I need to confine myself to get to grips with what happened to me some month ago. I do not know whom to tell, so I decided to write a story about me being raped.
First let me describe myself. For the purpose of this report, my name is Kathy. I am a 43 year old light skinned red head and mother of two, living in Germany. I have shoulder long curly hair and I am 1.62m (5’4’’) and heavy build with 70kg (154lb). I have been called fat or dumpy, but I feel that this is not really true. I have gained some weight over the years, especially after the birth of my second child and now have fatty deposits around my waist and my bottom as well as big thighs. The rest of my body remained in shape with the exception of my breasts.
My breasts used to be a firm C cup. With the breast feeding they have become rather soft and saggy. The most noticeable feature of my breasts are my large nipples, which are always pointy and visible through my bra.
It was end of July and I had an appointment at my gynaecologist for the yearly check-up. I am always anxious about this visit, as I tend to get aroused before the examination. The thought of undressing in front of a man that is not my husband, presenting him my most private area from him to look at and touch as well as the sense of loss of control while being on the exam table always arouses me and I get wet just thinking about it. I am always afraid that my doctor notices it.
Over the last few years my husband got lazy and our sex live has diminished. We only have sex very infrequently. He usually does not bother to get me to orgasm and contents himself with coming in me. So I usually try to fantasize about being fucked by a stranger, being victimized and reduced to a sex object, being under his control or being forced to have sex. This usually ensures me to orgasm as well.
I just finished the doctor’s visit and was cycling back home. It was a fairly warm day and I was dressed for the temperature and the doctor’s visit wearing easily removable clothes for the examination - a light blouse, light skirt, underwear and slip on sandals.
I usually take the main road but I needed to do some shopping, so I took a detour which led along some derelict housing blocks towards the main shopping street. This part of town was somewhat rough without any people on the street. I would normally not take that route, but since it was in the middle of the day, I felt quite save.
I was still aroused, as it turned out that my doctor was out of office and I was examined by his substitute, whom I did not know. I was still caught in this fantasy of being touched by a stranger and was not observant of the street when I felt a sudden push and nearly fell over. I heard someone shouting, stopped and looked around. Someone was lying on the street holding his leek and whimpering. Another guy was shouting at me that I had run over his friend. I must have hit the guy with some part of my bicycle.
I parked my bike and went to the guy “I am so sorry. Please let me help you. Are you hurt, should I call for an ambulance?” I asked.
As I was helping him to stand up I noticed that he must be a homeless guy, as his clothes were rather dirty and he smelled strongly of stale beer and unwashed skin.
“I think that I am OK, but my leg hurts. I do not need an ambulance, but the police, as you evidently were not seeing me and ran me over” he said.
I did not want to get the police involved and thought that this might just be a matter of money. “Please let’s try to keep it simple. Maybe we can come to some arrangement without getting the police involved?”
His friend had finally joined us and supported him from the other side. “Let’s get inside for you to sit down and than we can discuss this matter” he suggested.
I was not sure whether it would be a good idea to go into the derelict building that was looming up in front of me, but did not really have the chance to suggest differently, as I was almost dragged along by the two of them while trying to support my ‘victim’. He had his arm on my shoulder and leaned heavily on me. Both of them were much taller than me with something like 6’4’’, so I was hard pressed to follow.
We went pretty far into the building and ended up in a small room, were the two of them seemed to live in. It had some cooking utensils in one corner and some mouldy looking mattresses in another corner, as well as a wooden table with some old garden chairs around it. The room had no windows, but sun light filtered through a milky ceiling light. The air was heavy with the lingering odour mix of cold cigarette smoke, beer, mould, urine and unwashed bodies.
My victim sat down on one of the chairs and looked at me. “My name is Stan and this is Richard. You mentioned some alternative arrangement. What were you thinking about”?
They both looked at me in a strange way and my feeling of uneasiness grew stronger. “I thought that I could maybe pay you some money to compensate for the pain I caused you, ” I proposed. “My name is Kathy by the way.”
Stan looked at me and said nothing for some time, while Richard got up and busied himself in the cooking corner behind me. He finally spoke again “Oh I do not think that money is really appropriate. If we want money, we just steal some. I was thinking about payment in natural goods.”
I got a shock when Richard suddenly grabbed my arms from behind and spoke in a soft voice to me “What Stan means is that we want to fuck you. We haven’t had some pussy in a while so you dropping in is actually quite handy.”
