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Girls_2.0 (mmf nc rape asian) (1/2)
(Wiley04)
1 Aug 1996 01:21:10 UTC


Warning:  This story is about the abduction and rape of a 19 year old
asian girl by 3 men.  It describes in detail the sexual degredation she
undergoes.

Comments are usually appreciated.

Enjoy,

Wiley04

Picture:

     A young Asian girl of 19 years, standing 5'3" and weighing 102 
lbs.  A small pouty mouth, the ends slightly turned down, and an 
Asian nose, joined with long lashes on dark eyes with a European 
cast to create a truly stunning beauty.  Long black hair falling to the 
small of her back frames her face, whose beauty is set off and 
enhanced by teeth just slightly imperfect.

     She has an aggressive yet friendly, and very attractive, 
personality, which she expresses through her clothes.  She usually 
wears faded denim jeans with a short button down blouse which 
exposes her slender midriff when she raises her arms.  Her size B 
breasts fill out her blouse perfectly, being more than ample for her 
lithe frame.  Instead of a bra, she usually wears a tank-top, which 
reveals itself enticingly whenever her blouse slips from her smooth, 
rounded shoulders.  A small gold cross always hangs around her 
neck, drawing attention to the small, vulnerable spot just below her 
neck and above her breasts.  High tops and a backward baseball cap 
usually sets off the ensomb, the cap only serving to further enhance 
the beauty of her eyes, her skin, and her face, by framing them.

     Now she wished she hadn't stayed so late.  2 a.m. and she was 
stuck in the bad part of town, almost an hour walk to her place.  She 
had thought she could catch the last transfer, but she had been, to 
her dismay, mistaken.  Oh well, she thought, nothing wrong with the 
weather, at least.  And she was right:  it was a beautiful night.  A 
slight mist occluded the blackness, softening the streetlights as they 
spat out their dull yellow light.  The moon was at half and waning, 
and the stars few and far between.  It was warm, almost 70 F, and 
just cut by a soft, nipping breeze.  She thanked god that it wasn't 
cold, since she really hadn't dressed for it.  She had on faded denim 
hip-hugging jeans which she wore low on her waist, exposing a flat, 
taunt stomach and a cute inny belly-button.  A denim jacket, just 
falling to her waist, kept her warm, since her only top was a 
sleeveless tank cut off just below her breasts, which juggled slightly 
as she walked, free from the restraint of a bra.

     Well, she thought ruefully as she considered how she was 
dressed, it had been a raging party, and she had wanted to look hot, 
and she had, she knew.  Not that she was man crazy like some of the 
sluts there, but she liked to look her best.  She tossed her long braid-
-she had braided it that evening so her hair fanned out across the 
back of her neck and came up evenly across her head, to fall in soft 
bangs across her forehead, letting part of her ears poke out from 
beneath--and caught it in her hand, twirling it around as she walked 
briskly home.

     She turned as she saw lights coming up behind her and hoped 
the car would pass--she really didn't feel safe in this neighborhood.  
She became more nervous when the car did not pass, instead pulling 
up along side her, slowing to match her pace.  It was an old caddie, a 
bit beat up, being driven by a white guy with two passangers, the 
one riding shotgun a Mexican, the one in the back black.

     "Hey China Doll," the white one called out, "looking sweet meat.  
Goin' to a pahty?"  Now she was really frightened, as well as 
indignant, and hugged her jacket around her and picked up her pace, 
hoping the bastards would just go away.

     "Maybe we got a party for you right here, baby," the black one 
called out.  "We can make it a real multi-cultural event."  They all 
laughed.  Son of a bitch she thought, son of a bitch get me out of here.  
She quickly turned a corner but the caddie followed.

     "She don't look like she likes you Jackson," the Mexican taunted 
as he leaned out the far window and looked over the roof of the car.  
"Maybe she's one of those hard ass ice-queen uppity chink cunts who 
thinks she's better than us.  Whaddya think, John, think she's a 
dragon bitch?"

     "She certainly ain't friendly," the white one replied, "even 
though she's the tastiest dish I've seen in a long time.  Hey darlin', 
come on over here and say hi."

     Jesus Jesus Jesus wasn't there anyone else around.  All the 
houses were black as she rushed past them, almost running now but 
fearing to run.

     "Mm mm," the Mexican called out, "seems like she don't like any 
of us.  Not even good enough for a glance."

     "Hell, no split-tail gets away with treating me like that," Jackson 
cried out from the back, swinging open the back door.

     The sound of the door opening startles her, and her chest 
constricted in fear as she bolted forward, hoping they will tire of the 
game or that she can escape through speed.

