****** Trinh in Tears by bobbymask ******
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Trinh in Tears


This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by
fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a
wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you
read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White
Shadow's Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright -- shallowmask@hotmail.com -
- gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer
is copied as well.



Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what
she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night
still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like
some small animal -- much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp
teeth and claws -- was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way
out. No way she could get back to sleep now.

She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub
and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but
she was upset. I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't do this, she kept saying to
herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out.

Plus, all the reasons she'd persuaded herself to do it in the first place were
still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible -
- $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes -- that was
insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap -
- can you imagine? -- a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places,
Pharmco or whatever it was -- and she'd only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal
tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all -- just
masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it-- very
embarrassing, sure, and what if people -- like her parents, oh God! -- found
out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he'd
only make one copy of the tape -- for himself, the original went to a wealthy
private collector. Trinh didn't really believe this, figured at least a few
copies would be distributed somehow -- she just hoped not too widely. But
really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money.

She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she'd never be able
to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the
Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines
"First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape."
Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I'll have to content myself with a
lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling
better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the
steaming water.

Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 -- hard to believe she
was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big
smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow
hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not
even five feet -- a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half
Chinese or something. A smart girl too -- "a prestigious college in New
England," the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was
pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston -- probably
nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so
brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was
in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being.

These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses
covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a
number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He'd hire a thuggish
buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second
cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as
bait--she would never see any more money than that -- so he ought to make close
to $20,000 for this. And you couldn't really call it work, either. Too much fun
for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of
a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her
scream.

Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried
to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how
she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn't
back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn't
understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every
facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their
mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she
said to herself -- Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in
most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the
most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that's probably why she'd
agreed to do this -- fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my
parents? That's not going to get me in the right mood.

She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she
masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding
her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her... it was all kind of shadowy,
the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first
Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held
her... but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could
almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could
almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT -- she made
herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a
CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs -- and then the men in her head were
calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was
forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding,
screaming... She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting
there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked,
the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry
papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive,
felt real... made her come.

Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself.
She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college.
Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to
think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself
come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera.

She took out the "script" -- that sounded so silly, there weren't any words,
but what else to call it? -- and went over the scenes again. Four scenes,
between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the
bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator
-- not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit -- while
sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an
extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn't do it, not even for $1000. God,
it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet,
using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she
was back on the bed, with a big--well, big for Trinh, anyway--dildo, pushing it
in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing
it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and
it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting
used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really
dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through
the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had
trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy
and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that
would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that!
But she'd said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn't
want to do this thing half-assed, she'd told him, and then giggled. That's my
girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.

She got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her,
the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old
house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the
address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no
bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again,
much harder.

Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she
was still ready to do this, everything they'd talked about before, and Trinh
whispered a shy "yes." Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy,
Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the
first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught
off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a
camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn't
counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray.

"Ray," she said softly, "who are they?"

The cameraman was not old -- maybe thirty -- but he looked like he'd let a
rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and
bad skin. He was just the sort you'd expect to be filming a video like this.
The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking.

"Just relax, Trinh, everything's fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a
cameraman, he's done a lot of these tapes, he's better than I am. I'm going to
run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just
wants to watch, it's true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he
might be able to get you lots more work like this... could be a pretty good
deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies
of the tape we make today, I figured he'd have to come along, you know, to get
some idea what you're like... it's really not a big deal, Trinh..."

Ray put his hand low on Trinh's back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh,
his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to
make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said,
"OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out
while I do this? Come on, Ray. That's worth another thousand dollars, I think."
Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so
assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she
was sick of always being.

"You're right, Trinh, you're absolutely right, he shouldn't get it for free,
another let's say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn't it, what do you say,
Trinh?" Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was
his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the
coolest voice she could manage, "I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he
walks." Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to
sound.

Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, "That's fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for
Dan to watch, great. You're pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you
look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It's going to be
great. Are you nervous?"

"No," Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. "I'm lying, Ray. I'm super
nervous."

