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Blanket Disclaimer: I, the author of this story, do not in any way condone,
Blanket Warning: The stories I write feature sexual acts far outside the
Safety First: I do try and make my stories as realistic as is plausible. I don’t like And now, on with the show... Filthy, Part 2 (MMMMMF, FF) Encore Shawna walked the crowded streets in a daze, barely comprehending anything or anyone around her; she was too pent up to pay attention, too excited and too horny and too frightened. It had been months now since Mr. Sevsky had taught her the lesson of her young life, months since the old man had raped her and used her as a toilet. Her body had healed now, and Shawna was itching for another good beating. The problem was she hadn’t seen Mr. Sevsky since that day, and he hadn’t answered his door. She had asked her friend Yuki to do it, but the diminutive Japanese girl was just too small and too submissive. So now Shawna found herself in the worst part of town imaginable, looking for someone to rape her. Yuki had begged her not to do this, saying she could talk to one of her regulars and see if she could set up a meeting. Shawna was quite glad to do that, and agreed to let Yuki set her up, but she also wanted to go through with this idea now that she’d thought of it. A planned rape, as brutal and wonderful as it may be, was nothing compared to the real thing. Just the idea sent her cunt quivering, and she had to experience it. The sun had gone down less than an hour previously, and Shawna was in a part of town she did not recognize. Everything around her seemed dim and distant, muted by the pounding blood in her veins and the throbbing wetness of her pussy. Here and there she saw faces, some of them looking her way and some just going about their business, but they were all blurred to her sapphire eyes. Shawna’s pale skin was flush with excitement, her full lips in black lipstick were open as she breathed steadily to try and calm herself. Her raven hair, now with three purple streaks running through it, was pulled back into a delicate braid that Yuki had done for her. Shawna did her best to flaunt her body at every male that came her way, hoping they would take the bait. She was wearing her best fetish gear tonight; a low-cut shiny PVC dress that hung down barely past her ass cheeks. Simply walking was enough to get this dress to ride up on her ass, and it was doing exactly that. The stomach was mostly open and the dress had no back, and Shawna was wearing a long-sleeve fishnet shirt underneath. Her legs were covered in sheer black stockings, and she had put on her best high-heel black leather fuck-me boots. Around each wrist she wore a leather cuff that was connected to middle-finger rings by black leather straps. Almost all the people she passed were looking at her as she walked by them. Each of the men fucked her with their eyes as she passed, she could feel them penetrating her in a moment’s glance and she wanted them to do so much more. She wanted them to take her. She wanted them to violate her and destroy her. None of them laid a hand on her. She was patient though, and as she continued walking around the area in circles Shawna noticed that the crowds were beginning to thin as people went home for the night. Her palms were sweating she was so scared, but her pussy juices were veritably dripping down her legs in anticipation as the hour neared. Finally she knew she had come to her moment. Passing by a dark alley lit only by a single dying bulb over the back store of some restaurant, she heard deep male voices speaking in hushed tones. With a deep breath and an involuntary shiver of fear, Shawna turned down the alley and headed directly for the voices. She was careful to make sure they heard the click of her high heels on the pavement as she walked. The last thing she wanted was to surprise them; they might just react entirely wrong and kill her outright. It seemed to be the right decision, as their voices hushed amidst whispers and shushing as she approached. When she could finally see them, she put her head down and just stared at the ground as picked up her pace. She took long, quick strides with her long, slender legs, looking for all the world like she just wanted to be safely past them. They took her silent, secret offer all too well. "Aw shit," one of them said, "I know this bitch ain’t just walkin’ through here." "Looks like little goth bitch is lost," another added. Shawna’s heart was pounding, and she found it hard to breathe. They were spreading out in the alley now, blocking her way as surely as if they were a stone wall. As she neared them, Shawna couldn’t even hear what they were saying over her heartbeat anymore, and she made the effort to push between two of them. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought that maybe she mumbled something along the lines of "excuse me, please." The entire group burst out laughing. One of the men grabbed her small neck and squeezed, eliciting a gag from her as he pulled her near. "Nah bitch, you stayin’ right here," he breathed at her through a thick greasy beard. Someone reached out and grabbed her left ass cheek, squeezing the pale round globe painfully in a very strong fist. Shawna looked up finally, directly at the one who was holding her neck, and tried to speak. His fist on her neck tightened, and the words she had attempted to speak came out as nothing more than a pained choke. If she’d had any doubts about her choice, it was too late now. Another man came up behind her, probably the one who’d grabbed her ass, and began to squeeze both cheeks with equal force. Someone else’s hand grabbed her right tit through her shiny dress. "Bitch ain’t got no fuckin’ tits," the man who’d grabbed her chest said. "Barely even a handful." Shawna’s face went red with shame and humiliation. She was proud of her small tits, even preferred them that way, but in the heat of the moment she just wanted to be desirable to the monsters to whom she had given herself. "She got an ass, though," the one behind her commented, thrusting his pelvis against her roughly. As the previous comment had stung her, this compliment--as it were--gave Shawna some strange sense of pride. Without thinking about it she pushed her ass back against the man. He immediately noticed and started laughing. "Whoah, I think this bitch wants some!" he exclaimed. The one who was holding Shawna’s throat suddenly relaxed his grip a little, and air came crashing back into her lungs. She choked for several long moments, her eyes watering as she stared at the man who was still silently holding her neck. Without a word the man reached his other hand down to Shawna’s crotch and pulled her dress up. His fingers felt up inside the dress to discover that she was wearing only a very small thong, and he immediately ripped it off. Shawna winced at the pain as the fabric dug into her skin before it ripped, but it was a thrill. She tried to moan when she saw the man reaching for his pants to pull out his cock, but it only came out as a little gurgle and a whimper. Apparently the group took her sound as one of protest, which was good considering she didn’t want them to know how much she wanted this to happen. The man behind her immediately grabbed her arms at the elbows and pulled them behind her. He pulled them painfully tight, even placing her elbows together so he could grip them more easily. Shawna grunted in pain as her back was crunched like this and her chest was thrust out, and her legs began to tremble as the man lifted her up slightly. This position was not to be her only discomfort however. His cock now out of his pants and his right hand still on her little throat, the man in front of her pressed forward until he was right up against her. Shawna felt his cock push against her lips, then suddenly he thrust forward and he was inside of her. She was so wet already from hours of excited and terrified anticipation that the man didn’t have much trouble. He thrust forward again and pushed upward, until he was in her completely. He wasn’t the biggest thing that had ever been inside of her, not by a long shot, but the circumstances of the intrusion made this moment absolutely fantastic. For several moments things continued like this. The man in front began to thrust silently in and out of Shawna, pounding his meat into her as he looked directly into her eyes while she cried in pain and fear. The other men didn’t say a word; they just looked on in silence as their friend fucked this young freak. Then the man holding her arms began to shift around. He painfully tightened her arms behind her even more so he could grip them in one hand, then she felt him pulling up the back of her dress. Within only a few moments, she felt him poking his cock in between her ass cheeks, looking for her asshole. This took longer than the man in front had, Shawna could feel the second man’s cock probing around between her cheeks for a few moments even as the first man’s thrusts shook her body. When finally the second man found Shawna’s asshole and shoved forward, the pain of a dry entry into her asshole sent shockwaves through her body. She cried out briefly, but the hand around her neck tightened and cut short her scream into another pained gurgle. The second man began to push forcefully ahead, and the pain was enough to remind Shawna of exactly what she wanted here in the first place. This simply wouldn’t do; it wasn’t violent enough, it wasn’t brutal enough. She decided to make them fight for her cunt. With great suddenness and surprising strength for a girl her size, Shawna ripped her right arm free of the second man’s grip. The group of men immediately erupted in shouts trying to intimidate her into calming back down, but she ignored them and began to claw at the first man’s face. He reared back out of her way and his cock slipped out, freeing Shawna for more movement. She lurched forward off the second man’s cock, crying out again at the pain of forceful exit from her