“Don’t even bother to try and argue or plead with us. You choice is very simple. You can either agree and serve us or alternatively we rape you and sell your body to some of our friends, where you can be sure to catch some of the nastier skin diseases.”
I could not believe that this was happening to me. “Please let me go and I promise I will not tell the police” I tried to plead.
Stan got up, stepped in front of me and smacked me hard. “Richard told you not to plead with us. Are you too dump to understand him? Now what will it be? Do you want to be fucked or raped? I would suggest that you make your mind up quickly, or I do it for you.”
I was dizzy from him hitting me and my head hummed. I did not see any way out of the situation I got myself into and realized that I would get fucked either way. The only thing I could do was to make it as easy on me as possible, by agreeing to whatever they wanted.
“OK, I want to be fucked by you. I will do what you want,” I said in a croaky voice.
Say it like you mean it and ask for it,” Richard said into my ear, still holding my arms in place. I could feel his breath and smell the foul odour coming from his mouth.
I shuddered imagine letting this dirty guy anywhere near me. I tried to gain my composure and answer in a normal voice “Please I need two real men to fuck me. Please fuck me, I will do whatever you want.”
“Good girl, I knew that you would make the right choice and behave. Now let’s see your goods. Don’t be shy and get fully naked,” Richard said while letting go of me. He stepped around me next to Stan, effectively blocking the exit of the room. “Start with your shoes and work your way up.”
I knew that whatever would come I had to do as told. I slipped out of my sandals, pushing them to the side and pulled own my skirt. With shaking hands, I slid my thumbs under the waistband of my slip and pushed it down. I stepped out of my slip and let it fall on my skirt.
I stood up straight facing the two of them with a defiant look. My pubic hair was clearly visible like a small red flame between my legs. They looked at me and made appreciative noises. “A true red head – this makes a change,” Stan said. “Loose the rest. I want to see all of it.”
I unbuttoned the blouse and dropped it on my other discarded clothes. I reached behind my back, unclipped my bra and let it also drop onto the floor.
Now I was fully naked and waited for what I would come soon enough. I could not really believe that I had not attempted to run away or fight them or whatever. Instead, I just did what they told me to do.
In addition, I could not deny a sense of excitement and arousal in the back of my mind. This situation was somewhat close to my fantasies. I felt disgusted about my feelings. This was nothing but rape and should not arouse me.
Nevertheless, I could feel being wet between my legs. I had not felt like that for a long time. Certainly, my husband has not been stirring these kind of feelings in me ever since the birth of our children.
I got quite panicky about it, as I did not want to give them the pleasure of thinking that I was enjoying this.
“Stop daydreaming and come closer,” Richard said. His words jerked me back into the here and now. He had placed a second chair facing his partner and had sat down facing Stan. He motioned me to step between the chairs.
There was just enough space between the two chairs to stand there. It allowed both of them to touch me and feel me up, while being seated.
I stepped between them, facing Stan.
They started to touch me front and back at the same time. I closed my eyes to try to hide my embarrassment and my disgust about them touching me with their filthy hands. I could feel Stan’s hands on my tummy pinching my skin and my fatty deposits. His fingers explored every fold of my belly before moving up to my breasts.
At the same time, Richard’s hands squeezed my buttocks and prodded my arse and love handles. “I like my bitches small and dumpy. They make the best fuck slaves and squeak like pigs when they are fucked,” he said.
Stan started to fondle my breasts, lifting them, squeezing them and lightly pulling on my nipples. I could feel my nipples getting hard from his touch and felt embarrassed about my body’s reaction.
“I like your sag bags. They are nice and floppy. Seems like you like being checked out by us. I bet that you have not been fucked properly in a long time.”
I turned red with embarrassment, as he was right. I had not been touched like this for a long time.
Stan laughed and said, “Look at her. She is embarrassed because she wants to be fucked.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards him. His breath was as foul as Richard’s. “Tell me what you want us to do to you. Tell me your fantasies.”
My mind was racing. Should I tell them my fantasies of being forced to have sex, being exposed in front of strangers or being a sex object? Would this edge them further on? They would rape me in any case, so I might as well try to get some satisfaction out of it. The thought of their filthy bodies was repulsing and I could not imagine satisfying them with my mouth. I had go somehow get them to focus on my pussy.
