Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Bikini Model Gang Rape
Date: 9 Nov 1995 23:42:09 GMT

		       Bikini Model Gang-Rape

	She should've known better, but she listened to her stupid
boyfriend. It seemed so easy: on their trip to Columbia, he'd pick up
a couple of ounces of coke from a guy he knew and they'd just smuggle
it home and party it up back in San Diego. It was supposed to be so
easy.

	Staci's parents, both doctors, had sprung for the trip for her
eighteenth birthday. They were proud of their daughter, she'd just
graduated form high school and was just starting to model bikinis for
a local swim wear company - and she had the look, long, straight,
blonde past the middle of her back, blue eyes, a very pretty face,
nice full tits, slender legs, and a perfect little ass - she could go
far modeling - and the money was good, but the work was not real
steady and Steve, her boyfriend, pretty much just surfed and hung-out.
So her parents thought it would be good for Staci to visit another
culture and to see some of the pre-Columbian ruins and artifacts
strewn throughout the region and hopefully spark her interest in going
to college. Well, Steve had other ideas, ideas Staci liked too as they
took off for their two weeks.

	They spent a few days in Bogota, but then they checked out of
their hotel and headed into the mountains south of the city, to a
little mountain village where Steve's friend Paulo lived.

	Everything went as planned: they met Steve's friend, and
stayed with him for a couple of days, then they bought the coke, two
ounces of absolutely pure cocaine for $200. Incredible. They packed it
into balloons and Staci went into the other room and unbuttoned her
faded, cut-off "Daisy-May" short- shorts, let them fall around her
ankles, slipped her little white g-string down, and inserted both
balloons deep into her pussy. It felt kind of good slipping in, a deep
tingly sensation like having a huge dick inside her but without being
sexually stimulated; she liked it.

	As they drove away, back towards Bogota, they waved goodbye to
Paulo and the little village. They planned to spend the rest of their
last week in the Capital, sight seeing and doing up lines.

	About ten miles from the outskirts of the city as they bumped
along the rutted road in the damp tropical heat they saw a road block
up ahead. They looked like government troops. Staci looked nervous as
she brushed some wet blonde hair from her face.

	Two guys in military jungle fatigues holding machine guns
stood in the road. Steve stopped the car. They approached on both
sides. Staci stared straight ahead as the guard on her side walked
around the vehicle. Steve handed the guard at his window their
passports and the papers showing the car to be a rental. The guard
looked at the papers and into the car at Steve and Staci, then he
yelled in Spanish and pointed the machine gun at them, other men
jumped off the trucks and pointed their machine guns at the car, Steve
and Staci froze in panic.

	The guard screamed and waved his gun, motioning them out of
the car. They both held their hands out to show themselves unarmed and
tried to get out of the car. As Steve opened his door the guard lunged
and struck him sharply on the head with his machine gun, then swiftly
kicked Steve in the face. Steve was still dangling in the car as the
guard grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out of the car and
violently kicked Steve in the ribs, rolling him onto his back. Steve
begged as Staci screamed and sobbed. Two guards directed her to the
hood of the car where she stood shaking and holding her face as tears
streamed down.

	There was still a lot of commotion and screaming and gun
pointing as Steve remained on the ground on his back and Staci stood
motionless. Waiting. They knew they'd been caught. Paulo.

	An officer stepped out from a jeep on the right side of the
road. He'd been watching the whole thing. He walked up to Steve and
asked calmly in broken English,

	"Where is the coca my friend?" and he smiled down at Steve,
revealing his three, gold capped, upper front teeth.

	Steve belted out, "What coke? We don't have shit." His voice
trailed away.

	The officer smiled again, a sadistic smile, as he placed the
sole of his shiny, black jack-boot on Steve's face and pressed down
hard and grinding.

	"Where is the coca?" Steve started to scream as his face
bruised and began to bleed under the pressure. "You Americanos come
here and think you can do what you please, raping my country and my
people, I will show you." And he stomped down on Steve's chest
knocking the wind out of him.

	He turned and faced Staci who stood terrorized. As the officer
started over to where she stood she began to back up slowly. Two steps
back and the strong hands of guards clamped down on her arms and held
her firm. The officer smiled as he approached, his gold teeth
glimmering. She struggled, twisting and jerking to get free, but the
guards held her tight. Steve rolled onto his hands and knees and
watched in pain.

	The officer shouted something in Spanish and the guards forced
Staci to the ground, two more guards ran over. She screamed for help,
as they held her down and ripped the buttons on her shorts open and
pulled them off her. Staci struggled in the dirt as the four guards
held her down.

	The officer pulled his shiny steel knife from its sheath and
Staci stopped struggling and screaming as she watched the blade glint
in the sun. Steve tried to get up but a guard struck him with the butt
of his rifle from behind and knock him to the ground again, where he
could only watch, helpless.

	The officer knelt down by Staci's waist. She lay motionless,
watching the blade. The officer enjoying her fear, gently placed the
razor-sharp tip on her smooth, tender neck. She swallowed. He ran the
tip between her tits. He said something in Spanish and there was a
nervous laughter. He ran the blade down to her tan stomach, and across
her tight hard muscles, down to her pelvis, where he drew the blade
across the pelvic bones which protruded slightly, and back up to the
elastic strap of her white g-string, where, with a quick flick, he cut
the elastic. The cut strap revealed her very white tan lines from her
bikini. Staci began to beg.

	"No, no please stop. We'll leave. No please." She clenched as
the officer cut the other elastic band. She started to cry as he took
the point of the blade and lifted her panties away revealing her
pussy. Her dark tan lines contrasted sharply with her white skin where
her light brown pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into a little
strip. Her pussy lips were shaved completely. The officer said
something else in Spanish and the guards spread Staci's legs wide
open. She continued to sob as he took his knife and ran it through her
muff and down to her pussy lips, he ran the long, sharpened edge down
her inner thigh as if shaving her and said,

	"Shave very nice, no." He said something else in Spanish to
another wave of nervous laughter. Then he plunged the knife violently
down into the soil between her legs and Staci screamed as all the
guards laughed and Steve watched.

	Staci watched as the officer stuck two dirty fingers from his
right hand into his mouth. He smiled as she struggled and twisted as
he inserted then into her pussy. She cried,

	"No, no, please."

	The officer said something in Spanish as felt around inside
her, she could feel his fingers probing inside her, moving the
balloons around, he was enjoying this, then he pulled one of the
balloons out of Staci's widespread snatch. He sniffed it and examined
the balloon before handing it to another guard, who smiled as he held
it and watched. The officer slipped his fingers back inside Staci, in
past his knuckles, she could feel his big hand stretching her as he
took his time violating her, before he smiled and pulled the second
balloon out. He handed the second balloon to the guard and he said
something in Spanish as he started to undo his pants.

	Staci started to scream again and fight but the guards held
her firmly to the ground. She was pinned and helpless as his belt
buckle fell open and he started to undo his fly. He shouted something
and two guards drug Steve over to where he could watch clearly. They
both held the barrels of their guns to his head. The officer said,

	"If you move, they will shoot you."

	Steve watched as the officer pulled his hard prick out of his
pants and climbed on top of Staci. She screamed and struggled as she
felt his rigid rod beginning to penetrate. It hurt as he rammed it
inside and started to fuck her. She cried as he looked down at her,
his bad breath blowing onto her face, his meaningless words in time
with each violating trust. His dirty tongue licked her face and ear,
she turned her face away but he kept groaning and grunting on top of
her until he finally jammed his big prick all the way inside her and
came. He twitched and groaned as his cum flooded her violated hole.

	Staci looked up at him with hatred as he smiled down, she
could see his gold caps and rotting teeth, his pitted and pocked
greasy face. He pulled his spent, cum covered cock out of her and
flopped it back into his pants, and did them up. He stood up and, as
he walked away, he said something in Spanish. The other ten men from
the detachment whooped and hollered and shouted in Spanish as they
surrounded Staci. Steve lay helpless on the ground, a boot in his back
and two guns to his head as he watched fourteen soldiers gang-rape his
girlfriend.

	Four guys held her down as the others took turns raping her.
They ripped her t-shirt off and groped and pulled at her snow white
tits and hard little nipples as guy after guy got between her legs and
fucked her. The officer's cum lubricated her tight little pussy so
each soldier got a nice juicy hole to wildly fuck as they traded-off,
each enjoying her.

	Staci stopped struggling after the fifth or sixth guy had
fucked her, but they still held her tight. There was a frenzy around
her; hands rubbed and pulled and pinched, she felt guy after guy climb
on top of her, his weight pressing down as he found her raped pussy,
and penetrated. Fucking her hard, she could feel their cocks inside
her, filling her, violating her, she could feel their heavy balls
slapping her asshole, their stubbled, dirty faces smiling down at her,
saying things in Spanish, pounding and pounding, their awful breath as
they panted and gasped, and just before they would cum they would pull
out and let some other dirty soldier find her hole and fuck her.
Soldier after soldier took his turn again and again.

	Steve tried to close his eyes but the guards made him watch.
He watched as each of the soldiers finally climbed between Staci's
widespread legs and fucked her until they pumped their cum deep inside
her pussy.

	Staci could feel the cum fill her cunt. She felt looser and
sloppier with each guy. She could feel the cum being forced out of her
pussy as each new cock pushed in; it bubbled and farted as it seeped
out and ran down over her asshole and smeared between her legs until
she was a gooey, sticky, cum soaked mess as each guy's cock slipped in
and out of her. The soldiers didn't care, they each wanted to have a
chance to cum inside a white American bitch, especially a beautiful,
long-haired blonde, big- titted white girl just like the American
magazines they jack-off to.

	Finally it was over, as the last guy grunted and grimaced as
he pumped his load inside her well fucked and cum draining cunt. Steve
could here the sloppy pussy farts over where he lay and watched as the
last guy pulled his ten-inch tool from Staci's completely stretched
and splattered, gang-raped hole.