1 comments/ 41431 views/ 13 favorites The Blackmail Train By: ladyfreak Maggy was just wandering up and down the street looking for her car. After a long day at work then hitting the club with the girls she was exhausted and wanted to get home. She looks towards the subway station. She sees a large man just loitering, looking around and being just all around creepy. Looking up and down the roads its dark and eerie; tonight the fog is low and giving an ominous feel to the night. As she inhales the air was thick and smells of garbage and sex. The stale smell of cigarettes and booze loomed heavily in this section of the road. As she wanders the street heading to the subway; she looks left then right, she is so very confused as to where her damn car is. Thinking to herself she mutters quietly, "Those girls could have just come home with me". She paces the road with her cell phone in hand just itching to text Tiffany and demand she come help her find the car. She can feel her face getting hotter with rage. She tries to compose herself as to not draw attention to her circumstance. The lingering in this area it makes her feel a bit ill. After the rotten evening working at the corner store, she isn't looking forward to trudging her way home. She begins thinking about her long walk home stopping in place she spaces out as the thoughts dance in her mind. When she snaps out of it she continues looking up and down the roads. It sure is dark and eerie she thinks to herself as she shutters. Putting her phone in her left back pocket she heads to the subway entryway that is just past the strange creepy man. She notices the stranger looking over in her direction, this causes her to freeze dead in her tracks. Pulling out her phone, she looks down at its screen, damn it she thinks to herself no signal. She looks behind her and then turns around trying to decide whether to continue past this guy or turn around. She tries to remember the train schedule and looks at the clock on her phone screen. Bobbing her head left and right quickly mulling over and calculating the time and wait for the next train, she decides to just go for it. The Crap day she had must be making her over react she thinks to herself. She shrugs it off figuring that she was just being silly and profiling what could be a friendly guy who she caught the attention of with her clippy cloppy heals. She decides to just saunter past, and as she does she glances over with a tiny smile and nod "quiet night huh?" she speaks in passing and continues on without waiting for a response. The Stranger leaning against the lamp post. His only response is to turn with a stare that, when caught by the lamp's light, might show some kind of leering menace. So, it continues to be the quiet night she had described, with only the background sounds of horns and sirens to fill in the gaps between her foot-steps...and then his. From somewhere behind her, after she has rounded the corner, heavy boots' soles may a thud in growing volume. Maggy turns the corner and waits in the hallway just past the entrance. She wanted to stay near the street in hopes of getting cell service. Not making it to the platform to wait for her train. She figured it could make it there once she heard the train arrive. Still thinking about how ridiculous she felt panicking about the stranger on the corner. He seemed quite harmless, not the menacing thug she had thought. She looks to her phone hoping for a signal only to find that there is still none. She decides to just look through the pictures in her camera to amuse herself for the next half hour till the train arrives. Her thoughts wander back to that man once again she shakes her head and sighs in relief. The station is empty and quiet tonight. An over head light flickers because the bulb is dying. The buzzing from the florescent lights the only sound that could be heard. Unknown to Maggy the Stranger taking his good, sweet time as he heads towards the subway. With an extra glance over a shoulder, and several seconds of peering down the side streets of the intersection, are enough for him to ensure that the area was vacant, other than himself and the woman who entered before him. He lopes along, with obviously no attempt made at stealth. In the relative silence, His footfalls might almost sound like distant thunder. He turns to the subway entrance, where he and Maggy are liable to make an abrupt meeting. His dark eyes flicker with rapaciousness, and his heavily whiskered dimples are tugged up into a vicious grin. As he enters the subway, Maggy is still very zoned out looking at her phone doesn't notice him. She stands there leaning, her back against the wall with her left leg bent and her foot placed on the wall, still flicking through her phone. She is