Stan stopped my internal discussion by pulling my hair again and pinched one of my nipples painfully. “Are you still with us bitch? I asked you to share your fantasies and what we should do with you.”
His rough treatment triggered something in me and I decided to give him what he wanted.
I was nervous and my voice was slightly shaking “I want to lie down on your table and open my legs wide. I want you to examine my pussy and my arse before you fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me and cum deep inside of me as much as possible. I want to be impregnated by one of you.”
It was not that time of the month, so I could not get pregnant, but I thought that the chance to impregnate me would focus them on my pussy.
Stan grinned widely and let go of my hair. “I knew that you are a real bitch. All red heads need heavy fucking to get their pussies satisfied.”
“I like the idea. Let’s get her on the table and play doctor before fucking her,” Richard said. He got up and moved over to the table, clearing the table of some old pizza boxes and some beer bottles. “Get over here and lie down.”
My anticipation rose as I moved over to the table. Richard grabbed my arm, as I got within his reach and pulled me to a short side of the table with my back to it. I could feel the edge of the table touching my arse and sat down onto it.
Stan had followed me and motioned me to lie down. I lowered myself onto the table and finally lay flat on the table with my legs dangling over the edge, not touching the floor anymore. The table was not very big, so my head barely rested the edge of it.
“I don’t want her to move about. Let’s tie her arms to the table legs,” Richard suggested.
Stan nodded in agreement and found some rope to tie my arms to the table. He looked at his handy work and smiled. “Look at her flappy tits spreading out with the erected nipples pointing up.”
His hands moved over my tummy and again fondling my breasts and pulling my nipples.
Richard pulled up a chair and sat down between my dangling legs. I got nervous again, as he would now examine me and see my wetness. I would now have to reveal my most private and sensitive are to them.
He pushed my legs apart and I could feel the air stirring around my labia, as my lips started to open.
“Lift up your fat legs like you do for an examination, so I can see some pussy”, Richard said.
I pulled up my feet to rest on the edge of the table against my buttocks and let my knees drop apart to present my pubic area to him.
“Nice red bush you have there. Let’s get a closer look”, Richard said, pushing a hand into my pubic hair and pulling it up.
He played a little with my pubic hair, suing both his hands while moving across my pubic mound towards my labia.
Finally, I felt his thumbs close to my pussy lips. He moved his thumps to open me further. I knew that he would now see my moisture and started to redden in the face.
“Stan come here and look at this. She is soaking wet,” Richard suddenly shouted.
Stan stopped fondling my breasts and moved next to Richard. He bent down to look at my pussy and I suddenly felt a finger entering me. A shudder went through my body feeling his filthy finger violating me and imagine how it was soiling my inside.
“You are right, she is soaking wet. The bitch is enjoying it. She must be rally desperate for a fuck to be this wet”, Stan said. He pushed a second finger into me and started to slide in and out of me.
“She is well lubed and quite tight. Probably has not been fucked in a while”, Stan said.
Looking at me again he asked, “When were you last fucked?”
I was red from embarrassment and my head felt like it was on fire. I knew I had to answer him. “Two month ago my husband had sex with me”, I answered with a hoarse voice.
“I bet he did not sort you out properly. Let’s get some real man to fuck you”, Stan said and pulled his finger out of me with a soft plop.
“You get ready – I want to check her out some more before we fuck her”, Richard said. Stan stepped back and I saw him undressing, while Richard repositioned himself between my legs again, forcefully pushing two fingers against my pussy until they also slid into me. He was finger fucking me hard. It was quite painful as my lubrication was not sufficient to wet his fingers also and I cried out in pain from his rough treatment.
“You can be as loud as you want. No one will hear you or care about it”, he said with an evil grin.
He pulled out of me as suddenly as his assault had started, grabbed my ankles and pushed them up into the air.
“Lift your feet up and bend your knees down. I want to see your shit hole”. With my feet up he pushed my knees down to stretch my buttocks. He pulled my buttocks apart opening my crack.
I closed my eyes with embarrassment, as I felt one of his fingers moving along my crack from my vagina down to my arse.
His finger rested against my splicer for a couple of seconds and then started to force entry, pushing hard. Before I had time to realize I felt red-hot pain as his finger pushed into my arse. I cried out loudly from the pain fighting against his finger.
