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Okay, so I’m fucking weird, what’s new? My name is Sarah and I just turned eighteen three weeks ago. I’ve been having sex since I was first molested many years ago and I’ve never really liked it. I’ve tried and I don’t think it has anything in particular to do with anything in my past, I just don’t like it. No guy has ever been able to make my head spin, light my fire, or make my world explode. I prefer to just masturbate to my own fantasies.

I was about to come to the conclusion that I was just a frigid bitch, but then something really unique happened. I always knew I seemed to enjoy guys more when they were assertive, but what I’m about to try is so bizarre, it’s beyond words. But just thinking about going through with it has me wetter than I ever get during actual sex.

It started about a month ago, I had been at a skating party for a friends’ birthday. I hung around until it was over because I know the owners of the rink. I was headed for my car in the all-but-deserted parking lot when I heard a muffled cry. At first it sounded like a dog whimpering that might have been hit by a car, so I started looking around. Instead, I found myself staring at the most awful scene. I had walked into a girl being assaulted by two men. I’m pretty petite and had on heels, so I certainly didn’t want to take a chance on calling out for them to stop or I might have been seriously hurt myself. So, I did as my father had taught me. I hid in the bushes next to the lot, took out my cell phone, and called the cops. I told the operator what was going on but that I was afraid to keep talking. After I hung up, I was too scared to move, fearing that the second guy might see me and come after me.

I hunkered down wishing that I could do more, but there simply wasn’t anything a girl my size could do. I decided to watch for details so I could help send the guys to jail. That turned out to be the most eye-opening event of my life.

The guy holding the girl was ripping her clothes from her body. She was trying to scream, but they had tied something around her mouth to muffle her screams. The man threw her over the hood of a car and I could see she had fairly large tits that were about to fall out of the bra she was wearing. I couldn’t see her face, but his eyes were wide and filled with the excitement of forcing the girl to fight him. I wasn’t sure if it was the sex the men were after, or the thrill of the chase. They were treating this poor girl like a piece of meat, not giving a damn about whether they hurt her or not, just satisfying themselves. Then as she was held down on the hood of the car, a knife was produced and her bra was cut off from the center. When her boobs spilled out to their natural form, I felt my clit tingling. At first, I was ashamed of myself for even being able to think sexual thoughts in a situation like this. But when I saw her panties being rudely ripped down and off her legs, the tingling occurred again.

Now I was mesmerized as the two hulking men teased and taunted her. They called her names and belittled her body. I thought she had a great body and felt even more sorry for her. Watching her tits spill around her chest, and catching glimpses of her face, I found myself getting rather aroused. I knew the cops would be here any moment, so I really didn’t think they would even have time to rape her. I couldn’t take my eyes off this scene unfolding before me. I watched as the main man leaned over and bit at her nipple. Watching him do that, made my own nipples twitch. But it became a very different scene when I saw her back arch upward.

Then it occurred to me, something was very wrong here. I saw the girl fighting back and trying to strike her assailants, making her tits bounce even more wildly and I felt myself getting rather wet. I couldn’t believe this was turning me own. Watching the second guy jump in and hold her wrists to the hood of the car made me more excited and I wondered what it would feel like to be her. When I saw the man between her legs opening his pants, I almost wanted the cops to take their time. I’ll never forget the look those two men had in their eyes. They were on fire in their pursuit of their conquest.

And then, I could hear the siren far off in the distance. I thought, what perfect timing. I’ll get to see one quick shot at her final torment, and then she’ll be saved. But that didn’t happen. The men heard the siren too, stood up to see where it was coming from, and then all three of them hurriedly gathered the clothes and jumped into the car she had been held against. It had all been just a wild sex game. Now I immediately wished I never called the cops. I certainly didn’t want the embarrassment of having to tell the cops about what had really been going on, or why I had been watching so closely, so I hopped in my car and took off as well.

I sped all the way home, thinking all the time about what I had seen. I knew what I was going to do when I got there, and to my surprise, I wasn’t even going to have to be quiet. All the lights were off and I remembered that my parents had gone out for the evening. I nearly ran into the house, threw my purse on a chair, and headed for the basement. I ran to the old toy closet, went in and shut the door tight. It was beyond dark, and so quiet I could hear my heart beating.

This was my “secret” spot. I had been molested in this very spot when I was ten and after I started masturbating I found coming to this spot made me have the only real orgasms I ever had. Just as when I was younger, I pushed my shorts and panties to the floor, and lifted my shirt over my arms, but still hanging from my neck. I started frigging myself frantically, remembering all the details I had just witnessed. The way her boobs spilled from her bra as it had been cut away made me quiver like crazy. As I worked my own pussy over hard and fast, I thought what it must have been like for her and what it must have felt like getting raped. I groped my own tits, wishing that I had the boobs of the other girl. Instead, I had very small tits, conical and taut like a girl thirteen or fourteen years old. But I loved the way my nipples reacted so easily to my touch. I went between my tits and my lips like a crazy woman. I heard myself moaning and was glad the house was all mine. I let loose and moaned like I was the only person in the world.