just waiting there innocently without a care in the world. She is startled out of her veil of contentment suddenly as she hears foot steps approaching. They sound heavy yet lazy as they drag on the sandy dirt covered pavement. She perks up more alert now then she was. She doesn't take her glance away from her phone; however she does shift her eyes to peer to the left over her shoulder. Her heart skips and begins racing as the man walks into the stations tunnel. She isn't sure but has a sinking suspicion this is the man that she was just worrying about outside by the light. She takes her foot off the wall now standing she takes a few breaths and talks herself down, murmuring "No biggy Mags he probably just needs the train too". She finally mellows out and looks up at him and smiles nervously. "hi again" she says in a whisper. hopeful he just ignores her like last time and continues on his way. The man stands back and takes her all in, from head to toe, and back, again. His intent gaze might seem to appraise every single inch of her, but least of all her face. He appears to be looking upon her with the hungry expression of a man who chooses a cut of beef at the market. His focus never quite makes it to her eyes, again, so that he ends up talking to her tits, when he finally get around to rhetorically asking, "You ain't her, huh?' He grumbles this half under his breath, and almost incoherently, before he adds, "Eh...fuck it. You'll do." Maggy now looking back to her phone looks back to her phone closes her eyes hoping to hear his foot steps fade as they pass her. She stands there for what seems like an eternity before finally opening them up again just as she hears his peculiar comment about not being someone else. She tilts her head, her heart begins to race again. "excuse me?' she says in a near whisper. "are you talking to me?" She feels her legs trembling beneath her. The Strange man's brow furrows, his head subtly tilts to the right, like when a dog listens to the conversations of humans. He makes a show of looking all around, before his impatient glare rests on her, once more. This time, it will find her eyes, and fix on them, Then He bluntly asks, ..."the fuck you on, bitch? 'Course I'm talkin' to you! Now, c'mon. Them titties is gettin' me horny." With those rude comments made, He steps forward, trying to circle his left arm around her lower back, so that she may be swept along with him, as he heads down to the bowels of the subway station. Maggy stands there frozen. She is gripping her phone knowing there isn't a signal. She quickly hides her hands behind her back as she turns to face him. She hopes he is just looking for a friend and has mistaken her for them. She stands there shivering listening to his awful comments about her body. She sees him come at her with is left arm she tries to side step out of the way only to be caught by his rather long reach. She stumbles stubbornly trying to halt their course into the station. 'wait.., I'm not on anything, what are you doing? You have the wrong person." She finally manages to stammer off. Little did they both know there had been someone lurking in the shadows just out of view. He saw the Redhead Maggy enter the subway then the large man who followed after. He could hear some commotion as he hid just round the wall that would turn toward the subway. He had been watching her ever sense she had seen her with her Girl friends outside of a gas station. The redhead was outside the gas station dancing with the other girls and teasing the guys. As he slithers around the wall in a rather cocky manor he sees her seeming a bit flustered. He scoffs and just laughs under his breath. He sees the size of the man in comparison to the petite little thing and winces. The large man who has grabbed Maggy attempts to use the advantages of his strength, mass, along with momentum to get her moving in the intended direction. He mutters, 'You gotta be stoned, bitch. Whatchu think I'm doin? That's a fine piece uh ass - all I need to know about you." He chuckles from the back of his throat, as he speak those words. Her heart pounding nearly out of her chest as she is jolted forward. The man smells of motor oil and exhaust fumes, with a splash of booze. She continues to fumble forward as the man over powers her with brute force. She is panic stricken her eyes dart left and right as they both move forward deep into the tunnel towards the station landing. She hopes that there are people in there and that her phone gets a signal soon. She throws her head back looking out to the street and sees a silhouette cast by the street lamp and attempts to call out for help. The once lurking man; much smaller then the man who had her in his grip is, now in the subway hall moves closer and