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A Taste of Scum - 2
by Urs (fenrissilvern@yahoo.com)

***

Part two of the unfortunate adventure a housewife and a 
soccer mom has with two less than caring gentlemen. 
(MMF, nc, rp)

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3. 

The common understanding is that once the stimulus 
overstays its welcome, it stops being effective. The 
pain lasts until the numbness kicks in. For instance, 
try hitting yourself in the eye, repeatedly. Sure, at 
first, you’re in agony but over time, the whole area 
turns numb and the hits don’t really produce any result 
any more. Right?

Well, it depends on how you define result. Keep hitting 
yourself, and you’ll poke your eye out. Keep scratching 
that itch and you’ll draw blood eventually, then strip 
the flesh off the bone. The point is – numbness itself 
doesn’t really help. The damage keeps getting done. You 
can pretend you don’t care, but you’ll care in the end. 
You will.

This was approximately what Susan was thinking about as 
they walked her across the sidewalk, through the door 
and up the stairs. With a lot less reliance on clumsy 
metaphors, of course. Her heels clicked and produced 
dull echoes that had something mean and ominous about 
them. She knew that the things were getting worse. 

Being forced to orally satisfy a man in a car is 
humiliating, scary and horrible. But being taken into 
an ugly, decrepit building, her arm under Shane’s, cold 
metal of his knife touching the small of her back, that 
promised a whole new area of ugliness. Susan was 
shivering. This could not be happening. Not to her. Not 
to her. What has she done? What has she done to deserve 
this? How could this be true?

Every step up the stairs felt like a step on a descent 
to hell. Her heart pounded so hard she could barely 
hear anything. In between bursts of panic, thoughts of 
hope ran through her head. After all, it is the hope 
that dies last, isn’t it? Perhaps somebody will see 
them. Perhaps she can scream. Perhaps she can attract 
somebody’s attention. 

The only person they did see on the way to Shane’s 
apartment was a black guy at the bottom of the stairs, 
apparently out of his head with something or other, his 
big eyes gleaming white in the dark. Susan felt Shane 
pressing the blade deeper into her back, as a reminder 
of the special circumstances they were all in. She kept 
silent. 

To the black guy, or any other potential witness, she 
certainly looked like a drunken slut being helped 
upstairs by a duet of her lovers for tonight. This time 
around her legs were shaky from mortal fear, not from 
alcohol, but this difference was hardly visible. If 
there was the good side to all this, it’s the fact 
nobody could see Susan’s face with her makeup smeared 
and mixed with her spit and Shane’s cum. Not much to be 
happy about, admittedly, but you take what you can.

It wasn’t about the things possibly going to get worse. 
The things were getting worse. Susan knew that. She 
could have sucked Mick in the car as well. It would 
have been terrible and humiliating but that would have 
been on the same level with what she did for Shane. But 
now... The things were getting worse.

Exhibit A: As soon as Shane unlocked the door and 
switched the light on, Mick grabbed Susan’s hair and 
threw her to the floor, savagely. The stakes are going 
up. Bring on the next round.

"Boy, you are getting somewhat impatient, or the bitch 
just tripped?" asked Shane sarcastically. 

"Well, you know, old boy, I figure, now that we’re 
home, let’s relax and stop pretending we’re model 
citizens. I say we give in to the passion and let our 
bodies do the talking."

Susan knew a bad omen when she saw it. Getting up was 
probably not the best idea, but then again, it really 
made no difference after all. Slowly, she got back to 
her feet and stood in the middle of the room shivering. 
She knew that this was it. Now there was no more hope. 
No unexpected last-minute saves. No accidental passers-
by to rescue her before the beasts rape her. 

A tall, scared figure in the middle of a scary room 
decorated with foul smell, dim light and alien sounds. 
A tall, shivering body getting ready for the battle it 
could never win. There’s only one thing to do. She knew 
they wanted it. She knew they will be thriving on it. 
But there’s only one thing to do. 

"Please... Please... I am begging you, please," she 
whispered through her hurting throat. "I can’t do this, 
please, I can give you money, just let me go, 
please..."

Shane was flipping through his CD collection and 
laughed a heartfelt laugh.

"Ooo she’s so nice. She’ll give us money." He picked a 
CD with a satisfied look on his face and threw it into 
the tray. 

"Listen, bitch, what do you think is stopping us from 
taking all your money AND then raping your stupid brain 
out? Why do you think you’re in any position to 
negotiate?"

Good question. Susan couldn’t say anything as her 
throat closed for a second.

Music was a lot louder than the radio they had in the 
car. Heavy beats made the invisible glass objects in 
Shane’s apartment rattle in sync. The mood in the room 
became notably more evil in a kind of a jovial way. 

More begging. Nothing else there. No other weapon at 
her disposal, just the near infinite supply of self 
humiliation she could provide. 

"But... please... I can’t... I can’t do this... please, 
I am begging you, I’ll give you everything I have, I 
can write you a check and I have more money at home, 
please..."

Shane fished a can of beer out of the depths of the 
fridge. 

"Please... please... I have kids... I... You... You 
have mothers don’t you, please..."

Emotions? Nice try.

Mick was slowly getting undressed.

"Mothers? Awww, you just broke my heart, woman. You 
hear that, Shane? She is appealing to our feelings 
towards our mothers."

"Well, personally, I don’t really recall my mother" 
Shane said looking nowhere in particular and trying to 
sound philosophical between sips of beer, "But I do 
recall my stepmother and let me tell you, I always 
wanted to fuck the bitch."

"I wouldn’t mind fucking my mother, to be honest," Mick 
said looking thoughtful. "Hell, everybody else on the 
block did. Let’s see if I can squeeze some oedipal kick 
out of fucking this bitch."

Can this be real? Can this be real? God, why? Why?

"God, please, don’t you have any mercy?"

Susan was breaking into tears, standing in the middle 
of the badly lit and badly maintained room, her clothes 
on, but her dignity being stripped with each passing 
second. 