"Excited though, right, still excited?" he said, "Because you look so wonderful
and you're just so sexy that I'm sure it'll be great, a lot of fun." A faint
little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was
being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past.

"Yeah," Trinh said bashfully. "I'm excited."

"Are you wet already, Trinh?"

She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the
camera. "Yeah," she said as firmly as she could, "Yes, I'm very wet right now.
My... my cunt is very wet." Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed,
but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now.

"What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that
wet little pussy of yours?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm going to... to masturbate, you know, make myself come...
with you... watching." Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. "I'm
going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you." Ooooh her face was
hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told
herself.

"Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?"

Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her dark
little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She
unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding
appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she
stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her
shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was
a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was
pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. "The panties too?" she
asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them.

"Spread your legs, please, Trinh," Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but
she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She
hadn't shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn't much anyway. She guessed that
Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they'd probably
picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a
little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too -
- everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was -- so she didn't
shave, didn't want to play their game. Ray hadn't asked, anyway, so he couldn't
really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn't a porn star, shaving her
pussy wasn't something she did.

"Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh," Ray said like he was reading her mind, "so
dark and sparse, I love it, it's lovely." Wow, that made her feel strange,
hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. "Get in
close," Ray said to the cameraman, "make sure you can see how wet she is."

Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes,
she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and
goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was
blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She
had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was
always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she
rubbed herself.

"Trinh how often do you masturbate?"

"A couple of times a week, I guess, on average," Trinh said.

"How do you masturbate? Tell us." Ray had started to leer a little bit when he
said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh's pussy
was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides.

"I..." she stuttered a little, "I... well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a
dildo but I don't use it much."

"Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?"

"No."

"Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you
masturbate?"

"Sometimes." That was a big secret. She'd always pretended to be turned off by
the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come
up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other
girls. But she did sometimes push a finger -- or more commonly, the handle of a
hairbrush -- up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy.

"What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole,
Trinh, when you play with it?"

"I... I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there... it
feels really dirty and snug and filled up..."

"What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you
have the biggest orgasms?"

"It's too private to talk about," Trinh whispered.

"Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be
running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don't be shy: please tell us."

"I have... a lot of very... you know, very violent fantasies... rape fantasies
I guess... I think about that sometimes," she was barely audible.

"Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?" Ray asked.

More loudly she said, "Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones."

"Really Trinh? Why don't you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours
while you masturbate for us?"

Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger
gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her
lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly -- but
she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn't take much to make her
come the first time.

"I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their
big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my
body, you know," this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and
itch to say it, "cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me... bleed I
guess, huge cocks raping my little body..."

"Is that what you're thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender
little holes..."

"Yeah," she said, "a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting
me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed..." She was working her finger
hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too,
pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. "More than I can
take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock..." Her breathing
was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting
close, getting close...

"Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge
cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open..."

It didn't take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her
clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed,
fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would
explode... she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her
pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her
toes were tingling, mmmmmmm...

And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other
guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh
thought and began to scream.

The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms
immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking,
wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The
cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one,
Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and
pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying
to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn't manage
much force, not with the man's body pressing down on her so hard. The man held
Trinh's thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray
electrical tape tightly around Trinh's wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin
Trinh's bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh
mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He
cursed, let go of Trinh's taped hands for a second, held her head still with
one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without
that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was
stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped
her hard.

That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn't struggling much now but she
was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-
heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man
securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and
bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now,
still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a
baby.

"Let's shut her up for a bit," Ray said. He wadded up Trinh's panties and
shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her.

"Oooh that's pretty," the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused
on Trinh's tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with
pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still
made muffled little attempts to scream.

"Work her tits a little, Dan," Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking
Trinh's hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching
very hard, and twisting.

Trinh's nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard;
she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she
masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she'd taken to
putting those little black binder-clips on them -- God, they squeezed hard; it
was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting
both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them.
Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing
hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes,
tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain
itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things
were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these
men were done with her... so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the
spiky pain in her nipples.

She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her
nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten
up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn't really hurt though, not
like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn
open by Dan's teeth.