overhears the banter. Seemed the redhead ran into one of the less lenient guys in the city. He laughed and chimed in, casually "That it is, and she was shaking it for everyone just on this overpass a few hours back." He pointed upward above him "Don't mind me, she was definitely teasing with all the right bait." He jolts forward as he sees her trying to get past the man, he quickly closes the gap and blocks the entrance. He shakes his head with a grin. "Hello Again," he laughed as he eyed her. The Larger Man might have been just about to whisk her down to the depths of her own, personal Hell, when the other man's voice reaches them. It gave him cause to turn a curious look back towards the street. At first, his muscles flex and ripple with tension, but some unknown thought or impression returns his casual stance to him. A humorous grin spreads across the larger mans lips, as he calls to the smaller guy, "She's a fuckin' tease, huh? Bout' time she do some pleasin', instead, yeah?" Poor Maggy's eyes widen "uh shit!" she exclaims. "I didn't tease anyone, I was hanging with some friends earlier is all." Her gaze bounces from one man to the other. she steps back slowly trying not to let them see her attempt to escape down the rest of tunnel to the landing platform. She creeps backwards taking tiny steps and still clutching her phone tightly in her palm. The smaller man sees this and slides to the side trying to close the tunnel off more and attempts to walk her in further. He smiles "Listen red, I heard you laughing about that guy hitting on you the other night." he stands a bit taller, not nearly as big as the other man of course, but enough to block her. "You know the worst part about this. If you yell more guys you teased will come and join. You may wish to walk with us, but please feel free to fight." The larger Man's left hand had been drifting down to the roundness of her denim-clad ass, this whole time. Now, he might have come across as the big, lethargic, mindless thug she once thought him to be. but, as soon as he feels her start to pull away, it's like a reflex for his big paw of a hand to dart up to the hairline, at the base of her skull, where his calloused digits are meant to take a painfully tight fistful of that scarlet mane. In a taunting tone, tells her, "Hold yer lil fuckin' horses, cock-tease! Party's just gettin' started!" Maggy looking on in total disbelief, she hopes this is a bad dream, as she feels a hand drifting down her back and quickly grope her ass. As she tenses up his quick reflexes yank her head forcefully backward, his words hiss across her ears. She smells his rank breath as he speaks directly into her face. Tears stream down her cheeks as she begs him. "Please let me go, I'm sorry I teased you, I didn't mean to." The Smaller man in the hallway looks on, his eyes bulge as her head is yanked back, her breasts thrust forward, he grins wide. "Been waiting to see those ever sense she started shaking her ass in the street." He glances down and notice s her holding her phone and quickly swings to try and knock it to the ground. "It's ok I'll record it with my phone red." He declares as he whacks the phone to the cement shattering it to pieces. The larger man tries to keep her like a puppet on short strings, while he holds her in place by that hair-leash, even as she goes for the pitiful crying and apologizing act. He smirks through the whole thing. Once everything seems to be under control, He turns questions on the other man, by asking, "Hey, I know you, right? You're in the group? Think I saw you in on a group gathering; on that blonde, couple nights ago, huh?" Maggy taken off guard by the smaller stranger swinging at her. She watches helplessly as he nails her phone. The smashing sound echos in her head as it hits the ground. She again backs up slowly shaking her head trying to free herself. Still sobbing as the larger man yanks her head around like a marinate on stage. She listens as he asks strange questions about a group to the smaller guy. Thinking to herself what the hell is this shit? Oh god! What the hell. Just then she realized why she couldn't find her car out on the street. "Damn it!" She exclaims. Shaking her head she thinks. why did I choose to fucking take the train to work today and leave my damn car at home. She again pleads. please just let me go. The Smaller of the two men nods to the larger one shill holding Maggy by a fistful of her red hair. "Yeah I'm part of that group, was waiting for someone else to get her." He opens her top a bit more She has been acting like a bitch in heat all night. He tilts his head and pretending to listen. I think I hear others coming. He tells her while staring into her eyes as he watches them well up with tears. "So you can either walk with the 2 of us... or wait until the club clears out and invite the rest. He grins. I could be bluffing of course. But I would start walking if I were you" The larger man's fingers only curl into a tighter ball almost tearing the hairs from her scalp, when she tries to loosen his hold. She'll have to do a lot better than that, if she wants her freedom. Her begging only results in him shaking her head, like she's child's rag-doll. Then he snaps at her, Shut yer God-damn face-hole, while the men talk! So that my new friend may speak, without interruption. He nods at the Smaller guy's confirmation, then He attempts to swing her around to face the right way, down the stairs of the subway. In a less tactful manner, he adds, "Go on, slut! Move it!" Maggy still held tightly by the back of the head she reaches up with her hands tearing at his hand as it rips at her skull. She shutters as he screams into her face, spit speckles her cheeks and she nearly falls to the ground as she is is flung around and shoved forward further into the tunnel. Her heals tapping as she wobbles, her legs trembling. The Smaller man smiles as he watches her struggle. He smile brightens more as he hears people leaving the club. "Well, your night is about to get much busier." He points behind him. "But... my car is right back in that garage. The subways going to get real busy, real fast." He states with a sly tone. The larger man takes a few finer nail gashes across the back of of his hand. Beads of red spring up to form rivulets, which run across almost exact copies of those scratches, in the form of criss-crossing scars. Just about the time he gets the poor girl moving, again, she gets another change of direction-and, possibly, a few less hairs in her head, in the process. He tries to abruptly haul her back, right after The smaller man mentions his car. He grumbles at him, "Dude, I don't give a fuck where, but I'm ready to stuff this cunt full uh cock! Got it??" Maggy still struggling, her eyes nervously dart around looking for someway to get out of this as she is yanked around by the large man she stammers "whhha.. "never finishing her thought for fear that she will be screamed at again. She yanks back as she is pulled in nearly a complete circle to face the other way. Her legs buckle with fright. She tries to pull away she feels the hairs snapping as they break in his fist. "let go of me. Nooo... shit!" She whines out wincing in pain tears still stream down her cheeks. The smaller or the two men reaches behind his back, twisting his neck cracking it Ok , "I'm patient but this bitch really needs to shut up before things get complicated." He cocks back a gun and shoots her point blank. looking to the other Larger man he smirks. "No worries tranq gun" He says as he nods for help dragging her. The larger Man is just about to do something, not exactly sure of what when he see the drawn weapon, but it only takes a fraction of a second to recognize that it's not a real 'firearm'. And the guy's words put any doubt to rest. So, he let go of her lustrous locks of hair, at just around the same time as she drops, like a sack of potatoes. He crouches, on his way past her, catching an ankle, and literally begins to drag her across the rough, cracked, filthy street to the parking. The lager man extends his hand to the Smaller man. "Call me Blade." The smaller man never taking the handshake gesture just nods, "I'd be Spence, now grab the cunt and lift will ya." He leans down grabbing her upper body off of the floor. "No need to bloody her up just yet." He snickers. The two carry her off to the parking garage down the road. Once there The walk Maggy over to the back of a van its back doors swung open to the left and right. The two plop her down. The Smaller man called Spence just hops in the back of the van still holding the gun. While Blade walks around picking up a few rocks he busts a few over head lights; to give them more cover from prying eyes, should any decide to venture to look. As Maggy starts to come to yet still groggy and in a fog. Her head is throbbing and vision blurry. Just then she feels her back stinging it feels hot and sore. She reaches up to rub her head and feels the back there she finds a bump, pulses with pain. As she stands back up wobbly and unsteady on her feet she looks through squinted eyes and is able to make out the Smaller man, called Spence holding a gun sitting in some kind of truck. She raises her hands to cover her mouth as she gasps. She tries to speak "I.. I.. I..", but fails to find the words Shades smiles and waves the gun at her "That's much better, nice and quite, we don't want a crowd." He nods to Blade "Think you could help this poor thing out of her clothing, she seems a bit nervous and she'll