking sweet meat.
Goin' to a pahty?" Now she was really frightened, as well as
indignant, and hugged her jacket around her and picked up her pace,
hoping the bastards would just go away.
"Maybe we got a party for you right here, baby," the black one
called out. "We can make it a real multi-cultural event." They all
laughed. Son of a bitch she thought, son of a bitch get me out of here.
She quickly turned a corner but the caddie followed.
"She don't look like she likes you Jackson," the Mexican taunted
as he leaned out the far window and looked over the roof of the car.
"Maybe she's one of those hard ass ice-queen uppity chink cunts who
thinks she's better than us. Whaddya think, John, think she's a
dragon bitch?"
"She certainly ain't friendly," the white one replied, "even
though she's the tastiest dish I've seen in a long time. Hey darlin',
come on over here and say hi."
Jesus Jesus Jesus wasn't there anyone else around. All the
houses were black as she rushed past them, almost running now but
fearing to run.
"Mm mm," the Mexican called out, "seems like she don't like any
of us. Not even good enough for a glance."
"Hell, no split-tail gets away with treating me like that," Jackson
cried out from the back, swinging open the back door.
The sound of the door opening startles her, and her chest
constricted in fear as she bolted forward, hoping they will tire of the
game or that she can escape through speed.
"Hey!" she hears behind her and then the squeal of tires and
suddenly the caddie is across the sidewalk in front of her, the black
man climbing out of the back seat and beginning to lunge toward her
while the Mexican swings himself over the hood of the car. She stops
and spins, three steps to build up speed as she tries to run, only to
feel arms encircle her waist and lift her from the ground.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! FIRE! MURDER! HELP! SOMEBODY!"
she screams at the top of her lungs as she struggles against the man
holding her. The Mexican comes up before her and grabs her arms,
and between them they wrestle her screaming and thrashing into the
back seat of the caddie.
She had never been more frightened in her life as she was
tossed into the back of the caddie to be quickly followed by two large
male bodies. She put her back to the door and kicked out with her
feet and hit with her hands, but the black man, Jackson, just grabbed
her again and threw her down across his and the Mexican's lap.
Strong hands gripped her wrists and held them behind her back
while more hands held her down. A hand on her head pressed her
face against the Mexican's stomach, muffling her pleas and cries.
She trembled in abject terror as she heard and felt the car take
off, speeding quickly away from the scene of the abduction. She
could feel her own adreneline rush begin to freeze as her body
realized there was nowhere left to run. Her mind froze likewise in a
state of shock, reduced to an animal state of fear and waiting.
She could feel the adreneline around her too, surging through
the car as the car surged forward to an unknown destination. "Hey
Jose," she heard Jackson ask, "what now?"
"Now," Jose replied, "we go to the park. In the meantime, you
and me can have a little fun with the cunt here." She could almost
feel the feral grins they gave each other over her prostrate body, and
she shuddered. A cold part of her mind calculated as Jose grabbed
her by her hair and pulled her head up and began unzipping his fly
while Jackson reached around and under her and began unbuttoning
her jeans. They were going to rape her, this part of her mind said,
and you cannot fight them--try to talk.
"Let me go," she said, calmly, clearly, "I'm a human being. I
have feelings. You..."
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SPLIT-TAIL!" Jackson shouted,
overriding her, "A GODDAMNED CUNT! And I intend to get me some!
Now Jose, can't you shut the bitch up?"
"My pleasure," Jose replied, pulling free his cock and pressing it
against her full pouty lips. "Now open up, China Doll, or you're going
to be in a world of hurt." Her mind calculated, and she opened her
mouth to take the pole of flesh in. She was going to be raped, it said,
and she quailed inwardly. O.K. Now just try to stay alive: do what
they want and maybe they'll let you go. It was why she remained
still while Jose slowly slid her head up and down on his staff, in and
out of her mouth, running the flesh across the soft warmth of her
lips. It was why she remained still while her jeans and panties were
pulled down around her knees and hands began to rub and squeeze
and pinch her ass and thighs.
"What a sweet ass," she heard, and jerked slightly as fingers
found their way to her vagina and began to stab forward for
entrance. Virginal! part of her mind screamed, wanting to thrash
and bite and kick and kill. She was a virgin! it screamed, and these
stupid, sorry sons of a bitches were going to take that from her, were
going to use her like a piece of meat and throw her away. Better
raped than dead, another part of her mind asserted, and maintained
a steely control.
"Got a sweet mouth on her too," Jose said. "Let's see what you
can do, sweet thing." He began to push her head down, causing her
to gag on his penis as it pushed against her throat. She reacted
instinctively, trying to pull back, but his hands were too strong, too
insistent. She gagged once as she felt his cockhead stab against her
throat, and then an awful tearing pain shot down her throat as it
popped in, and she gagged again as the full length of it slid down her
throat, her nose resting against his pubic hair, her whole body
shaking and jerking as she retched, trying to dislodge his cock from
her throat. Her nostrils flared and her throat spasmed and she felt
like she was going to throw up, but she held the bile that was rising
in her throat down with an enormous effort of will and stilled her
jerkings, breathing heavily through her nostrils.
