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First Published: 16 October 2016

The Wrong Side of the Track
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, MM/f, Interracial, Under-age sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Rape, Public sex

You could say that I was living on the wrong side of the track. The council bought a farm that was in two halves, divided up by the main London to the west railway line. On one side of the track they built a mega social housing project, twenty thousand units, mostly apartment buildings with a few houses and bungalows, the bungalows were for the elderly or infirm who couldn't manage stairs. On the other side of the railway lines they built a shopping centre and a thousand private houses, mainly executive houses. There were two links between the social housing on the wrong side of the tracks and the good life on the other side. The first, the simplest way was via a subway that was built for the farmer to use to get his machinery and livestock from the main farm to the meadows on the other side. The subway wasn't built for people to use, it had no lighting installed and the path was basically mud and dirt left behind by a thousand cows that had passed that way over the years. The second way was a half mile trek to a pedestrian footbridge over the railway at the railway station and then another half mile trek back into the town.

When I moved into my fourth floor flat after my divorce I was warned not to go near the subway, everyone that needed to go into town would drudge to the railway station, drag themselves up and over the footbridge, I spent two days watching the line of people walking in single file like worker ants. They all looked like they had somewhere to go; off to the railway station, train to London and a well-paid job in the city but in reality, few in the project could afford the price of a railway ticket as far as the next station, never mind all the way into London. Once they climbed the stairs of the footbridge they disappeared from view only to reappear several hours later following the pheromone trail back to their nest. From my flat I could see over the railway line to the focus of most of my neighbours' interest in town, well other than the supermarket where they bought their food, it was the job centre, or more accurately, the no job centre. We all had to make that journey once every two weeks; we swore that we had not taken part in paid work since our last visit. We might be lucky, get an education course, something that was free to alleviate our boredom for a few hours, if not, just a check in the post to buy food for the next two weeks.

The worst thing of all, as well as seeing the job centre building I could also see the subway under the railway line and the two of them were in a direct line, a ten minute walk through the subway or an hour or more taking the long way around. When it was my turn to make the walk I stood at the lift for twenty minutes before I realised that once again the lift was broken. I ran down the stairs and at the front door of the block I stood and looked towards the railway station, it looked much further away from the ground than it did from fifty feet above. I looked towards the subway; strangely, the subway looked closer from down here.

I took a deep breath and set off in the direction of the subway. When I reached the mouth of the subway I could instantly see that it wasn't built for people to pass through, from my end I couldn't see daylight at the other end of the tunnel. Another deep breath, the total darkness was worrying but I still needed to make my appointment in one hour's time at the job centre and now that I was standing at the side of the railway line it would take me even longer to walk the long way around. I stepped out of the sunlight and into the darkness.

I was about one third of the way into the tunnel when a train clattered by overhead almost deafening me, it was an assault on my senses but not as much of an assault as when two men grabbed me out of the darkness, my arms were twisted up my back and a voice whispered in my ear, "You must be fucking mental to trespass into our world!"

The voice wasn't deep enough to be a man's voice, it was a teenager's voice, sounded around seventeen or eighteen years old, a hand rubbed over my breasts, "Hey guys, some stupid bitch has flown into our web, looks like we get to fuck early today."

I was processing the information in my rapidly befuddled brain, the hand rubbing over the outside of my blouse, rubbing over my breasts, the boy saying that they were going to get to fuck early today all fighting for processing space in my head and while I was trying to get all my ducks in a row my blouse was ripped open, my arms released so that my blouse could be pulled all the way off. My bra followed it. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, how the hell...my skirt was yanked downwards, straining the catch and zipper as the waistband passed over my hips...could these boys see what they were doing.

They didn't bother to pull my knickers down; they slipped a blade up inside the leg-hole and cut them away from my body. Four hands held my arms tight, one hand gripping each wrist and one gripping each elbow. I was lifted a few inches off of the floor and carried away from the puddle of cotton that was my skirt. Four more hands grabbed my ankles and knees, my legs were pulled apart wider than nature intended and I was lowered onto the dirt covered ground onto my back and as soon as I was down there in the dirt a fifth man knelt between my legs.

All the mental tumblers fell into place just before I felt the warm, stiff, flesh stabbing wildly at me, seeking out my inner entrance and the final message was, 'Fucking hell, I'm being raped!'

I started to struggle and fight, it had been a very long time since I'd last had sex, I'd been divorced for two years and my husband hadn't been close to me for two years before that. I struggled, rocked my body from side to side, tried to raise my arms to punch, scratch or just push the guy away from me but I couldn't, I was being held too tightly. If I hadn't been so scared I might have laughed, one of the main reasons that I wanted to divorce my ex-husband was that I felt he wasn't paying me enough attention in the sack. No matter what the occasion, he would never spend more than thirty minutes making love, in fact I could have set a timer, from the moment his hands first rubbed over my body to him splashing down, pulling out and kissing me goodnight was thirty minutes every time.