need all her energy soon." He snickers "I'm sure she is going to stand right there and let you." He points the gun to her breasts. Blade is clearly a helpful sort of guy, because he was quick to render assistance in lifting her to her feet, forcefully. Oddly, though, even once she's upright, his hands keep on lifting. It might be right around this time, when she realizes that he is holding onto the bottom lip of her blouse. His intention, now apparent, is to peel that garment up and over her head, so it can be carelessly discarded. Maggy though groggy tries to make sense of how she got here. The last thing she knew she was in the tunnel of the subway and she was being pulled by her hair. She feels her body tremble as her top is pulled upwards. She gasps as a button pops from the force at which it is yanked, her arms resist only a bit as she is still weak and confused. Shocked when it hits her that she is shirtless she reaches to cover up her breasts. She hears the soft flutter as it floats to the ground. Nervously she turns left then right looking for some way yo escape. The Blackmail Train Spence grins "Daaaamn, look at those fucking breasts dude." He quickly reaches out and pulls her hands off her chest when she resists he points the guy at her again. She slowly lowers her arms turning her head in shame. He then twists each nipple. Looking right at her breasts he says, "So fucking," he makes a kiss sound in the air. "Perfect." Licking his lips as he reaches down, his fingers tracing her stomach, he takes the gun away and puts it to his lips, "Remember be very very quiet, we're hunting. He tilts his head thinking. You..." he exclaims with a sly smile. He tries to unbutton and unzip her pants one handed. Almost whispering but more like a hissing he tells her, "Those kinda need to go, because your mouth might only be able to handle one," me motions to Blade as he continues, "judging by my new friends size here." Blade finds her a much more compliant toy than the last few, when she obediently allows her attire to be stripped from her lovely, young frame. He even remarks about this, to his fellow group member, by saying, "Maybe, I'm gonna get me one uh those," he throws a hand up gesturing to the tranq gun, "if it makes all these lil honeypots as friendly". While he leans in, so close that the radiating heat, and dampness of sweat, from his torso will spread over her back, he peeks down to watch the torment of her lovely bosoms. And, when the other man goes for the fly of her jeans, His warm, rum and cigar-scented whisper will swirl in the canal of her ear to tell her, "Kick off them boots, princess." Maggy shivers as the cool winds of the night air caresses her body. Shivering in fear and red faced from embarrassment. Just then the Spence pinches and twists her left nipple to the point she cries out with a loud moan. Her senses are overload. She again begins to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks leave trails down her perky and supple breasts. She tries to grab his hand to pull it away from her nipple to be able to cover her breasts. She feels him then unbutton her jeans fumbling like a high schooler on his first date. Then she hears the zipper wiz down. She struggles, twisting her hips trying to pull away. She hears the man Blade from behind her calling her princess and calling for her to remove her boots. She shakes her head in defiance and whimpers, "please don't do this...," as she begins taking off her left boot by stepping on it heal, she pulls upward releasing her foot from the base then steps on it with her right foot pulling it free entirely. She then does the revers with the other. Spence yanks her pants open as the fly drops. "Now, slut, you don't mind if I call you slut right?" gripping her jeans and trying to yank them down, "I know you can hear all those people just on the other sides of the walls huh?" He perks his ear listening, "Now if you wiggle out of those tight ass jeans, they might never even know what a fine piece of ass is here for them." He yanks down, "But if you want them here, just try to keep these pants on, I'll call them all in." Blade takes half a step back, so he can have the opportunity to admire the rear-view, and, of course, to keep an eye out for any signs of potential escape or resistance attempts. And, other than casually kicking the boots, which she just shed, against the near wall, His job's pretty easy, back there. So, he just relaxes, and appreciates the show, for now. He makes a soft sucking sounds and he pulls air through his teeth while he shakes his head. He looks her all over just itching to take hold of her. His hands flex and his arms jerk in anticipation of his conquest. Maggy stands on her tip toes barefoot and topless. She listens to