Up to this point, only my doctor had pushed a finger into my anus as part of the examinations. I squealed in pain as Richard started to finger fuck my arse and tears started to run down my face.
He finally pulled out of me, smiling “She is as fat as a pig and squeaks like a pig. We will have some much fun with her. Let’s give her the fucking she deserves”.
I cried from the pain and the humiliation and was frightened of what would happen next.
Stan stepped into my field of vision. He had undressed and I could see his hairy body and stiff dick poking out of a mass of black hair.
He stepped closer to me, stroking his dick and pulling back his foreskin. I could smell his unwashed body and the stink of stale piss. Looking closer at his dick, I could see it’s filthy state. Yellowish-white residues were visible around the tip of his dick and on his foreskin. I shuddered again knowing that this filth would enter me. He probably had not washed in weeks and I did not want to imagine how many lice and fleas were hiding in his filthy pubic hair, ready to colonize me.
He bend down low, engulfing me in his foul breath as he said, “You are now my bitch. I will fuck you now and impregnate you”. He squeezed both my nipples very hard as he said this, laughing as I cried out again in pain, before positioning himself between my legs.
My feelings were a mess I didn’t want to be raped and was afraid of the pain and diseases I might catch from them. On the other hand the feeling of helplessness, being controlled and just being a sex object was exciting me. Their body odours were horrible, but deep down were adding to my arousal.
I was disgusted about myself of getting aroused by this treatment and those filthy men.
I could feel getting wet again as Stan pushed his dick against my pussy folds, coating them with his filth. He slid along my labia hitting my clit a couple of times before pushing down and sliding into my pussy. He pushed hard and entered me all the way.
I moaned in pain as I was not ready for his assault and the penetration was very painful.
Stan started to pump in and out of me relentlessly. I cried out in pain every time he pushed into me. I was sure that he was much bigger than my husband was. My pussy felt filled like never before in my life.
He liked causing me pain and laughed again. “Hear her moaning and crying for more. I will give you what you need, you whore”, he shouted out and started humping me even harder.
His frantic onslaught seemed to last for ever. Every time he rammed into me I could feel his dick pressing past my g-spot causing my body to react automatically.
The pain diminished, as I got wetter and was slowly replaced with a tingling feeling in my pussy. I was shocked to realize that my body had already surrendered where my mind had still rebelled against the situation.
I was where I wanted to be – tied down and helpless, at the mercy of a stranger who could use me at his will. My mind surrendered to the rape and I opened myself to orgasm for my rapist.
My moans of pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure and I started to push back on him willing to get him further into me to fill be even more.
“The bitch is broken in. She is fucking back”, Stan told his friend. “I will give you what you need and more,” he shouted, turning his head to look at me. He pushed my legs further apart to ease his access and increased the speed even more. All I wanted was to be fucked by him. He pushed me along towards a massive orgasm.
I could not hold it any longer. “Please give it to me”, I exclaimed between his thrusts.
“I will give it to you, slut”, he shouted. He grabbed my tits, twisted and pulled my nipples hard, always continuing to fuck me.
The pain made me to cry out again and pushed me over the edge. The orgasm hit me and I kept on shouting for more.
My pussy contracted around his dick. I could feel him growing in me as he shouted out, ramming into me a final time before he came in me. He collapsed onto me, while his balls emptied his seed into me.
My senses overload with his weight pressing down on me, his bestially smell engulfing me and his twitching dick inside me. It extended my orgasm into what felt like eternity. I had uncontrollable spasms and kept on moaning until finally my orgasm subsided.
“You gave it to her good and proper”, Richard said, “but now I want my share of pussy. Let’s see, if I can make her come for me also”.
“She is ready for you”, Stan said as he moved off me. His dick had softened somewhat and exited me with an audible plop, leaving me empty and open.
Richard had undressed sometime before and I saw him being already fully erected. Was hairy all over and looked as unclean and filthy as Stan did.
The thought of this filthy animal fucking me next exited me and I kept my legs open, ready for him to mount me. He came closer and stepped between my legs, looking at my gaping pussy.
“You filled her well, she is already leaking”, Richard said and I realized that he was right. I could feel Stan’s sperm leaking out and slowly running down my arse crack.
“Let’s keep the stuff in her”, he said, positioning his dick at my pussy entrance and slowly pushing into me.
His dick was thicker than Stan’s and I could feel him stretching me further than what I had ever experience before during sex. It felt like giving birth in reverse.