All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb
brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was
sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody
saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so
terrible, so awful -- she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at
her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the
left one still bleeding...

Ray took his finger out of Trinh's cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly
and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to
bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking
the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no,
no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill
and piercing, she was screaming "oh please no please God no" over and over
again in her high squeaky voice.

Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now
she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt
like. She continued to cry and scream.

Dan stood next to Trinh's face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them,
then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest
Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost,
was inches from Trinh's face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his
cock but she couldn't reach it.

Ray said, "It's just like your fantasies Trinh, isn't it? Dan's cock will split
your tiny little cunt wide open... oh won't that make you come so hard Trinh,
that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?"

Trinh was screaming, pleading, "Don't please don't, just let me go, please just
let me go, I won't press charges, just let me go..."

Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh's face while C.J. got into
position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh
would soon be forced to endure.

Dan stood between Trinh's legs and without much preparation began to push the
swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to
tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the
pain worse... it was good that she was so wet, at least... she relaxed some and
part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could
feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream,
trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn't hurt so much...

"Is she bleeding yet?" Ray asked C.J.

"Oh yeah she's nice and bloody down there, he's really tearing her up," C.J.
said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack.

Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. "Yes little
bitch, take it, take it, little bitch," he kept saying, almost to himself, as
he pummeled Trinh's helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past
the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed
profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat
covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing--no, ripping open--with
every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but
she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep.

"I'm close," Dan said loudly. "Where do you want it?"

"Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don't want it too sloppy in there when I
fuck her," Ray said.

Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt
better -- a little better -- as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward
over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a
wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her
neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A
little pool of Dan's repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton.

"Oh God oh sweet fuck," Dan said, "that's so good, so good, she's as tight as a
little kid, God, I swear that's the tightest little cunt I've ever been inside,
it's like fucking a ten year old, my God." He was huffing and puffing and
rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole.

Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples,
her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body.
She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to
time.

Ray was taking off his pants. "Take a look, Trinh," he said, standing beside
her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a
lot smaller than Dan's, but still, bigger than average.

"After having Dan inside you, you probably won't even feel me," Ray said,
chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. "Are you ready little bitch?" Ray asked.
When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. "I said 'are you ready,
little bitch?'" This time Trinh managed a little nod. "Good girl," Ray said.

He got down between Trinh's legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt
with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling,
it wasn't really much worse, not at first. "Oh yeah that's nice," Ray said, and
he began to pump rapidly in and out.

There was wetness, from Trinh's pussy juices and her blood, and she was still
pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw
wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long
it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close
her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but
every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little
cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn't keep it from
hurting, couldn't minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so
intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can't
take much more, I can't, I can't, I can't. Too weak to scream steadily, but she
was whispering, "I can't, I can't, I can't" as Ray pushed in and pulled out.

"Oh God I'm there," Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body
up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her
wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. "Jesus she's a hot little whore,
that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open," he said to Dan.
"Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little
hole, God damn."

The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he
unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh's face
too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray's.

The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was
starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh's eyes were closed; she was holding
her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness.

"Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,"
Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. "You must be very thirsty."

Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. "Are
you thirsty, little bitch?" Ray asked her.

"Yes," she said softly. "Please let me go now, please."

Ray said, "No baby doll, we aren't nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But
if you're thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?"

Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large
penis against Trinh's face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared
with her blood and her vaginal fluid --part of the awful smell was her own
pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of
slapped it lightly against Trinh's face, popping the stiffening flesh against
her cheek.

"Open your mouth, you little slut," the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying
to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth,
down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over
again, she might vomit... she didn't want to do that, didn't want to risk
choking to death...

But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was
salty and sour and acrid... she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the
man screamed, "Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!" He
stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and
Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot
from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman
was getting a good close up shot of Trinh's revulsion, of sour salty piss
flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And
then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh's face, at her hair, soaking her
pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it,
dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it
stop, Trinh kept saying -- praying -- to herself, and she was still swallowing,
still tasting the man's pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it
hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a
little toilet bitch.