I found myself grunting and moaning like I never had before, on my tip toes and pushing back hard against the wall. I was quivering and shuddering so hard I kept falling flat foot and would struggle to curl my toes to get back on my toes. I couldn’t believe the scream I let out as I had the most massive orgasm of my life. I was totally out of breath and slid my bare ass down along the wall until I was on the floor, in the dark and total quiet. That’s when I started formulating my plan.

As I twisted my fingers in my pubic hair, making sure not to touch my engorged clitoris or lips, I started to dream about what getting raped is really like - especially if it was planned and not real. I crunched my hair in my fingers and decided I was going to shave myself bald as a baby. It was the first thing to come to mind for my plan. Twenty minutes later I found myself in the bathroom, shaving my pussy bare in preparation of taking a shower.

That brings me to where I am now, a quivering mess of frightened girl-meat. That’s right, girl-meat. To follow through with what I had been setting up for the last month, I had to think of myself as meat… for a man to use. I had set myself up to get raped, by an almost complete stranger. But I was in for a couple of surprises myself.

I had gone online looking for guys in my area for a week before finding the right guy. I was pretending to be another girl, and was looking for a way to get even with a supposed rival that had fucked my boyfriend. I found a guy that was intrigued with my story and when I gave him the details, he became even more interested. I told him I had some pictures of the girl (in reality me) stealing money from the store she worked at. I told him I wanted to work out the details first, and then I’d give him copies of the pictures to give the girl when her torment was over. That way she wouldn’t be able to say a thing without going to jail herself. The main point was that he wasn’t to really hurt the girl so she would want to go to the cops anyway. He liked the idea immensely. As a tease, I told him how to see the girl (me) from a distance making a bank drop to show him just how incriminating the pictures would be. After he did that he went off about how cute he thought I looked. His compliments made me even more desirous of handing myself over to him.

It took a lot of convincing and a lot of online conversations, but I got the guy, Gregg, to commit to doing the deed. I couldn’t tell him outright to rape the girl, he would have run off. I alluded to the fact that she was always worried about getting raped and that that would serve her right for fucking my boyfriend. He told me a little about what he planned for the girl and then I told him when and where he could find her (me). It was Friday night and as warm as you would ever want. I wore old clothes, but very hot stuff, and took along an extra set of everything, just in case. I parked my car at the edge of a park just before sunset. I hid my keys so they wouldn’t be stolen, took one last deep breath and headed trembling into the woods.

I knew roughly where the guy would be hiding, so when I got close I started calling out the name of the fictional boyfriend I was there to screw. I sat down on a picnic table and realized just how abandoned the park was at this time of day. I was so skittish that I almost ran for my car at every slight movement around me. And then I saw my conquest. The man was about the right height, the right build, but was closer to thirty-five than the twenty-two he had claimed to be. He sauntered over to me, so I wondered if he was the right guy.

“Hey little lady, what are you doing out here all by yourself at this time of night?”

I answered, “I’m meeting my boyfriend.’

He smirked a little and said, “That must be the guy on that other bench back there,” and pointed behind him. The man was a lot older than I expected, and a bit gruffer than I wanted, but if he was my man, I was going for his trap. I thanked him for telling me that, cursed the dumbness of the boyfriend to have gone to the wrong bench, and asked him again in what direction. He offered to walk me there and I thanked him again. By the way he was looking around the whole area, I knew it was him. I started to mentally prepare myself for when he would grab me.

But when we rounded the bushes, there was indeed another guy sitting on another bench. I immediately figured I had the wrong man and told him I could manage on my own. The closer I got to the man I saw he fit the build much more nicely. He had to be my attacker. I decided to walk up to him and pretend I was looking for my boyfriend, but just before I got to him I realized the older guy was still behind me. I just started to turn as I felt a thick piece of cloth come over my head and get yanked into my mouth. The guy in front of me ran to help the older man, held my hands and tried to control my feet with his own. I was already in over my head and my fear needn’t be faked. The guy behind me lifted me by my arms when the gag was secured, and then the one in front of me grabbed my legs.
I twisted and squirmed to get away from their grasps, but I could’ve been overpowered by one of them, so I stood no chance of getting away. They were carrying me to a more secure spot obviously so they could both rape me. I was plopped onto the ground and held down by one of them as the other showed me the pictures in the dimness of the park’s lights. He explained that if I was a good girl, after they had their way with me, I would be let go since they knew I didn’t want to go to jail.

