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Subject: {ASSM} Snowbound
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Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 18:10:02 -0400
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Snow Bound
 
    Shivering as I push the door  open to the Ladies Room,  The snow 
coating my jacket and hair, from the  short walk from the parking area.  Unzipping 
my coat, as I look at the  stalls and contemplate my next move.  They don't 
look appealing; but at  least they have sit down toilets.  The alternative 
of squatting in the  middle of a blizzard not appealing at all.  The room 
not well heated or  vented as I sniff delicately; but protected from the wind 
and snow and hopefully  this will be a short stop.  That is if we are able 
to pull out back onto  the highway.
    Looking in each of the stalls  and figuring one is no better then the 
others, as I try to arrange toilet tissue  on the cold plastic seats.  
Pulling my tights and thong down as I lift my  skirt and balance barely above the 
toilet paper.  Sighing with relief as  the sound of my piss spraying eases 
the tension in my bladder.  I have been  needing this so bad for the last 
half hour.
    The snow carpeting the highway  much faster then expected.  Exits and 
entrances blocked by stuck vehicles  and snow plows manuvering haphazardly 
around the foolhardy commuters.  Well  at least at this time of night, not a 
lot of people on the road.  Most have  already found shelter and I am hoping 
this small secluded rest stop is not going  to be our night's shelter.  
    Thinking of the block building  rest rooms and the kiosh overhang 
protecting the two vending machines and the  map of the road system.  Not a lot 
of protection from the wind and cold and  snow; but the alternative being 
sitting in the pickup with the heat running and  gas being guzzled by the 
gallon.
    From the looks of it, our choice  for inside is the Ladies Room or the 
Men's Room and I am not very optimistic  that the Men's room is a better 
location.  Squeezing out the last few drops  of moisture and taking paper and 
wiping the warmth of my lips as I stand up and  quickly slide my thong and 
tights up in place.
    Shaking my head at not wearing  jeans and other warmer clothing.  
That's what I get for liking to show off  my long legs.  Skirts don't make it in 
the snow.  The soft leather  boots ending just below my knees at least give 
me some protection.  The  jeans skirt is warm, but that breeze blowing under 
and up my skirt,   shivering as I think of going outside again.
    Trying to run hot water to wash  my hands; but the groaning of the 
pipes are not a cheery sound as I finally get  it so the water isn't freezing.  
Zipping my coat back up and slipping my  gloves back on my hands as I pull 
the door open to face "Old Man  Winter."
    Not seeing Johnny outside  waiting for me, as I look around the 
slightly visible parking lot.  Oh,  Johnny, he is my boy friend.  Did you think a 
woman like me would be out  alone on a night like this.  Walking to the door 
of the Men's Room and  listening for sound.  Then surveying the parking lot 
again and not seeing  anyone else there.  
    Tapping on the door again,  thinking that he better not be dumping, as 
I push the door open  and see  him and another man, and then feeling myself 
grabbed from behind as I scream  loudly.  Trying to fight the arm circling 
my waist as I turn my head to see  a gun looking me in the eye.  My fear, now 
terror as I cut my scream  off.
    The arm releasing me as the door  slams shuts behind me and I feel the 
man behind push me in the back prodding me  further into the restroom.  
Johnny just standing there as the man next to  him exposes a knife.  The 
gleaming of the blade reflecting as he waves me  forward.  Stumbling forward from 
the prod in my back and standing in the  middle of the commercially lit room. 
 The harsh light and whine from the  bulbs the only sounds as I look 
around.  Lips opening and closing; but no  words coming from my mouth as the man 
with the knife steps forward, the other  one now moving to Johnny.  
    Seeing them clearly now and  wishing I wasn't.  The one with the knife 
a swarthy hispanic I think.   Shorter then me; but very stocky and seemingly 
muscular.  The other man  with the gun, a brute of a black man.  Well over 
six feet and wider then a  doorway.  Head shaved and glistening.
    As I look into the man's face,  his hand reaches up and unzips my 
jacket, sliding it down and then with one hand  pushes it down from my shoulders. 
 Feeling my legs trembling as I stand  like a deer caught in the 
headlights.  A jerk of his hand and the coat  sleeves are bunched on my forearms, 
holding them behind my back.
