pain and fear. I was knocked off my feet. My pants were grabbed by two of them and the garment was jerked away. I felt hands grab the top of my panties as I was pulled to my feet.
There was a surge of pressure against my belly as the material strained. I stumbled forward. Another set of hands clawed at the light fabric and I was hurled away. Someone else shredded it the rest of the way, leaving it to fall to my ankles. I fell flat on my face, skidding to a stop at someone's feet.
I was dragged up, completely naked, and spun around the room. I made circle after circle. Claw marks appeared on my tits, belly and ass. Trickles of blood oozed from some of the scratches. Patches of my pubic hair disappeared. Bruises showed up. I screamed, cried and begged for mercy until I lost my voice completely.
I was forced to my knees and slugged in the jaw. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I was barely able to see the boy in front of me as he pulled his zipper open and took his cock out. 'Suck-and baby you'd best not bite!'
A hand grabbed my jaws with bruising force. My mouth was wrenched open and I felt my head being bashed into his pelvis. The cock shot in and hit the back of my mouth like a battering ram. It bounced off and drove into my raw throat. 'Hey-let her do it! It'll be a lot more fun!'
I did as I was told. I couldn't do anything else. I wished they'd kill me and get it over with. I was dizzy, sick and hurt. But they had other ideas. The hand let go of my hair and jaws and went for my breasts instead. The iron-hard prick in my mouth stunk and needed a bath. It tasted acrid and repulsive. I wobbled my head back and forth on it so I'd get it over with as quickly as possible. The rugged veins on the side of the shaft didn't feel good this time.
The thin flesh that slid up and down the stiff joint, as my lips pressed tight, didn't excite me. The soft firmness of the meaty head didn't thrill me. It just hurt and humbled me. I took it because if I didn't they'd break my face up, not because I wanted to. The cock exploded. His slime poured down my throat and ran from my mouth. I wasn't even given time to wipe it away before another cock pressed between my lips.
The owner of this one wanted a deep-throat: He drove my head against his groin and held me there tightly. I almost passed out before he let me back off enough to get some air. Time after time he drove into my mouth that way: Each time he was rougher and harder. Each time he held my head until I was struggling frantically to get air. The others stood around and laughed.
Most of the terrified screams from other buildings had died away now, probably because the girls trapped there had lost their voices too. There had been several shots and most of the dogs had stopped their howling. Things outside seemed pretty quiet. There was only an occasional rasping cry from a girl and a painful whine from a dog.
When I tried to force my mind away from what was happening to me, it was even worse. Every time my mind wandered, Jack Rabbit's mangled, nearly headless body swam into view. It was better to stare into the open fly of a dirty pair of jeans than remember that.
The cock in my mouth was really turned on by punishing my throat. He reached the point where it demanded quicker and quicker strokes. I had longed for that moment. Now I found it was as bad as the suffocating slowness. The prick was long and my throat wasn't used to taking something that far down. He made me raw and it wasn't long until the pain became excruciating.
When he started to spurt his load, he pulled out and sprayed my face. I choked on the little bit he'd drained inside my mouth, and stared past streamers of jism hanging from my eyebrows. The next boy pulled his pants down. 'Please…' I mouthed silently, unable to get more than a strange squeak out.
There was no mercy. The new cock was even bigger than the last. It was bigger than Mark's, bigger even than Jack Rabbit's! It had to have been twelve inches long and two inches wide. He almost dislocated my jaw as his prick slid to the back of my mouth. He had to ram hard even to get the mighty cock into my throat. I gagged and almost drowned on my own puke. Swallowing desperately, I managed to get the horrible, bitter-tasting vomit back into my stomach.
My jaws, already bruised and aching, started to burn with shots of searing pain. I wanted to pass out. I prayed to pass out! I knew they wouldn't stop until they'd done everything they planned. My only hope for relief was to black out. My mind refused to cooperate. It clung to consciousness much the same way it clung to sanity. I couldn't flip out and I couldn't pass out, even though I tried. All I could do was kneel there, letting them tear at my tits and rape my face.