tender asshole. The first man’s fist tightened violently on her windpipe then, and Shawna almost passed out right then. Willing herself forward however, she kicked backward with her high heels and was rewarded by the feel of her foot going into the second man’s knee. He released her arm as she did so, and she brought her own knee forward right into the first man’s groin. His grip was instantly loosened, enough for her to bash his arm away from her neck and surge forward through the gap she had created. She ran with all her might as if she really wanted to get away; she wanted them to really have to rape her. They didn’t disappoint. In just an instant one of the men had grabbed her left arm, while another grabbed her braid of hair, and they both yanked hard. Her momentum was halted and her head arched back, just as a third man tackled her at high speed. Her arm and braid were ripped painfully from the grips of the first two men--it felt like she lost some hair, even--as she was tackled directly to the hard pavement. Her face slammed into the street and the wind was knocked out of her; she couldn’t have screamed then no matter how hard she tried. The man who tackled her was climbing up now and pulling her with him, all she could do was gasp for air as he hauled her back towards the group like a doll. She didn’t let herself stop fighting even then. It took her a few moments to recover, but by the time she had been hauled back to the group she was thrashing around wildly even as she coughed and tried to scream. One of the men grabbed her arms again and pulled her into the crowd, then out of nowhere a fist slammed into her stomach. For just an instant Shawna remembered being punched like that by Mr. Sevsky, then she was falling to her knees and gagging. Only she couldn’t fall to her knees, she fell only as far as the man holding her arms would let her, and found herself dangling by her arms with her shoulders bent at a painful angle. The man she had kneed in the groin said something, and without warning her arms were suddenly free. Coughing and weak, she tried to catch herself before she hit the pavement but was too late. She landed with a thud, and began to try and crawl out of the group. They laughed at her for a few moments, watching her crawl weekly towards a gap between two men, mocking her and calling her all sorts of despicable names. Cunt. Fuckpig. Cock holster. They used all the right names to turn her on. She kept crawling, even managed to get up on all fours to move more quickly, but her journey was short lived. One of the men suddenly grabbed her shoulders and dragged her forward at tremendous speed away from the group. For an instant Shawna thought he was trying to rescue her, then suddenly the man threw her violently against a set of cement steps. Her tits slammed right into the corner of one of the steps and her knee was ripped open on the pavement. She tried to get up, putting her arms underneath her in an attempt to rise and flee, when out of nowhere came the brick. It slammed into the back of her head with such force and suddenness that her entire world seemed to explode as her head snapped forward and her face slammed into the corner of a cement step. Shawna slumped and lay very still. From there the group had an easy time of it. Shawna was technically conscious, but she had no idea how to control her body. When she tried to move her arms or legs to rise, they responded only sluggishly and seemed to go in directions she hadn’t intended. If she tried to speak her mouth only moved to form random, unintelligible mumbling as blood dripped onto the steps. She stared at the blood for a moment, uncomprehending, not sure if it was from her or someone else. Then they were on her. Someone yanked her dress upwards, ripping it apart as he did so, and without ceremony jammed his cock into her from behind. He laid on top of Shawna and fucked her without mercy, pressing his weight on top of her even as his thrusts shoved her painfully into the cement steps. He finished quickly, grunting as he emptied his seed into her belly. The second one was not long behind him, entering without mercy or warning and slamming into her little body with abandon. Shawna still couldn’t make her body do what it was supposed to do, and could only lay there. It was very quiet in the alley now; only the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the grunts of the men raping her as they took turns. The second man finished and was followed by a third, and then Shawna’s clouded brain couldn’t count anymore. She listened to the sounds of flesh as the men’s bodies slammed against her ass. She listened to the slick wet sounds as their cocks intruded upon her cunt or asshole, never entirely sure which one they were fucking. She felt the sharp sting of the steps grinding into her body with every thrust and the terrible throbbing in her entire head. She saw streams of white goo trailing away from her at the bottom of the small staircase. All these sensations seemed to blur