    Eyes going wide as he raises the  knife blade to my eyes.  Seeing it 
catching the gleam of light and hearing  a gasp as the other man punches 
Johnny in the stomach.  My eyes distracted  for a moment and then coming back to 
the thin blade of the knife.  Biting  my lower lip as he turns it sideways 
and rubs it down my chin and neck.  My  body shuddering and feeling the urge 
to pee, as I whimper a soft cry of  terror.  Trying to hold still as I feel 
the blade turn on my chest and it  tracing a line down the middle of my 
torso.
    Not moving other then shaking as  I feel it touch the waistband of my 
skirt and then lower, pressing the folds  against the juncture of my pubes 
and thighs.  Tears welling in my eyes as I  feel a wetness dripping down my 
chest.  The man grabbing the waistband of  my skirt and pulling tight in his 
fingers and feeling it loosen as the knife  slices through the material.  His 
hand releasing and the rag of my skirt  slips over my ass cheeks and 
puddles around my feet.
    The knowledge that I am going to  be raped, burning in my mind as I 
look down and see that my top is sliced from  neck to him.  An irregular line 
of red marking the spots where the knife  was a pressed just a little to 
hard.  The blood oozing from the thin line  the wetness I felt on my chest.
    Closing my eyes as I feel his  hands now gripping the waistband of my 
tights and thong and cutting it with  ease.  Using both hand and pulling to 
rip the clinging material apart to  hang ruined on my upper thighs.
    My face warm as I stand  partially naked in front of the two men and 
Johnny.  A few drop of piss  escape; before I can stop the spasm of fear.  
Hearing the laughter of the  men, as I can almost feel my knees knocking as I 
wait, not sure but dreading  what will happen next.  
    My nipples hardening in the  cooler air, puckering more then they 
usually are my top flaps uselessly,  partially hiding my small breasts.  My 
hairless pubes swollen, and I can  feel moist from my discharge of drops of piss.
    The man moving behind me and  pulling the sleeves of my jacket off of 
my arms.  Freeing them to full  movement as they reach instinctively to pull 
the sides of my top together and  other hand moves to cover my mound.  Such 
a foolish  reaction.
    "Strip."  The harsh word  echoing in the not so pristine men's room.  
Hesitating and then fumbling to  slip my blouse off and then push my tights 
down to my ankles.  "Boots  also."  His words from behind me ending my moment 
of indecision. as I slip  one then the other off and my ruined tights and 
thong.  Standing barefoot  and totally naked my hands trying to shield me 
from the view of the  men.
    Looking to Johnny; but not  hearing a word of protest from him.  My 
hero, my fiancee.  Feeling the  man grab my wrist and pull it behind me, then 
my other one.  The bite of  the plastic tie making me winch in pain as he 
pulls it tight through the  loop.  "Over against the wall bitch."  Shuffling to 
move to where he  has indicated.  
    Watching as the hispanic man  uses his knife to cut off the clothing 
from Johnny.  His hands secured  already behind his back like mine are.  
Seeing his tall gangly stature and  his red hair matching the red in his cheeks 
as he is stripped totally to include  his hiking boots and socks.  His body 
so pale except for the thatch of red  pubic hair, partially covering his limp 
cock.
    "Now, we will be here together  for a few hours, till the roads are in 
better condition.  A few ground  rules.  We tell you to do something, you 
jump to it, no hesitation.   Do you understand?  We will all part happy if you 
do as you are told.   Do you understand?"
    Both of us nodding and  answering, "yes."  Watching as the men go 
through our clothing and taking  Johnny's wallet and emptying it of money and 
charge cards.  The few folded  bills and change the only items in pocket of my 
skirt.  Watching in fear as  the man walks over to where I am standing and 
his hand reaches around behind  me.  His fingers working the engagement ring 
off of my finger as he presses  against me.  Feeling his clothing rubbing 
against my bare skin as I stand  fearfully trembling.  His sneer as he looks 
down at my body and his soft  laugh, making my legs go weak as he walks back 
to his friend, looking at the  ring in his hand.
    Looking down at my hard nipples  and the imperfect red line down the 
middle of my torso.  The bleeding has  stopped and was not very much on second 
inspection.  Just enough to get my  attention.
    Johnny looking miserable as he  stands against the wall of one of the 
stalls.  My ass cheeks rubbing the  coolness of the block wall by the 
entrance.  Wondering how long we will  have to stay in this room.  Not only 
smelling of stale urine; but of the  sweat that is oozing from my pores and the 
fear that I can't hide from  myself.