"Ahhh..." she heard Jose sigh, and was grateful he just held her
head there, did not try to move her. It wasn't so bad now, and then
she realized Jackson had a finger up her vagina and was sawing it
painfully in and out.
Oh god oh god oh god please make it stop, she thought, closing
her eyes in silent prayer, a tear leaking out the closed lid and
dropping onto the thigh of her abductor. Endure, the thought flashed
across her mind.
It was a nightmare ride, with Jose content to hold himself in her
throat, the motion of the car a slow tantilization for him as he built
ever nearer the inevitable orgasm. Jackson took turns slapping her
asscheeks, pressing his fingers into her anus and pussy, and pinching
her thighs to make her squirm. It was a relief when they stopped,
even though she knew what was next.
"Ready to go?" It was John.
"Just one minute," Jose interupted, and began to jerk his hips
slightly up into her face, pushing his cock even further up her throat,
and back, and up. She knew he was almost ready to come, and could
feel the eyes of his companions bore into the back of her head. They
were all waiting, waiting for Jose to fill her throat with his come.
Jackson had his index finger all the way in her ass, making her feel
bloated, and squeezed her asscheek painfully in the other.
The hands on her head pressed her face painfully against his
groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her throat and a warm sticky fluid
coated her throat as he moaned above her. Her throat spasmed to
swallow it and forced more from the tip of his cock--it seemed like it
would never end. Slowly, though, it did, as his cock stopped jerking
and began to soften. It wasn't long before it slid easily from her
throat and Jose pulled her head by the hair up and off his lap.
"Let's get her outside," he said to Jackson, who yanked his finger
from her ass, earning a yelp of pain and surprise, and began pushing
her from one end while Jose pulled from the other. She stood dazidly
for the first time in what seemed like years, quickly pulling up her
pants, and holding them up while she turned around and looked
about her.
She was surrounded by the three, and for the first time got a
good look at them. Jose, the Mexican, was the oldest at around
twenty five years of age. He was about 5'10 and skinny, but she
knew his wiry strength. He had typical Mexcian looks, although she
saw a touch of Spaniard in him. Jackson, the black, was 6' tall and
medium build, about twenty two years old. He was light for a black,
and had the slightly pockmarked skin that hinted at a caucasun
ancestor. John, the white, was also 6', but bulky, younger at twenty
or twenty one, with that cross between a mean and a sneaky hillbilly
look that sent shudders through anyone weaker that he was.
She was standing near the edge of an open field. The park
stretched in all directions while nearby was the sandpit and the
jungle jim, where children might have played were it safe. She saw a
slide, two horsies on springs, a half-dome jungle bars, two sets of
monkey bars parallel to each other, a seesaw, swings, chinup bars of
different levels, and a sandpit. She turned back to Jose, who was
casually leaning against the trunk of the car while the two others
eyed her hungrily, and was about to speak when he simply put his
fingers to his lips in a shushing motion. She swallowed and looked at
him.
"It seems like you got the idea in the car," he said. "It's easier
to do what we say than to fight us." She nodded at his pause. "Don't
worry, we just want to have a little fun." Fun she thought wildly,
fun!? You think rape is fun? she wanted to scream. What about me!
You're going to rape me! You already have! She wanted to leap
forward and rip his eyes out, but she remained standing stock still,
unmoving. He smiled and slid his belt from around his waist and
doubled it up in his hands. "If you don't cooperate, you're in for a lot
of pain." <SNAP> He snapped the belt together. "Now you have a
choice: strip, or pain." <SNAP>
He was serious, she knew, but the cold part of her mind
resigned her, and she began to strip. First went the shoes and socks,
then the jeans, then the jacket. The tank followed, revealing her
firm, perfectly rounded tits standing proudly high on her chest.
"Nice tits," John interjected.
"Nice piece," Jackson corrected.
She outwardly ignored them, although inwardly she quailed.
Why her? Why did they have to do this to her? Anything, anything,
to make it stop. Finally she slid her panties down the smooth skin of
her well shaped legs and stood naked before her abductors, only the
cross still above and between her breasts, shivering a little not from
the night air but from the reaction and shock of her situation.
"Damn, she ain't got no pubes," John blurted out.
"Ya she does," Jose said, walking up to her and running his
hands up between her legs until they brushed against her mound.
"These Chinese, their just sparse down below."
She trembled at his touch, and the humiliation she had and
knew would endure.
"Lay down on your back, bitch," Jose commanded.
She slowly went to her knees and stretched out on her back on
the cool, damp grass, a little chill going up her spine. She knew what
was coming next.