together as one by one the entire group had their way. So fuzzy were Shawna’s senses that she barely even noticed when the last man finished and they left. Some part of her mind was relieved that they hadn’t killed her, but for the most part she couldn’t comprehend what was even going on anymore. She had no conscious knowledge of laying on the back steps of some greasy restaurant in an alley, half naked, bleeding from her face, head, and asshole, with semen running in rivers down her thighs. There was no way to tell how long she lay there, unable to move. Eventually, she knew only darkness. There were a few moments of consciousness after that, but they mixed together in Shawna’s brain. Some fleeting thoughts of a handsome man who held her close came to mind. She had images of a hysterical Korean lady, and could remember her screaming. There were moments where she thought she saw a crowd of people around here. She remembered flashing lights and something on her face that seemed to suffocate her. She remembered white sheets, shiny black shoes, and bright lights. Then she dreamed. Shawna’s next conscious and coherent thought was that she was hungry. She opened her eyes, discovering that such a task was remarkably difficult for some reason, and looked around her. The first thing she saw was the curtain around her hospital bed, with very dim light seeping through it. Her eyes flitted weakly over the room, noting nothing of any real significance until she saw Yuki. There was her friend, curled up in a hospital chair and sleeping soundly, head resting on her arms and looking like a sad little girl. Shawna was heartbroken, knowing that she was the cause of her friend’s distress. She lay silently for a long time, just watching Yuki sleep, as the room gradually got brighter. Shawna wasn’t sure if it was the room actually getting brighter, or just her eyes adjusting to the dim light, until she began to see morning sunlight stretch across the room. It wasn’t long until a bit of light swept across Yuki’s face, and the young woman stirred from her sleep. Her almond eyes went first to Shawna, and they blinked sleepily for a moment until Yuki realized that Shawna was looking back at her. With a gasp she leapt from her chair, almost tumbling to the floor in her excitement, and rushed over to her friend’s side. She began placing those delicious butterfly kisses across Shawna’s face, babbling in Japanese at such a pace that Shawna doubted she was even really saying anything coherent. Finally she slowed down and looked into Shawna’s eyes, speaking in English. "What were you thinking?" she almost sobbed, "I thought you said you wouldn’t do this!" Shawna smiled weakly and sighed. "I’m sorry," she tried to reply. It hurt to talk she discovered, and found that she couldn’t move her jaw. Yuki shushed her and just hugged her for some time, then leaned back and told her everything the doctors had said. Apparently Shawna’s asshole had been pretty badly torn up in the rape, the back of her head required eighteen stitches and her jaw had to be wired shut in order to heal properly. The doctors said she was lucky to have survived the blow to her head. The Japanese girl just held Shawna silently for several long minutes, and neither of them tried to talk. Without a word, Yuki suddenly slid up onto the bed entirely, laying her frame across Shawna’s but being careful not to press down and damage her friend any more. Looking into Shawna’s eyes, she began to slide the slim cotton hospital gown up over her body. The American girl didn’t try say anything through her broken mouth, she just watched curiously and, as each moment went on, with more arousal. Despite this painful situation, despite her damaged body, Yuki still wanted her and Shawna found that she wanted Yuki right now just as much. She reached her hand up weakly to stroke her friend’s face. Yuki smiled genuinely, kissing the palm of Shawna’s hand, then placed it gently on the side of the bed. "Just rest, I’ll look after you," Yuki whispered. With that, she began to kiss across Shawna’s chest very delicately. One hand reached down and began to play with Shawna’s clit. No one ever played with her clit as delicately as Yuki did. Even as much as she’d discovered she liked painful sex, the way Yuki touched her was absolutely astonishing. Without warning, her mouth still kissing Shawna’s chest, Yuki suddenly arched her back and gagged. Shawna started in surprise, then suddenly Yuki gagged a second time and puked right on Shawna’s tits. She moaned at the feel of Yuki’s vomit pooling on her breasts and then starting to run across her chest. Yuki began to lick her own vomit from Shawna’s chest, while still playing with her clit, and it was all just too wonderful. Shawna came in a nice, smooth but heavy orgasm, moaning through her clenched jaw and arching her back slightly. Yuki continued to lick her puke off Shawna’s chest, moving quickly so it didn’t stain the hospital gown. She even puked a little more and Shawna had another small