    So wanting to turn away from  their glances and stares, so needing to 
pee; but not even going to ask them,  maybe able to hold it till they are 
gone.  Pulled out of my private  thoughts as I hear a sound outside.  Looking 
as the men tense and pull  Johnny to a stall to hide him and one behind the 
door as an elderly man walks  into the restroom.  A hand covers his mouth as 
the door slams shut behind  him.  His wide eyed surprise filling his eyes as 
he takes in the man coming  from a stall with his knife and the monster 
black man now gripping his  body.
    Then his eyes shifting to see me  standing against the wall naked.  No 
resistance from the man as he shifts  his eyes back to the man with the 
knife.
    "Quiet, do not scream or yell, I  will gut you like a pig.  Now who is 
out there with you?"  The black  man uncovering the elderly man's mouth.  
    "Just my wife,"  murmuring  the words in a stuttering voice.  "You 
better not be lying to me, I will  cut your fucking balls off."  The black man 
waving his gun at the man as  they use the plastic ties to bind his hands 
behind him.
    Long minutes drag on, till the  woman is speaking outside the door.  
"You okay Gilbert?"  Her words  muffled by the wind and door.  The hispanic 
man whispering in his  ear.  "Yes I am Matilda, come in an keep warm, I will 
just be a  minute."
    The woman waiting for a minute  and then finally pushing the door open 
to see her husband by the sinks and a man  alongside of him.  Stumbling in 
her step as she sees me in the corner and  the black man already has the door 
closed behind her.
    "Welcome missy,"  the laugh  of the knife wielder loud as he pulls 
Johnny out of the stall, naked as a  jaybird.  "Now, lets see what we can do 
with this little group.  First  off lady, I want you to strip your clothes off. 
 Everything."  The  woman open mouthed, as her husband is stripped of his 
clothing with by the keen  blade of the knife.  "Do I have to cut yours off 
also lady or are you going  to take them off?  Look at the lady over there 
and what happened when I cut  her top off."
    The woman seeing me shivering in  the corner, a line of red attesting 
to the sharpness of the blade.  Myself  still amazed at how sharp it must be 
as I didn't feel a thing as it cut through  my clothing and a layer or two 
of flesh.
    The woman slowly taking off her  coat and then unbuttoning her blouse 
and slipping her pants down from her  legs.  Revealing a body that has slowly 
added pounds over the years.   Not fat, but pudgy in spots.  "Continue you 
lady or do you want me to  finish the job."  The woman undoing her bra and 
slipping it from her  shoulders, her round pendulous breasts, sagging a bit 
from the passing  years.  Then watching as she slips her panties down to 
expose her pubic  hair, not quite graying like the hair on her head.  Thighs a 
bit thick as  she flushes deeply, hands trying to hide her breasts and pubic 
area as I tried  earlier.
    The man's hand outstretched and  taking her clothing as she hands all 
of it to him, adding it to the pile of  clothing from the other three 
unclothed persons.  Quickly wrapping a  plastic tie over her wrists behind her.  
Taking the knife and hand gun as  he directs the huge mountain of a black man 
to take the clothing throw it in the  back of their vehicle.
    Trying not to look at the bare  bodies of the others as I stand legs 
pressed together as I so need to pee.   Trying to concentrate and will my 
bladder to subside in its need.
    The wind blowing into the  restroom as the black man returns.  Everyone 
shivering and showing the  effects of the cold on warm skin.  My nipples 
puckering more, thickening  and swelling harder.  The woman also having her 
nipples standing out from  her flesh, that and goosebumps.  Johnny's skin 
looking like a plucked  turkey's.
    "Now, we are going to spend some  time together here folks, and as I 
said earlier, it can be easy if you do what I  tell you, or I can show you 
what happens if you don't comply.  If things go  well, we will leave and you 
will be naked; but alive."
    "You, you and you kneel on the  floor."  Johnny, Gilbert and Matilda 
sitting down against the outside wall  and their ankles being duck taped 
together, one crossed over the other to  prevent them from standing.  "Now you 
honey, what's your name."   Watching him direct with his knife point and 
whispering the word,  "Patrice."
    "Now Patrice, get down on your  knees facing me."  Looking at him for a 
moment and then awkwardly dropping  to my knees, my wrists burning from the 
tight plastic digging into the  flesh.  Looking up at the brown man, my 
eyes following his knife as I  tremble more.  Watching as he moves in front of 
me and uses the side of the  knife against to trace over my cheeks.  Lifting 
my chin with the  point.  Feeling that it has punctured the skin again as a 
drop of  blood or is it sweat, drips onto my left breast.  My lower lip 
quivering as  I wait, feeling the knife blade moving over my small breasts, the 
blade cool as  it touches the hot tissue of my nipples.  Whimpering as I 
hold my breath as  he runs the blade over my stomach, feeling my flesh 
rippling under the skin as  it moves lower to caress the fat tissue of my labia.  
