ADDICTED

She fought like a wildcat. Her struggling made it very difficult for the gang. Keeping her under control was no easy task, not even when all five of them were holding her down. She wriggled and bucked and jerked and twisted, using every ounce of strength in her athletic body. The guys had expected her to resist but none of them had figured she would fight so vigorously. Her fierce writhing soon flattened the grass all around her. Her heels gouged into the dirt as her legs kicked madly. Even when Big Kevin pulled off her running-shoes and socks her bare feet still pounded the earth.

Like most serious runners she was fit and healthy and strong. Her figure was slim and graceful and superbly toned. She had a firm, lithe body that she obviously kept in good shape. The sleek muscles in her arms and legs suggested that she worked out at the gym, while the smooth honey-brown hue of her skin implied regular visits to the tanning salon. From a distance she looked like a natural blonde but, on closer inspection, the guys saw dark roots on her scalp and realized she was a brunette who dyed her hair. Her ponytail, however, was a rich golden color with no darker streaks. It flicked and swirled on the grass with each frantic twist of her head. Big Kevin wondered if she used dye "down below" but Ricky laid a ten-dollar bet that she shaved her pubes. Kevin accepted the wager and started clawing at her tight red shorts. That was when she first started screaming into the hand-gag. Her body writhed in a frenzy as the shorts were pulled down her legs. Ricky and Tyler had to keep a very firm grip on her ankles to prevent her feet from kicking. At one point she managed to bring up her left knee to slam it into Kevin's ribs as he crouched between her legs. The big clod was so fat that he barely felt the knee-jab, but he decided to punish her for it nonetheless. Leaning forward, he raised his massive fist and brought it down hard on her stomach. Beneath her white T-shirt the taut, toned muscles of her belly gave way under the awesome force of the punch. Her whole body jerked in an agonized spasm. A strange gurgling yell spluttered into the hand-gag but Morgan pressed his palm down on her mouth to smother the noise. His other hand kept her right wrist pinned on the ground. The left wrist was held by Thomas, the youngest of the five assailants. He was only nineteen and this was his first rape. The other guys were all in their mid-twenties and had attacked more than a dozen women, always working as a team. All of them had wives or girlfriends, homes and jobs. They seemed like ordinary, respectable young men but they were addicted to rape and could not break the habit. They were hooked on sexual assault like other people were hooked on cocaine or heroin. To these guys the sheer thrill of raping a woman, the huge adrenaline rush of violently penetrating soft female flesh, was far more intoxicating than any drug.

They had caught the runner in the woods, pulling her off the trail and into the trees before she could scream for help. Within a few seconds they had got her on the ground and stretched out her limbs. In those first frantic moments she could probably have escaped, if she had reacted quickly enough. But now, as she lay staring upward in panic, with five masked men crouching around her, she had no chance of getting away or calling for aid. She was doomed, and her fate was sealed. Even before Big Kevin hauled down her shorts she knew she was going to be stripped and fucked.

"Hold her down!" said Morgan, when a sudden twist of her body almost knocked Thomas off balance. "Get a better grip on her wrist, unless you want her to punch you in the face. She's a tough little bitch who won't give up without a fight."

"Sorry!" said Thomas, blushing behind his black cloth mask. "She caught me off guard with that crazy wriggle."

"Nice underwear!" Ricky observed, leering at the skimpy panties revealed by the removal of the red shorts. "Tight and white, just how I like 'em!"

"Where's the knife?" Kevin inquired.

"Here," said Tyler, handing over a small blade. "Be careful - I sharpened it this morning. It's like a razor."

"I see what you mean," said Kevin, leaning over to slice through the runner's T-shirt. The knife sheared open the front of the garment with one stroke. Another two strokes sliced it completely away.

"Cut off her bra," said Morgan. "But be careful not to prick her skin - she's trying to buck like a rabbit."

Kevin cut away the stretchy white sport-bra quite easily. As soon as the woman's breasts were exposed he leaned forward to place his hands on them. His enormous palms and thick fingers enveloped her perky orbs to squeeze them gently.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Her tits feel great!"

"They look quite small," said Ricky. "Not as big as I expected. When she jogged along the trail they looked quite bouncy but now they don't seem so impressive."

"Stop complaining!" said Morgan. "She's a very sexy lady, with a nice face and cute blue eyes. She's perfect for a first-timer like Thomas: perfect prey for a rookie rapist."

"Definitely!" said Thomas. "I never thought my first one would be as pretty as this. She's gorgeous!"

Kevin withdrew his hands from the woman's bosom and tucked his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. "Anybody want these?" he inquired, as he pulled the panties down her thighs.

"Yeah, I'll have them," Tyler answered.

The woman's legs had to be pressed together to allow Kevin to remove her underwear but, as soon as the task was done, her ankles were splayed wide again. The panties crumpled into a little white ball which Tyler shoved in his pocket.

For a while the five masked assailants feasted their eyes on their victim's nude body. Her skin was a smooth light-brown color all over, even in the places where most tanned women show bikini-lines. She looked fantastic: a slim, sleek-limbed goddess writhing on the ground like a playful kitten. She no longer screamed into the gag but Morgan kept his hand on her mouth just in case. He could feel her teeth rubbing against his palm, which was already wet with her saliva. He knew the relentless pressure was bruising her lips but he did not care how much it hurt as long as she stayed quiet. The screaming had stopped and she was now sobbing and whimpering but he knew another burst of yelling was inevitable. He and his buddies were going to subject her to an ordeal beyond her worst nightmare.

"You owe me ten dollars," said Ricky to Kevin. "See? My guess was correct. She shaves her crotch every day."

"Smooth as silk," Tyler whispered, using one hand to stroke the hairless mound. His fingertip traced the outer edge of the runner's pussy-lips before sliding up and down the exposed pink slit in between. She squirmed in protest. Her small, pert breasts rose high as she arched her spine off the ground. Into the hand-gag she bleated a muffled moan and a faint squeal of terror.

"I want to lick her cunt," said Thomas, moistening his tongue behind the mask. His throat felt dry with lust and excitement but his mouth grew wet at the thought of performing oral sex on such a beautiful woman.

"Not allowed, kid!" Morgan retorted sternly. "Saliva leaves too much evidence for the forensics people. It's like semen: it ties you to the crime then comes back to haunt you if you get arrested for something else. So, no pussy-licking, no kissing, no blowjobs. This is a strict rule of our rape-gang. It's why we never get caught."

Thomas was disappointed. He really enjoyed putting his tongue inside a vagina and did it to his girlfriend every night. The runner had a smooth, succulent slit which he felt desperate to lick but he understood the rule and knew that it must be obeyed. With a resigned sigh he tightened his hold on her wrist and looked down at her face. Her mouth and chin were totally covered by Morgan's hand but Thomas met her frightened stare and saw teardrops welling in her beautiful blue eyes. A fleeting pang of pity stung his heart but he ignored it. He knew there was no turning back: the situation had gone too far. In his jeans his erection was so stiff that it made his balls ache. His head was spinning and he could barely breathe. The prospect of shoving his rock-hard penis inside this gorgeous, helpless, terrified woman was almost too exciting to contemplate.

"Me first!" said Ricky.

"No way!" Tyler objected. "You got first fuck last time, when we caught the red-haired housewife."

"Bullshit!" said Ricky. "I was second in line with the redhead, after you nearly ripped her in two with your massive dick. I haven't had the first fuck since we raped the two cheerleaders."

"Bullshit!" growled Tyler.

"It's your turn this time," said Morgan, pointing at Ricky. "You get first dip of the runner's cunt. The new guy goes second, followed by me. But I get first strike in her ass when we flip her over."

"Thank you!" said Ricky, swapping places with Kevin, who used so much pressure to grip the victim's ankle that she writhed in pain. She lifted her head off the ground to peer along her naked body. Her blonde ponytail was flecked with grass and dirt. Her nostrils flared in panic when she saw Ricky kneel between her legs. Behind his mask he chuckled excitedly, while his hands fumbled with his zipper.

"Careful, guys!" Morgan warned, as the woman tried to yank herself free.

"Hold her down," said Ricky, gasping with relief when he released his throbbing manhood from his pants. With trembling fingers he slid a condom down to the root. "Pull her arms and legs taut. That's right! Keep her nice and still while I lie on top of her."

"She's still trying to wriggle," said Kevin. "I never saw a skinny bitch fight so hard."

"Mmmmmm," Ricky murmured, as he lay down on the woman. Beneath his chest her small, firm tits felt like a pair of rubber balls. "I've almost got my cock inside her juicy little......Oh man!.... she feels so warm and wet inside, so hot and tight."

"Fuck her slowly," said Morgan. "Make her feel every thrust."

"Has she stopped crying?" Tyler asked. "I don't hear any more whimpers."

"She's still sobbing a bit," Morgan answered. "But she's fairly quiet."

Kevin sniggered coldly. "She won't stay quiet when we screw her in the ass. I reckon she might need more than a hand over her mouth." He turned to Tyler and said: "Well, kid, what do you think of it so far? Are you glad you signed up?"

Tyler was so turned-on he was almost too dizzy to reply. Inside his pants a steady trickle of pre-cum was dripping from his stiff, aching cock. "I think it's amazing," he whispered. "The whole rape thing is totally awesome. I can see how you guys got hooked on it."

Kevin's sadistic smile widened. "Welcome to our club," he said.