I didn't have a view of a clock but my rapist wasn't there for a long sex session, I could only guess but three or four minutes after his cock first slipped into my vaginal sheath to him grunting through his orgasm. Nowhere close to enough time for my body to respond to him. I hadn't even started to 'Juice-up' inside so every thrust into my vagina was dry. Not so when the guy fucking me swapped with the one holding my left leg stretched out tight away from its normal position.

I fought as the second one fucked me, again, he wasn't interested in making love, he was just using me as a masturbatory aid, jacking himself into my body as quickly as he could. By the time he fired off into my already spunk filled cunt I'd stopped fighting. The fucking wasn't hurting me a fraction of the amount that my fighting was doing so I just lay there and took the pounding in my pussy.

I allowed my mind to drift as the other three young men took their turns at me. A question popped into my head, 'Why did I think that sex lasting for thirty minutes once every two weeks wasn't loving enough on my husband's part?' The only thing I had to base my opinions on was my own family. As a child growing up I knew when my parents had sex, they were both very vocal, they had sex at least once every week and their sex lasted for three hours if it wasn't a special occasion, four hours for a birthday and longer on the anniversary of their first meeting, the anniversary of the date they got engaged, the day they got married and my birthday. Now I have no idea how much of that time was actual vaginal sex and how much was foreplay, all I knew was that either one or the other of my parents or both of them were in a state of orgasm for the period of time I remembered.

When my ex-husband made love to me it took him at least fifteen minutes to get me to start my orgasm and he hardly made a sound when he climaxed, he just rushed into spurting hardly breathing heavily. Friends had made their opinions clear as I was going through the divorce procedure, they all said the same thing, "Sex is a two way street, both partners are to blame for failures!"

Well, I had tried, I approached my husband if I wanted sex and he hadn't started the ball rolling, I had offered to do 'Special' things for him, I'd offered to dress up for him, offered to play games, offered to masturbate him or give him oral. I'd even suggested that we could play outside if that would turn him on but every step of the way I got a resounding "No!"

He wasn't interested in anything other than missionary sex, in the dark and in our bedroom. He didn't want sex on any other day than the day he wanted sex or in any other style, place or position. So I could, in all honesty, say that it wasn't my fault that our sex life was boring and unsatisfactory because I'd tried everything I knew to spice it up.

I was dragged back to the tunnel under the railway lines by another train, an express, a train that wasn't going to stop in our local railway station, it rolled over my head at seventy miles an hour making a hell of a noise in our metal tube, my cunt was empty and one of the guys threw my blouse and shirt at me, "Get dressed you fucking bitch, don't ever come down here again if you know what's good for you!"

Just my blouse and skirt, no bra and no knickers, I felt around the waistband of my skirt, the hook and eye at the top of my side zipper was strained and wouldn't fasten and the zipper had jumped its rails so I had to force it to the bottom and pull it back up again, it wouldn't last long but replacing a zip and a hook would be child's play once I got home, I still had my bloody interview to go to, still had to beg the state for a few pounds to cover my food and electricity bill for the next fortnight.

Two buttons on my blouse were missing and the three button holes that matched up with the remaining buttons were all strained so the buttons had difficulty in remaining fastened. Once in the light again I checked my wristwatch, I was just fifty yards away from the job centre and still had five minutes to spare before my interview. I got a very strange look from the receptionist as I gave her my name, I kind of knew why she gave me the strange look, my hair was a mess, my makeup was all smudged, the tears that flowed from my eyes during the initial stages of my assault had left mascara and dirt lines down my face and my clothing was wrecked.

"You're number three-five-two, take a seat in the waiting room and keep an eye on the display screen, it will direct you to the correct window!"

I walked through to the large seating area; the screen showed that ticket number three-three-two had just been called over to window number seven. There were eight windows so I knew that it wouldn't take too long for them to get around to me.

I read a leaflet about how to use the on-line job search facility and suddenly it was my turn, called to window number two. I sat in front of a man who didn't once look up from his, or rather my form, "Have you engaged in paid employment since your last visit?"

"No!"

How many job interviews have you attended since your last visit?"

"None!"

"Why not?"

"I'm new to this area, no one has replied to any of my applications yet."

"How many jobs have you applied for by letter, email, face to face or telephone call?"

"I've applied for fifty jobs by email and that's all."

"Have you attended any training courses since you became unemployed?"

"Level three English, level three Maths, Basic Internet, CV writing, basic hygiene and first aid."

"Okay, thanks for coming in today, your next appointment is in two weeks time at one o'clock, I'll process your claim and you'll get your payment into your bank account in a day or two."

"I don't get direct payment, I don't have a bank account, I usually get a check through the post."

His attention moved from my form for the first time since I sat in front of him, he turned slightly and typed into his computer keyboard for a few seconds, "Okay, I've just sent a letter to the receptionist, collect it on your way out and take it along to the bank, they'll set up an account for you, you won't need the usual deposit to open the account but it will be a limited access account for now until you have built up a relationship with the bank. This will be the last time that you'll get a check through the post. See you in a fortnight."