Shifting my legs  apart as I try to allow for more room between my thighs.  
Wondering if he  is going to shove that knife into my pussy.
    And with a moan, my bladder  emptying as the blade slides over my 
pearl.  Not able to control the sudden  release of my piss, unto my lips and 
thighs.  A small puddle forming  between my legs as I kneel in the warm 
moisture.  His nasty laugh as he  leans down, one hand holding my waist and his 
blade, pushing against the round  flesh of my mound.
    As he steps away, I look down  and see the vague lettering of the words 
"toilet slut" marked in thin lines of  red  over my mound.  My whole body 
shaking now.  My lips moving;  but no sound escaping as tears course down my 
cheeks and drip from my  chin.
    "Leave her alone."  The man  Gilbert calling out to the brown man.  
With a sneer of distain as he walks  over to the kneeling threesome.  "She is 
your wife, isn't she."  His  knife point resting on her left breast.  Slowly 
dimpling the flesh and when  he removes it, a droplet of blood oozes from 
the small pinhole cut.  "I  will write all over her instead, if that is what 
you want Mr."
    "No.  No."  Shaking  his head and closing his mouth tight.  Turning 
around and coming back to me  again.  Grabbing my hair and tilting my head 
roughly up to look into his  eyes.  "Now we need to relax honey."  
    His other hand suggestively  rubbing the bulge in his trousers.  Then 
tugging at his belt and fly, and  pushing his trousers and shorts down till 
they hang around his knees.   Looking down and seeing his cock, semi hard.  
The girth of it making me  gasp in surprise and shock.  It looks to be as 
thick as a beer can.  A  bit stumpy, but most like at least six inches long.  
"Lick it bitch."   Pulling my head down to rub his cock against my face.  
Forcing it against  my lips.  Tongue slipping out to touch the warm flesh, 
tasting the urine  and whatever else is coating the thick head, as he pulls back 
the  foreskin.  The smell already telling me his hygiene is poor.
    A soft whimper as he tugs on my  hair again, pressing his thick shaft 
against my lips, stretching them till his  blunt head pops into my mouth.  My 
jaw aching as it fill my mouth and  bulges my cheek.  Eyes watering again 
as the blunt head pushes against the  back of my mouth.  Feeling the gland 
against my throat as he pulls my head  hard into his groin.  My nose 
flattening against the wiry hairs of his  pubes.  Gagging as I try to breathe through 
my nostrils as he buries my  face in his body.  My hands struggling behind 
me to be free.  Helpless  in his grasp as he fucks into my mouth with head 
wrenching strokes.  My  saliva splattering against our bodies as he savages 
skull fucks my head.   Using it as a cunt as he pounds away at my mouth and 
throat.  Snob and  tears merging with sweat and saliva as he continues to 
stretch my lips and jaw  and then his thick girth blocking my airway. 
    My body shuddering as I struggle  for oxygen.  Eyes rolling in my head 
as my head feels like a balloon as my  blood is starved for air.  Choking 
and sputtering as I take a thick glob of  his cum directly into my throat.  
Then another as I feel the shaft expand  more and puke out more of his scum.  
Then choking and gagging as he pulls  free and splatters his thick goo 
against my face and hair.  Coating it with  long string strands of creme.  
    My lungs burning as I draw in  precious oxygen.  Weaving on my knees 
light headed, as he wips and squeezes  the last of his sperm against my lips 
and cheeks.  Looking over at the  threesome for a brief second, taking in 
their reaction.  
    Then feeling the brown man step  away and feeling myself dragged to 
away from the puddle I am kneeling in.   The black man behind me and pushing my 
legs apart.  Feeling the thick  bulbous head of his cock nudge between my 
thighs from behind and push at the  warm fleshy lips of my cunt.  Leaning 
forward as he bends me over and  shoves his hips against my ass cheeks.  The 
loud smack of flesh meeting,  and drawing a grunt from me as my body jerks 
forward and my head bumps against  the floor.  
    Not having seen that cock; but  knowing it has to be longer then his 
partners.  The blunt tip, grinding  against my womb, my cervix and forcing the 
opening.  Moaning as he fills my  cunt and stretches my walls.  And then 
finding myself amazed at how it was  not a dry penetration, as I can hear his 
cock wetly sinking and pulling from my  cunt in long strokes.  Again and 
again his flesh pounding into my  body.
    His strokes pulling moans from  my body as I feel my walls clenching at 
his cock, milking it with my walls as I  consciously kegel on his long 
thick organ.  Gurgling as I feel my cunt  spasming, and then again.   A long 
hard contraction, lasting long  seconds as I cum on his black cock.
    Looking up and over at my fellow  captives.  Amazed as I look at their 
faces, my own burning with shame and  humiliation as my cunt works his hard 
cock.  More amazed as I look at the  kneeling men and seeing their cocks 
hard and swaying.  Johnny's cock  nothing special, maybe six seven inches long 
and normally thick.  The other  man in his sixties, maybe seventies, and he 
has this cock swollen and hard,  thrusting from his groin.  A heavy set of 
balls dangling beneath his  body.  The woman looking in horror at me and 
seeing her husband and  Johnny's cock hard from watching me skull fucked and 
raped.  The fucking  bastards, as I rock with each stroke and finally feel him 
pulling me tight to  his body and feeling his cock swelling in my cunt.  His 
sperm seeding my  womb, coating my walls with the creamy semen.  
    The laugher of the brown man  attracting my attention as he points at 
the hard cocks thrusting in front of  Gilbert and Johnny.  Cracking up as he 
doubles over.  The black man  pulling out of my cunt finally.  A loud 
suction as the thick knob pops  free.  Feeling a flow of cum slipping from my cunt 
as I lay bend forward,  head supporting my body, as I rock side to side on 
my knees.  The black man  raising my head and wiping his oozing cum on my 
lips and face.  Then  releasing it as I lower slowly to the floor.  My thighs 
tense as I struggle  up to an upright kneeling position.
    "Don't say I am not a kind  person Johnny boy.  Now you see just how 
good your fiancee is at blow jobs  and bitch fucking.  Oh, she wasn't a virgin 
was she?  Naw, and old  bitch like this can't fucking possibly be a virgin. 
 Not the way she sucks  or fucks a cock with that cunt of hers.  
    "She felt like a whore to me,  the way her cheeks sucked my cock and 
took it down her throat.  And the way  she came on my buddy here and milked 
his cock.  Oh, she is a professional I  think.  Now that you know how to fuck 
her, I see she has excited you and  you can try it out."
    Reaching down and cutting the  tape on his ankles. " Now get back there 
and fuck that bitch."  She is  yours now.  Dragging him to a position 
behind me.  His knife splitting  my wrist tie, nicking the skin a little.
    Protesting as Johnny doesn't  even hesitate, but shoves behind me and 
forces his cock into my slick and well  fucked cunt.  His body leaning into 
mine as I now brace with my hands as he  rocks on his knees and fucks easily 
into my slippery hole.  My cunt working  his cock, kegeling as he fucks 
quickly into my pussy and erupts in a hard jet of  cum.  Adding to the coating 
of my cunt walls.  His cum mixing with the  seed of the black man.  Feeling 
him holding his cock deep against me and  his jerks as he emptys his cum 
inside of me.
    Tears of shame, sliding down my  cheeks as I openly weep with shame 
again and angry that he would so willingly  fuck me like the other rapist.  My 
hard nipples dragging on the floor and  in spite of being raped, I can feel 
the exquisite sensations in waves of  pleasure, filling my core with warmth. 
 Whimpering as I rest my head on my  hands and tremble, ass bobbing as I 
cry into my hands.
    "Next."  Lifting my head  and looking at Gilbert.   His cock hard and 
sticking out from his  body.  "No, you can't fuck that woman."  Matilda 
pleading with her  husband.  "How can you be excited by watching that slut being 
raped."   Looking at her now as I hear her call me a slut.   My lips dry.   
Pissed at the woman now.  "Yeah, come here Gilbert, stick it in my wet  
hole, probably the only wet one you will ever get."  Regretting the words  as 
soon as I said it; but the old bitch did piss me off.