He grabbed my thighs for support and exerted more force to enter me. I squealed in pain as he forced himself deeper into me.
He smiled at my pain contorted face “Yes, squeak like a pig on a poker you bitch. I will get my dick all the way into your pussy”.
He put all his weight behind it and forced himself further into me. The pain was excruciating. My pussy felt like it was ripped apart and tears were running down my face.
“You will accommodate me or be ripped apart”, he grunted, gave a final push and was finally fully inside me. I could feel his balls pressing against my buttocks.
He didn’t move for a few seconds, savouring the feeling of my pain.
He started to pull out, pushing right back in when the tip of his dick had almost left me. The second time was still painful, but not as horrific as the first. My pussy had somewhat stretched to accommodate him.
“Get ready for some fucking, you fat pig”, he said and started to pump in and out of me.
His violent assault was painful and I cried out in pain repeatedly as he pulled back. My pussy was so tight that it felt like he would strip the skin off the inside of my pussy.
He seemed to like causing pain as his smile got wider. “Yes – squeak for me you pig. You are nothing but a worthless fat whore”, he shouted at me and increased his pace.
I could feel his balls slapping against my buttocks every time he pushed in and bottomed out.
He let go of my tights, bent over me and pulled himself on top of me. He grabbed my neck and pulled his face close to mine. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, bitch”, he growled menacingly, fucking me at a slower pace.
His foul breath and body odour engulfed me, making it difficult to breath.
I knew what he wanted to hear. “Please fuck me with your big dick. I want to come for you. I want to receive your cum deep inside of me. I am your bitch”.
He came closer to my face. “Kiss me you fat pig” he said his mouth closing over mine. I could not fight him off and was afraid that refusing him would make him angry. I had no choice but to let his tongue enter my mouth.
I gave in and opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue in. I knew that I had to do a proper job, so I started kiss back, sucking on his tongue.
His saliva tasted as bad as his breath smelled, but I knew that I had to serve him. I kept on sucking his tongue and kissing him, taking in his filth.
I slowly realized that this sensory overload turned me on. His physical presence, the smell and taste and smell of him filled my world and made him omnipresent. The slow fucking had allowed my pussy the time to accommodate him. His dick stocked my g-spot with every movement and I felt the tingling of a beginning orgasm in my tummy.
Without a conscious thought, I moved my legs across his back with my feet resting against his buttocks to keep him in this position. I pushed my pelvis up to allow him easier access.
I had opened myself to accept the inevitable orgasm and let out an audible moan.
Richard detached himself from my mouth as I moaned again loudly.
“I gona give it to you”, he hissed and picked up the pace again.
I could not hold back and moaned again and again as he fucked me without mercy. The odour of his unwashed body was still engulfing me triggering some animalistic need deep in me and pushing me along to the orgasm.
His fucking got frantic and his pubic bone hit my clitoris at the same time as his balls hit my buttock every time he pushed in. This finally pushed me over the edge and the orgasm washed over me. I let out a long scream of ecstasy as I came. He continued to fuck me without mercy creating wave after wave of ecstasy until he roared like a bull and came with a great spasm deep in me.
He was sweating profoundly and the sweat dropped in big blobs onto my face and body until he suddenly pulled out of me, stepping away and sitting down on an old sofa, taking no notice of me whatsoever. I lowered my legs, hoping that they were finished with me and would now let me go.
“Hand me a beer Stan”, he said, “not a bad fuck. She was sucking my tongue nicely”. Stan threw a can over to Richard and opened another one for himself. They drank in silence occasionally looking over.
“Hey bitch, who told you to lower your legs. Lift them up and keep them open. We are not finished with you yet”, Richard suddenly shouted at me. I didn’t want to be hurt by them, so I did what he told me, lifting my legs up again. My vagina was still gaping and I could feel the air on my labia. Richard’s and Stand’s sperm started to leak out of me. It felt like a steady stream exiting me and I could hear it hitting the floor whenever a big blob detached itself.
Stan came over to me and looked at my wide open pussy. “You sorted her out pretty well she is leaking cum big time and is still gaping”, he told Richard. “Probably too sloppy to be fucked again, what do you think?”
Richard got up and also came over. “You might be right there”, he said. He looked me in the eyes “What do you think, bitch? Is your pussy to sloppy to serve us again?”