I continued to struggle against them as I felt my shorts getting yanked off me. My legs flailed in every direction until the younger man got between them to control me. The older man was now holding my arms over my head with one hand and grabbing my halter top in the other. He ripped it up and over my head, exposing my small tits. I had decided not to wear a bra just in case I needed to give “Gregg” more incentive. The two of them were groping away at me and in my mind I started to make a strange shift. I was still being attacked in one way, but I was gliding my mind towards the event I had designed. The hand going inside my panties in such a course manner felt so oddly erotic when I slammed my legs as close as my attackers’ would allow, and twisted my body to make it harder for him to get to my lips. The man exclaimed excitedly to his friend that I was bald as a baby between my legs. I groaned into my gag as I felt his fingers hit my sweet spot and began twisting around while feeling his way into me.

The man wrestling with my hands was twisting at my tits and nipples like I was a cow getting milked. Again, in one way it hurt, but in another way it was a wonderful feeling being lusted after to such an extent that these men would take the risk of raping me. I had to spread my legs slightly to accommodate the fingers stabbing into me. And I twisted my upper torso trying to get away from the extremely rough groping my chest was going through. I was just getting to the point of being able to deal with the sexual lewdness I had invited upon myself, when I got my second big surprise.

The older man had unzipped his pants and had the thickest, hardest erection I had ever seen, and it was just inches from my eyes. I had never given this much thought because when you think rape, you thing pussy. I didn’t like giving any of my past boyfriends head and I certainly didn’t want to do it for a stranger. But as he leaned in towards my lips with his cock, he pushed my gag away and inserted two fingers into my mouth to open it for him. I thrashed my head from side to side until the guy between my legs pinched my inner thigh really hard. It was demanded that I suck his cock and I started crying from the pain of the pinching. I finally agreed to do it, and the tip of his cock went right to my lips. My arms were sat on by the guy wanting the blowjob and he leaned over me to push it in deeper.

I couldn’t stop crying as the men did whatever they wanted to me. I had become that piece of meat that I had sought to be. But as much as I was fighting to get them off and out of me, I was getting the strangest feeling I ever had in my insides. Just them I felt the fingers yank out of me and I knew it was time for the real thing. As I was trying to deal with this amazingly huge cock jabbing at my mouth, my legs were being spread even further so the guy could start his actual fucking of me. His actions were very brutish and rough, but thank god he wasn’t as big as the guy in my mouth.

The next thing I knew, my legs were being hoisted over my head. The older man seemed astonished at my baldness, wet with my own fluids, glistening in the dim light. I was exposed so openly for the assault on my cunt that every time the man thrust into me, he seemed to bottom out. Something inside me was pushing back to meet the tip of his cock on each one of those thrusts. At first it hurt, but then it suddenly started hurting sooo good. I was grinding my hips up at him, but not to get him off of me. While the old pervert was kneading my boobs and nipples like bread dough, I was forcefully bucking up into the guy that was trying to fuck me into pain. It wasn’t working!

I got a slap across the face. I had lost control of my jaw and was evidently rubbing my teeth across the cock in my mouth. That’s something most girls learn not to do before they ever have a prick in their mouths. But since I went into autopilot on the man’s blowjob, clenching my teeth seemed to coincide with the thrashing of my pelvis. I got another slap and realized I couldn’t do both at the same time. I opened my mouth and twisted away from the man’s cock and blurted out, “No, I can’t do you both. Wait your turn.”

I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but I knew it had something to do with me being a wild bitch. He stopped trying to put his cock in my mouth, and his friend was fucking the shit out of me every bit as hard as I was fucking him. The older guy said something about just sitting on his hands, so to pacify him I reached over my head, grabbed his hands and placed them back on my boobs. It worked and shut him up.

I went back to aggravating my rapist to spur him on, and twisted almost onto my side. Every time he got into me comfortably I would jerk away or twist my body so he would be forced to correct my position. And then I started screaming. The old guy covered my mouth with his hands to quiet me, but I was out of my mind with a gut wrenching orgasm that didn’t seem to subside. I crunched my tits in my own hands to feel more like the meat I wanted to be. As my orgasm finally ended, I realized I was holding my rapist off the ground a good foot as he unloaded himself into me.

All I had to do was see the man’s face hovering over my head to know how left out he felt. I yanked my mouth away from the hands that had been muffling my screaming and said, “I suppose you want your turn now,” in the most sarcastic voice I could muster. “Just get it over with.”

While the men sought to change places, they held me down with their hands. But when the old guy got between my legs, he decided he wanted something different from me. He grabbed my legs and twisted them until I was forced to roll over. He forced them apart, but I snapped them back together. I felt and heard a tremendous slap across my ass and felt my legs being pried wide open again. I felt my pelvis being hoisted into position for him, and then I was skewered so fast that all I could do was cry out. I started crying again from the girth that had just tore into me.