    "Get up and fuck her old  man.  I will give you a choice, you fuck that 
whore or you fuck your wife  for us.  It will give me a good laugh either 
way."  Gilbert, standing  up and kneeling behind me.  Felling him moving 
between my legs and his hard  cock finally finding the swollen lips of my 
bruised cunt.  Grunting loudly  as he shoves it in full length.  My slick walls 
taking him easily.   Looking at his wife, as she glares back at me, and 
grinding back into his  thrusts.  Feeling his cock moving in and out of my cunt 
with a wet suction,  as I kegel long and hard on his cock, hearing his 
surprise and faking an orgasm  in a moment of spite, as he empties his heavy ball 
sack into my leaking  cunt.  A long sigh, of pleasure, relief or whatever as 
he shoots his load  in my well used hole.  
    Struggling to his feet, looking  around and seeing his cock limp now.  
Slick with his seed and my juices and  the other's men semen.  "Go over and 
let your wife clean your cock off old  man."  The woman shaking her head 
"no."
    "Lady, if you don't suck his  cock clean, I will have you suck my cock, 
is that what you want, and maybe let  Johnny here have a clean up from you 
also."  The old woman, licking at his  cock if she never had done it before. 
 Gagging and gargling as she licked  over and around his cock.  Tasting the 
mixed cums and my cunt on  it.
    "Arms behind your back again  bitch."  Wearily putting my arms behind 
me and feeling the cruel bit of a  plastic tie on my wrists.  
    Looking as he pulls his semihard  cock from his pants again.  His cock 
nuzzling my lips and his heavy nut  rubbing my chin as he has me licking and 
sucking his cock.  Not getting  much of a rise from it and hearing his 
frustration.
    "Well whore, if you can't get it  hard, I know a way to do it."   
Hitting my head and feeling giddy as I  land on my back from a well placed foot 
in my stomach.  Laying on my back  splayed out, feeling the tiles sticky and 
cool on my back.  My thighs and  cunt sticky with the slow ooze of seed from 
my cunt.  Looking up at the man  as he leaves his cock hanging obscenely 
from his fly.  
    His hand undoing his belt and  slipping it from his trousers.  The 
thick leather  being doubled up in  his fist, as he leans over and slaps the 
worn leather against my stomach.   Screaming in pain and surprise.  Then 
another across my stomach.   Feeling the burning bite of each stroke.  Red welts 
rising from soft white  flesh, as I writh, arms tied behind me on the floor.  
The strokes striping  my belly and then my breasts.  Some blows stings my 
nipples and breasts,  just touching them and others slamming hard into the 
small mounds with a loud  explosion of sound.  My screams, becoming louder and 
more frantic as he  works the leather over my thighs and then slaps it 
against my swollen pubes. 
    My cunt lips already bruising  from the hard fucking of the black man, 
now the rough leather abrading the fat  ridges of cunt lips and wetly 
slapping directly into my cunt lips.  The  leather of the belt wet with the ooze 
of juices.  Finally not able to  writhe anymore, laying open and exposed as 
the belt criss crosses over the  helplessly exposed tissue.
    Body jerking upwards with each  blow.  Reflectively responding as I lay 
drooling on my back.  Eyes  glazed and open wide.  Chest heaving as a low 
whimper issues from my parted  lips.
    My eyes refocusing and seeing  the brown man standing above me.  His 
thick beer can cock, sticking  straight from his trousers.  Leaning down and 
pulling me up to my knees and  then bending me over in a half kneeling 
position, as he works over my ass cheeks  and the backs of my thighs with the 
thick leather.  Slapping it up between  my legs, my body squirming and being 
supported by his one hand as he turns the  belt and saws it through my cunt 
lips.  Pulling my hair back, eyes wide as  my scalp stretches.  My nipples 
aching with the pain of the welts and the  pleasure of the pain.  
    Feeling the seconds seeming like  long minutes as he hold me bent back, 
the belt biting into the raw flesh of my  cunt.  My eyes looking in a 
glazed stare at the faces of the two men and  woman.  Panting and hissing my my 
cunt spasm on the edge of the belt as it  rubs against my pearl.........A 
long loud moan of release, as my body shudders  with sensations.
    A sheen of sweat coating my  body, as I shiver and quiver.  A long sigh 
as he releases my hair and my  head drops forward.  His hand steadying me 
again, as I feel his thick cock,  now pushing from behind against my bruised 
cunt lips.  
    Eyes again going wide as the  girth of his cock stretches the opening 
of my swollen cunt.  Filling   my insides and stretching them more then I 
have ever felt in my life.  My  whole body shaking as I feel the walls 
expanded, seeming to displace others of  my organs.  Drool slipping from my slack 
lips as I wait to feel the wetness  of blood from my cunt being split open.