At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh's tongue,
Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. "That was just a
little appetizer for you, my sweet slut," Ray said and left the room. Trinh
tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried
not to think about what was going to come next.

From the kitchen Ray brought out two large Pyrex beakers, filled with viscous
white liquid, a liter or so of it, a pint or a bit more in each beaker. Semen,
Trinh guessed, oh God, it's sperm, I know it is. She was right. Over a quart of
semen, saved over the course of several months, the semen of many different
men, dozens of men, maybe hundreds of them.

Ray reached to the floor and took his belt from his pants and looped it loosely
around Trinh's neck. "Trinh," he said, "I want you to understand what's going
to happen to you now. I'm going to pour a pint of this soupy sperm right down
your little throat. As you drink all the sperm like the fucking little whore
you are, I'm going to gradually tighten the belt around your throat. It's going
to get very difficult to drink, but you have to keep drinking, to keep
swallowing all the sloppy sperm I keep pouring into you, because if you don't,
my sweet baby girl, I will choke you to death."

The belt tightened around her neck, it was pinching a little, uncomfortable.
"Open up, Trinh," Ray said and when she didn't do it at once he jerked the belt
hard -- it was like a blow to the throat, Trinh was gasping, she opened her
mouth as wide as she could, and the belt slackened. "That's better you little
bitch," Ray said. "Now you like sperm don't you Trinh? You like sucking boys
off, I'll bet, sucking their dicks until they squirt in your hot little mouth,
those meaty sweet little college boy dicks, I'm sure a prim little whore like
you just sucks beautifully, those sweet cocks squirting all that warm messy goo
into little Trinh's stomach. I'm right, aren't I, Trinh?"

Her mouth was open, tears running from her eyes. She made a little nod.

"Yes, that's right, my little cocksucker, my little sperm-drinking whore, well,
you're going to have all the sperm you can handle right now, little slut, all
of this gross sperm, we're going to pack that little belly absolutely full,
just pour sperm into you until you are ready to explode."

Ray held the beaker maybe eight or nine inches above her open mouth and tilted
it. The thick messy glop started to flow unevenly toward the beaker's edge, a
muddy white glob spilling over, dripping -- just before it hit her tongue,
Trinh wondered: will it be cold? -- And it was, cold and gelid, so disgusting,
she couldn't help it, she gagged hard when the first sickening splotch hit her
tongue, and as she gagged the belt was yanked tight, and between the gag and
the belt she thought her throat was being torn in two, the pain was blindingly
intense, and Ray was screaming in her ear "Open your fucking mouth you
worthless sperm-drinking whore!" and somehow she did it, made herself do it,
opening her mouth and a huge avalanche of the cold sperm aspic flooded into her
and she choked it down, fighting to breath through her nose. He kept pouring
and pouring, she tried not to look at the viscous mess, mottled yellow and
white and clear, varying in thickness, in texture, God, she though, how many
men have come to make this horrible slop, and as she thought this she was
choking, barely breathing, sputtering as Ray gently tightened the belt. So much
was left! She closed her eyes, tired no to think about anything: just breathe
through your nose, Trinh, and keep swallowing, don't think, just swallow, she
said to herself over and over, gulping and fighting not to gag. It was so
disgusting, the taste so dirty and unbearable, but it just kept coming, so
much, so much! She was crying so hard now, and that made it more difficult, she
was sputtering and choking, and the belt was getting tighter and tighter, she
was unable to breathe, she was so dizzy and there was still more of the
revolting semen hitting her tongue, she couldn't swallow, she couldn't breathe,
and she thought, I'm dying, he's killing me, this is it, and then she passed
out.

"She's out," Ray said and stopped pouring the mix of sperm. "Not bad, really,
for such a little bitch, she managed almost a pint." He laughed. "Only one pint
to go." Dan and C.J were laughing too.

Ray went to the kitchen and returned with a knife, the blade of which had been
lying on one of the burners on the stove for fifteen or twenty minutes. Red hot
now. "Watch this wake her up," he said.