the demands of Spence still sitting on the trucks tailgate. She wiggles her hips left and right and helps shimmy her jeans down. She stand there still covering her breasts and sobbing. She feels the breath of the larger man behind her at the base of her neck. Then it leaves her as her jeans slide to the pavement with a crumpled swoosh. As steps out of them and shakes her head left and right. Again she begs, "please no, don't call anyone." with a soft muttering trying to keep from letting others hear whats going on. Spence watches as she steps out of her pants smiling as he admires her. "You know man, never ceases to amaze me how hot these chicks with gang rape fantasies are." He wipes a tear, "and they make it seem so real when they beg to stop..." he pauses, "Well red?" he hops out of the truck and puts the gun away as he starts to undress himself. "Not going to lie, this is probably gonna hurt, but you'll get what you called us for." Blade shakes his head, but not to indicate a negative. His features reveal amazement, while his gaze continues to devour every inch of her freshly revealed skin. He peels his sweat-soaked shirt from his back, and flips it over the right shoulder, before working open the zipper of his pants, in order to free his straining erection from its denim confinement. As he does this, He comments, "Crazy bitches, I love 'em!" After the zipper is down, he pulls open the buckle of his belt and it dangles down with a jingling. Maggy shutters as Spence's hand swipes the tear from her face, she turns her face away bashfully she hears the clomping of shoes being tossed to the street and the unzipping of Blades pants behind her. Then the swooshing as they are cast to the floor. She fearfully listens to every sound as she tosses her head left and right looking for some escape. Then she hears yet another garment hitting the ground. Then it hit her! They think she is playing a part in some fantasy. Just as the other mans pants are now unzipping. She shivers and her body slips nearly falling as her legs try to fail her. "Please... don't." She cries quietly. Spence nods to the man, "We've kept her waiting long enough," he says calmly as he takes advantage of her shock and tries to position her between them. "Now I need to tell you, there is a homeless camp nearby, so don't howl to loud and make them all come take turns." He starts to move her into position as he waits for the other man to get on the other side of her. Blade palms the shaft of his hard-on, and wields it toward her, as if it's more of a weapon than a sexual organ. He get in really close, until the glans can tease across her flesh. With his free hand he reaches for her nearest wrist, in case she gets any funny ideas, and to help steady her, of course. With increasing urgency, He announces, "Time to pound some pussy!" Maggy can feels sweat dribble from her hairline and run down her back, the movement burns her scraped skin and tickles at the same time it sends a shiver coursing through her. She gasps from the extra stimuli. Stumbling as she is turned by the waist to face the larger man known only to the other man as Blade, while the smaller one; Spence, stands behind her. She tries to keep holding her arms across her breast to conceal them but Blade takes hold of her right arm and holds tight. She throws her head back turning away from his face nearly smashing it into the other man. She tenses up with his words. Spence grabs a leg just as she turn sand lifts her. "See that's a good bitch... I suggest biting your lip, this is gonna suck." he shifts her further when he realizes she is not trying to stop herself form being moved. Just trying to hide her tits, "how cute he thinks." He shifts her in position watching as the other man gets ready, his cock rigid and aching to plow her as well. His too throbbing as it twitches. The head piercing her roughly as they simultaneously cram their cocks in her, feeling her tight holes tear open. Blade joining in on the task lifting her up to where she can be impaled, like some Roman sacrifice on Jupiter's cock. His rough hands seize the backs of her thighs, try to hold them splayed apart, and then ease her down on his stiff organ. Her own weight will probably end up stretching her tight pussy to accommodate the length and girth. Through gritting teeth, he groans, and tips his head back, in response to the overwhelming sensations of that sweet cunt's embrace. Maggy quivers, tears streaming down her face like a flood. As she is hoisted off the ground. She is impaled from both ends. Her pussy not ripe or ready was surprisingly wetter then she thought as she feel the massive cock slid in with ease. Her ass however is ripped wide open she lets out a scream in agony. "ahhh" but quickly covers her own