"Look, bitch," Mick cut in. "Your yakking is starting 
to annoy me. I figure you’d better start doing 
something amusing or we might be forced to cut some 
body parts off you just to keep ourselves entertained."

"No..."

"You really need to get that word out of your 
dictionary, at least when we talk love and carnal 
pleasures." Mick was now naked from the waist up and 
Susan could see the tattoos on his arms. "But 
seriously, you are becoming annoying. And, you know, 
annoy Shane enough and he’ll do something nasty, like 
cut off your tits for example."

He started undoing his shoelaces.

"I’d hate to see that, at least this early into the 
evening, so to prevent Shane from being annoyed by the 
stream of bullshit coming from your mouth, I say we do 
something less radical."

He looked into her eyes with an evil grin on his face. 

"Take your panties off."

Susan blinked. She knew this was coming sooner or 
later. That didn’t help. She couldn’t move. Not here. 
Not in front of them. No. 

"I said, take them OFF!" Mick repeated, irritated and 
angry.

No, sweet Lord, now could she do it? How could she 
possibly do that?

Shane put his beer can down with a sigh and reached for 
the knife.

"Sometimes they do need some encouragement. Perhaps I 
just hack of a nipple for starters. Hey, Susan, you 
ever seen Ichi the Killer? You know, zzzzzzp, ooops, no 
nipples here anymore, move along, nothing to see here." 
He made a few steps towards her, the light shining off 
menacingly from the blade in his hand. 

He will hurt her. He will mutilate her. Forever. No... 
No.. no,no,no,no,no,
"No, no, no, stop, please" screamed Susan backing off 
from him. She hit a wall after two steps. Think 
quickly. Think slowly. There’s only one solution. 
Really. "Stop, I’ll do it, God, stop, I’ll take them 
off."

Quickly, she reached beneath her skirt and took the 
panties off. Not an easy task when you are on heels as 
high as the ones she had on, but nevertheless she was 
holding her black, tiny panties in her hand in a matter 
of seconds.

"See, I knew you would improve your behaviour with some 
appropriate encouragement" Mick was grinning even wider 
as he approached her. "Let me see that. Oh, a lace 
thong, what an excellent choice, madam!" He took the 
panties from her and brought them to his nose. Susan 
was shivering from fear and shame. 

"Wow, dude! You know what? These panties are SOAKED!! 
And they smell of pussy like a motherfucker. The bitch 
got really wet somewhere down the line!"

"You sure it’s not just that she pissed herself from 
fright?" asked Shane ironically.

"Aww, dude, have some faith, why be so negative all the 
time? The lady is wet because she ran into us. After 
all, two strapping young lads like us are a premium 
prize for an old skank like her. She was fishing for 
cock all evening, dude, and she got wet along the way."

Susan trembled where she stood. His words made her feel 
so guilty. It wasn’t the derogatory tone he was using 
or the names he called her. It was that he was right. 
In part. He was right. How could she? How could she?

"Right. Lovely." concluded Mick after inspecting her 
underwear. "Now, to ensure you stop talking for a while 
and have some time to meditate on the whole thing, 
let’s see you open that filthy mouth of yours."

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He was not going to do it. 
No. No, no way.

Susan made a step backwards but the wall was still 
there.

It took two slaps. Mick hit her a lot harder than Shane 
did back in the car. She would have fallen to the 
floor, but the wall behind her prevented even that 
escape route. In panic, she raised her arms, covered 
her face with her hands. Anything, just to protect her 
face. Anything. However, Mick was a lot stronger than 
his tiny frame (or rascally moustache) suggested. He 
removed both her arms easily and hit her again. And 
again. He did it with passion, he did it with obvious 
pleasure. 

"Stop!! Please!!" Susan was screaming. "God, please 
stop, I’ll do it, please just stop!!!"

She’d do it. She’ll do it. Anything to make him stop 
hitting her.

"Now that’s a good whore. I knew you’d understand." 
Mick made a little ball out of her pants. "Not that I 
particularly mind hitting women, mind you."

She forced herself to stand still and open her mouth. 
Mick stuffed the panties into her mouth, slowly, 
methodically. He was pleased with himself when all of 
it was in. Susan could taste herself. Susan was 
extremely ashamed. She stood motionless, her arms at 
her sides, her head bowed down. Tears came gushing 
down. He had her do something awful, something indecent 
and ghastly. She did it to save herself from pain. That 
didn’t make her feel much better. She had problems 
breathing because of the fabric in her mouth. Mick 
walked around her, taking time exploring her figure. 

"Right, what we have here is an old whore. But still 
useful. Yeah, I figure we can still have some fun." He 
approached her from the back, forcing her to make a few 
steps forwards. She felt him reach from behind and 
place his hands on her breasts. She felt the urge to 
run, to scream, to hit him. She did none of the above. 
She continued crying as his hands squeezed her breasts 
increasingly harder. The sensation of being helpless, 
of being totally at their mercy increased with every 
second, with every move his greedy fingers made on her 
breasts.

"That feels like a good pair you have there" said Mick. 
"Shane, man, why don’t you break out the camera? We 
have some first class goods here it seems. Let’s 
preserve the memory for the coming generations."

"Good idea, my man, good idea." Shane found the camera 
and started playing with the controls as Mick continued 
playing cruelly with Susan’s breasts. 

"Oh, God, not so hard, you’re hurting me, please..." 
she uttered as his hands became less exploratory and 
more torturously invasive. 

"No shit? Hurting you?" By the tone of his voice Mick 
was having the time of his life. "You’re such a pussy, 
Susan. I haven’t even STARTED hurting you. You’ll know 
when that happens, don’t worry." 

Susan felt her legs turning to lead on these words. She 
wanted to beg some more but her throat wouldn’t make 
any sound.

"But be smart and you might get by without permanent 
damage, OK? Don’t piss me off, do what I tell you and 
you may even like some of it, OK? After all, you were 
out to find some cock this evening and now you’re 
getting some, OK? I said OK?"

Susan was shivering so hard that she could barely 
control her body. But she did understand his question 
required a reaction. She managed to nod.