He pressed the edge of the heated blade firmly down against Trinh's mangled
left nipple, burning her badly and cutting into her soft flesh slightly as he
burned her. Trinh shook her head in agony -- her little tortured body was
immediately bucking hard against its bonds; she awoke screaming. Ray took the
knife away. The severe burn made a red stripe across Trinh's breast, a little
trickle of blood flowing from the shallow cut in the burn's center.

"Try to stay conscious, Trinh, OK?" Ray said. "It's really going to get worse
for you, if you pass out again."

Ray motioned to Dan and Dan came over and held Trinh's head back and steady.
She tried to resist, but she was so weak now, and besides it felt like Dan
might easily snap her neck. She gave up. Dan's huge hands were holding her head
way back, and Trinh expected to be ordered to open her mouth, so that more of
the sickening sperm could be poured down her throat.

But that wasn't what they had in mind. Ray began pouring the sloppy viscous
mixture of sperm directly into Trinh's nostrils. She snorted, blowing the cold
gelatinous semen out on to her face.

"Smack her," Ray said.

Holding her head back with one hand, Dan drew his other hand back and delivered
a hard open-handed slap to the side of Trinh's head. Right on her ear, God, it
hurt so much. She was shrieking again, howling in pain. Dan forced her mouth
closed.

"That hurts, doesn't it Trinh? And that was just a little smack too. Just a
little love tap. What if we jammed something -- a pencil, something like that -
- deep into your ear? Think how much that would hurt -- and how much permanent
damage it would do. So just be a good girl and let me pour some of this spermy
mess into your nose, okay?" Trinh didn't nod or make any kind of
acknowledgement, but Ray said, "That's my good girl. Now hold her head back
again, Dan."

Dan forced her head back and soon the thick mush of sperm was dripping into her
nose, filling her nasal passages up, burning them and choking her. She was
gagging and sputtering, still crying, trying hard to breathe through her mouth,
she was convulsing but Dan was holding her and the vile mixture of sperm kept
inching painfully through her nose and at last down her throat. She could feel
some of the disgusting sloppy jism oozing into her sinuses, her head felt full,
packed full of mucous sperm as her body shook and she swallowed and swallowed,
she couldn't believe how much Ray was pouring into her, how much semen she was
drinking or snorting or whatever.

Finally the thick flow of sticky repulsive fluid stopped. Dan released her head
and she was coughing violently, hacking up little flecks of sperm.

"Oh God man I hope you're getting this," Ray said to the cameraman, "Those
little bits of sperm she's coughing up, that's about the nastiest thing I've
ever seen..."

The cameraman nodded and said, "Don't worry, Ray, I'm getting it."

The three of them stared at Trinh in silence, their cocks stiff, watching the
girl choke and sputter out tiny blobs of sperm all over herself, straining
against her bonds with the little strength she had left as she hacked and
hacked for several minutes.

Finally she was no longer coughing. "Please Ray I have to have something to
drink, please, not piss, just something to clear my throat please, it burns so
much," she was trying to talk clearly but her speech was clotted and mushy, she
was so weak and so choked on semen, the words came out slurred.

Ray now took out a razor blade. When Trinh saw this, she tried to fight, to
move and wiggle at least, as best she could, turning her head from side to
side, screaming and sobbing, but the screams were intermittent and weak now,
the sobs weakening too. Her strength was largely gone, used up. Ray had no
trouble holding Trinh's little head steady as he pressed the razor into her
flesh, just above her lip, cutting a thin shallow line of blood into Trinh's
face, so the blood would run down into her own mouth. Ray then took the blade,
and steadying himself against Trinh's frail little body, savagely slashed two
ragged trenches into Trinh's right nipple. Blood spurted up at first, then
began a steady trickle down Trinh's chest and stomach, adding to the little
lake of Dan's sperm already pooled in her little bellybutton.

"Does your blood taste better than all that sperm, you worthless cunt?" Ray
asked.