mouth to stifle the sound. The rhythm not synchronized and awkward at first. She is bounced back and forth as her tight cunt is slammed into and her ass ripped open. Spence grits his teeth as he feels how tight she actually is "Jesus..." he groans. " This bitch is easily the tightest one of the group," he pulls his phone out and sets it down recording, "Almost forgot to get you that video red..." he grunts as he shifts his hips hard... his eyes rolling back as he feels her grinding his cock. Blade's legs and hips work together to drive her upward, only to suddenly back off, so gravity will send her elastic pussy-mouth back to the wiry hairs of his pelvis, again and again. He grunts, strains, huffs, and puffs, like some old-time locomotive, as he builds up to a strong, steady rhythm of deep, almost sadistic, pussy plowing. He tries to hold the same pace, so things won't be so imbalanced between himself and the other rapist. Maggy's body becomes overloaded with stimulation; she feels her body betray her as she lets out a moan as her reaches climax. The juices pour out of her like a flowing river. Feverishly be begins meet each thrust of theirs with her own, grinding them both harder, she pants and moans. Her body sweat and tear soaked. She closes her eyes as she rocked back and forth between them both. She tried to pretend she was somewhere else hoping it would all be over soon. She feels the man at her rear move like he is trying to reach for something, She grabs hold of the man in front of her; Blade, trying to catch herself as she starts to slip feeling like she might fall. Spence picks up his cell phone trying to look at the screen while he thrust into her ass. Just to make sure to get her on video cumming. "Now bitch, if your a good little slut and beg nicely, we'll let you go home after we cum once... and I mean BEG... if not you'll be milking us both all night long... and anyone else I text..." He holds the phone recording her moaning. An evil smile grows on his face as he watches her cumming like a whore unaware she was being recorded. Blade shows a grin, or lets out a chuckle, here and there, but doesn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, once the banging begins. The veins stand out on the bunching muscles of his arms, chest, neck, and even at his temples, beneath a thin sheen of glistening sweat. His eyes turn down to watch her tender, little titties dance before them. And that's about the moment when his body language first hints at building toward an inevitable conclusion. He bucks and grunts as he climbs the ladder to climax. As Maggy is moaning she grids her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Her ass flinching a bit as she slams back into the smaller guys cock. She whispers to them "ahhh, stop please, stop, ohh. fuck it. Fuck me.. ahh." She lets out yet another moan as she again cums, feeling her pussy juices pour from all sides and hears the slapping sound as her orifices are desecrated. Her Tits flapping up and down as she bounces on her cock ride. Maggy in the trows of another Orgasm isn't even thinking about how she came to meet these two men. Spence keeps the video going as he nods to the other man, "I think this bitch earned a bukake and walk of shame," He hisses in her ear, "that means you walk out covered in cum... and no clothes bitch... we save that for special women." With that he pulls out and looks to the other Man, "Lets put her on her knees where she belongs." He put her down and starts to jerk his cock over her innocent sweat coated face... A smiles fades as his face turns to an intent stare as he tugs his pulsing and hard cock. Blade's entire form starts to quake, as though in the midst of some epic, internal struggle. Some relief shows on his face, when it's time to pull out of that Heavenly hole, and shoot a load where such a skank deserves to receive it. He aims a powerful shove to try to put her down, then pumps his manhood, just a few times. That's all it takes, before he starts to shower her in hot, thick, sticky seed. Maggy falls backward as she is shoved to the ground. She throws her head back and closes her eyes. She steadies herself with her left hand and reaches around to her pussy with her right. She rubs her clit feverishly continuing to cum as she is showered in a flow of warm liquid. She opens her mouth trying to catch some in her mouth. She releases her left hand and wobbles trying to remain steady she takes that hand and smears the hot cum into her mouth and down her breasts. Blade's shudders in the grip of an intense orgasm! Letting out a loud groan, He continues to stroke his now softening cock as the final spurts of cum squirt from its head. Spence feels his cock twitch as he watches her bath herself in their cum. "See," he