I knew what he wanted to hear. “Yes, it is too sloppy”, I whispered.
“And how do you want to please us again, if your pussy is too sloppy to provide satisfaction?” Richard asked.
I did not want to say it, but I did not think that I had any choice. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I said what he expected of me. “I could serve you with my other holes. You can fuck my mouth and my arse”, I said now crying heavily.
I did not want this to happen. I did not want to have their filthy dicks in my mouth. The thought made me shudder and disgusted me. I had never had anal sex and was sure that they would damage me and hurt me.
“Will you let me go, once I served you again?” I dared to ask.
“Go can go once we are both satisfied and if you have done what we told you to do”, Stan said with an angry voice.
He stepped up to me, pushing his dick into my face. “Come on bitch, open your mouth and suck me hard. I want to fuck you again”.
His dick dangled close to my mouth. The smell of fish and stale piss revolted me, but I had no choice. He was in charge and I had to obey.
I opened my mouth and started to suck on his dick, as he pushed in. He tasted as bad as he smelled, but I tried to please him as best as I could.
He got hard again and started to fuck my face. “She sucks well,” he told Richard, who was still sitting down finishing off another beer.
Stan pulled away from me after a couple of minutes, stepped between my legs and pushed into my pussy a couple of times. “You are right, she is sloppy. I can’t feel a thing.”
“Let’ see how tight your arse really is,” he said, grinning horribly.
He pulled out and pushed my knees down to better access to my arse. I could feel the tip of his dick at my splicer and tried to prepare for the pain that would be coming.
I was not prepared for the pain that he inflicted, as he forced his dick beyond my splicer into my arse.
My body ceased up and I shouted in pain, begging him to pull out. He kept on pushing relentlessly into me, fighting my struggling body.
“Stop fighting and shut up”, he shouted at me.
Richard came over and smacked me hard on the face. His blows made me dizzy and disorientated. “He told you to shut it”, he bellowed at me.
“You should please us, if you want to get out of here in one piece“, Richard hissed at me, bending close to my right ear. “We will fuck you any way we like, so relax and enjoy the show”, Stan said, as he started to fuck my arse slowly.
The initial pain had washed over me, leaving a numb uncomfortable feeling in my body. Stan fucked me with slow long strokes, allowing me some time to adapt to this violation of my virgin arse.
Tears of pain and humiliation were still running down my face, but I slowly regained my composure. I became aware of the feeling his fucking generated in me, as his dick slid along my colon, massaging my arse and the walls of my pussy in ways I had never felt before.
I could feel my body reacting to this alien stimuli. I became aroused again and relaxed my body to minimize the pain that he cased.
Stan speeded up and fucked me more forcefully. I moaned from arousal. “Are you enjoying my dick, bitch”, he asked, fucking me even harder. “Yes”, I rasped between two thrust.
“You are a real whore, enjoying being fucked by rough guys”, Richard stated. “Open your mouth, bitch and suck me hard again. I will fuck you next”.
I obeyed and started to suck his dick. He was thicker, compared to Stan and I had trouble accommodating him and kept gagging.
This seemed to please him. “Good girl – keep trying and make me nice and hard for your arse.”
I tried to get into rhythm sucking him, but lost it repeatedly, as Stan fuck me frantically, rocking my body with every thrust.
Richard was hard from my ministrations pulled out of my mouth, as Stan push into me a final time and came with a roar. He pulled out of me and looked at my gaping hole. “She is nicely opened up”, he said to Richard.
Richard pushed Stan out of the way. “It’s my turn now”, he said and pushed into me, stretching my splicer even further.
I never felt as full as this and moaned without realizing it. Richard noticed and grinned. “Yeah bitch; this is how it feels when you are properly ridden by real men. Your husband must be a sissy.”
I didn’t answer him. I was still aroused from the previous fucking and tried to relax to accommodate him.
Richard had finally pushed in all the way and started to fuck me with forceful strokes. It felt like he would push my intestines into my belly with every push and I monad again and pushed up my arse to meet his dick, wanting him to get as deep as possible.
“Come on you dirty whore, show me that you like it”, he shouted. “Don’t dare to come until I tell you.” “Stan, give her something else to think about”, Richard said.
Stan stepped up to me and pushed his stained dick into my face. “Clean me up bitch. I don’t want your filth on me”, he hissed. He smelled strongly of my shit and there was no way that I would lick him clean.
“Open up and start sucking”, he shouted and when I did not obey right away he started smacking my tits hard. “I won’t tell you again. Start sucking.”
I cried out in pain, as he smacked my tits again. My tits felt like he was pushing hot needles into my flesh. “Ok, I sobbed, I will clean you, please stop hurting me.”
He slapped my tits again for good measure and pushed his dick into my mouth. “Suck me and do it good or I will hit your tits until they turn blue”, he threatened me.
I was drowning in the smell of piss, sweat and shit, as I was sucking him clean. His dick stared to harden again, as I worked on this disgusting task.
I gagged several times and had to shut out my senses in order not to be sick. Stan seemed to enjoy my ministrations and started to fuck my mouth. I could feel him pushing deep into my mouth, entering my throat. He stayed deep down in me effectively controlling my breathing.
I felt like I would suffocate and loose continuousness, when he finally pulled back allowing me to breathe again until he pushed back in.
He was in full control over me and my senses were overloaded from their assaults on my body and sense of smell. I could feel my body getting ready to orgasm again and moaned loudly.
Richard increased the speed of his penetrations. “Looks like you are sorting her out well”, he told Stan. “Let’s see, if she can take anymore.”
Richard changed his position to allow him access to my pussy and started to push his hand into my pussy while he worked my arse with his dick.
He kept pushing hard with his hand, roughly massaging my clit and my g-spot.
I could not hold it any longer and had a massive orgasm, shouting, moaning and making animal noises. I fell into semi-consciousness with wave after wave washing over me.
I dully felt Richard coming and collapsing on top of me, as my orgasm subsided.
Stan was fucking my mouth roughly using me like a sex doll. I could feel him growing even more, pulling out far enough to cum in my mouth. “Don’t you dare to spill any of it and swallow”, he told me and pulled away from me.
I did as I was told and swallowed his cum.
Richard was still on top of me, panting heavily. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. “You are a good fuck after all and a real slut. I knew that a redhead like you would enjoy some rough treatment by Stan and myself.”
He pulled out of me with an audible plop and got off me. I remained lying still with gaping arse and gaping pussy.
They had broken me mentally. I had done despicable things and evidently enjoyed them. I knew that I was a slut. I enjoyed being raped by two disgusting men and had massive orgasms.
My body felt raw and beaten up. My tits still stung from the beating, my throat felt raw and my pussy and arse were burning as if the skin had been stripped off.
I didn’t know if it was over, but I did not have enough strength in me to hold my legs up, so I just dropped them down.
Richard had sat down again and Stan was opening another beer.
“Chuck one over Stan and untie our bitch. She can clean me up while I am having my beer”, Richard said.
Stan handed him a beer and proceeded over to me, untying my harms from the table legs.
He pulled me off the table and pushed me towards the couch where Richard was sitting open legged.
“Get over here and clean me up, bitch”.
I walked over unsteadily; half pulled by Stan and got on all four in front of Richard.
I knew what he wanted and moved closer towards his groin, opening my mouth to take in his flaccid dick. My sinuses were again assaulted by his odours, but it was not bothering me anymore. On the contrary – the strong smell of stale piss, sweat and cum, overlaid with the smell of my own faeces actually turned me on and I sucked his dick hungrily.
My holes were still gaping and I could feel their semen slowly leaking out of me running down my legs and dripping on the floor.
Richards’s dick started to stiffen again. “Look at her, she still wants more”, he said, laughing. “Come on bitch, fuck me with your mouth and finish me off”, he told me. I sucked his dick, trying to get him down my throat.
Richard grabbed my hair and pushed my head down onto his dick, finally forcing it down my throat. I gagged, but he did not care. He pushed my head up and down on his dick. I took rasping breaths whenever I could, while he moved my head faster and faster.
He fucked me for a couple of minutes until he pushed me down a final time and came deep in my throat with a grunt. He pulled my head up on my hair until my upper body was upright, grabbed my left nipple and twisted it hard until a squealed in pain.
He let go of me and I crumbled to the floor sobbing from the pain.
“I like it when they are squeaking like pigs”, he said laughingly.
I looked up at time through my tear-clouded eyes. “Have I pleased you? Can I leave now?”
Stan looked down at me and then to Richard. “What do you recon? Should we let he go?”