And with that I was dismissed, I stopped at the reception desk again and told her my name, she handed me an envelope with the name of the local bank printed on the front and she told me to take it along to the bank straight away to give the bank time to process my new account before my next visit.

Fortunately the bank was between the job centre and the railway station so it didn't add to the distance that I'd had to walk. I only had to drop the letter in to the bank, they didn't deal with new accounts, well, not new social accounts that is, if I had one hundred pounds to put on deposit they would have dealt with it for me but as my bank account would be a social account the branch staff wouldn't earn any commission so my forms would be sent off to headquarters to be dealt with and I'd have to wait at least a week to receive notification of my account...just set up as a vehicle for the government to place my benefits in as cheaply as possible. Again no one seemed to look at me and if they did no one reacted to the way I looked.

Once home I was beginning to fixate on the tunnel under the railway lines, from my living room window I could see down into the mouth of the tunnel. I saw men walk up to the mouth of the tunnel from the estate end, they stood a few feet away and called out a name, from the distance I was away I occasionally heard a name that sounded like 'Giggsy' or 'Giggesy', it could have been a nickname for someone called Ryan, I know that it made little sense, just like calling a very short man Lofty or a tall, well-built man Little John. There was a famous England player called Ryan Giggs so boys called Ryan sometimes got called Giggsy.

The routine was always the same, one or two men would turn up, they'd call out a name and someone would come out of the tunnel, there would be a conversation and the visitor would produce money, it would be counted and then a small bag would be handed over by the tunnel rat before he scuttled back down his hole. Between four o'clock when I got home and eight o'clock when it got dark, I counted one hundred transactions taking place. After dark the customers came faster and in greater numbers, after dark there could be four tunnel rats dealing drugs to different groups of buyers. I never saw all five young men out of the tunnel together, my guess was that one remained inside the tunnel out of sight, probably holding a gun of some kind to protect his interests, possibly the fifth man guarded the stash of drugs or money.

I watched my side of the tunnel for three days and I never spotted any of the tunnel rats coming or going from the estate side of the tunnel so they either lived down their hole in the ground or they lived in the posh part of town and came down to the railway tunnel to slum it. I wasn't sure why I was so fixated on the five rapists in the tunnel, I wasn't the kind that wanted or needed revenge, they hadn't particularly hurt me, I reckoned that they owed me about a hundred pounds for the stolen, ripped or damaged clothing but that was all.

I was out in town on Thursday evening and I saw a pizza delivery man drop off food at the town side of the estate, again, the delivery man didn't enter the tunnel mouth, he just parked his moped on the path close to the subway, he sounded his hooter and one of the guys came out to pay him and take the boxes of food underground to his friends.

I found a place that I could watch the subway without drawing attention to myself, a shop had flats above it and the top floor was being worked on so no one was living there and from the top floor landing I could just see the comings and goings on the estate side of the railway. I could see the customers coming and going and then something surprised me, two girls turned up at eleven o'clock, they stood at the mouth of the town side of the tunnel and called "Giggsy!" it took a few minutes but eventually one of the drug dealers came out to talk to the girls. I could hear most of the conversation, Giggsy was interested to find out how old the girls were, who had told them to go there and what they wanted.

There was some negotiating but in the end Giggsy told the girls that he would be willing to give them a twenty pound bag of Grass but they would have to let him and his mates have sex with them, the problem for Giggsy was that it was their busiest time for customers, "You girls come back tomorrow at lunch time, make sure you're in your school uniforms and come to the estate end of the tunnel, less people can see us at that end."

The girls walked off disappointed but at least they had the possibility to return the following day to get their bag of drugs for sex. I took that opportunity to leave my hiding place and walk home, following just a few yards behind the girls as we all walked towards the estate and the blocks of flats stretching out across what had been fields full of grazing cows and sheep.

I lived in Attlee block; it was named after Clement Attlee who was the Prime Minister in the UK at the end of the Second World War, they could have just as easily called it Apple House or Acorn House, they just needed a word beginning with an 'A'. The next block going away from the railway line was Baldwin House, named after Stanley Baldwin, the Prime Minister in nineteen thirty-five, the third block was Chamberlain House, named after Neville Chamberlain who was the Prime Minister that declared war on Germany at the start of the Second World War. Each block had around a thousand flats of various sizes from one bed room flats on the ground floor for the elderly and disabled people, the first floor were all family sized flats, three bedrooms with larger living rooms. I lived on the fourth floor; again, all were one bedroom apartments with small living rooms.

The two girls that I was following both lived in Macmillan House, Harold Macmillan was the Prime Minister at the end of the fifties, the thirteenth block of flats and the block that was furthest away from the tracks. There were plans to build a fourteenth block and that was already codenamed 'N' block, the existing residents weren't happy about another thousand flats being built unless they built some amenities as well, a shop or a pub, perhaps even a doctors surgery, just something that didn't involve the long walk or long drive to get something as simple as a pint of milk.