    Wanting to protest as he takes  short choppy strokes surely rub the 
skin from my walls.  Not even able to  muster the strength to kegel on his 
cock.  Just feeling the uncomfortable  fullness.  Wondering what will happen 
when he comes inside of me.  My  mind fuzzy, thinking it can't expand anymore 
as I move with him as one body,  with a thick plug uniting us as one.  His 
cock good and hard and lasting  for long minutes as we rock back and forth.  
Finally feeling him jerk hard  against me and knowing he is seeding me, as I 
shudder with his release.  A  loud wet sound as his cock pulls out of my 
cunt.  Feeling my hole gaped and  leaking as he stands up and leaves me 
kneeling quivering and rocking side to  side.
    Nothing form the others as I  look up, my hair hanging in long damp 
strands around my face.  My eye  shadow and liner streaks of purple on my 
cheeks, mixing with the tears and  whatever else.  My whole body burning and 
aching bruised and cramping as I  wobbly on my knees.
    Not able to muster any more fear  as I see the black man approaching 
with a long thick hard on in his hand.   Rubbing it as he uses my mouth for a 
minute or so and then kneels behind  me.
    Not caring at this point.   What more can they do to me?  Feeling his 
cock slip into my sore cunt and  his strokes moving in and out, not even 
trying to fuck his cock now, letting him  have my cunt and hoping he will be 
done quickly.  
    Then feeling him pull out of my  cunt as he grasps my hips, his thick 
thumbs digging into my ass cheeks and  separating them as he leans over and 
release a thick glob of spit at the top of  my ass crack.  The thick spittle 
flowing down to my wrinkly rose and  pooling around and in it and then 
flowing to my pussy slit.
    My mind slowl and only realizing  what is going to happen, moments 
after his thick thumb pushes into my ass.   "Ahhhhhghhhh."  as his thumb screws 
itself deeper into my ass.  Then  feeling it pull out as he bend me over 
more and raised and shoves his cock into  the small dark hole.   
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhhh."  My scream of pain  echoing from the 
ceiling and walls.  Eyes going wide and spittle flying  across the floor with 
the scream. 
    His cock quickly filling the  walls of my colon, delving deep into my 
ass.  Then feeling him pull back  till just the head is in my sphincter.  His 
cock jammed in hard again, his  wiry hair scratching my ass cheeks and 
tickling as he bottoms his cock in my ass  and his balls slapping against my 
bruised cunt lips.  Long hard strokes of  agony as his cock drills again and 
again into my body.  The spittle drying  up and his cock rubbing against the 
ring with little lubrication.  
    My ass burning as he fucks me  long and hard.  His long arms reaching 
around and grabbing my concial  breasts.  Squeezing and pinching nipple and 
breast flesh.    Mashing the already aching and sore flesh, crushing the 
tissue on itself, as I  my legs shake under his weight.
    Finally feeling my his cock  swelling inside of me.  I can swear I can 
feel the head flaring and each  spurt of his seed deep in my bowels.  
Panting hard as I try not to cry  out.  Nostrils flaring and my face burning as he 
fills my ass with his  seed.
    Thankful as he lays across my  back as a dog would his bitch.  Then 
eyes going wide and screaming as  loudly again, as I try to escape his cock.  
The others not knowing what is  the cause of this sudden scream of pain and 
fear and humiliation.  
    My bowels swelling with a glut  of moisture as he urinates inside my 
bowels.  Giving me a piss enema.   Feeling my stomach distending against my 
flesh.  Eyes rolling in my head as  I bite my lower lip drawing blood.  
Writhing in pain and discomfort as he  fills me with his long thick nozzle.
    Hearing the gurgle of his piss  in my body in my mind's ear, as he 
presses his hands against my stomach.  
    Leaning into my ear  whispering,  "you hold it girl, when I pull out.  
You get that pissy  shit all over me and I will beat you into a bloody mess. 
 Nodding my head  as I feel him ease up, and pull back.  My ruined thong 
wadded in his hand  and circling his cock as he pulls frees and shoves it 
quickly into my ass  hole.  Plugging my gaped ass for a moment, as he laughing 
stands up and  moves aside.
    The plug only holding for a few  seconds as he reaches under me and 
presses on my swollen stomach.  A flood  of dark brown moisture welling in a 
stream out of my ass and coating my legs and  ass and lower body with the 
discharge of the enema.  