“Not quite yet. I want to get some memorial pictures first”, Richard said. “Come her, bitch and sit on my lap.”
I slowly uncurled and moved towards him, afraid that he would hurt me again.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, shoving me around to sit on his lap. “Come on, sit down with your legs open and lean back. Look at Stan and smile for the camera.”
Stan had pulled out a smart phone and started to take pictures.
Richard pulled me back with one hand at my throat and forced my legs apart with his knees. His free hand moved over my body, pulled my pubic hair, pushed some fingers into my pussy and finally grabbed my left tit.
“I started to cry again, fearing what would follow. “Please, don’t hurt my breast again”, I sobbed, “it hurts so much.”
Richard almost whispered into my ear, “but I like to hear you squeak like a pig. What would you do for me, if I decide not to hurt you?”
“Anything you want”, I said hoarsely.
He let go of my breast. “You have been a good slut, so I will give you three choices. You will select one and this is what will happen, no arguments. Stan will film whatever you decide.”
“You can choose to get tortured to squeak like a pig, to lick my arsehole clean or to get pissed on by me. What will it be?”
I was still in his grip and was looking straight at the camera. All three options were evil; licking his arse was out of the question. I could not bring myself to do this and neither could I face to get my breast mangled even further. “I want you to pee on me”, I whispered.
“I can’t hear you. Say it loud, so it is on film”, Richard hissed.
“Please, pee on me”, I almost shouted.
“Good girl. If this is your whish, than I will help you. Sit down on the floor over there”, he pointed towards one of the corners of the room, where the floor looked grubby and stained. I walked over and could see a hole in the floor. The area smelled strongly of stale urine and the floor around the hole was stained.
“This is our drain hole and you are our toilet. Sit down cross-legged over the hole and open your mouth. Do not dare to move until we tell you to”, Richard said, standing in front of me.
I sat down as instructed, not caring about the fact that my naked skin was touching the filthy floor.
I could not believe that I was doing this, as I opened my mouth to await the next humiliation.
Stan stood some way off to the side with the camera ready.
I looked up at Richard, standing in front of me, as he took aim and started to pee. His urine was dark yellow and as it turned out extremely smelly. I closed my eyes just in time before the stream of hot liquid hit me in the face. He didn’t aim too well, so most of it splattered my face, went into my hair and down my front.
Some of it hit the target and ran into my mouth. The taste of it was terrible and I tried not to flinch or close my mouth.
“Swallow it and look at me while you do it”, Richard demanded, his stream slowly subsiding.
I opened my eyes and looked at Richard’s grin. I knew that he wanted me to swallow and tried to follow his command. I had my mouth full and almost got sick at the thought of swallowing.
Telling myself that it would be over soon I swallowed the burning liquid.
“Good girl. Now rub my piss into your skin, look at the camera and say that you like it”.
I obeyed again, rubbing my hands over my body, down my front down to my pubic hair, rubbing in his urine.
I looked at the camera and said “I like to be your toilet and treated like a whore. I like it when you fuck me rough and fill all my holes”.
Stan still filmed. “Lie down, open your legs and spread your pussy. I want to get a final close-up”, he told me.
I did as told, spread my legs and pulled my labia apart with my thumbs.
Stan came closer bending down he pushed three finger into me. “Still too sloppy to fuck. You can get dressed and leave for today. Don’t forget to thank us”.
Relive was flowing through me as I got up and started to dress. I put on my bra and panties. Sperm was still leaking out of me and started to soak my panties. My blouse was clinging to my wet skin. The fabric slowly soaked up the remaining urine from my skin.
I pulled on my skirt and slipped into my sandals.
I straightened up and look at my two rapists. “Thank you for fucking me and making me orgasm”, I said.
“We are not finished with you. You are our whore now and will come back here to serve us again. I want you back here in a couple of weeks, once your pussy and arse are tight again. Now push off, before I change my mind. Remember that we have the video. We will send this to your family and post it on the net, if you don’t come back”, Richard said.
I realized that he meant it and that this ordeal would repeat itself. They had the video footage now. “OK, I will be back to serve you again”, I answered him and left. I felt dirty a smelled like a toilet. It dawned on me that my life would change from now on.
I had been raped and roughly fucked. I enjoyed the treatment had had orgasmed like never before. I would come back here to get fucked and humiliated again.
I was their whore now would pay the price for this.
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