orgasm, enjoying tiny quivering aftershocks as Yuki licked her chest spotlessly clean. Once Shawna’s chest was clean, only then did Yuki let go of the clit she had been playing with, and she scooted up to give her friend a long, lingering kiss. Shawna sighed as she returned the kiss as well as she could, weakly stroking Yuki’s arm. Yuki looked at her and smiled a big grin, as if she was the cat who’d just eaten the bird. "Do you need to pee?" she asked. Shawna smiled and nodded silently, giggling lightly as Yuki began to snake her way down towards the foot of the bed. Yuki placed several strategic kisses across Shawna’s body. Once she was at Shawna’s crotch, she placed her small mouth over her friend’s snatch and began to delicately work her tongue up inside. Shawna moaned and a shiver ran up her spine. She gave her thighs a little squeeze on Yuki’s head as a warning, then let her bladder go. Yuki drank quickly and quietly, swallowing the flow of urine like she was drinking from a fountain. Not a drop escaped her expert lips, and she even began to rub her own pussy as she lapped up Shawna’s pee right from the source. It lasted for almost a full minute, and finally Shawna shuddered one time as she emptied the last bit of urine directly into her beautiful friend’s mouth. Yuki swallowed every drop, smiling at Shawna as she crawled back up to give her friend another kiss. Shawna was exhausted after their little mini-session, and drifted off to sleep as Yuki gently pulled the hospital gown back down over her bruised and luscious body. Some weeks later, Shawna had made a full recovery. To her sadness she didn’t get to see much of Yuki after that first night, her friend had been very busy with work and school. She enjoyed the rest though, and found out halfway through her stay that due to the brutal nature of her rape a group of citizens from the area she’d been found had pitched in to pay her hospital bill. She made a note to go visit each and every one of those people to thank them in person for their generosity. Finally though, Shawna was ready and eager to go back home. She called Yuki to ask for a ride home, wincing as the excitable Japanese girl squealed gleefully over the phone and agreed instantly, then headed out front to wait. There were a good number of hospital staff who were sad to see Shawna go, mostly the male staff. She knew they were all eyeing her, and she would have been quite happy to have given herself to any or all of them under other circumstances. But she was different now, and she knew it. Handsome as some of these men were, they just couldn’t give her what she wanted. They would show her respect and make love to her. They wouldn’t use her, abuse her, or destroy her. They wouldn’t shit in her or puke on her, they wouldn’t violate or break her body. In short, they just couldn’t give her what she had grown to love. Soon enough Yuki pulled up to the hospital in her little green car and came flying out of the driver’s seat almost before she’d come to a full stop. She almost leapt into Shawna’s arms and hugged her so tight the American girl thought she might be put back in the hospital. She was just as happy to see Yuki though, so she hugged right back. After a few moments though she pulled back and looked in Yuki’s eyes. "I have a question," she said between light kisses and flicks of the tongue. "Hmm?" Yuki asked, more interested in tasting the inside of Shawna’s mouth at that particular moment. "How did you puke like that?" Shawna managed to ask. "Can you really do that on command?" Now Yuki was much more interested, and she pulled back to give Shawna the most wicked grin imaginable. Without a word she closed her eyes and leaned forward, placing her mouth firmly against Shawna’s. Out of the corner of her eyes Shawna could see men everywhere gawking in astonishment and unbridled lust as the gorgeous American girl and the stunning Japanese girl locked lips in a tremendous way. What they weren’t aware of though, was Shawna’s great pleasure when, just as she closed her eyes, Yuki vomited a torrent into her mouth. Shawna almost wasn’t able to catch it all the vomit was so powerful, but she pressed her lips tightly against Yuki’s to prevent it from escaping. There they stood, arms around each other, eyes closed, lips locked tightly together as both their mouths were filled with Yuki’s puke. Shawna began to swallow, but it was too much and she vomited her own hospital food. Her cheeks bulged out, as did Yuki’s, then both women began to swallow mightily. Their eyes watered as they forced the vomit back down their throats, and within a minute they were licking each other’s tongues clean of filth, breathing heavily and moaning slightly as they did. Eventually, regretfully, they broke the kiss and looked at each other. Yuki giggled like a school girl. "I have someone I want you to meet," she said without preamble, her grin widening. "He’s got four legs and a cock just itching to fuck." Author: X |
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