PICTURE THIS: 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 ensemble, 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, 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 passengers, 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 adrenaline 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 adrenaline 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 bitch 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 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 tantalization 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 interrupted, 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 dazedly 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 Mexican looks, although she saw a touch of Spaniard in him.
Jackson, the black man, 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 Caucasian 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 junglejim, where children might have played were it safe. She saw a slide, two horses on springs, a half-dome jungle bars, two sets of monkey bars parallel to each other, a seesaw, swings, chin-up 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."
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 lie 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.
He flicked the cigarette out and lit up another one.
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 lewdly 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!"
"Uhhgg," she grunted as the first belt landed across her slender shoulders.
"Ah," as her lower back took the blow.
"Aaaaahhrrgg!" 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. "Whip that cunt!" she heard vaguely through her own screams, and then, "I've got to have me a piece of that pussy!" and suddenly the whipping stopped and hands were gripping her hips. Fire still lanced through her pussy as she jerked away from the cock pressing insistently at her virgin opening.
She screamed again, her voice deep and raw, as he forced his cock head into her cunt. It was like a ring of fire burning up her cunt. Her wail petered out into a grunt as he forced himself all the way into her, his hips slamming painfully into her tenderized ass.
Raped, she thought dizzily, raped brutally, mercilessly. Beaten and raped. She felt like she had been torn apart down there as he began taking short stabs into her, grinding his cock inside her, finding her moisture deep in her pussy and spreading it around to give himself a better ride. "Fucking tight as a virgin. Sweet and smooth," she heard him say, Jackson she identified through the haze of pain.
Her head was jerked up violently by her hair. "Give me that pouty little mouth of yours, bitch," John snarled as he pressed his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened with a grunt as Jackson slammed hard into her pussy and John's cock slid into her mouth, distending her lips. He forced it quickly down her throat, bruising her nose painfully with his pelvis, and then began brutally raping her mouth. It was a nightmare of pain, her whole body shaking with tension, sweat standing out on her smooth skin as she trembled in agony.
Finally the pain began to recede as they worked up a rhythm, fucking her face and cunt workmanlike, driving into her violated body evenly, prolonging their pleasure. Her brain could no longer sort out the overwhelming sensations being forced upon her body. Her pussy was a burning mass of swollen flesh, swelling even more under his pummeling, while her face and throat were sharp jagged edges of sensation.
Her pussy started throbbing in time with his thrusts, each throb so powerful it sent clouds of blackness across her vision. A wispy, fluttering sensation started in the pit of her stomach, drawing in her tiny waist as her stomach muscles tensed. She wasn't thinking anymore, she couldn't think. Her whole body was just a piece of raw sensation.
A finger found its way into her asshole, adding to a mounting pressure filling her body. Black clouds floated continuously before her vision, interrupted by stinging points of light. The wispy fluttering grew into an insistent buzzing sensation, and spread throughout her body. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples swollen as the sensation grew stronger, more powerful, making her body involuntarily hump against the horse.
"Ride 'em cowboy!"
"Gook bitch loving every second of it!"
Her lithe, slender body was shaking and humping uncontrollably now, the sensations assailing it overwhelming. She didn't want it to stop but she wanted it to end--it was too much. As she felt John's come slide down her throat lights danced before her eyes, her whole body tensed, small, clawed animals seemed to be scratching along her every nerve as she climaxed, bucking and jerking in her bonds against her rapist's cocks.
Her pussy spasmed time and time again, sending jolting shocks of pleasure through her stunned mind, drawing an inarticulate yell from Jackson as he shot his come deep inside her. She shook like that for a long time while waves of pleasure rolled through her, the two men holding their softening cocks inside her while her climax slowly petered out until she lay limp, still bound, over the spring horse.
"Damn!" she heard one of them say, which one she didn't know, "the cunt freaked out!"
"Come on, lets get her on the grass." That was Jose.
She felt them untying her and lifting her body from the horse. She was in a state of lassitude, her body slick with her sweat, a sickening feeling slowly growing in her as she fully realized what had happened. She had come, for the first time in her life, she had orgasmed, and it had been while being brutally raped.
Part of her mind wailed at the degradation she had endured; another part snapped at her, calling her a whore, a slut, to enjoy what these men had done to her. It took all her willpower to keep from breaking into tears.
They laid her down on the grass near the playground and she heard Jose command, "on your knees, bitch." She painfully straightened herself, her muscles and ass aching, and adjusted herself so that she was on her knees, her ass resting on her heels, her slender Eurasian body swaying slightly in the night, feeling Jackson's come oozing from her cunt onto her thighs. Jose was sitting cross-legged in front of her, naked except for his socks.