Once I got in my flat I scanned the subway again, I knew exactly when the girls would be going back and where they were going to be. I could call the police and tell them but the subway had been chosen by the drug dealers because of the cover it gave them, no roads came anywhere close to the estate end of the subway and the terrain was too difficult for any police vehicles to get close in quickly. The tunnel rats didn't do business at the town end of the subway and if they were approached from that direction they would have ample time to dump any incriminating evidence long before the police got anywhere close to them.

I wracked my brains for the best option, the police were out of the question, if anyone was going to do something it would have to be me. I toyed with the idea of stopping the girls on their way to the subway but what good would that do, I'd never recognise the girls in their school uniforms, even if I'd been close enough to have seen their faces in the dark, to be able to talk to them I'd have to be waiting on the path leading down to the subway and the lair of the tunnel rats and that was a place I'd rather not be spotted again, especially not by the tunnel rats.

I checked my resources, from my flat or as I was beginning to call it command post in the war against drugs. 'Why not rapists too?' I had been raped, gang raped by five young men but still that wasn't what bothered me about the men working the underground passageway, it was the fact that they were selling drugs, drugs that would ruin the lives of far more people and I'd just witnessed two young girls who were willing to sell their bodies just to get on the slippery downward ladder into the gutter.

'Digital camera, you have that old digital camera, you could film the girls going down into the tunnel from up here!'

I started searching for my old digital camera, I remembered packing it before I moved but it took a while to find it and when I did find it the battery was totally flat. I put the camera on charge and went to bed. I did have one electrical device that I knew had fresh batteries in it and an early night would give me the chance to use it. I had an eight inch long vibrator that had a circumference of seven inches and took three heavy duty batteries. I began riding my sex toy as soon as I got into bed, I was already wet inside in anticipation. My husband had never given me an orgasm in all of our time together, in fact, no man had. I never climaxed from using my fingers alone, I always got cramps in my hands long before I orgasmed, it usually took me an hour of concerted action from my dildo on full power to get me off. The girls suddenly popped into my head, I was about their age when I first had sex with a boy, a disappointing, behind the bike sheds at school, things had to be quick because the teacher on playground duty walked past the bike sheds about once every fifteen minutes so to say my first experience was a quickie was an understatement and so disappointing that I didn't try again for two years.

The school girls popped into my head again, when I was their age I had dipped my toe into the sexual pool with a boy from my class, a boy of my own age, the two girls were offering to take on five boys for twenty pounds worth of cannabis. If the boys only fucked once each, the girls were selling sex for four pounds a fuck but if the boys all took a turn at each girl then they were doing it for just two pounds a fuck. I climaxed, no surprise, I always climaxed while riding my plastic lover, the surprise hit home when I was wiping the juice away from my cunt and wiping my dildo down I realised that it had only taken me fifteen minutes to climax because I'd been thinking about the girls and what they planned to do in just fourteen hours time.

I slept happily but with a slight twinge of guilt that I had focused my orgasm on two school girls being gang-banged by five young men in just a few hours time.

I woke early and checked my camera, the battery was fully charged and the memory was totally empty. I pointed the lens of the camera in the direction of the subway entrance and zoomed in as close as I could. Fortunately a customer was approaching the mouth of the tunnel and stopped a few feet short, someone came out to talk to him, I didn't recognise the young tunnel rat and after the exchange of money for drugs I reviewed the photographs I'd taken of the transaction, I downloaded the photographs into my PC. I quickly realised why I'd stopped using my cheap camera so long ago, I was just two hundred yards from the subway but even on full zoom there was no way that anyone could identify either of the two men standing at the mouth of the subway or what they were doing.

'You're going to have to get closer, much, much closer!' Ran through my mind. I used the camera's lens to get a slightly closer look at the railway embankment. The estate side of the railways embankment was covered in trees and bushes, their roots stabilised the embankment and prevented rain washing away their foundations, the trees and bushes also helped to cut the sound thrown up from thousands of tons of metal grinding along at speeds of up to eighty miles an hour from the express trains. I could see a clear path inside the line of trees and bushes; it looked like I could get to a point just in front of the subway without anyone seeing me, well, from the tunnel at least. It was just nine o'clock; I had several hours to kill until lunch time so I did myself a little breakfast and cleaned out the memory of my camera again.

I was really on edge as I paced up and down in my flat watching the second hand of my clock tick slowly through the minutes. I wasn't sure why I was so on edge, I supposed that it could be that if the tunnel rats spotted me trying to film them they could decide that I was a danger to their business and they might just want to kill me for doing that. I could have been on edge because I knew roughly what the girls were going to get up to with the five young men, I didn't expect to see anything, when the boys raped me they had done it so deeply in the tunnel that there was no light what so ever and that's what I had expected to happen to the girls. 'What are you going to do with the photographs?' Well, that was the six million dollar question, I could send the film anonymously to the police, the headmaster of the school, their parents, social services...there was a plethora of organisations that could help the girls to get off of the drugs or the sex or both. All I knew was that taking pictures or filming the girls approaching the drug dealers was the starting point.