     "Hey!" she hears behind her and then the squeal of tires and 
suddenly the caddie is across the sidewalk in front of her, the black 
man climbing out of the back seat and beginning to lunge toward her 
while the Mexican swings himself over the hood of the car.  She stops 
and spins, three steps to build up speed as she tries to run, only to 
feel arms encircle her waist and lift her from the ground.

     "HELP!  SOMEBODY HELP!  FIRE!  MURDER!  HELP!  SOMEBODY!" 
she screams at the top of her lungs as she struggles against the man 
holding her.  The Mexican comes up before her and grabs her arms, 
and between them they wrestle her screaming and thrashing into the 
back seat of the caddie.

     She had never been more frightened in her life as she was 
tossed into the back of the caddie to be quickly followed by two large 
male bodies.  She put her back to the door and kicked out with her 
feet and hit with her hands, but the black man, Jackson, just grabbed 
her again and threw her down across his and the Mexican's lap.  
Strong hands gripped her wrists and held them behind her back 
while more hands held her down.  A hand on her head pressed her 
face against the Mexican's stomach, muffling her pleas and cries.

     She trembled in abject terror as she heard and felt the car take 
off, speeding quickly away from the scene of the abduction.  She 
could feel her own adreneline rush begin to freeze as her body 
realized there was nowhere left to run.  Her mind froze likewise in a 
state of shock, reduced to an animal state of fear and waiting.

     She could feel the adreneline around her too, surging through 
the car as the car surged forward to an unknown destination.  "Hey 
Jose," she heard Jackson ask, "what now?"

     "Now," Jose replied, "we go to the park.  In the meantime, you 
and me can have a little fun with the cunt here."  She could almost 
feel the feral grins they gave each other over her prostrate body, and 
she shuddered.  A cold part of her mind calculated as Jose grabbed 
her by her hair and pulled her head up and began unzipping his fly 
while Jackson reached around and under her and began unbuttoning 
her jeans.  They were going to rape her, this part of her mind said, 
and you cannot fight them--try to talk.

     "Let me go," she said, calmly, clearly, "I'm a human being.  I 
have feelings.  You..."

     "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SPLIT-TAIL!" Jackson shouted, 
overriding her, "A GODDAMNED CUNT!  And I intend to get me some!  
Now Jose, can't you shut the bitch up?"

     "My pleasure," Jose replied, pulling free his cock and pressing it 
against her full pouty lips.  "Now open up, China Doll, or you're going 
to be in a world of hurt."  Her mind calculated, and she opened her 
mouth to take the pole of flesh in.  She was going to be raped, it said, 
and she quailed inwardly.  O.K.  Now just try to stay alive:  do what 
they want and maybe they'll let you go.  It was why she remained 
still while Jose slowly slid her head up and down on his staff, in and 
out of her mouth, running the flesh across the soft warmth of her 
lips.  It was why she remained still while her jeans and panties were 
pulled down around her knees and hands began to rub and squeeze 
and pinch her ass and thighs.

     "What a sweet ass," she heard, and jerked slightly as fingers 
found their way to her vagina and began to stab forward for 
entrance.  Virginal! part of her mind screamed, wanting to thrash 
and bite and kick and kill.  She was a virgin! it screamed, and these 
stupid, sorry sons of a bitches were going to take that from her, were 
going to use her like a piece of meat and throw her away.  Better 
raped than dead, another part of her mind asserted, and maintained 
a steely control.

     "Got a sweet mouth on her too," Jose said.  "Let's see what you 
can do, sweet thing."  He began to push her head down, causing her 
to gag on his penis as it pushed against her throat.  She reacted 
instinctively, trying to pull back, but his hands were too strong, too 
insistent.  She gagged once as she felt his cockhead stab against her 
throat, and then an awful tearing pain shot down her throat as it 
popped in, and she gagged again as the full length of it slid down her 
throat, her nose resting against his pubic hair, her whole body 
shaking and jerking as she retched, trying to dislodge his cock from 
her throat.  Her nostrils flared and her throat spasmed and she felt 
like she was going to throw up, but she held the bile that was rising 
in her throat down with an enormous effort of will and stilled her 
jerkings, breathing heavily through her nostrils.

     "Ahhh..." she heard Jose sigh, and was grateful he just held her 
head there, did not try to move her.  It wasn't so bad now, and then 
she realized Jackson had a finger up her vagina and was sawing it 
painfully in and out.

     Oh god oh god oh god please make it stop, she thought, closing 
her eyes in silent prayer, a tear leaking out the closed lid and 
dropping onto the thigh of her abductor.  Endure, the thought flashed 
across her mind.