"Great. I knew you were a reasonable woman from start. 
We will have some fun!!" he sounded enthusiastic and 
happy. Like ‘fun’ he was talking about didn’t include 
humiliating and raping a woman guilty only of her 
fantasies. 

"Let there be light," said Shane flipping a switch and 
the ugly, dim light in the room turned into ugly bright 
light.

"Awww, dude, you’re ruining all the mood." Protested 
Mick. "I don’t mind fucking this whore in bright light, 
but you know how ladies are – they need to feel good to 
give their maximum!!!"

"It’s the camera, man." Explained Shane. "If Missis E. 
here wants to be a good porn star for her hubby, we 
need some illumination."

"Um... OK... If its for artistic reasons, I am sure she 
won’t mind." Mick turned Susan’s head towards him. "You 
don’t mind the lights, do you, honey?" 

Susan shook her head. Violently. No. No. No. That was 
the only word she could think of. 

"Excellent. I can see you’re getting into it."

"This is it, smile for our audience, whore" announced 
Shane as he pointed the camera towards Susan.

"And let’s finally see some of those tits" added Mick.

In one swift gesture he ripped apart the fabric of her 
blouse and most of the black bra she was wearing 
underneath. The feel of being helpless and violated, 
the sound of tearing fabric, the fact that there was 
another man filming the whole proceeding, all this made 
Susan scream into her gag made of lace. Not much of it 
came out but enough to have Mick laugh with 
satisfaction. It also apparently inspired him to take 
hold of her nipples and start twisting them cruelly, 
for his friend to film. 

Susan struggled in his arms but there was not much she 
could do. Not only that he was much stronger than her, 
she was now also very much aware that he was not afraid 
to hurt her. 

"Right," Mick said, pushing Susan away suddenly. "This 
is fun, but let’s be more creative."

Creative?

He placed himself on the sofa, in front of Susan and 
started explaining his plan.

"First, take those panties out of your mouth. I am sure 
you loved the taste, but you got your lesson now. Throw 
them anywhere, you won’t be needing them. Second, get 
your purse."

Her purse? Perhaps... Perhaps he wanted her money after 
all and...

"I want you to fix your make up. I like my whores tidy 
and sexy. You made a mess of your face when you sucked 
Shane’s cock in the car and I want you pretty again for 
me. Understood?"

Susan thought just for a short second. She couldn’t 
really do it. She nodded.

"Good. Let’s see you do your magic. Also... you know, 
you don’t want to look like a crack-whore coming home 
from work on the video, do you? You want to be pretty, 
don’t you?"
She felt his last question demanded an answer. 

"yes... yes..." she whispered. 

"Good. Go on, petty yourself up then."

She got her purse and struggled to open it. Her fingers 
wouldn’t really listen. Her make up wasn’t really easy 
to find even in normal circumstances. This was absurd, 
wrong and humiliating. But there was no way she could 
do anything but what he wanted her to do. She had to 
try and fix her make up. She had to try and look pretty 
for her captor, for her tormentor, for her rapist. 
Anything, just to avoid being hurt.

Her hands were trembling so much that she thought he’d 
lose his patience halfway through. But, miraculously, 
he was patient. He was sitting on the sofa and slowly 
stroking his erect penis, apparently enjoying every 
slow second of Susan’s humiliation. 

Of course it wouldn’t work. She couldn’t really fix her 
face. Not after what happened. Not kneeling on the 
dirty floor of Shane’s apartment, shaking from fear, 
shock and humiliation. But in the end it seemed to be 
good enough for Mick.

"Are we there yet, Missis E.? My pet here is getting 
restless."

She looked at him and he seemed to be pleased.

"Yeah, that’s going to do the trick. You’re still an 
old, ugly skank, but you’ll pass for a proper woman."

He leaned back on the sofa. 

"Now, I want you to take those clothes off for me. I 
want you to stay only in your stockings and shoes."

Shane laughed approvingly.

"My man, I admire your restraint and I approve of your 
good taste. Let’s see this slut do some porn for us."

Susan started taking the torn blouse off but Mick 
stopped her with a high pitched yell.

"A, a, a, a, a, a! Now, you KNOW you can do better than 
that, Susan. You know what I really want. I mean, do 
you really think that Shane is playing this lovely 
music just to annoy the neighbours? Let us see you do 
some nice, slow strip-tease for the audience here!!"

How could he? How could he be so cruel? How...

"Unless, of course you still want to see your tits 
hacked off and mailed to your husband and kids in a 
box. Do you? Eh? I am sure Shane would love to grant 
that wish."

Susan regained the ability to speak. 

"No... No... I’ll do it. I’ll do it."

She started again. Slowly this time. 

The bright side? Well, if you insist, the slower she 
takes the clothes off, the later everything else 
happens. And Susan couldn’t force herself to think what 
everything else might be.

"This is not going to do, bitch, not at all. Stop right 
there" insisted Mick. 

Shane shrugged as if to say ‘You can’t teach an old dog 
new tricks’.

"Listen, you’re just doing this to piss me off, right? 
Right?"

What was he on about?

"No... I..."

He jumped to his feet, made two swift paces towards her 
and hit her so hard she fell back, to the floor. He was 
above her in a second, grabbed her hair, pulled her up 
and yelled into her face.

"Well, you ARE pissing me off! If I wanted to be pissed 
off by an old skank, I would have stayed in school! 
What you’re doing is pathetic. You hear that? You hear 
me?"

Susan nodded, again, again and again. God, just don’t 
hit me again, just don’t hit me again. 

"Alright, let’s try again."

He got back to the sofa.

"Now, I want you to really put yourself into it. I want 
you to seduce me. You remember how it’s done, don’t 
you? You seemed to be doing fine back in the café. 
Listen to the music!! Let your body take over, 
damnit!!!"

Over the next couple of minutes Susan received some 
approving shouts, some insults and some directions. She 
danced to the music, she took her clothes off. She 
never did anything like this before but fear made her a 
quick learner. She waved her hips, she slowly circled, 
she caressed her thighs. When Mick told her to play 
with her breasts she did it gently, slowly, almost 
lovingly, in a complete contrast to the rough approach 
he himself demonstrated minutes ago. 