My lips were numb. Finally, even my jaw, tongue and throat stopped feeling anything. It wasn't as bad then. My mind stopped fighting it. I sensed the cock in my mouth swelling. I tensed to receive the load of slime I knew was on its way. His spunk bubbled and clogged my throat. It backed up and coated the inside of my mouth. It even went up into my nose. I turned beet-red from lack of air and started to turn blue before he pulled his prick out.
My stomach rebelled. The force of my vomit shooting up from my stomach cleared my throat and nose. I emptied my tummy and lay in it, sucking air into my lungs. They let me regain my senses. Then they slapped me across the face and shoved the last of their pricks past my lips and along the top of my unfeeling tongue.
I was past feeling. I knew that some of their groin hairs caught on my teeth, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I'd stopped caring. He ran in and out of my mouth for several minutes before finally releasing his sperm into my mouth and face. I was relieved that it was over. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.
There was a break in the action. It was almost like they wanted to relax a little so when they started again it would be that much better. It worked on me too. I relaxed, thinking it was all over. I lay in a heap where they let me fall. Wave after wave of fear and tenseness left. I knew they might kill me now, but I was convinced that the worst was over. Then suddenly they grabbed me. At first I thought I was going to be taken out and shot. I didn't feel panic-just a feeling that I wished I'd turned out a lot different.
They dragged me through the door and threw me onto a rough wooden fence. I was draped over it with my ass high in the air. I began to wish they had shot me. They tied my hands to the bottom rail and I found I was just one of the three girls they'd done this to. We were left dangling over the fence while they gathered odd lengths of split railing which lay around the yard. When they'd gotten four lengths of it the same size, they laid them out, side by side so they formed a neat row.
Then they dragged the four remaining girls out of the shacks and to the row. Their legs were too weak to hold them and they fell. I watched as they were pulled to their feet. The rails were jerked up and smashed into their crotches and held there. I felt the girls' terrible agony as their eyes bugged open wide and they doubled up, clutching at their crotches.
The boys held them in place and tied their knees together so the rails would remain locked into place. Ropes were fastened to each wrist and left dangling there until all four of them were ready. Then a man got on each end of each rail, and lifted the rail and girls.
Two other guys took the cords fastened to their wrists and stepped out so that the girls were balanced. All of their weight rested on the sharp edge of the rails in their cunts. They were held up by the men on the sides. It was going to be a race. I could see a long, rough course marked out that would guarantee that the four girls would have their cunts completely ruined by the time it was over.
The man who'd shot Jack Rabbit held his shotgun in the air and pulled the trigger. The boys started off at a dead run. The girls bounced up and down on the splintery rails. I could almost feel them gouging into me, tearing my cunt lips and clit to shreds. It was horrible to watch them being ripped to pieces. Each time one of them lost their balance the boys on the side would let them tip and twist, but only so far, not enough to go completely over.
All four girls had passed out by the time they crossed the finish line and were tossed aside. The boys caught their breath and turned their attention back to the three of us. There were thirty of them. They lined up at one end and started down the line. My first attacker was the boy with the twelve-inch cock. He didn't go for my pussy. Instead he drove his dry cock between my asscheeks and into my asshole.
My mouth flew open and I screamed as he pushed deep into my bowels. My asshole burned and ached as if my rectum had never had a cock in it before. It was worse than when I'd been a virgin. His cock was so big and dry that it tore and pulled the sensitive ring, instead of stretching it. He didn't give the pain a chance to die away either. He just shoved in harder and harder, faster and faster. It took a couple of minutes before his meat became slick enough to move in and out without burning my sensitive asshole. Those two minutes seemed like an eternity. My muscles tensed so hard they locked for a few minutes. That just added to the bruising agony of the fiery