She couldn't help tasting the blood flowing down from her lip, she was kind of
gagging and choking a little on it, that metal taste of blood dizzying and
weird after all the bitter sour soupy sperm... she was close to passing out
again, she closed her eyes, tried to stay as motionless, as perfectly still as
she could.

She was so weak now, very easy to hold down, to manipulate. Ray severed her
bonds, looking at the red marks on her wrists with pleasure. He dragged her
around; so that her head hung limply back over the edge of the bed, face up.
Ray held Trinh's head steady as Dan stood over her, began to squat. Trinh tried
to fight but her strength was gone, utterly gone. She'd never been so tired, so
exhausted.

But when she saw the dirty male asshole lowering toward her face only inches
away, she knew what was coming. "Oh God please God NO NO NO," Trinh screamed
weakly.

This was the worst, she had such a horror of shit, even given what had already
been done to her this was just too much, more that she could stand. She tried
to fight but Ray held her down easily. Dan's asshole -- it was not clean, a
little crusty with little patches of old shit, so disgusting, she felt her
stomach twitching -- Dan's big shit-stained anus puckered slightly and a foul
puff of gas filled Trinh's nostrils. Acid rose involuntarily from her churning
stomach to the back of her throat, and as she nearly vomited, she noted with
horror and disgust that the vomit she'd almost brought up tasted distinctly of
sperm. Ray was holding her as her body half-heaved and he said, "Now don't you
dare vomit, not yet, not yet you filthy little toilet girl, not yet," and for
some reason Trinh tried to obey him, fought to kept it down.

When it was clear she was no longer on the brink of vomiting, Ray said "Open
your mouth, you filthy little whore." She kept her lips clenched tight, her
eyes closed; she just tried to close herself completely. She felt Ray pressing
the razor beneath her eye. "Please be a good little Ivy League toilet girl for
us, Trinh, and open that fucking little shit-sucking mouth of yours." Slowly
Ray opened a small gash beneath Trinh's eye, dragging the razor in a bloody arc
across her cheek. But she kept her mouth shut, half hoping Ray would just kill
her, but then putting that horrible thought out of her head. Because for one
thing it wouldn't be quick: if they killed her, they'd kill her slowly, in some
horrible way, letting her bleed to death or strangling her or impaling her on a
broom handle or something she couldn't even imagine.

Ray lifted the razor and said, "Just open your fucking shit-eating mouth
Trinh," and he held her nose shut tight between his fingers. She couldn't
breathe, she tried to hold on, to hold her breath until she passed out... but
she couldn't do it. She open her lips, as little as she could, forcing the air
out quickly. As she exhaled, Ray yelled "Now!" and she opened her eyes and
Dan's shitty asshole was opening up, dilating, the dirty ring of muscle
unclenching and she could smell it, then see it, the little brown filthy end of
a turd pushing its way out of Dan's asshole -- it was so disgusting to Trinh
that before she could think clearly, she screamed, a feeble little scream using
all the strength she had left. And while she screamed a bitter sloppy sour
piece of shit fell into her open mouth and before she could spit it out or do
anything, Ray clamped her jaw shut, squishing the messy soft foul shit all over
Trinh's little tongue. Again she almost retched.

"Chew it up and swallow it you filthy toilet bitch!" Ray screamed at her, and
she tried to swallow, finally getting most of it down. And then a long smelly
piece of shit plopped against her face, the sickening smell and texture
dominating her senses, and she couldn't take it, "Just kill me, please, kill
me, just let me die!" she said, her mouth still mushy with the remains of Dan's
shit.

"Oh no baby, no no no baby," Ray whispered, "you're such a perfect pretty
little toilet girl, such a prim and proper little toilet whore, we're not going
to kill you yet, Trinh, no no no--"

And with that Ray began smearing a little of Dan's shit on Trinh's face and
chest and stomach and legs, just little sickening smears, taking care to make
sure the streaks of sulfurous-smelling fecal matter were spread out
aesthetically for the camera, and Dan, finished now apparently, reached back
and grabbed a rough handful of Trinh's long beautiful hair and crudely wiped
his filthy asshole with it. Trinh felt herself swooning from disgust, from the
sickening rancid bitter taste and smell, she felt herself slipping, fading, and
then suddenly she was unconscious again, mercifully.

They let her stay passed out for a while this time, taking turns abusing her
limp little body. For the next hour or so she went in and out of consciousness,
delirious, unable to process anything, just swimming -- no, drowning, that was
what it was like, drowning, slowly drowning in pain, pain that filled her up
from all sides and choked the life out of her.

The rape had been going on for some time, maybe two hours, they would fuck her
and smack her and piss on her and do whatever they wanted to her, then they
would take little breaks -- it was hard work, rape was -- resting, while the
cameraman took pictures of Trinh's damaged ruined little body. Her head sort of
cleared occasionally, for just a few seconds here and there, and though they
kept her restrained, handcuffed to the bed frame or something -- she couldn't
move her arms very well -- while they recouped and regained their strength for
another exhausting assault, there was really no need: Trinh would never have
been able to get away. She might not have been able to stand, even. She was
mixed up, her mind completely out of focus, but certain thoughts would form in
her head from time to time during these rest periods, things like How can I be
so weak and lifeless feeling and still be in so much agony?

Once -- in one of these little clear moments -- she thought about the sickening
shit they'd forced her to eat, that they'd smeared on her face and in her hair
-- she could still smell it distinctly, over the general smell of sweat, blood,
urine, and sex, the smell of sour sulfurous shit could easily be picked out -
- and as she kept thinking about the rank odor and the man's dirty ragged
asshole opening up and dropping that stinking half-solid mess into her mouth,
she couldn't help it, she started heaving, vomiting there on the bed. She was
almost too weak to do it, it hurt so much when her stomach clenched up, she
rolled herself to the side with all her strength and a thin acidic stream of
vomit poured forcefully out -- God, that was sickening, even her vomit stank a
little like the man's shit, like shit mixed with sperm and piss, it made her
heave again, and when she finally rolled back, her stomach racked and sore now
and her mouth sour and vile, there was the camera, not ten inches from her
face, recording for all time the bitter splash of fecal spermy acid vomit,
dripping from her drenched lips.

She begged incoherently for something to drink and she was so happy when Ray
obliged, when he flooded her sour parched mouth with some kind of thick chalky
liquid, lots of it. She greedily slurped it all down, not even capable of
thinking what the liquid might be, it was cold and so different in taste from
vomit and shit and sperm that it seemed to Trinh like the most magical elixir,
the most refreshing and delicate and wonderful thing in the world. Had she been
able to see and think more clearly though, she might have noticed that the
bottle in Ray's hands contained a powerful laxative, mixed with Gatorade: that
was what poor Trinh was guzzling down.

After Ray let her drink this, there was a longer kind of pause. The men were
all sitting now, breathing hard, spent. The camera on a tripod, just a still
shot of Trinh barely moving, coughing or crying sporadically, her body damaged,
abused, smeared with every sort of discharge and secretion, her hands secured
above her head, her legs flopped open because she lacked the strength or the
will to close them. They watched her like this for a while, regaining their
strength.

After a long wait, Ray asked her, "Trinh honey do you need to get up, you know,
to use the little girl's room?" Trinh's eyes were closed, but she could hear
the unpleasant leer in Ray's voice, in his laugh.

But when she thought about it, it was true, she did need to urinate... and, oh
God, to do more than that... where did the need come from so fast? And so
powerful? She felt suddenly overcome by diarrhea, like she wouldn't be able to
hold it in much longer...

She opened her eyes and held her head up as much as she could. "I do need to
pee, Ray, you're right, please let me up, I need to go to the bathroom..."

Ray and the other men laughed at this.

She asked again, and before long she was begging the men to please let her pee,
please let her pee, she had to pee, she really had to piss, the cameraman set
up about a foot and a half from her cunt and then Ray said, "Then piss for us
Trinh" and she was still resisting a little, still resisting enough to say "No,
don't make me, please, the toilet, please let me use the toilet."