"Spread your legs," he said almost wearily, and she did, keeping
her arms by her side and stiff as a board. Yet even then she could
not disguise the dainty beauty that was hers.
She prepared herself for him to lay down on top of her, so was
surprised when he said, "Now, you've got ten minutes to bring
yourself off, or we're going to hurt you, a lot." Her eyes widened in
shock and she sat up from the waist.
"What?" she asked.
"You heard me, cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "play with
yourself until you come or we hurt you bad. You got ten minutes."
The other two chuckled.
She was horrified. How could they expect anyone to do that?
Did they think she was going to enjoy it? It was bad enough just
being raped, but this was too much. Endure, said a part of her, but
this time she ignored it, too horrified to think straight. "No," she
stated simply, and folded her legs indian style, crossing her arms to
cover her breasts.
"Suit yourself," he said, and lit up a cigarette. "Nine minutes."
She stared at him, her mind running through a thousand
scenarios. Try to flee while they seemed relaxed, but they were
watching her closely, leering and gaping at her. Fight, but she
couldn't. But she just couldn't do what they asked. Do it, urged her
mind, but she just couldn't. She hadn't not only never had a man,
but she had never touched herself there sexually either, and no
matter how much she feared them, she just couldn't do it. She
wanted to speak, to talk to them, to tell them that she was human,
that they shouldn't do this to her, but she had tried that, and now
feared to try again.
"Seven minutes." "Four minutes." He flicked the cigarette out
and lit up another one. "One minute." She had not moved. "Okay
cunt, looks like you get to learn the hard way. To the horse, boys."
She didn't resist as John and Jackson each grabbed her under
the armpit and lifted her to her feet. She wondered for a moment
what Jose was getting out of the trunk of the car, but then her
attention was focused on the horse as the two men forced her to
kneel behind the spring mounted toy. "Drape her over it," she heard
Jose say, and rough hands grabbed her and forced her torso over the
horse, the hard plastic saddle uncomfortably digging into her
stomach and chest, but her head and ass hanging just free of the
horse. She looked over at Jose and shuddered when she saw him
holding a few lengths of rope and a large duffle bag.
"Please don't do this," she begged as he bent down before her
and began to tie her wrists together underneath the horse, the coarse
rope chaffing her wrists. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."
"You had your chance, cunt," he spit out, his cold eyes looking
into hers as he secured her bound wrists to the bottom of the spring.
She saw him glance down at her braid as it fell to the side and
landed softly on the ground near his feet. "Now it's time for us to
have some fun." She wanted to spit in his face as he smiled; damn
him, she thought, damn him. How could he do this? And why her?
She knew the answer to that--because she had been available.
She screwed up her pretty Asian face as her abductors grabbed
her legs and straightened them underneath her, tying her calves on
either side of the spring. Trussed like a Christmas hog, she thought
as the strain on the back of her thighs and calves increased as they
pulled down the front of the horse slightly and ties it that way, so
that her torso was now slightly slanted downward with her ass high
in the air. She blushed as she realized her position, with her shapely
legs straining at the unnatural position, revealing every delicious
curve, her ass, with it's fine, rounded ass cheeks, were thrust up for
view, and her anus and vagina lewidly exposed.
She jerked in her bonds with a start as someone slapped her
and John said, "Just the right height for fucking."
"And this little cunt's tighter than a twelve year old," Jackson
said.
"You'd know," Jose chipped in.
"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, my man."
She smelt the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and just wished
they'd get on with it, get it over with. Suddenly she screamed as she
felt a cigarette pressed against the exact center of her left ass cheek.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed, jerking and causing the horse
to sway back and forth as Jose moved the cigarette to her other ass
cheek, sending stabbing pain shooting through her nerves. She heard
her scream swallowed by park, and panic began to well in her as Jose
said, "Now it's time to party!"
<Whack> "Uhhgg," she grunted as the first belt landed across her
slender shoulders. <Whack> "Ah," as her lower back took the blow.
<Whack> "Aaaaahhhhhrrrrgggg!" she wailed as the belt struck across
her burned ass cheeks, seeming to send hot nails into her flesh.
<Whack Whack Whack Whack> Now all three of them had their
belts off and were pummeling her mercilessly, sending her body
bucking and thrashing in her bonds in pain, incoherent pleas and
cries coming from her mouth as she begged them to stop between
screams of agony. Anything, her mind cried, anything to make them
stop. The pain seemed to reach a plateau, an unbearable level where
the beating became a dull background to the constant throbbing
agony in her body. Then it suddenly skyrocketed, and blackness
clouded her vision as a belt slapped wetly against her cunt, sending
sharp shards of pain lancing through her body and mind.
Again as agony flared through her groin, making the pain in the
rest of her body recede into a dull ache. Her voice was raw from
screaming and when the belt landed a third time the agony blinded
her for a moment.
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