I found myself looking longingly at my vibrator, I'd only used it for fifteen minutes the night before, the batteries would have at least another hour's power left in them, I could easily waste an hour on my bed fucking myself... 'Don't do that, if you cum now, just before the girls are due to arrive you might mellow yourself out too much, you need to keep an edge, keep yourself sharp, just in case you need to run for it!'

At eleven thirty I left my flat, ran down the stairs but instead of leaving by the front door I left through the rear door, passed the bin store and out onto the massive lawned area behind the flats. I cast a wide arch down to the railway tracks. The line had four sets of tracks at this point; two ran into our little station, an up line that took trains from London to the west and northwest and a down line that brought those trains back into London. The express lines ran from London to the southwest and back.

I found one of the entrances to the network of paths inside the ribbon of trees and bushes that fringed the southern side of the tracks and weaved my way to just a few feet from the subway. I arrived dead on the dot of twelve o'clock. It took five minutes for the girls to walk from their school to the subway; I set my camera to movie-mode and filmed a group of school kids walking towards the railway, there were four girls and six boys, there was no way I could have picked out the two girls that I'd expected to see from the night before, just because of the way they had been dressed the day before was so totally different to the way that they were dressed today.

One of the girls was actually walking along with her arm wrapped around the waist of one of the boys and he had his arm over her shoulder, the group reached the last interchange in the paths, the last crossroad before the path dived down into the subway under the tracks, the girl and boy kissed, he slapped her bottom and said, "Okay Sarah, go to work, earn me a little fun for later!" He said that just loud enough for me to hear but I think it was said loud enough for the other eight kids to hear.

The girl, Sarah, handed the boy her satchel to hold, "Here, look after this and look after Elle's bag as well please."

One of the other three girls reached out the strap of her satchel to the boy as well. I guessed that Sarah and Elle were the two girls that were going down to the tunnel to buy drugs with their bodies. I watched on my small camera's screen as Sarah hitched her skirt up a little and set off a pace ahead of the girl she had just called Elle. I panned my camera's lens across the line of other kids standing at the crossroad in the path and all eight pairs of eyes were watching just two of their friends approaching the subway. I quickly panned back to the walking girls; the focus went fuzzy for a while before they resolved on the small screen, over filling the screen. I started zooming out until I could see both girls clearly. Elle hadn't bothered to catch her friend up that one pace they had started out apart so it looked like the girls weren't even walking together.

Sarah stopped a few feet short of the mouth of the tunnel and called out "Giggsy!" it took a few moments before Giggsy appeared at the mouth of the tunnel, he looked at both girls and then he took in the rest of the vista, I was very surprised that he didn't spot me as he scanned around the area, he must have realised that the group of boys and girls standing twenty feet away from him were all watching what was going on.

"You girls coming inside?"

"Can we do it out here?"

"Well, up to you, I don't mind having an audience so long as I get to cum inside you!"

"You can if you want to."

Giggsy beckoned for Sarah to go closer to him, he reached out and grabbed her, turned her so she was facing me and pushed her up against the concrete wall that formed a scoop down into the subway, holding back the embankment of the railway running above their heads. Giggsy's mouth clamped over Sarah's and Elle just stood there like a spare part watching Giggsy and her friend. I could see a mountain of pent up passion and urgency in the way he was kissing Sarah and soon his hands were rubbing over her breasts through her school blouse and pulling at buttons holding the front of her blouse closed, but not for long, he soon had Sarah's blouse wide open and was pushing her bra up above her breasts forming a crazy bowtie under her chin.

I had expected my part in the act to have been long over by this point. I had expected the girls to disappear into the tunnel and beyond the reach of my camera's lens but the action was all playing out right in front of my face, just six feet away from me. I really should have turned off my camera off but instead I zoomed in closer on Giggsy's hand as he fondled Sarah's now exposed breasts. My hands were shaking a good deal more than I would have expected them too and as the camera cast a crazy arch I saw Sarah open her eyes and look over at the group of her friends standing higher up the hill. Giggsy busied his left hand pinching and rolling Sarah's nipples between his thumb and index finger and his right hand rubbed down from the girls left breast, over her bare midriff and then over the front of her school skirt.

As Giggsy started to lift the front of Sarah's skirt my camera began to shake wildly until I realised that my right hand had deserted the filming project, it had slid down the front of my own skirt and was almost mirroring on me what Giggsy was doing to Sarah. Now I could have forced myself to control my animal instincts and film the defiling of the young girl or I could forget the camera and answer my bodies need for sexual gratification. Before I could make my mind up my body took over, it pressed my left hand against one of the larger branches to take the place of my right hand and hold the camera steady and my left thumb flicked the zoom control so that I got an extreme close-up of Grggsy's hand easing down the front of Sarah's panties and as his fingers eased into Sarah's body the fingers of my right hand eased into my own pussy and sought out my clitoris. I'd never reached my orgasm so fast in my life but then this was a special occasion, I'd never even watched a blue movie before in my life and here I was, hiding in a bush, masturbating as I watched a man performing foreplay on a schoolgirl.