The irony was not lost on her. She did a performance 
for them. She amused them and aroused them. She brought 
pleasure to her tormentors. Sometimes... On a very rare 
occasion, but sometimes, sometimes Susan fantasised of 
doing something like this. Of being a stripper in a 
night club, of taking her clothes off to the music, of 
being watched, encouraged and lusted for by customers 
of Mick’s and Shane’s age or younger. Her fantasy 
become ugly, improbable, hurting reality. And this 
reality was laughing into Susan’s face. 

Shane filmed all of it and gave additional 
instructions. He had her do vulgar things. 

He had her turn her back on them, bend forwards and use 
her hands to spread her ass-cheeks for them. Exposed 
like that, aware that he was filming it all, Susan 
pressed her eyelids together tight to hold the tears 
in. 

"Now stick a finger up your cunt. That’s it. Now let us 
see you suck on that finger." Susan put her finger in 
her mouth. The taste. That taste.

"No, no, no, do it slow. Slow, dammit. I want you to 
show me you love being a dirty fucking slut. Show me 
you love the taste of your own cunt!!!"

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. 

She did it. For the camera. For Mick and Shane. For the 
audience.

And when Mick insisted she ask him to make love to her 
she tried. She really did. She hated herself deeply for 
allowing those words to pass her lips, but she tried. 
They were not satisfied. Not the first time, not the 
second time, not the third time. Realistically, who 
could blame her? It is difficult, if not impossible, to 
convincingly seduce a person you fear and loathe. But 
they made her repeat it again and again. Shane helped 
her out. He hit her three times and threatened to 
mutilate her if she failed to get it right the next 
time. 

"One more time. With feel!!! Come on. I want to see you 
really want me to fuck your brains out." Mick was 
really enjoying himself. "Show me you’re a whore 
totally in love of my cock."

Again. With feel. Hate. I hate you.

"Please, baby", it came out in a hoarse whisper, 
"Please, I am so horny, please fuck me like only you 
can, please." She knew what the great secret of acting 
was. You don’t get to act. You get to become the 
person. That exact moment her mind was blank. She was 
THAT person. For a brief moment.

Perhaps that wasn’t perfect either but Shane gave his 
approval. 

"Very nice, very nice indeed," Mick was enthusiastic. 
"Let’s expand on it a bit now, shall we?"

He had her kneel. She felt vulnerable and cheap, 
kneeling in her stockings and high heels in front of a 
tattooed man who held her hair and shoved his penis 
into her mouth.

"You like that? Eh? You like how that cock tastes?" He 
pulled out to give her a chance to speak. She knew the 
right answer and she hated herself.

"yes... I love it... I love your cock..."

Her voice was weak, deep and dark but Mick seemed to 
get an extra bit of entertainment out of it. 

"I knew you would. I knew you would. Where would you 
like it now? Eh?"

Where?

"In... in my mouth... Put it back in my mouth, baby 
please, I need your cock..."

"Glad I can be of service ma’am" Mick said and rammed 
his penis into her throat. She gagged but he pulled out 
almost immediately. The he rammed it back in, all the 
way down, hitting her chin with his testicles. Out 
again, then down into her throat again. 

Susan struggled. Her hands were on his thighs and she 
was trying to push him away but he was so much 
stronger. 

"Please..." she uttered as he took it out for a second. 
"not that hard..."

"What’s that?" Mick asked as he slammed his cock back 
in. Susan tried to pull away. He surprised her by 
actually following her gesture and pushing her further 
down to the ground. "You said you want it harder? Is 
that it? Happy to oblige, ma’am!!"

He pinned her down to the floor and mounted her, his 
penis never leaving her mouth. Then he started 
thrusting really, really hard. 

"Man, you’ll choke her." Shane said, coming closer to 
film the action from a more convenient angle. 

"Nah, she can take it", Mick said between thrusts.

Susan was gagging and fighting for air. Her head hit 
the floor with every of Mick’s thrusts. Her eyes felt 
like they were pushing out of their sockets. She 
started seeing black. She started checking out. 

And then it was he who was out. 

"That was fun. But now I want to have some different 
fun". Mick’s weight was suddenly off. 

"You know, there is a school of thought that claims 
that it’s a wonder men want to fuck women at all 
providing women agree with oral sex. This school of 
thought claims oral sex is so much better than proper 
humping." He got his trousers off finally. "But I beg 
to differ. There is something profoundly pleasing in 
spreading slut’s legs wide and sticking it up her cunt 
and it all feels so much better when you know she’s not 
really up for it. And you now, if she catches some of 
that cum-virus and gets a bad swelling in her belly 
later on, so much better for it!!!"

Shane gestured at Susan to get up. She obeyed, slowly. 
She knew hell just grew another chamber. 

"God, she is stunning, isn’t she?" Mick made a 
spontaneous comment that would, under other 
circumstances surely make Susan proud and perhaps a 
little wet. She stood in front of him, just in her 
heels and stockings, awaiting further instructions.

"Right. See that table over there?" Mick gestured as 
his erect penis obscenely pointed in the same 
direction.

Susan nodded. 

"Get up on it. On your back. Spread your legs."

She knew this was coming. Still, she could feel a 
completely fresh panic attack overtaking her from 
within. It wasn’t just what he’d do to her body. It was 
her spirit. It was her soul. 

"please..." she whispered once again. "please... please 
don’t, I am begging you... please... I can’t... please 
don’t force me... have heart, please... I’ll suck your 
cock, I’ll make you feel good, just don’t..."

Her head snapped back violently as Mick backhanded her, 
grinning like a maniac. 

"I thought we reached an understanding, slut. No 
negotiations. I say, you obey, everyone’s happy. Got 
it?"

happy...

"God... you animal, you vicious animal..."

Shakk!! Thukk!!! Two more violent slaps. Then he pushed 
her onto the table. Why did she do it? Why did she say 
those words? Susan was not a stupid woman. Susan was 
not stupid. Why did she say those words?

No time to dwell on those thoughts. Perhaps later, when 
historical perspective allows for a calmer environment, 
a more rational stance. Not now, as she was brutally 
pushed onto the table. 

Susan fought back. She didn’t mean to, it was just a 
reaction. Natural. Survival impulse. 

But of course, our survival impulses sometimes bring us 
more harm than it was originally intended. Such is the 
nature of civilisation. 

Not that she ever had a chance. Mick was much stronger 
than her and her flailing arms getting in the way 
didn’t make much difference. He had her on her back in 
a matter of seconds. He had her legs spread wide, 
obscenely wide in a matter of moments. 

He penetrated her as she wiggled on the table, trying 
to avoid the inevitable, he penetrated her as she 
screamed at the top of her voice. She screamed, feeling 
the penis enter her, she screamed and kicked as he 
started thrusting onwards and pulling backwards and 
onwards again, getting deeper and deeper into her. 

And Shane was there all the time, filming the rape and 
commenting on it in the excited voice. 

"Alright, Mickey, the old-school rape finally. Show 
that bitch what you’re made of. Make her fucking 
scream, make her fucking womb bleed, man!!!"

It wasn’t the mere physical violation, the sense of his 
penis in her twitching vagina. She was a mature, 
experienced woman. She wasn’t a tight young girl. 
Besides, they were right, God, they were right, she was 
wet most of the evening, unforgettably, unforgivably 
wet. 

So it wasn’t just the forced penetration that was 
making her scream and scream and scream. It was being 
helpless. Being raped and not being able to fight back, 
escape or do anything whatsoever about it. He had her 
where he wanted her, he had her open, helpless, he had 
her receiving what he had for her. And he loved every 
second of it.

"Awww, man, you can’t beat this, you can’t fucking beat 
this, man. I love it when they fight, I love it when 
they wiggle like a fucking eel. I love this shit 
man!!!" he was fucking her harder and harder as he 
explained his preferred scenario of a sexual encounter. 
"And I fucking love how they scream!! I fucking love 
this!! Hey, Susan, you enjoying this as much as I do?"

Just wordless screaming. 

"I asked you a question, BITCH!" 

She should have known by now. She knew, she did. But 
she couldn’t. So he hit her. And he continued hitting 
her, slowly, with feel, but as hard as ever. 

"Are you? You like my cock in your dirty cunt? You love 
it, eh?"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! AAAAA! NO, PLEEEASE, NO NO!!!"

"Yeah, I know you love it, I just need you to say it. 
Don’t be shy, there’s just us here, and our future 
audience, of course." He mad a head gesture towards 
Shane who came in closer with his camera. The he 
grabbed her throat with both hands and started to 
squeeze brutally, never once slowing down the rhythm of 
his thrusts. 

Susan’s twitching movements became even more erratic. 
He was choking her. He was chocking the life out of her 
as he kept brutally pumping her vagina with his swollen 
flesh. He was going to strangle her. Here. Now. She was 
going to die. She clawed and kicked. She couldn’t 
scream. She couldn’t see. She was dying.

"Aw, slow down, dude, you’ll snuff the bitch." Shane’s 
voice somehow made its way through the avalanche of 
noise Susan’s blood was making in her ears.

"Nah, dude, this one is a tough cookie. She can take it 
all. We’re just enjoying some rough lovin’." Mick eased 
the pressure. "Isn’t that right, love? You love Uncle 
Mickey’s cock in your dirty old cunt. You love Uncle 
Mickey’s hands on your throat. Am I right?"

Susan discovered she could speak as he eased up the 
pressure. Barely. 

"...no... n... no... please... no more... please... 
I’ll do anything..."

"What’s that? Can you speak up? You seem to be so 
overcome with emotion you can barely speak?" Mick was 
enjoying every painful second of his victim’s fear, 
pain and shame. 

"...p-p-p-please... I’ll do anything you want..."

Mick looked up into the camera and smiled.

"Hear that, old buddy? Music to my ears. They are all 
whores, no matter how strongly they deny it at first, 
They will all be happy to do whatever I want after 
we’ve had a reasonable conversation."

He looked back down at Susan

"Right, so, let’s for starters hear you tell me how 
much you love my cock in your cunt. Feel free to use as 
many words as you want." He continued his thrusts in a 
somewhat slower rhythm, making her head bounce off the 
table as she spoke. As if speaking was not difficult 
enough to start with. 

OK. Go ahead. Go ahead, please. He will hit you again 
if you don’t. He will put his hands on your throat 
again. He will strangle you. Go ahead, for God’s sake!

"I... I... Oh God!"

Slap.

"That’s NOT going to do, slut. Remember what I said 
back then? I want you to seduce me. I want you to 
convince people watching the tape that you mean it. I 
want your husband to break down in tears and rage when 
he sees this."

Her... husband?

Slap. Slap.

"No problem. We can go back to the simple stuff again. 
It’s been a while since I chocked a whore to death 
while she was on my dick, but it’s always been a 
pleasure."

"stop.. stop.. I’ll do it properly this time.. 
please..."

He smiled at her.

"I’m all ears, Susan. Impress me!!"

Now. Do it now!!!

"Mick... Please baby. Give me your cock." She lowered 
her voice, switched to a hoarse, raspy whisper she 
always associated with prostitutes and phone-sex 
professionals. "I love how you fuck me, loverboy. I 
love your cock in my pussy." Mick accelerated his 
thrusts as her words became more coherent. "give it to 
me baby... fuck my pussy harder... I’ve never fucked 
such a young, handsome stud..."

"You don’t say?" Mick’s mock surprise was almost 
convincing. "A whore like you? I am shocked!!"

"no, lover, it’s true... no one fucked me like you do.. 
no one was as big as you or as hard as you. I love it 
how you fuck me... fuck me like a slut... fuck me 
harder... AAAAWWWW!!"

Susan’s moan was less pleasure and more pain. Much, 
much more pain, as Mick bowed down and started biting 
on her nipples.

"Oh GOD, it hurts, PLEASE!!! Not so hard!!!"

"Come on, slut!!" said Shane. "First you tease the poor 
lad until he sees red and now you want him to go easy 
on you? Pffff, make your mind up, cunt!!!"

Mick was again coming in at full force. Her body was 
pushed backwards as he was thrusting in, her head 
pushed over the edge of the table. 

"Take that, that and THAT, whore. You love this, I know 
you love this." Mick spat in Susan’s face, continuing 
his assault. 

"That’s very nice, dude. You just positioned her 
perfectly for some of the old porno tricks we have 
learned as young kids." Shane walked behind the table 
and grabbed Susan’s hair with his free hand. "You know, 
slut, all this whorish behaviour of yours is making me 
hard again. Bad for you, I’ll agree, bad for your 
husband that you’re such a whore, but good for me." He 
pushed his trousers down. Susan’s head was hanging over 
the edge of the table and he pulled her hair up, so 
that her upside-down face was right where he needed it.

"Come on, swallow it." He ordered dryly.

Susan shook her head left, then right, trying to avoid 
him invading her mouth.

"Look, it’s cute that you’re playing hard to get but 
it’s really time to drop it. You’ve made your point but 
there’s no point in it. We have you on tape. We have 
you on tape telling us how much you love this shit and 
what you want us to do to you. Whoever might be 
wondering about what happened here this evening will 
see how much you were into it. Your husband, your slut 
friends, police, court, everyone. So just drop it."

He was right. Of course he was right. But she couldn’t 
let him, no, no no no...

"Then again, I don’t mind knocking some of your teeth 
out so I can stick my dick in there. Hell, it’s OK to 
get my cock bloody if it’s for the right cause."

He held her head firmly in place. He pushed at her 
lips. And they parted. Susan was choking in tears. The 
camera was mere inches from her face as Shane pushed 
his half-erect penis inside. 

"Woooow, dude, look at us!!" Exclaimed Mick, spreading 
Susan’s legs even wider and continuing his assault. 
"Dynamic duo from hell, eh?"

"You know it, dude, you know it!!!" Shane started 
pushing deeper and harder as his penis grew bigger in 
Susan’s mouth. Seconds later he was in her throat, 
gagging her, his testicles hitting her face just as his 
friends’ were hitting her anus with every thrust of 
his. 

They harmonised their movements and now she was 
penetrated deep from both ends in perfect sync. She was 
taken like a whore. Like the cheapest prostitute doing 
it for spare change, so she can afford another hit of 
crack. She let them do this. She allowed them to do 
this. She lead them into this with her stupid behaviour 
and her weakness. And she was there on tape, begging 
them to fuck her. Susan, you stupid, stupid bitch...

She was raped from both ends. Brutally, senselessly 
raped. She could barely breathe and move. She was 
completely taken and used.

"Awww, awww, aww, man, this is too fucking good. This 
is too fucking good. I can’t stop myself, man!!" Mick 
was shouting as his thrusts reached takeoff speed. 
"Imma fill this bitch, aaaggghh, oooohhh, man here it 
comes, aawwww, I’m cumming!!!!"

And he was. He shot it all into her, deep into her, 
deep into her vagina, his hot, dirty semen.

Completely.

Taken.

Used.

By both of them.

You brought it onto yourself Susan. You brought it on. 

The music continued playing. 

Some things stay the same no matter what.

Seconds passed.

"..telling you man, she was TWITCHING as I came. She 
was fucking twitching. That old cunt was twitching as I 
shot."

God... Perhaps... Perhaps... Perhaps it can be over 
now?

Seconds passed.

"Look at it, man. "Shane was shoving his friend the 
tiny screen on his camera. "Look, her whole body was 
twitching. I almost choked her because she was 
swallowing my cock so deep man."

No.

It was Mick who was pushing her onto it. 

I swear.

Seconds passed.

She felt it. She could not ignore it.

Seconds passed.

No.

Speak. 

Seconds passed.

Speak. Come on. Speak. They will listen.

"please..."

"And look at all that mucus!! Aww, man, her make-up is 
ruined all over again."

"Doesn’t matter! Doesn’t matter now!! It’s all on tape, 
everyone can see it’s been ruined through passionate 
lovemaking. That’s a justified cause, you know!!"

"...please..."

Shane turned his head to Susan.

"What’s that? You want something bitch? You didn’t have 
enough, eh?"

"...please..."

She swallowed. Her throat was dry and hurting.

"please... I need to go to the bathroom..."

"You what? " Asked Shane.

"I need to... I need to pee... please..."

Shane burst into laughter.

"Why don’t you do it there, bitch? Eh? Not like you 
have to be shy in front of us. Not any more." Mick’s 
behaviour wasn’t significantly changed after he 
orgasmed in her vagina. 

"Are you nuts, dude?" Shane took the camera back from 
Mick. "You want her to ruin my carpet, eh?"

"You call this rag a carpet?" Said Mick in 
bewilderment. "I thought this was just cum and dirt 
held together by spit and spilled beer."

"Hey, fuck you, this is not Hilton, but it’s a home. 
I’m taking the bitch to the bathroom."

And so he did. 

It’s needless to say how ashamed Susan felt having to 
urinate in front of a man who just raped her, twice, 
and who was taping the whole thing on video. It does, 
however pay to know that she wasn’t allowed to do it in 
a normal, everyday way. Shane had her squat on the 
floor, spread her thighs as wide as they would go. 

"Yeah, like that. That’s so fucking sexy, Missis E. I 
love those shoes. Let us have it now."

Could she do it? She didn’t think she could. Sometimes 
just hearing her husband in front of the door of their 
toilet at home prevented her from peeing. But then, 
these were different circumstances. The shock, the 
stimuli, the cold. She could do it. So help her God, 
she could do it. In front of her rapist. On the floor. 
Squatting in her stockings and slut shoes. With him 
filming her. She could do it. She did it. She let her 
urine on the floor. 

And when she was done, when he grabbed her hair and 
forced her on all fours, when he forced her face into 
the puddle of urine, never stopping the camera for a 
second, that was when she knew it’s not over. Dear God. 
Not over yet.

