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Archive name: danjones.txt (M+/F, rp, graphic-v)
Authors name: Wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : DAN JONES

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Wiley06

Jan Wilson chided her Chihuahua as he tugged at the 
leash. She loved this time of day-a few hours after 
work, the night air cool, the moon peeking full between 
the trees, and she loved living near the park, even 
though it was small. Only four blocks of trees and 
grasses and hidden paths to wander in, to lose herself 
from her daily worries of life. 

She stretched her arms over her head, her thirty four 
year old 5'3" frame beautiful in the dim light, her 
small breasts pushing insistently against a plain white 
T-shirt, her legs, strong and shaped by years of gym in 
college filled out her faded denim jeans, while her ass 
was round and full and tight. She shook her straight 
brown hair, falling just below her shoulders and parted 
down the middle, out of her eyes, the ends curling up 
slightly. Her skin was a creamy white, setting off her 
brown eyes and pale lips, her features strong and 
youngish for a woman her age. Her face brightened as 
she smiled indulgently down at the Chihuahua as he 
tugged again at the leash, barking madly at something 
around the bend in the path.

Dan Jones and five of his coworkers down at the factory 
had just gotten finished with a drinking and bitching 
session; each had been screwed royally by their ex's in 
their divorces and each was brooding in the still cool 
air of the evening, the smell of sweat and dirt and 
beer wafting around them as the bunched together, some 
instinct drawing them close. Some damn dog's barking, 
he thought as the sound split the air, disturbing the 
men as the rounded a bend in the path, a tiny dog 
barking madly at them, straining at the chain while 
some woman held it easily back and stepped to the side 
of the path to let them pass. He saw her slip on the 
edge of the paved walk and her hand slipped from the 
leash, her dog darting forward, nipping at Tyrone's 
ankles.

"God damn son of a bitch," Tyrone cursed as the damned 
rat bit his ankle before screeching in pain and 
scampering off at full speed as he kicked it viciously. 

"What the hell's wrong with your dog lady?" he snarled, 
turning toward the woman.

"Oh god, T-Cup. Come back T-Cup," she called after her 
dog, trying to follow her fleeing pet, only to be 
brought up short by a hand gripping her upper arm. What 
the... she thought as she looked at the hand-it was 
large and black, fitting the man to whom it was 
attached. She looked up at him and tried to pull away 
as he shook her.

"Your damned dog bit me, lady. Look at this." He held 
up his ankle, showing a small scratch and a bit of 
blood. "What are you going to do about it lady?"
"Let go of me," she shook free of his hand and 
straightened up, looking around herself, assessing the 
situation. It didn't look good to her-the six men 
formed a half circle around her and the large black 
man, and every one of them smelled of filth and 
alcohol. She shuddered slightly and spoke up. "I'm 
sorry about my dog. Here," she fumbled with her purse, 
pulling out a pen and paper, "here's my name and phone 
number. I'll pay for the doctor's bills and I'll bring 
in T-Cup so he can be tested." She held out the paper.

Dan watched Tyrone closely. He had been admiring the 
woman-with her small, tight, muscular body, her small 
tits, her narrow waist, her big brown eyes, and could 
see that Tyrone saw it too. She was a looker, a real 
looker, and here she was, all alone, no one around, in 
this park. For a moment the face of his ex-wife overlay 
hers as she stood there, and he wanted to hurt her, 
hurt her bad. He shook himself, smiling as he thought 
of what he could do to her if she was his ex.

Tyrone took the paper from her fingers. "Well, Jan, I 
don't think this is going to be satisfactory." Dan 
could see his eyes shining, and he stepped forward, 
closer to them, sensing the others doing the same-it 
was as if they were all of one mind, a pack closing in 
for the kill.

"What do you mean? I...I don't have any money on me...I 
never carry money on my walks." Jan stepped back; 
fumbling at her purse, fear blossoming as she looked at 
the suddenly feral faces of these men, the park turning 
from a place of joy to a place of terror so suddenly.

"I don't want your money, BITCH," Tyrone yelled, 
lunging forward, grabbing the woman by her shoulders as 
she turned to run, jerking her toward him as he 
enclosed her in a bear hug as she screamed and fought 
against him.

"Shut the bitch up shut the bitch up," Tyrone was 
yelling, and Dan quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape 
from his work-belt and moved in, shoving aside the 
others who had crowded close. His cock jerked as he saw 
the fear in her eyes as she thrashed in Tyrone's arm, 
fear which grew as he ripped off a one foot piece of 
tape and covered her screaming mouth, Tommy gripping 
her hair to hold her head still.

This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening 
her mind kept telling her as one of the men put piece 
after piece of duct tape over her mouth before finally 
wrapping a piece all the way around her head, muffling 
her screams to plaintive bleating. Adrenaline coursed 
through her body as the black man forced her to the 
ground on her belly, lying on top of her, suffocating 
her. Oh my lord Jesus she tried to focus, to focus on 
prayers, to remove herself from this situation, to take 
her mind away from the horror as they grabbed her arms 
and twisted them behind her, making her cry out in pain 
as they bound her wrists behind her. The wind was 
knocked out of her as they flipped her onto her back, 
and she stared up at the faces of six animals, their 
faces twisted in hate and lust as they stared down at 
her, the hands of the black man tearing at the buttons 
on her jeans.

Fucking bitch, Dan thought, fucking bitch was going to 
get it good- real good. Her eyes were wide as she 
stared up at them, the buttons on her jeans popping 
open as Tyrone tore at them. A sudden thought struck 
him, and he grabbed Tyrone by the shoulder, "Wait. Not 
here. It's too open. There's a restroom just up that 
way," he pointed. "Let's take the bitch there and enjoy 
this." He saw Tyrone look at him, his eyes glazed over 
with hate, and grunt, lifting the squirming, struggling 
woman to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder.
"Lead on, Dan."

Dan hurried to bathroom, the smell of it reaching him 
long before he entered it, the smell of old urine and 
flooded toilets, the floor damp and fragrant as his 
boots slipped on the tile. The dim light of the bulb 
overhead barely illuminated the small space, a space 
now crowded with six men and their victim. Two urinals 
stood on one of the walls and a single toilet stood 
open against the other. He moved in with the others to 
surround the woman.

Jan choked in terror and humiliation with the press of 
bodies and hands around her. Hands tugged at her pants, 
pulling them from her legs, ripping off her shoes with 
them, the cool air raising goose bumps on her legs, the 
sweat of fear coating them as hands gripped and prodded 
and pinched her thighs. She squirmed uncontrollably as 
fingers jabbed at her cunt and others reached under her 
shirt, pushing aside her bra to claw at her breasts, 
her small nipples standing out firm as fingernails 
scratched over them, sending pain lancing through her 
body.

Dan lifted the cunt's shirt over her head and left it 
pressing against the back of her neck before slicing 
off her bra. She was such a fine piece of meat, and she 
was going to get what was coming to her-bitches like 
these were good for one thing, fucking. This one was 
going to be taught her place. He sensed a maniacal grin 
on his face as he twisted her breast in his hand, 
feeling her body tense in pain, the hands of the others 
tearing her panties off, fingers jabbing at her cunt, 
hands mauling her firm, tight ass.

"MMMMGGGGFFFFFF!" she screamed through the gag as the 
big black man forced her hard to her knees, her naked 
flesh bruising against the hard, slimy floor, her 
lithe, strong body struggling against the hands of the 
men tearing at her body, poking and prodding into her 
cunt and ass and twisting and tweaking her nipples and 
breasts. This couldn't be happening she still thought 
even as fingers wormed their way into her tight cunt, 
making her body shudder in pain even as more fingers 
forced their way into her ass. Her whole body was on 
fire with pain and fear as she felt a hand at the back 
of her neck, forcing her head down, making her grunt as 
her collar bones slammed against the edge of a toilet, 
flooded with piss and shit.

She tried to recoil in horror as the stench hit her, 
fear making bile rise in her throat as a man pushed her 
head down, laughter rising from viscous throats as she 
heard someone say, "Let's see this bitch eat shit!" She 
sucked in a quick breath as her head was forced beneath 
the foul water, the taste of shit and piss harsh on her 
tongue as her nostrils filled with the foul fluid of 
the toilet.

Dan watched as the bitch was forced to her knees and 
her head dunked into the toilet, loving the way her 
body squirmed in panic, as it was being abuse. Tyrone 
had pulled out his cock, eight inches long and thick, 
and was between the cunt's thighs now. He kneeled down 
and put a hand against her belly, the firm muscles 
flexing and writhing in agony and terror under her skin 
making his cock throb as Tyrone dug his fingers into 
her hips, his cock pressing harder and harder against 
her dry, tight cunt.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't breath, her lungs 
burned and she wanted to scream, relief from terror 
only momentary as her head was yanked from the toilet 
by her sopping hair, her chest heaving outward as she 
sucked in precious air through her nose, the taste of 
human waste strong in her mouth as the tape had soaked 
it up, bleeding the foulness into her mouth. Suddenly 
she felt something big pushing against her cunt and 
shook her head violently, her eyes rolling in her head 
like a frightened colt's.

"Gonna fuck you bitch, gonna pound you you fucking 
whore," Dan heard Tyrone say as he slid his hand up to 
her hanging breasts and pushed the hands of the others 
aside, gripping the tit meat hard in his hand as he 
felt her body buck, a scream echoing through her chest 
as Tyrone drove his cock hard into her cunt, spearing 
her white flesh with his black. He felt her whole body 
trembling with pain as her chest heaved and he mauled 
her tit meat as hard as he could, feeling another 
scream echo through her chest to die at the tape around 
her mouth. He dropped his pants and freed his cock as 
he watched her fingers curl above her ass, helpless 
like she was helpless.

The pain shocked her; the agony of the cock raping her 
cunt drove an animal cry from her throat, the cry of a 
helpless animal. She could feel every inch of it as it 
rammed its way into her sheath, forcing the flesh of 
her cunt to part, stretching it painfully, tearing at 
its dry walls. When his hips hit her ass and he ground 
his cock deep in her belly the pain and humiliation 
made her nauseous, and she swallowed bile along with 
the foulness of the toilet. Then pain clawed at her 
breast and she screamed again, her whole body shaking 
in agony and terror and humiliation.

The next few minutes for her was a blur, the cock 
reaming out her cunt a jabbing agony in her groin, the 
hands mauling her breasts a dull agony through her 
chest, the hands holding her head under the foul water 
of the toilet driving fear deep into the pit of her 
belly. It was a hellish haze of pain and fear and 
humiliation as these six men tormented her.

Dan couldn't take any more. He pushed the others aside 
and grabbed the cunt by the hair, ripping off the tape 
quickly and brutally as he dragged her to the side, 
forcing Tyrone to turn with her, his cock pistoning out 
of her cunt madly, her ass-cheeks quivering with each 
stroke. Her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream as the 
final piece of tape came off, and he shoved his cock 
into it, the warmth of her mouth making his whole body 
tingle with pleasure. He grabbed her ears like handles 
and jerked his hips forward, making her gag and choke, 
wanting to hurt her, wanting to make her pay for 
everything a woman had done to him. Again and again he 
rammed his turgid cock against her throat, her body 
brutally pinioned between the two men, until she gagged 
violently and he pushed hard into her face, feeling his 
cock slide down her pulsing throat, his hips slamming 
into her face, a feeling of power overwhelming him as 
he took this cunt on her knees before him.

Jan thought she was going to die-that he was going to 
kill her with his cock. Her cunt still ached from the 
brutal fucking it was receiving, but was nothing 
compared to the terror and pain of the cock in her 
mouth, jabbing like a knife into her throat. She began 
gagging and retching as he forced it into her virgin 
throat, her whole body spasming, rejecting what was 
happening to it. No more! Her mind screamed as 
blackness clouded her vision, his hips slamming into 
her nose and his balls slapping against her chin. No 
more! She wanted to scream as the man behind her ground 
his hips against her soft ass-cheeks and groaned as he 
spilled his seed into her, making her turn read in 
shame and humiliation even as her head was jerked back 
and forth, a man's cock stabbing in and out of her 
throat, fucking her face brutally, violently.

He looked down at her head as he slammed his hips into 
her face again, his cock throbbing in her throat as he 
fucked her face. He wanted to tear her ears off, rip 
her tits off, and he felt a grin lust and hate twisting 
his lips as he looked down at Tyrone coming into the 
whore's cunt, to be replaced almost instantly by Tommy, 
taking his turn at her cunt.

"Good fuck." Tyrone grunted as he staggered to his 
feet, the others standing, cocks out, waiting their 
turn now.

"Tight cunt," Tommy grimaced as he forced his way into 
the bitch's cunt, slapping her ass for good measure.
Dan growled as he felt his seed boil up within him, and 
began fucking her face harder, feeling her nose smash 
beneath his onslaught, the warmth of her blood on his 
pubis setting him off as he ground his cock deep inside 
her throat, her lips mashed against his flesh as string 
after string of come flooded down her throat into her 
belly.

She was dizzy with pain as she felt her nose begin to 
bleed and the cock in her throat begin to throb, the 
smell of come joining the smell of shit and piss and 
her own bile to make her spirit quail in humiliation 
and shame. She knew another man was raping her cunt as 
the man in her throat pulled out and dropped her face 
to the floor, her cheek smearing the blood from her 
nose with the slime in the floor to cover the side of 
her face. Her hair, filled with flecks of shit, fell 
over her face and into her mouth, but she didn't care, 
didn't care about anything except having this end, of 
having it over with, the pain, the terror, the 
humiliation.

Dan stood as Gregory knelt at the front of her, 
reaching for her hair. The bitch needs it, needs to be 
shown her place, he thought as he looked at her 
battered body on its knees, her ass in the air like an 
offering, her head on the floor in filth and blood. All 
cunts' need to be shown, he thought again, kicking her 
in the belly as Gregory lifted her head and drove his 
cock down her throat while Tommy continued to pork the 
cunt from behind.

It began to whirl around her as cock after cock 
violated her throat and cunt, the pain spreading to a 
dull ache as the men spilled their come in her helpless 
body, using her like a piece of meat for their 
pleasure, her body a rag doll, twisted and torn this 
way and that by their cocks. She shuddered and shook 
and writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, her mind 
dull to the terror but alive to the pain, each moment 
an eternity as a cock barreled into her cunt or down 
her throat. Suddenly she felt something pressing 
against her ass and she wanted to scream, to cry, to 
fight, to die, but the cock in her throat and the hands 
holding her didn't let her do anything. 

John had the right idea, Dan thought, his cock almost 
recovered as he watched John slide his wet cock from 
the cunt's pussy and press it against her small 
sphincter. "Give it to her in the ass!" he encouraged 
John, "hurt the bitch." He saw the terror grip her body 
as she felt what was about to happen to her, saw the 
slight tensing of overused muscles, the sucking in of 
her stomach, the quivering of her tits as they hung 
beneath her, the tensing of her ass-cheeks, the frantic 
movements of her bound hands as John held them to one 
side. He heard the grunting pleas as he grabbed her 
wrists and lifted them above her back, watching in 
pleasure as John's cock began to bend the tight flesh 
of her anus, her sphincter beginning to slide open as 
he forced his cock inexorably downward.

She struggled vainly as she felt the cock press into 
her ass, pain greater than anything she had felt before 
stabbing through her body as his cock popped past her 
anal ring, a scream bubbling around the cock in her 
throat as more come flooded straight into her gut. It 
felt like she was being torn apart, the cock driving 
inch by inch into her virgin passage, the agony a fire 
engulfing her ass, shooting through her nerves as she 
shook and screamed and tears ran down her face in 
rivulets, the harsh sound of her own terror and screams 
and the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in 
her ears as one of them began slapping the side of her 
tits.

Another man found her mouth to drown her screams as 
John forced his cock all the way into her ass and began 
reaming her out, grimacing with the pain such a tight 
fit afforded him, drawing his cock back slowly before 
jabbing it brutally back in, loving the way she shook 
and screamed, loving the way her ass clenched his cock 
as if it were in a vise. He grinned at Dan and slapped 
the cunt's ass as he pulled out before jamming his cock 
back into her clutching ass, watching the way his cock 
disappeared into her shaking, writhing, sweating body.

Her anal rape seemed to go on forever, each motion a 
tearing of her insides, an explosion of pain, which 
seemed never-ending. Her throat was raw from the throat 
fucking and her lips cracked and bleeding, her nose 
clogged with blood. Her mind felt only pain, wished 
only for surcease. Her tits flared into pain again as 
someone pulled at the nipples, but it was as nothing to 
the agony coursing through her from her ass. She could 
feel every inch of the cock buried deep inside her 
bowels, and she screamed around the cock in her throat 
each time it moved.

Dan took his next turn on the cunt's ass, loving the 
way it made her squeal and shudder in his grasp. He 
finished in her cunt, sloppy from the other's come, her 
body limp and exhausted from being repeatedly raped by 
all six of them. She barely made a noise when he 
slapped her ass hard, and he grinned to himself as he 
spilled his seed inside her. This cunt had learned her 
place-a piece of meat to be fucked and discarded.

She slid to the floor as the last of her rapists 
finished using her, her whole body one mass of aching 
pain. She stayed unmoving as hands rolled her onto her 
back, her legs spread, her cunt a swollen mass of 
tissue, her pubic hair matted with come and slime from 
the floor, her breasts red with small tears in the 
flesh from the abuse they had taken, her lips swollen 
and bleeding, her nose dripping blood, her face and 
hair covered with blood and come and shit. She groaned 
weakly as she felt the first stream of piss against her 
face, turning her battered face to one side as it 
bounced from her teeth. A second, then third, stream 
hit her thighs and her cunt, and them urine was 
flooding over her body, her breasts, her cunt, her 
hair, her mouth, her nose, her belly, as she writhed 
weakly in the filth of the bathroom, the one week light 
illuminating her torment. Finally the streams ceased 
and the men left her there, a used doll, a broken 
puppet they had used to release their hatred. She was 
barely conscious enough to notice that T-Cup had 
returned and was licking her face, whining softly.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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