Giggsy got Sarah well on her way to her own orgasm and then he stopped kissing her, he looked over at Elle and said, "Come over here girl, I'm kind of busy here and need a little help to set my python free!"

I zoomed out, taking in more of the scene, I saw Elle smile on my little screen as she stepped closer to her friend and Giggsy. He had returned to kissing Sarah again but he had turned his body slightly away from Sarah so that Elle could get at the front of his trousers a little more easily. I was gasping through my own orgasm as I watched Elle's small hands working the thick leather belt through the loop of Giggsy's belt buckle, my left hand, with no instructions from my brain, zoomed in on Elle's hand as she freed the belt from the buckle. The reason my brain had stopped talking to my left hand was because my brain was focussing one hundred percent on my right hand issuing a thousand instructions a second to build a better orgasm for myself.

Elle made a deft twisting flick to pop the stud at the waistband of Giggsy's five-o-one's, this wasn't the first time that Elle had opened a man's trousers, that was obvious. Elle slipped the catch at the top of his zipper and the tightness of his jean opened his fly all by itself. Elle eased Giggsy's trousers over his hips, pulling them down to just below his buttocks but it wasn't easy, the jeans had been shrink-fitted onto his legs. Elle then eased his underpants down as far as they would go too, releasing Giggsy's seven inch long rod, Giggsy hadn't said anything more than "set my python free!" and Elle had worked out all of the rest for herself. She lifted the weight of his cock and then bent over her mouth closer and sucked his cockhead into her mouth.

I had a second powerful orgasm in just five minutes at the image on my camera's display of such a young, petite, girl eating Giggsy's cock to get him ready to fuck her friend. After a few seconds Elle pulled Sarah's knickers down, all the way down to her ankles and tapped her left foot so that Sarah lifted that foot off of the path to allow Elle to ease Sarah's panties over her foot, leaving them around her right ankle. Sarah opened her legs wide and Elle aimed Giggsy's cock into her friend's body and I had a third orgasm as I filmed that simple act.

Giggsy didn't waste another second, as soon as he felt Sarah's cunt swallow his cockhead he rammed his hips forward, crushing Sarah into the concrete wall and driving her into a massive orgasm in just three thrusts. Elle's head was still in the way a little so I zoomed out to get a better overall picture of the action in the mouth of the subway. Suddenly something very large and very black caught my eye just off of the action. I gasped through another step-change in my own orgasm as a huge African man, much older than any of the tunnel rats I'd seen so far. My heightened level of excitement had been caused by the image of the black man and wondering if he had been one of the five men that had raped me just a few days ago, I had no real idea until he stepped in front of Elle, he put his hand on the back if her head to keep her bent over as he turned her to face him.

Not a word was said, Elle's eyes flicked up to the face of the African and without hesitation she pulled at the bow in the chord holding the man's jogging pants up, she pulled trousers and underpants past his knees, as his cock sprang into view on my camera I realised that he hadn't been part of my own rape, all of the cocks that had deposited semen in my cunt were much the same size as Giggsy's cock, above average in size for a European man but the African's cock was longer and way fatter. I zoomed in onto Elle's face as she struggled to get her mouth open wide enough to take just the crown of his cock into her mouth.

Another peak of pleasure built up in my body as I got an extreme close up look at the petite, elfin, white face, bright red lips stretched impossibly wide over the huge black helmet and then the black hands wrapping Elle's blond hair, yanking her face harder against his cock. Elle looked a little reluctant, there was fear in her eyes as more of the black man's cock disappeared further into her mouth, stretching her beyond her normal abilities and way past any previous experience she may have had of sucking a man's cock. I did spot reluctance as the huge black balls closed in on Elle's mouth but only reluctance to try and take the man's cock as deeply as he wanted her too, she was, even as she began to choke on his meat, pulling her own panties down, getting ready for the end game with her monstrous black lover.

Once Elle had freed her feet from her panties she threw them against the wall behind her, she pressed the palms of both hands against the man's belly and pushed herself away from him. It seemed to take an age for the huge cock to finally slip out of Elle's mouth, it seemed to have grown an extra inch longer in her mouth than it had been when she first released it from his trousers. Elle coughed and choked once her mouth was empty, it looked like she had vomited onto the path at the side of her oral lover but it was all just phlegm that had been caused as he was trying to force his massive cockhead past Elle's oesophagus. Elle regained her composure; she was standing upright now, smiling at the man as she looped her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to stretch high enough to kiss him on his lips.