     It was a nightmare ride, with Jose content to hold himself in her 
throat, the motion of the car a slow tantilization for him as he built 
ever nearer the inevitable orgasm.  Jackson took turns slapping her 
asscheeks, pressing his fingers into her anus and pussy, and pinching 
her thighs to make her squirm.  It was a relief when they stopped, 
even though she knew what was next.

     "Ready to go?"  It was John.

     "Just one minute," Jose interupted, and began to jerk his hips 
slightly up into her face, pushing his cock even further up her throat, 
and back, and up.  She knew he was almost ready to come, and could 
feel the eyes of his companions bore into the back of her head.  They 
were all waiting, waiting for Jose to fill her throat with his come.  
Jackson had his index finger all the way in her ass, making her feel 
bloated, and squeezed her asscheek painfully in the other.

     The hands on her head pressed her face painfully against his 
groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her throat and a warm sticky fluid 
coated her throat as he moaned above her.  Her throat spasmed to 
swallow it and forced more from the tip of his cock--it seemed like it 
would never end.  Slowly, though, it did, as his cock stopped jerking 
and began to soften.  It wasn't long before it slid easily from her 
throat and Jose pulled her head by the hair up and off his lap.

     "Let's get her outside," he said to Jackson, who yanked his finger 
from her ass, earning a yelp of pain and surprise, and began pushing 
her from one end while Jose pulled from the other.  She stood dazidly 
for the first time in what seemed like years, quickly pulling up her 
pants, and holding them up while she turned around and looked 
about her.

     She was surrounded by the three, and for the first time got a 
good look at them.  Jose, the Mexican, was the oldest at around 
twenty five years of age.  He was about 5'10 and skinny, but she 
knew his wiry strength.  He had typical Mexcian looks, although she 
saw a touch of Spaniard in him.  Jackson, the black, was 6' tall and 
medium build, about twenty two years old.  He was light for a black, 
and had the slightly pockmarked skin that hinted at a caucasun 
ancestor.  John, the white, was also 6', but bulky, younger at twenty 
or twenty one, with that cross between a mean and a sneaky hillbilly 
look that sent shudders through anyone weaker that he was.

     She was standing near the edge of an open field.  The park 
stretched in all directions while nearby was the sandpit and the 
jungle jim, where children might have played were it safe.  She saw a 
slide, two horsies on springs, a half-dome jungle bars, two sets of 
monkey bars parallel to each other, a seesaw, swings, chinup bars of 
different levels, and a sandpit.  She turned back to Jose, who was 
casually leaning against the trunk of the car while the two others 
eyed her hungrily, and was about to speak when he simply put his 
fingers to his lips in a shushing motion.  She swallowed and looked at 
him.

     "It seems like you got the idea in the car," he said.  "It's easier 
to do what we say than to fight us."  She nodded at his pause.  "Don't 
worry, we just want to have a little fun."  Fun she thought wildly, 
fun!?  You think rape is fun? she wanted to scream.  What about me!  
You're going to rape me!  You already have!  She wanted to leap 
forward and rip his eyes out, but she remained standing stock still, 
unmoving.  He smiled and slid his belt from around his waist and 
doubled it up in his hands.  "If you don't cooperate, you're in for a lot 
of pain."  <SNAP> He snapped the belt together.  "Now you have a 
choice:  strip, or pain."  <SNAP>

     He was serious, she knew, but the cold part of her mind 
resigned her, and she began to strip.  First went the shoes and socks, 
then the jeans, then the jacket.  The tank followed, revealing her 
firm, perfectly rounded tits standing proudly high on her chest.

     "Nice tits," John interjected.

     "Nice piece," Jackson corrected.

     She outwardly ignored them, although inwardly she quailed.  
Why her?  Why did they have to do this to her?  Anything, anything, 
to make it stop.  Finally she slid her panties down the smooth skin of 
her well shaped legs and stood naked before her abductors, only the 
cross still above and between her breasts, shivering a little not from 
the night air but from the reaction and shock of her situation.

     "Damn, she ain't got no pubes," John blurted out.

     "Ya she does," Jose said, walking up to her and running his 
hands up between her legs until they brushed against her mound.  
"These Chinese, their just sparse down below."

     She trembled at his touch, and the humiliation she had and 
knew would endure.

     "Lay down on your back, bitch," Jose commanded.

     She slowly went to her knees and stretched out on her back on 
the cool, damp grass, a little chill going up her spine.  She knew what 
was coming next.