moans, as he snaps a picture of her covered in cum, "and this picture and my recording... well we will be seeing you again real soon." He grins as he grabs his clothes and gets dressed, taking hers and shoving them in a trash can and tossing a match in. "With luck you'll only get fucked 5 maybe 6 more times on your way to the subway." Maggy opens her eyes, and realizes what she has done. She sees Spence pick up her clothes then toss them in the trash as he pulls on his last boot. Her eyes widen as he sets them a blaze. She lowers herself to the floor pulling her legs to the right side she sit there in shock. The Other man Blade just chuckles as Spence flicks the lit match. She looks from one man to the other tears fill her eyes once again. She shivers as the nights breeze blows across her sweat and cum drenched body. Blade begins pulling his shirt back on. He leaves his cock still dribbling to hang a few moments before pulling it back into his jeans and zipping them up. He then fastens his belt causing it to make that same jingling sound from before. He comments to Spence. "Got that recording the cunt ordered?... yea this wasn't her," He shrugs and continues. "Course I ain't complainin', fuck it." He stands back admiring his panting job. He sucks air in through his teeth making that familiar sound. Spence looks back to the girl on the floor, "Get up you filthy whore, start walking." he demands. A devious smirk crawls across his face as she attempts to stand up. "I told you you'd be taking the walk of Shame now go! Be on your way." He point to the garage's exit. He lets out a quite snicker as Maggy slowly starts walking she uses her left arm to try and conceal her breasts while her right hand cups her sore used pussy. Her hand placement causes her to walk with an awkward shuffle. Maggy used, embarrassed and terrified trudges slowly to the exit unsure about what the men might try to do next. She looks back only briefly before she starts running to the street heading for the subway station. She feels the rock and gravely road beneath her bare feet as she bolts as fast as her legs can after that exhausting experience. She can kinda make out some gasping and fading laughter from the people she passes in the street as she streaks past them still attempting to cover up her bare naked flesh. Once in the tunnel hall of the subway she stops only briefly to catch her breath before she starts running again. She trips over something hard hurting her left foot, looking back she sees her shattered phone but continues on her way. She hopes to find a cast way article of clothing left on the platform as she exits the hall. Blade and Spence remain in the garage. They discuss the group that they are both involved in and how if was nice to be able to meet up with women who wanted to hook up for a rape fantasy. Spence then tilts his head cracking his neck and questions "Blade..wait what did you say about Lil Red? She wasn't the mark?" He sands there with his face pulled down almost making a kiss face sucking in at his cheeks. He shrugs "huh.. might want to follow her then make sure she didn't hit up the cops." Blade laughs as Spence just realizes that the rape had been real and not the intended group hook up he initially thought it to be. "Eh, fuck her!" He exclaims, "Fucking whore she was, c'mon Whatchu think she'll do run in bare assed? eh.. shit..nah." He looks back to Spence as he walks away and yells out with an afterthought. "I'm gonna get me one uh those," he points to Spence's belt At the tranq gun. His footsteps heavy as he clomps his way out of the area. Spence who was still standing near the burning trash seems to get an idea. His eyes light up with a devious twinkling. He turns to spit into the flames as she starts to make his way in the same direction that Maggy took off in. He stops at the mouth of the garage looking up and down the road for any signs of her. He sees club goers making their way out of the bar and some just hanging round chatting. He nods his head as if in agreement to something, only no one was talking to him. He continues on his way, with a swagger to his step he walks to the streets end. As he arrives at the opening to the subway station he lurks around a bit in the shadows making sure the cops weren't in sight. He slinks around the corner and in to the hallway where he first encountered the red head and her brutal campaign. Looking to the ground he sees something, the thing his twisted mind had alerted him to in the garage. Her busted phone. With a loud chuckle he swops down and take hold of it and smiles. "This will be handy," he snickers. "Stupid bitch." He nods his head again licking his lips he then blows a kiss at the phone. "I'll be seeing her again. Yes I will..." To be continued...