The other man brought my panties over to my face and forced me to open my mouth. He stuffed them into my mouth and held them in place as he threatened to beat me if I dropped them or spit them out. As nasty as it was, they gave me something to bite down on. Then I felt myself being brought into the air. I saw he was carrying me, still attached by our sex organs, towards the picnic table a few yards away. As he walked, I was bouncing down onto his swelled cock and crying out with the pain it caused me.

When he reached the table, he dropped my top half onto it and ground my body into the top, mashing my tits into the wood planks. He bucked his hips continuously, but wasn’t getting much of a fucking motion going. I felt welded to his cock because of it’s’ size, and I was just too small to allow me to fall away from his cock even when all my weight was suspended from it. The front of my thighs were getting beaten up on the edge of the table as his thrusting became even harder. I was so high in the air that my feet weren’t even able to touch the ground. They lashed wildly about as my body was jerked all around.

I felt my body fighting back by producing another orgasm. I needed more stimulation and less pain, so I grabbed one of his hands off my hip and tucked it under my chest to grab my tit. As he started to roughly twist and pinch at it, I moaned a hideous wail to show my approval. And then as my next orgasm got closer, I slammed my hands onto the table top and lifted myself into the air so that I could plunge back against the massive cock in me. The panties trying to gag me weren’t working well at all, so the other guy came back and held one palm over my mouth, and pressed his other hand on the back of my head so I couldn’t twist away from him. It was extremely hard to get enough air through my nose. I remember it flaring grossly to breathe hard enough.

I heard my new rapist squealing in delight over cumming in me. I couldn’t feel a thing of it; I was working towards my own end. And then the men did the cruelest thing yet to me. My attacker dropped my body, and since his cock started to instantly shrink, I fell onto the edge of the table since it was no longer bonding us together.

“No, no, no. Pleaseeee,” I begged. They probably had no idea why I was pleading with them as they threw the pictures at me and started walking away hurriedly. I couldn’t believe he was just leaving me without making me climax first. I watched them walking away and brought both of my hands to my cunt to try to finish the job. There I was, such a pathetic sight, sitting on top of the picnic table in near darkness. I had both legs spread wide and was fisting my own pussy as hard as I could. I left my own panties in my mouth to bite down on, and went nuts on my clit while reliving the moments just passed. Finally I was rewarded with a second shattering orgasm that made me crunch my body in half as I stuck all the fingers on one hand into me and twisted them all about.

I was spent, times ten. I fell back on the table and waited, totally nude, to get back my breath. I dug my panties out of my mouth. I must have been quite a sight. When I decided I’d better leave, I nearly fell as I tried to stand. I walked very gingerly over to where my clothes were lying on the ground. My last rapist’s sperm was drooling down my leg since my cunt muscles were too sore to close me. I felt all the pains from my assault come rushing to the foreground of my thoughts. The severe pinch on my inner thigh, the slaps I received across my face, the trauma to the front of my thighs from the table, and the most telling, the enormous ache from the lips and surrounding area of my pussy. And my boobs were a story in themselves. They had never hurt so much in my life and my nipples felt swelled to twice their normal size. I reached down to see if I was bleeding and was aghast when I felt a gaping hole between my legs. I was so sore, and my muscles so bruised, that I wasn’t closing up like I would normally. I kept touching the open hole down there in disbelief.

After some time, I was able to pull my shorts on, and then my halter. I smoothed down my hair and put my soiled panties in my back pocket. I decided to carry my shoes with me and to drive home barefoot. It was still rather early, so I was hoping my parents would still be at the movie they had gone to.

Before I left the area, I turned back and imagined what it all would have looked like, and smiled. It took me quite a while to get home, but I was happy to see my parents still gone. I needed to sit down when I got to my room to take off my shorts, so I went online to check my mail. I had one from Gregg and smirked as I opened it. I used him so bad.

It went like this:

Dear Sarah,

Thanks for the lovely night, I’m glad you invited me out. Hope you liked my friend, because he loved you. BTW, he’s a computer science major and traced all those conversations back to you. You’re one wild, kinky girl.

Gregg

Well, that explained a lot. He spent more time setting me up than I had done to him. I limped my way to the bathroom, and took a good look at all the bruising already apparent. The pinch seemed to have grown ten times the size of the actual area that had been pinched, and my whole crotch was already purple and extremely sore. A stranger looking upon the sight probably wouldn’t have even noticed that I had shaved my pubic area clean because of the dark bruising. But the worst looking bruises were actually the two on my chest. I could actually make out fingerprints on my cone shaped titties, and the nipples were altogether a different color. So this is what being girl-meat feels like.

My cell phone rang just then and it was a girl friend that knew I had gone out on an early date. She only wanted to know one thing and said she’d let me go right after. She asked how it was. I smiled and said, “It was the best sex ever.”

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