    My face burning with  embarrassment as I kneel in a puddle of my liquid 
soil.  The black man  careful raising my face to look up at him, then 
moving his cock to my mouth and  shoving the encrusted head and shaft into my 
sore lips.  Wrinkling my nose  and feeling my stomach roiling as I suck and 
lick at his cock and the coating of  shit and piss and semen and my juices.
    Eyes shut tight as I kneel  trembling, my stomach still rumbling and 
more discharge leaking from my cunt and  ass.  Feeling a hand on my hair, as I 
am half dragged and half knee walking  to the wall with the urinals. 
    Feeling a plastic tie being  placed tight around my neck and then 
another slipped through the tie to a pipe  on the flush pipe of the urinal.  
Making a point of washing his hands twice  with lots of soap and water.
    "Okay, we are going to be going  soon.  Do any of you need to piss 
before we leave, or you can do it on the  floor where you kneel."  All three 
voicing the need to go.  "One at a  time."  Undoing Johnny's feet and standing 
him up.  Walking him to the  urinal that I am attached to and feeling the 
splash of drops of piss as he vents  his load of moisture into the porcelain 
bowl. 
    "Now let sweet Patrice clean it  Johnny boy."  Looking  up at him as he 
turns to my face and pushes his  cock to my face.  My tongue and lips 
obediently licking and sucking at his  cock head.  Tasting the last few drops of 
his piss slipping from the small  slit.
    A repeat with Gilbert, he also  not protesting, and neither am I.  
Totally broken and just kneeling against  the urinal.  Cheek jammed against the 
coolness.  The fetid scent of  stale piss and other scents now filling the 
restroom.
    "Your turn Miss Matilda."   The woman walking towards a stall, and 
being pulled back by her arm.   "No.  No.  In the urinal missy."  The woman 
walking over to the  urinal and facing it, looking down, not seeming to know how 
to piss when not  sitting down.
    Then turning to me as I look at  her.  Seeing a smile on her face.  
"You are one nasty fucking  whore.  You seduced my husband and your boyfriend 
and probably these other  men with your slutty disposition.  Now I am going 
to give you what you  deserve."
    The woman spreading her legs  apart, her cunt lips spreading a little 
bit and then feeling the warm wet touch  of her piss on my face and hair.  
The stream strong for a few moments.Then  feeling her stopping and looking at 
her.  "Open your mouth you fucking  bitch."  Waiting for a few seconds, then 
the old woman turning to the brown  man.  "Tell her to open her mouth."
    "You heard her whore, open your  mouth."  The knife visible as he 
starts over to me.  My lips parting  and the woman parting her legs and releasing 
with an audible groan of  relief.  Her acrid piss filling my mouth and 
coating my body as she  purposely spray all of me with her distain.
    "Now lick it, bitch."  The  woman thrusting her pussy against my face 
and wiping her piss and cunt all over  my face.  Her laugh filing my ears as 
she walks back to kneel down with the  men.
    "Not so fast momma."   Pushing her head against the wall as she stands 
and forcing his semihard cock  between her legs.  Hearing the gasp of pain 
and surprise as he forces it  into her cunt.  The black man slapping down her 
husband as she is fucked  hard and good, her cunt accepting the cock with 
lots of moaning and  groaning.
    Then pulling out of her and  leading her back over to me as I slowly 
breathe in the tight collar of  plastic.  Licking at the sperm seeping from 
her cunt as she spreads her  cunt for my tongue.  Seeing the tears on her 
cheeks where she must have  been crying from the hard fuck.
    Watching as each person is now  sat on the floor and plastic tied to a 
piece of plumbing, legs secured  tight.
    "You good people, we are leaving  momentarily and you have survived; 
but still I have a parting gift for our guess  of honor, sweet Patrice.  
Walking to me and crouching down, using the knife  blade to work the letters  C U 
on one breast and N T on the others.   Feeling the prick of the knife blade 
this time.  Holding my breath.   Then feeling him turn me around and 
finding later, that he has cut the letters W  H on one ass cheek and O R E on the 
other.
    "Now she is ready to be your  wife Johnny; but I don't think you will 
have her after this.  His fingers  pinching my mouth and as it opens dropping 
a glob of spit on my tongue.   Gulping as I swallow it, then feeling 
another glob of spit smack on my face and  run slowly dowm to hang like a string 
on my chin...............
    The cold of the door opening  giving me goose bumps as I shiver and lay 
leaking, against a urinal.........and  in spite of all the indignities, 
feeling my cunt weeping my own special juice as  I watch them walk into the 
still swirling snow.........
    
    
    
    
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