And Ray said "No Trinh piss here, piss on the bed in front of us" and this went
on for something like ten minutes, arguing back and forth, Trinh's need getting
more and more desperate, it had been maybe twenty or thirty or forty minutes
since they'd done anything to her, she couldn't really gauge the time, but this
was the longest they'd gone without hitting her or raping her or doing some
awful thing to her, but very little strength was coming back, and she had to
give up again, she could feel her body surrendering, and then Ray spread her
lips open and a warm pale jet of piss shot out, nearly hitting the cameraman,
and then more, a steady stream, and after all she'd been through she was so
embarrassed, still so humiliated by this, by pissing in from of them, by losing
control of her bladder.

She was trying just to piss but of course she couldn't hold back, she was
farting now, wet and sloppy and loud and pungent, so awful, so awful, the men
were laughing at her, but she couldn't help it, couldn't help it, she just
couldn't hold it in any longer. She felt the sloppy shit begin to slide out of
her, her sphincter opening, dilating, it was so embarrassing, so awful and then
she felt it... it was too much, too gross, beyond anything she ever could have
anticipated, even from these three horrible men, but C.J. the cameraman was
trying to push his cock into her anus as she defecated, pushing her legs back
and... he was forcing his way in, his cock, his thin grayish-looking dirty
cock, it hurt like hell because she couldn't relax, she was pushing hard out
while he was pushing hard in. The room was filled with the smell of her messy
shit and her body was filled with horrible squishy stretchy pain as C.J. raped
her asshole as she tried to evacuate... Ray was taping it, he had the camera
down close, and C.J. was balls-deep inside her ass, she was still pushing,
involuntarily squeezing shit out and squeezing his little hard dick at the same
time. She heard Ray say "Man this is pretty sick" and then C.J. yanked out of
her and it felt actually good for a second, the diarrhea running out of her
unimpeded at last, but then C.J.'s shit-coated cock was in her face and
squirting, squirting a little messy glob of sperm right across her nose.

"Clean me up bitch," C.J. said, pushing his shrinking cock dripping with
Trinh's watery shit flush against her clenched lips. Dan and Ray were laughing.
She wouldn't open her mouth, she fought to keep her lips together, and then she
felt something, something big, pushing up inside her ravaged cunt, it was too
big, bigger even that Dan's cock, and the smell of her sloppy shit was right in
her nose smeared all over C.J.'s dick, and Ray was yelling "Jam your fist in
there, just fucking tear that little hole up!" and then C.J. was driving his
fist into her face, punching her over and over as Dan forced his fist inside
her cunt, and Trinh lost consciousness again, she was out...

This time when she woke up it was much later, and no one was around. She was
not restrained, but she was so weak she could barely move. She was a wreck,
smeared and ripped and defiled and abused. She could barely see; her eyes were
blurry and almost swollen shut. Her nose felt like it might be broken; all the
cuts, on her face, her chest, they all ached and stung and burned so much; her
stomach was churning, she was so woozy, so disoriented, all the pain was
confusing, it came from everywhere, and her pussy, oh God, her poor little
pussy... With all her strength she sat up... she could see a clock, it was
late, very late, almost midnight, about fourteen hours since she'd arrived. She
didn't see a phone. She inched to the edge of the bed -- the bed was really the
most disgusting thing she'd ever seen, ever been near, just soaked and crusted
with blood and piss and sweat and shit and vomit and sperm, so vile and
sickening -- she tried to stand, but she was incredibly dizzy all at once and
she sat back immediately on the bed's edge. But some -- just a little -- of her
strength was back now, and she started to cry, she had just enough energy to
really start crying, and she cried and cried, scrunched and taut with agony
like a wailing baby, until she was again thoroughly exhausted and she lay back
on the repulsive dirty bed crying as hard as she could and she was still crying
and gasping when at last she couldn't help it and again she fell slowly asleep,
her raped and tortured little body curled naked and helpless on the crusted
stained filthy sheets, gently shaking with sobs as she faded into
unconsciousness and the worst day of her young life finally ended.

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