As Elle and the African kissed he reached down and gripped her legs behind her thighs, he copied the position of Sarah and Giggsy against the wall but he had lifted Elle's legs up so that they were hooked over his hips. Elle had reached down between their bodies to take control of his cock, take aim and even though his tongue was deep in her mouth I heard Elle groan and gasp as his manhood started to burrow deep into her tight little cunt. I had to force myself to zoom out, lose the focus I'd managed to get of the big black cock stretching Elle's labia like over stretched elastic bands, something in my head was telling me to capture more of the scene, I still didn't know what I was going to do with the film I was making, I wanted to use it in some way to open the subway back up to the thousands of people who lived on the estate who were forced to walk miles more than they needed too just because a bunch of violent drug dealers were using the subway as their market place.

I saw the four fucking people slowly fade into view on my little screen, Giggsy was grunting and his fucking stride was ragged and fractured and then he swore and backed away from Sarah. I hadn't seen Giggsy tuck the bottom hem of Sarah's school skirt into her waistband but as he stepped away from her I spotted her bare pussy mound on my screen, I zoomed in on that, surprised that Sarah was totally hairless. She looked to be around thirteen years old; she should have been showing signs of hairs at least, I hadn't expected to see hairs on Elle's pussy earlier even though she was the same age as Sarah but having Platinum blond hair she would need to be much older before the hairs would be visible at six feet away, Sarah's hair was sand coloured but now that I'd zoomed in to ultra close-up I could see that Sarah was totally bald down... 'WOW!' My camera suddenly captured a huge globule of semen falling from Sarah's cunt to the dirt beneath her feet.

I twisted sideways and my camera jerked and bucked until the eight person audience at the top of the hill came into view, all eight watching as if they were in a cinema, I even expected to see that they were holding popcorn or something equally as traditionally cinema. I started to zoom out and return my focus on the mouth of the tunnel, Giggsy was now standing on the other side of Elle and the African, a third man was also out of the mouth of the subway, his cock was already out and Sarah was sucking his cock for him before standing up again and leaning against the same spot on the concrete wall that Giggsy had pressed her into. Sarah's second drilling lasted far less time than her first, her second lover didn't get her to an orgasm, he just fucked her the way I had been fucked a few days earlier, he was just using Sarah's vagina to masturbate himself into and he was only interested in climaxing as rapidly as he could.

I refocused on Elle, her head was resting on the African's shoulder, she looked to be unconscious but about every fifth or sixth thrust her head lifted slightly and she tried to kiss her lover's cheek but never had the energy to make it that far before her head crashed back down onto his shoulder again. Grggsy slapped the African's shoulder, "See Winston, I told you that it would be worth your while making the delivery yourself today!" The huge black man looked at Giggsy and grinned.

"I'll even cover the cost myself for today's little entertainment, after all, a twenty pound baggy only costs me a fiver wholesale."

I gasped; I'd captured the 'Mr Big' of the local drug's scene on my camera, fucking a thirteen year old girl. I began to panic slightly, all thought of carrying on with myself pleasure evaporated, mind you, in my life to date I'd never achieved two orgasms at my own hand, never mind four, so today was going to go down in my diary as a red letter day. I still wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do with the film I was making but if I was going to clean out the tunnel for the people of my estate, getting a film of the main local dealer committing a crime as serious as rape would be a good starting point so I needed to do as good a job as possible on making the film and keeping it safe.

Sarah was sucking her third cock of the afternoon as her second lover sank slowly into the darkness of the subway zipping the front of his jeans closed. I filmed her third fucking in its entirety, only took four minutes, lover three was just like lover number two, just using Sarah as a cum-dump. I filmed Sarah going through her routine with her fourth and fifth lover and all the time she was fucking it was to a soundtrack of Elle being fucked solidly by the African.

The action suddenly seemed to stop; I closed in on the junction between the African's cock and Elle's red and overly swollen labia. Elle's legs were still hooked over the hips of her lover; she was still, as still as a corpse but her feet were still crossed together behind his back. I saw his cock seem to pulsate slightly and a jet of his semen forced its way out of Elle's body between her tight pussy and the side of his cock shaft. The jet travelled around five feet, coming to earth just a foot away from where I was standing, a dark line resolved on the dusty ground, almost as if Elle's body was drawing a line between her cunt and my feet on the path. It took a full three minutes for the African's cock to shrink down enough to be expelled by Elle's body. As his cock fell, it reminded me of a horse's cock falling from the mare's vagina, I always imagined that swinging in the same way. There was an audible 'Splat' as a pint of African semen fell from Elle's vagina.

I zoomed out as a second globule of semen fell from Elle's cunt, Sarah was alone, her legs still wide open and a cascade of five lots of semen falling from her cunt and forming a puddle on the path. Elle slowly came around, she wrapped her arms around the African's neck and planted a huge kiss on his lips, she locked her lips with his as she slowly uncrossed her feet and painfully lowered her legs back towards the ground. As her toes touched the path, her lips left his and she whispered, "Can we do this again sometime please?"