Back in the room. A mere minute later. Mick was naked 
on the sofa, smoking a joint, his penis, now limp 
hanging between his legs.

"Dude, what happened back there, eh? I thought I heard 
the lady here complain about something or other. She 
didn’t like the colour of the tiles?"

"Nah," Shane said, rewinding the tape in his camera. 
"it’s more the taste she had problems with. But that 
was her choice. I told her that pissing on my bathroom 
floor is definitely NOT a sign of good manners and she 
was sweet enough to offer to clean all of it with her 
tongue. Who am I to say no if that’s what makes her 
tick?"

"Most excellent, dude, most excellent. I applaud your, 
er, whatever... You’re being a gentleman and I hope 
Susan here will remember that in coming years."

He leaned back in the sofa. 

"Speaking of years, you know what I always dreamed of?"

"Is this a trick question? You never struck me as a 
dreamy type." asked Shane.

"Trick? Nah, dude, no, seriously. You know what I 
always dreamed of? I always dreamed of having an old 
slut like Susan here eat my asshole, you know? None of 
my girlfriends seemed to be into it and anyway, none of 
them were as slutty as Susan is, so I didn’t insist."

"I applaud your, er, restraint, dude. And I abhor your 
perverse nature in the same breath" Shane pressed a key 
on his camera. "But to each their own, I guess and I am 
sure Susan will be happy to indulge you. Won’t you, 
whore?"

The direct question to Susan made her instantly aware 
of many things but now she knew what the priorities 
are. 

She knew she never did it. 

She was disgusted. 

She was completely broken.

She hated herself. Really hated herself. There was a 
ten ton truck full of guilt on her chest. Whore. Bitch. 
Slut. You fucking, disgusting excuse for a wife and 
mother.

They were asking her to do something that was beyond 
disgusting. Something so low and depraved she never 
even thought of it in her life.

"yes..."

God, no. No please.

"I will..."

Please, no. Please.

"Then get down on your knees, bitch, less talk, more 
rock as they say." Shane grabbed her hair once again 
and forced Susan on all fours.

Mick made himself comfortable in the sofa, got his legs 
up and apart and took another shot from his joint.

"My asshole welcomes your tongue, madam." He announced 
as if that was going to make her feel proud. 

Her head was guided by Shane’s hand. Her face was 
pushed between Mick’s ass-cheeks. 

"Come on, come on, lets’ put that tongue to good use."

Disgusting and hateful. Disgusting and vile. And 
disgusting. 

The smell, the hairs under her tongue, Mick’s sighs as 
he was slowly jerking his limp penis. Disgusting and 
vile. And cheap, like the cheapest whore as Shane 
cheered and pushed her face deeper and deeper.

"Come on, come on, stick that tongue up his ass, don’t 
be shy, I know you love it. Eat that fucking ass, you 
horny bitch!!!"

It was disgusting and horrible and Susan never imagined 
something like this would happen to her. But it was 
happening. And it was all recorded. And it produced 
results, as Mick’s loud moans testified. 

"Awww, dude, the bitch has got me all hard again. She 
is incredible. She eats ass like it was fucking candy, 
man!!!"

"You wish your ass was candy, man. It’s not. It’s her 
finally demonstrating her true nature. Simple as that."

"Whatever man, whatever, get her up here. I want her on 
my cock right fucking now!!!"

Shane cruelly pulled Susan’s hair, forcing her up.

"Come on, slut!! I know you can’t get enough of that 
asshole, but it’s time to show us how you ride cock. 
Get up there now!!!"

He pulled her up to her feet and pushed her onto Mick. 

"Spread those fucking legs, bitch before I break them, 
come on!!!"

She spread her legs and put her hands on the sofa left 
and right of Mick’s shoulders. 

"Now take that cock and put it inside. But slowly!!"

She reached between her legs and felt Mick’s throbbing 
penis on her palm. 

"That’s it, slowly, get down slowly..."

Slowly.

"Awwww, man, aaah, that’s great, ooooh." Mick was in 
heaven. "Ride it, baby, come on, ride that cock, 
aaaahhh, yeah, all the way down to the balls, baby..."

Susan knew Shane was taping it all. Susan knew that on 
tape it looked like she was riding him of her free 
will. She knew she couldn’t be able to explain it to 
anyone. She knew she was as disgusting, as vile and as 
dirty as either of her two tormentors. She rode him as 
hard as she could. 

Please. Make him come quickly. Please...

"Shit, MAN, this is too fucking hot!!!! This is fucking 
incredible..." Mick was shouting in disbelief.

Shane placed the camera on the sofa.

"Man, this IS fantastic. So much, in fact that I am 
going to join the fun." He pressed himself against 
Susan and slapped her behind. "Hey, Susan, ever done 
DP?" 

What?

No..

No.

No!

NO!!!

"I.. no, no....."

"No?" Shane asked. "No? You ever had it up the ass?"

"No. NO. NO, NO, PLEASE!!!"

"You’re kidding me, right? A slut like you and still an 
anal virgin?? Man, this evening gets better every 
second. Every fucking second." He turned himself to 
face the camera. "And now for my next trick, I am going 
to deflower an ass!!! A slut’s ass, for that matter!!!"

"NO, NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, NO, PLEASE, NO, I’M BEGGING 
YOU, NOT THAT, NO!!!"

Susan struggled violently. But she was hardly in a 
favourable position to do so. It merely took Mick to 
hold her arms firmly pinned to her back and Shane to 
grab her throat from behind to impose complete control 
onto her.

"Awwww, shit, man, it’s even better when she’s trying 
to fight us. I can’t believe this bitch!!! I’d pay for 
shit like this!!!"

"Yeah, man, yeah!! Hold her steady now!!" Shane 
increased the pressure on Susan’s throat until she 
stopped struggling for long enough so he could aim. It 
took almost half a minute as Susan’s screams, protests 
and pleading turned into barely audible squeals and 
squeaking gaps for breath. Her vision was black. Her 
body was going limp. Then Shane spat down her ass-
crack. Then came the pain.