"You know, China girl," he said, "I've never seen a cunt cum so hard in my entire life."
She cringed inwardly, her mind calling her a worthless sex crazed slut.
"You're some piece of ass," he continued. "Sooo.... I'm going to give you a break. You come over here and fuck me good, and I'll let you go," she saw him shoot a quick scowl at his companions. "But if you don't make me come in 8 minutes, I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Got it?" With that he laid onto his back, his cock lying hard against his stomach and his hands supporting his head.
"Please," she begged, "don't."
"Seven minutes and 45 seconds."
Choking down a sob, she crawled over to him, carefully straddling his body, her form beautiful in the moonlight, her long brain falling down her back. Oh god, she said to herself, he's making me rape myself. She hung her head in humiliation as she reached under herself, her braid falling against his chest, and guided his cock against her slit, wet from her own come and Jackson's.
She closed her eyes and a tear slipped between the long lashes to trickle down her face, lighting up her beautiful cheekbones as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it slide smoothly in her well lubricated passageway. She began to rock back and forth, supporting herself above him on her hands, her breasts swaying beneath her as she worked his cock inside her cunt.
Part of her cowered in humiliation, making her actively participate in her own rape. The other part screamed, "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" over and over as she worked him inside her, hoping beyond hope she could make him come and he would let her go.
"Seven Minutes," one of the others cried out.
She began to hump faster, the muscles in her gorgeous thighs straining as she fucked her rapist. Her breath came faster as she worked harder, and she sucked in her lower lip to keep from sobbing as she felt a warm glow of pleasure spread out from her pussy. Oh god what kind of whore was she, she thought as she dropped to her elbows, her chest against his now, her head against his neck, her legs still bent beneath her.
She humped into him harder, focusing her mind on making him come, trying to ignore the pleasure which washed through her with every roll of his cock within her, with every blow of her pelvis against his.
Five minutes her mind echoes. Five more minutes. His hands were gripping her tenderized ass now, sending shards of pleasure through to her cunt. She was breathing heavily now, her hands gripping his shoulders.
She was working for her own release now, lost in her own pleasure. "Good," she whispered, "so good," knowing he could hear her, knowing she was a slut. All that mattered now was the orgasm which was building, slowly building, slowly reaching into her body and strumming every nerve, from her neck to her groin to her toes.
She felt his hand grip the back of her head and pull her face toward his. His tongue stabbed between her lips and she opened to him, feeling the warm caress of his mouth, sending chills down her spine. Her hips worked rhythmically now, pushing her ever closer.
She gasped, breaking contact with his mouth, sliding her lips down his neck, breathing hotly against him, her hands digging into his shoulders as her body began shaking uncontrollably, the muscles on her thighs ridges of effort, her nipples hard against his rough chest.
She was close, so close. Her teeth found his neck, her hands were claws against his shoulders, her ass a blur of motion as she humped against him. She felt his hands like hot pokers digging into her ass cheeks, driving her ever higher and closer. She could feel him tensing beneath her. Close...close....
"NOOOO!" she cried as she was grabbed by the hips and practically thrown from him, his cock jerking wildly in the air as he stood. "NOOOO!" she cried again, not when she was so close! She was on her knees, her arms raised in supplication when he struck her across the face.
"Cunt!" he snarled. "Fucking goddamned cunt!" as he send her sprawling onto her side.
She felt him on top of her immediately, roughly throwing her onto her stomach, slapping the back of her head as her forced her legs apart. Her slender hips were jerked back and she felt his hands pull her ass apart, his cock pressing against her virgin anus.
"No," she muttered, her body burning with unfulfilled lust as the first shock of pain hit her as he forced himself brutally into her ass. "AAAAHHHHGGGG!" she screamed, earning another slap to the back of her head.
She grunted in pain now as he forced himself further into her, her body riding on a razors edge of pain and lust, her clit buzzing angrily as her body seemed to be torn apart and expanded as he stretched her ass wide with his cock.
"Uhg! Uhg! Uhg," she grunted in time to his thrusts as her rapist fucked her ass with the full length of his cock. The pain increased, blending in with the lust to send her spiking toward a peak of sensation, an overwhelming, unbearable state of incompletion.