The African gave out a belly laugh, and kissed Elle's forehead and then he said, "Sure baby, you come to my place on the corner of Back Lane, you can't miss it, always a lot of men coming and going from my place all the day and night, talk to Benny, he manages the place, you make enough men happy and Benny will call me to make us a date for us to have a little fun together baby-doll!"

Sarah's second lover came back out into the light; he handed over a cellophane bag with what looked like a chocolate brownie in the bottom, it was handed over to Giggsy and he stood holding the bag as he watched Sarah using her own panties to wipe away the product generated by her five lovers from between her legs. Her eyes were fixed on the bag as she pulled her bra back over her breasts, not huge breasts but big for a thirteen year old girl. I filmed as she tucked her blouse into her skirt and then she fastened those buttons that were above the waistband of her skirt.

As soon as Sarah finished dressing herself Giggsy handed her the plastic bag and kissed her on her lips, "Here you go darling, twenty quid's worth of the best skunk money or pussy can buy, why not come back the same time next week for more of the same!"

Elle was just coming back to her senses, getting the use of her legs back, she jumped up to kiss the African and the girls linked arms and walked away from the subway as Giggsy and the African slipped out of sight, back into the darkness. My own cunt was dripping with my own lubricant; I could only imagine how Elle and Sarah felt. Sarah having taken five shots of cum up her cunt but at least she had wiped herself clean with her knickers. I filmed the girls walking away from me, both girls were walking bandy legged as if they had just spent four hours riding horses, the only difference between the girls as they walked up the slight incline towards the junction and their school friends was that Elle was leaving a trail of what looked like snot behind her on the path and it was hanging down from her pussy like stalactites.

Sarah handed the small bag of drugs to the boy who had been hanging over her shoulder on the way to the subway and he gave her both of the school bags that he had been holding for the girls. He pocketed the drugs and then, without any kind of thanks to Sarah, he turned and wrapped his arm over the shoulder of a much younger looking girl, he pulled her into his side, kissed her and said, "See, it's not that hard to have sex with total strangers and it would prove to me just how much you love me, just like Sarah did, fucking five men to get me a little grass!"

The group were all now walking away from me and I scanned back to the mouth of the subway and zoomed in to an ultra close-up shot of Elle's panties laying forlornly on the pathway against the concrete retaining wall.

I almost ran home, the final shot of my little video had been taken with the low battery indicator flashing on the screen so the first thing I did when I walked through my front door was put my camera on charge, the second thing I did was have an hour long ride on my dildo as I replayed what I'd seen over and over again in my head, giving myself orgasm after orgasm. I'd definitely have to say that my morning had been a life changing experience for me, it had opened my eyes up to the prospect of multiple orgasms with the right stimulation as well as the fact that I could achieve an easy orgasm if the visual stimulation was right, well, right for me at least.

I made a cup of coffee and relaxed while I drank it, my eyes fixed on the camera's flashing charge light blinking red, just waiting for it to turn to a solid green led light. I pulled the power cable out of the camera and replaced it with the USB cable from my PC, I downloaded the film I had just taken onto a recordable DVD. When the film had finished downloading from my camera I selected 'Finish Disk' and in thirty seconds the disk popped out of the DVD drive, I pressed it straight back in and waited until it finished loading and then I double clicked on the film icon. I watched the thirty-six minute film I'd just made, thirty six minutes including a four minute lead-in to the action and two minute lead out so in rough terms Sarah had taken five men to climax in just thirty minutes. Much the same amount of time as it took the five men to fuck me in the darkness of the subway a few days earlier.

It set me to thinking, why the hell did I think that my husband's lovemaking was short-changing me? I'd never seen a blue film to get a comparison from, I didn't read erotic stories, everything I'd read in the past had taken the reader to the bedroom door... 'And as the door slowly closed he kissed her neck and rubbed his hand over the front of her blouse and the door finally closed...'

Well, I had my film, it wasn't just pornography, as I watched the film with a clear head, unclouded by the need for orgasm I realised that what I had was actually illegal, not just the act on screen that was someone else's crime but the fact that I had made the film and now had it stored on my camera as well as on a DVD in my PC, was illegal! It was actually illegal just to be in possession of the material I had. Now, I couldn't just walk into a Police Station and hand over the DVD, an overzealous officer could arrest me just for holding the disk.

I now had a massive problem; I really wanted to use the film to change the order of things around my new estate but I didn't want to spend time in prison for making and owning a child porn film, I needed to plan this out carefully. I needed to write a letter, one letter but addressed to several people. I didn't have the internet in my flat and I didn't own a printer but I could actually go to the library, use their internet to get a list of addresses of various important people and I could pay five pence for each sheet of paper that I needed to print out. I could write the letter on my PC and take it with me to the library. I would have to pick a quiet time when no one else would be in the library, set the printer running and make sure that I collected my printouts before anyone else got to the printer.

So I settled down to write the letter that would accompany the DVD's that I would have to replicate from my camera: