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ALEX MACK GETS RAPED By Moxy
Alex Mack was a young girl of 16 . She had a small pouty mouth, and an
innocent schoolgirl face. She had mdeium sized breasts and was just
getting her girlish curves. She was truly a stunning beauty. She had
long blonde hair falling to the small of her back.
Alex was shy but yet friendly. She was a tomboy and a virgin.
She usually wore faded denim jeans and oversized clothes that hid
the fact she was a female. Alex was embarassed by her body and didn't
like to show it off.
Until recently, Alex had possessed super powers that she got when she
was doused with a chemical called GC-161. She had the powers for years
but had recently lost them when she had taken an antidote that her father
had invented. Alex had swallowed the concocktion and had lost her powers.
She was a normal girl now and she often missed her powers.
Her size B breasts filled out her blouse perfectly, being more than ample
for her lithe frame. She usualy wore tenos shoes and baseball caps to
complete
her outfits.
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Alex wished she hadn't stayed so late. It was 2 a.m. and she was stuck in
the bad part ofParadise Valley. Alex had snuck out of her house to attend
a party a friend's house. Her parents didn't even know she was gone.
She was thankful that it wasn't cold, since she really hadn't dressed for
it.
The girl had on a pair of denim coveralls. A denim jacket, just falling to
her
waist, kept her warm, since her only top was a sleeveless T-shirt, which
juggled slightly as she walked, for she had not worn a bra.
Well, she thought, it had been a raging party, and she had wanted to go
to it badly. Alex liked boys more now and she was trying to get a
boyfriend.
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.
Alex 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 passangers, the one riding shotgun a Mexican, the one in
the back black.
"Hey girlie," the white one called out, "looking sweet meat. Want to
party?"
Now Alex 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 Alex 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 startled her, and her chest constricted in
fear as she bolted forward, hoping they would tire of the game or that
she could escape through speed.
"Hey!" Alex heard behind her and then the squeal of tires and suddenly
out of the back seat and began to lunge toward her while the Mexican
swung himself over the hood of the car. Alex tried to escape and ran
only to feel arms encircle her waist and lift her off the ground.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! FIRE! MURDER! HELP! SOMEBODY!" Alex
screamed at the top of her lungs as she struggled against the man holding
her. The Mexican came up before her and grabbed her arms, and between
them they wrestled her screaming and thrashing into the back seat of the
caddie.
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Alex Mack 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. Alex could feel her own
adreneline 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 adreneline 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." Alex could almost feel the evil 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," Alex 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, Baby 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. Alex 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 coveralls 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," Alex 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. Alex was a
virgin! it screamed, and these stupid, sorry sons of a bitches 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. Alex 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 jerkings, 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 tantilization 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 interupted, and began
to jerk his hips slightly up into her face, pushing his cock even further
up
her throat, and back, and up.
Alex 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
she 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. Alex stood dazidly 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.
Alex 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
Mexcian looks, although she saw a touch of Spaniard in him. Jackson, the
black, 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 caucasun
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 jungle jim, where children
might have played were it safe. Alex saw a slide, two horsies on springs, a
half-dome jungle bars, two sets of monkey bars parallel to each other, a
seesaw, swings, chinup bars of different levels, and a sandpit. Alex 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." Alex 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! Alex 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." <SNAP>
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.
Alex 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 hardly no pubes," John blurted out. "Ya she does," Jose
said, walking up to Alex and running his hands up between her legs until
they
brushed against her mound. "These young ones, their just sparse down
below."
Alex 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. Alex 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 lay 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?" Alex 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.
Alex 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." Alex
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. Alex 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.
"Seven minutes." "Four minutes." He flicked the cigarette out and lit up
another one. "One minute." Alex had not moved. "Okay cunt, looks like you
get to learn the hard way. To the horse, boys."
Alex 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. Alex
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," Alex 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." Alex 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.
Alex screwed up her pretty teen 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. Alex 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 lewidly 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."
Alex smelled 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 the
park,
and panic began to well in her as Jose said, "Now it's time to party!"
<Whack> "Uhhgg," Alex grunted as the first belt landed across her slender
shoulders. <Whack> "Ah," as her lower back took the blow. <Whack>
"Aaaaahhhhhrrrrgggg!" she wailed as the belt struck across her burned as
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!" Alex 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.
Alex 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
he
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 pummelling, while her face and throat were sharp jagged
edges of sensation. Alex's 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. Alex 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, interupted
by
stinging points of light. The wispy fluttering grew into an insistent
buzzing
sensation, and spread throughout her body. Alex's breasts felt heavy and her
nipples swollen as the sensation grew stronger, more powerful, making her
body
involuntarily hump against the horse.
"Fuck ya..."
"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. Alex 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.
Alex 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 degredation 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 nubile body swaying slightly in the
night, feeling Jackson's come oozing from her cunt onto her thighs. Jose
was
sitting crosslegged in front of her, naked except for his socks.
"You know, little girl," he said, "I've never seen a cunt come so hard in my
entire life." Alex cringed inwardly, her mind calling her a worthless sex
crazed slut. "You are 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 laying hard against his stomach and his
hands
supporting his head.
"Please..." she begged, "don't."
"Seven minutes and 45 seconds."
Choking down a sob, Alex crawled over to him, carefully straddling his body,
her form beautiful in the moonlight, her long braid falling down her back.
Oh
god, she said to herself, he's making me rape myself. Alex 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.
Alex 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 at her 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.
Alex 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.
"Six Minutes." 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."
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. "Four Minutes."
Alex 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.
"Three Minutes."
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.
"Two Minutes."
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.
"One Minute."
Alex 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....
"TIME!"
"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! Alex 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.
Alex 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 unfullfilled 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.
Alex 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.
Alex 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 young 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.
Alex 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.
Alex Mack seemed to slip out of her body for a moment, to see the lewd
picture
she presented to the world. Her frail teenage 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.
Alex 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 of
ecstacy shocked her, each greater than the last. Alex 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 cum, which only sent her higher. Alex Mack
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 16 year old white
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.
"Freaky."
Jackson. "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?" "50 bucks." "You're on." "Then give
me a hand, boys."
Alex 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 forhead. 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.
The ravaged girl 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. Alex 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 cunt,
tying
it off to her arms.
Each little motion caused the rope to slide against her labia, causing her
excrutiating 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," Alex begged, "let me go." "I don't think so," he said, and
picked
up his belt. "Okay, guys, lets get to work."
"No..." Alex 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.
Alex 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. Occassionally her nipple would slip from the grip of the pliers,
and they would have to reaquire 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 Alex 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. Alex 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 tomboy girl which had been coming home
from
a party a few hours ago; it was just a piece of meat hanging by tenderhooks
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
an
seeping blood, Alex screamed at him, " NO! You can't mean to fuck me! No!"
When he plunged into her body Alex 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 her brutally, and she felt depraved as
her lust tugged at her, trying to pull her down into a whirlpool of agony.
Each violent thrust rocked the slender body, and Alex felt herself rocking
with it, tendrils of pain reaching out and encircling her. " Nooo!" she
yelled as she was pulled down, down, down.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG!" 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.
Alex seemed to pass beyond some threshold of agony where her mind snapped
and short-circuited, 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. Conscousness 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 Alex 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.
Alex 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. Alex 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 ecstacy 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. Alex 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 Alex dozed for a while. The
false dawn and the sound of voices awoke her; it was two guys from her
school, 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.
Crawling over to her clothes seemed the most difficult thing she had ever
done before Alex tried to put them on. They had left her money so she took
a
bus home, collapsing on the couch in the living room. As Alex fell asleep,
the sore throbbing agony in her body matching her heartbeat. Alex Mack's
hand found her cunt and brought her to another release.
THE END
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