She felt him jerk her ass back against him, holding himself there as he filled her with his come, and she didn't know if she wanted him to stop or not. All she knew was that her body was as tight as a bowstring, every muscle in her lithe Asian body thrumming as if it had been just plucked, every nerve on fire.
The cock popped out of her ass, leaving a void; she wanted, needed to be fucked. Her pussy was swollen, throbbing with pleasure and pain. Her breasts felt like they were ready to burst, and she couldn't stop shaking.
Hands gripped her from the front and from behind, lifting her to her hands and knees.
"Suck it bitch," it was Jackson as he pushed his cock against her full lips. She quickly obliged, sliding it into her mouth as she felt John press his cock against her stretched ass. She cried out through hollowed cheeks as she was doubly impaled, the sharp pain, the sharp pleasure, of it taking her breath away.
They were fucking her, one her ass, one her throat, as if she were a piece of meat, and she felt like one, felt like a raw exposed nerve they were scratching at. She reached beneath herself, jamming her fingers against her clit and into her cunt, brutally driving herself closer to release.
She seemed to slip out of her body for a moment, to see the lewd picture she presented to the world. Her lithe Asian body buffeted back and forth between two men, her breasts swaying as she was jerked back and forth by their thrusts.
Her throat bulging with the cock of a man who held either side of her head in his hands, sawing his cock back and forth between her full red lips as his balls slapped against her chin and her long braid brushed against his leg. Her legs spread lewdly and her anus grossly stretched by the cock plowing in and out of it. Most lewd of all though was her hand reaching back to her cunt, mauling her clit and pussy as her narrow waist and stomach heaved in lust.
Her breath shot explosively from her nose as John's balls slapped again against her cunt, his cock sending jagged shard of pain through her anus which only drove her to greater heights of lust. Her throat felt raw and abused, and every time his pelvis slammed into her face made her quiver with desire. She couldn't take it any more; it was too much. She gripped her clit between her fingers and drover her fingernails hard into it.
Everything seemed to explode at once, as lights danced before her eyes. Unbearable pleasure rocked through her, sending her body spasming uncontrollably, her cunt sucking and gasping and roiling with her ass in ecstatic orgasm. Her fingernails dug deeper into her clit as bolt after bolt of ecstasy shocked her, each greater than the last.
She was choking around the cock in her throat, but she didn't care, her slender body turned into a bucking bronco her rapists could barely control. Somewhere far off she felt them fill her with their come, which only sent her higher.
She collapsed slowly to the ground as they let go of her, darkness alternating with the lights before her vision as orgasm after orgasm rocked through her body. Finally she seemed to be swimming a darkness of unbearable pleasure, and then all went black.
The three men stood back and looked at their prize, a 19 year old Asian girl, beautiful, passed out from pleasure, in amazement. Jose spoke first.
"That is some fuck!"
"She'd fuck an army and keep on going." That was Jackson.
"She's going to break us." John.
"Never seen anything like it!" Jose.
"The more we give her, the more she gets off." Jose.
They were all silent for a moment. John smiled.
"I bet I could give her something she couldn't take."
"You're on," Jackson said. "How much?"
"Then give me a hand, boys."
She slowly came to, her head throbbing, her whole body aching. She shook her head to clear it, but it made her dizzy and sent pain throbbing through her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at the ground just one foot below her, and groaned in realization and discomfort as she realized her predicament. They had somehow hung her upside down.
She tried to move her arms and found them bound behind her back, a rope running around her waist to secure them there, and when she shifted herself, fiery, scraping pain lanced across her labia. She looked up and saw that her legs were spread wide and each of her knees had been hooked over one of the monkey bars, three feet apart, her calves tied down across the top of the bars.
The inner tendons on her legs stood out starkly, and the strain of the metal against her knees, angled as it was, was agonizing. Her eyes focused more and she realized that one of her rapists had taken two pieces of thin, coarse, rope and used it to pull her labia wide apart, exposing her inner-self tying it off to her arms. Each little motion caused the rope to slide against her labia, causing her excruciating pain. Her hair fell to the ground, picking up sand as she slowly swaying back and forth, her whole body in agony. The voice of John focused her.
"Ah, the whore's awake." He knelt down in front of her and began idly flicking her nipples, making her squirm and jog the ropes across her labia. "We're going to really hurt you now, but then we're going to fuck you, so you shouldn't mind." He smiled at her and she shuddered.
"Please don't," she begged. "Please let me go."
"I don't think so," he said, and picked up his belt. "Okay, guys, lets get to work."
"No!! PLEASE!" she begged as Jose and Jackson knelt to either side of her, each of them holding a pair of pliers in one hand and saps in the other. She began screaming even before John brought the first blow of the belt down against her gaping cunt and ass.
She was in a blaze of agony before the first five minutes were up, her cunt a swollen mass of pain from the relentless beating and her breasts bruised masses of throbbing flesh as each man took her nipple in their pliers and squeezed hard before pulling it far from her body, stretching her round breasts into long, distended cones, and then striking the sides of them with their saps.
Occasionally her nipple would slip from the grip of the pliers, and they would have to require a grip, sending fresh blades of agony through her body as they beat and twisted and mashed her sex organs mercilessly.
By the end of ten minutes she was screaming silently, her voice shrieked out, her body seeming to slip away from her in a haze of pain. When they finally stopped after fifteen minutes of torture, she was no longer really present in her body.
She was there, in a small corner of her mind, and she knew there was a battered animal, pain inflaming every portion of its mass, its throat silently screaming itself raw, hanging upside-down, but it wasn't her. It wasn't the slim, confident, brassy young Asian girl which had been coming home from a party a few hours ago; it was just a piece of meat hanging by tenterhooks while three men abused it.
Even when they cut her down, and the renewed agony of movement threatened to pull her into its pain, she managed to stay above it, to ride out the agony. And when John laid her on her back in the sand and pushed her legs to either side of her head, revealing a cunt that was a swollen red mass of flesh and tits that were black and blue and swollen almost twice their size and torn and seeping blood, she screamed at him, NO! You can't mean to fuck her! No!
When he plunged into the body she watched it shudder in unbearable pain, its mouth open, screaming yet silent, its eyes glassy, its face a mask of shock and pain. She watched him fuck it brutally, and she felt it tug at her, trying to pull her down into its whirlpool of agony.
Each violent thrust rocked the slender body, and she felt herself rocking with it, tendrils of pain reaching out and encircling her. Nooo! She screamed as she was pulled down, down, down.
"AAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed, her voice returning as every bit of torture she had endured seemed to hit her at once. Her body bucked up against her rapist as he slammed back down into her, driving her insane with pain. She seemed to pass beyond some threshold of agony where her brain short-circuited and she came, she came screaming her lungs out and bucking like a woman gone insane, practically throwing John from her as her body exploded in agony and orgasm.
Consciousness slipped from her and returned, and she was still coming, still in the throws of the most painful and the most pleasurable sensations of her young life. She drifted in and out, sensing when John finally came inside her, sensing when he let her go to flop helplessly on the ground, bucking her way through an impossible orgasm, wailing like a woman possessed, kicking and flailing about. Her hands gripped her cunt against her will and sent her even further into orgasm, fluid spraying from her cunt in gushes, wetting the sand beneath her.
When she finally stilled, she lay looking up at the stars, the pain returning slowly, but she didn't care. Nothing would ever be like that again, she knew. She also knew it would take weeks, if ever, to recover from the beating she had received, but she didn't care.
She didn't care when they still didn't leave her alone, when they picked her limp form up and laid it out across the see-saw, placing her head down near the end where the hand grips were, her body angled up. She did not resist, could not resist, when they tied her arms together underneath the see-saw board--she was too exhausted, too much in pain, too much feeling the aftereffects of the torment and ecstasy her rapists had inflicted upon her. Her legs were brought up and tied to the top of the hand grips, leaving her ass and pussy, swollen an angry red, lewdly exposed.
My breasts ache, she thought, knowing they were ugly masses of black and blue flesh, and grunted in pain as Jose entered her sopping pussy, fucking her slowly and evenly. She felt her body respond, and she closed her eyes as another orgasm washed over her, for the moment sparing her from the pain of her body. For the following hour and a half they took turns at her like that, sometimes fucking her in the ass, sometimes in her abused cunt, driving her to orgasm after orgasm until she was floating in a haze of sleep and pleasure/pain.
Then they left her, tied to the see-saw, and she dozed for a while. The false dawn and the sound of voices awoke her; it was two members of the 12th street gang, and they laughed when they found her, and slapped her ass and her tits, causing her to scream. And then they fucked her, making her body, wracked with pain, jerk into orgasm yet again and again. When dawn finally came, they untied her, saying Jose told them to, and went away.
Crawling over to her clothes seemed the most difficult thing she had ever done before she tried to put them on. They had left her money so she took a cab home, collapsing on the couch of her college apartment. As she fell asleep, the throbbing agony in her body matching her heartbeat, her hand found her cunt and brought her to another release.