Susan was not lying. She had no experience with anal 
sex. Her husband was never interested in it, 
considering it perverse and even though it was heavily 
featured in the porn magazines shed find under her 
son’s bed, it just felt dirty to her. She DID 
occasionally fantasise of pleasuring a man this way, 
but these fantasies brought a strong sense of guilt 
along with arousal.

There was a lot of guilt to go round this evening. But 
the fresh portion of pain managed to make its presence 
known. Shane was not what you’d call a gentle lover. 
Quite the contrary, you could say he took pleasure in 
inflicting pain on his partners, willing or, as in this 
case, less than willing. So it considerably enlarged 
his enjoyment to know that Susan was in so much pain 
from his backdoor intrusion.

"Awww, God, she’s so fucking tight!!! Awww, shit 
MAN!!!"

They could never reach perfect rhythm, of course. They 
were both pushing to get maximum satisfaction and had 
to struggle with Susan who was screaming and thrashing, 
yet completely unable to avoid any of the hurt sent her 
way. But it made the whole thing even better to both of 
them.

"Dude, this is fucking incredible!!! I’m gonna cum 
again, man!!!" Mick was deep in Susan, deeper than ever 
before, as her body was crushed under Shane’s weight 
and forced onto Mick’s cock. Mick ejaculated screaming 
like he was losing his mind. Mick’s cock-head, pressed 
against Susan’s cervix spat several thick gushes of cum 
straight into her womb.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!! I don’t believe this shit, 
man, she sucked me dry, the bitch is fucking 
unbelievable..."

Shane had no comment on this statement of his friend 
and comrade as he was very busy, pulling Susan’s hair 
back. He got her off Mick’s penis, down on the sofa, as 
he forced his own penis into her mouth once again.

"You can tell me about how you loved the taste of your 
bowels later, slut, now suck it!!!"

In reality there was no sucking going on. He pushed it 
in and pushed and pushed and pushed until he himself 
screamed and shot his cum down Susan’s throat. She 
coughed and gagged and spat it out as he rubbed his 
penis against her face, breathing and swearing heavily.

"Aw, FUCK, man... Fuck man, this WAS SOMETHING. This 
was something, man..."

4. 

Much can be said about what happened afterwards. Susan 
will certainly have time to think about it in months 
and years to come. She will have time to analyse the 
harm she invited upon herself, the shame scarifying her 
soul for good, the hate and guilt she gave birth to 
during the course of that evening.

She will also have time to think about why they chose 
her. Or was it that she chose them? Was she just a 
victim? Was she encouraging them? Was she inviting 
them? Would they have raped any random woman like that, 
given the circumstances?

More importantly, would they have given any other woman 
a ride home? 

"Give her the clothes, man, I want her dressed." Shane 
was looking for his car keys.

"Aww, man, don’t be a pain in the ass... What does she 
needs clothes for?" Mick seemed reluctant to dress 
himself. 

"Have you no shame, man? The lady needs a ride home and 
we wouldn’t be much of the gentlemen we claim we are if 
we were to return her home just in her stockings and 
shoes. Not that her husband is not used to her coming 
home like that, I am sure he is, but we want to show we 
know where passion stops and where good manners start."

Susan was handed what was left of her clothes and 
ordered to dress. She put the torn clothes on in 
robotic, stiff manner. 

The hallway was even darker when they left the 
apartment. The walked down the stairs, Shane leading 
the way, Susan threading uncertainly behind him and 
Mick, still buttoning up behind them.

"Aww, crap. I need to piss" Mick announced.

"That’s fucking typical, man." Shane mumbled. "Remind 
me to never take you to the movies." 

He got the keys out of his pocket.

"Here, hurry up!"

Mick laughed aloud.

"Man, sometimes you’re, like, the brightest person I 
know. And sometimes you’re so slow. Keep the keys."

He turned to Susan. 

"Get down, bitch. One last drink for the road, OK?"

It should have been over. It should have been over by 
now... It should have been over. I hate you I hate you 
I hate you so much.

"Open up.. Open up, aahhhhhh, uuuhhh, that feels good, 
man!!"

It didn’t all go in. Some of his urine fell on her 
face, on her breasts (exposed through the torn blouse 
and bra), some of it ended up on her hair. And some of 
it, quite a lot of it, actually, went into her mouth. 
And as much of it as she could spit back and send it 
down her chin and neck, some of it made it down her 
hurting throat and into her stomach. Not much, perhaps, 
not that much, but some of it definitely. 

I hate you so much. So much...

"What a great slut, man... What a perfect whore!!! 
People pay big fucking bucks for something like this. 
Huge fucking bucks, man".

The same car. The same smell. The same radio chatter. 
The same laughs and insults between Mick and Shane. The 
streets she started to recognise. The block she knew. 
Home...

"Well, it’s been a pleasure, ma’am." Shane said when 
they opened her door and forced her out of the car. 
"Say hello to hubby for us and don’t forget to show him 
some of the stuff we taught you. But, you know, keep 
some of it a secret. You know, kiss and tell, not good. 
Bad girls do that and we don’t want anyone to think 
you’ve been a bad girl, OK? Hubby especially. Right?"

Susan nodded. Like a robot. Like a guignol. She nodded 
and stayed in the same spot as Shane started the car 
and drove down the street slowly. They left.

And that brings Susan back home. She looks across the 
street. She can see her house. All the lights are off, 
save for the one on the outside. That means her husband 
is asleep. What time is it anyway??? 

Doesn’t matter. The time is later than it should be. 
She better hurry. She needs to have a shower. Then 
silently get into bed, without waking her husband up. A 
pill or two and she will sleep a dead, black sleep, 
sleep that will take her way beyond her hubby’s time 
for work in the morning. Then she will wake up.

And then... Then it can all start.

Good luck Susan. And I mean it. Best of luck to you and 
your sinful, broken soul. You made many mistakes. You 
made many wrong decisions. And your punishment will be 
many times the proportion of your sins. Good luck, 
Susan. I mean it.

END

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