     "Spread your legs," he said almost wearily, and she did, keeping 
her arms by her side and stiff as a board.  Yet even then she could 
not disguise the dainty beauty that was hers.

     She prepared herself for him to lay down on top of her, so was 
surprised when he said, "Now, you've got ten minutes to bring 
yourself off, or we're going to hurt you, a lot."  Her eyes widened in 
shock and she sat up from the waist.

     "What?" she asked.

     "You heard me, cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "play with 
yourself until you come or we hurt you bad.  You got ten minutes."  
The other two chuckled.

     She was horrified.  How could they expect anyone to do that?  
Did they think she was going to enjoy it?  It was bad enough just 
being raped, but this was too much.  Endure, said a part of her, but 
this time she ignored it, too horrified to think straight.  "No," she 
stated simply, and folded her legs indian style, crossing her arms to 
cover her breasts.

     "Suit yourself," he said, and lit up a cigarette.  "Nine minutes."

     She stared at him, her mind running through a thousand 
scenarios.  Try to flee while they seemed relaxed, but they were 
watching her closely, leering and gaping at her.  Fight, but she 
couldn't.  But she just couldn't do what they asked.  Do it, urged her 
mind, but she just couldn't.  She hadn't not only never had a man, 
but she had never touched herself there sexually either, and no 
matter how much she feared them, she just couldn't do it.  She 
wanted to speak, to talk to them, to tell them that she was human, 
that they shouldn't do this to her, but she had tried that, and now 
feared to try again.

     "Seven minutes."  "Four minutes."  He flicked the cigarette out 
and lit up another one.  "One minute."  She had not moved.  "Okay 
cunt, looks like you get to learn the hard way.  To the horse, boys."

     She didn't resist as John and Jackson each grabbed her under 
the armpit and lifted her to her feet.  She wondered for a moment 
what Jose was getting out of the trunk of the car, but then her 
attention was focused on the horse as the two men forced her to 
kneel behind the spring mounted toy.  "Drape her over it," she heard 
Jose say, and rough hands grabbed her and forced her torso over the 
horse, the hard plastic saddle uncomfortably digging into her 
stomach and chest, but her head and ass hanging just free of the 
horse.  She looked over at Jose and shuddered when she saw him 
holding a few lengths of rope and a large duffle bag.

     "Please don't do this," she begged as he bent down before her 
and began to tie her wrists together underneath the horse, the coarse 
rope chaffing her wrists.  "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."

     "You had your chance, cunt," he spit out, his cold eyes looking 
into hers as he secured her bound wrists to the bottom of the spring.  
She saw him glance down at her braid as it fell to the side and 
landed softly on the ground near his feet.  "Now it's time for us to 
have some fun."  She wanted to spit in his face as he smiled; damn 
him, she thought, damn him.  How could he do this?  And why her?  
She knew the answer to that--because she had been available.

     She screwed up her pretty Asian face as her abductors grabbed 
her legs and straightened them underneath her, tying her calves on 
either side of the spring.  Trussed like a Christmas hog, she thought 
as the strain on the back of her thighs and calves increased as they 
pulled down the front of the horse slightly and ties it that way, so 
that her torso was now slightly slanted downward with her ass high 
in the air.  She blushed as she realized her position, with her shapely 
legs straining at the unnatural position, revealing every delicious 
curve, her ass, with it's fine, rounded ass cheeks, were thrust up for 
view, and her anus and vagina lewidly exposed.

     She jerked in her bonds with a start as someone slapped her 
and John said, "Just the right height for fucking."

     "And this little cunt's tighter than a twelve year old," Jackson 
said.

     "You'd know," Jose chipped in.

     "Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, my man."

     She smelt the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and just wished 
they'd get on with it, get it over with.  Suddenly she screamed as she 
felt a cigarette pressed against the exact center of her left ass cheek.

     "Aaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed, jerking and causing the horse 
to sway back and forth as Jose moved the cigarette to her other ass 
cheek, sending stabbing pain shooting through her nerves.  She heard 
her scream swallowed by park, and panic began to well in her as Jose 
said, "Now it's time to party!"

     <Whack> "Uhhgg," she grunted as the first belt landed across her 
slender shoulders.  <Whack> "Ah," as her lower back took the blow.  
<Whack> "Aaaaahhhhhrrrrgggg!" she wailed as the belt struck across 
her burned ass cheeks, seeming to send hot nails into her flesh.

     <Whack Whack Whack Whack>  Now all three of them had their 
belts off and were pummeling her mercilessly, sending her body 
bucking and thrashing in her bonds in pain, incoherent pleas and 
cries coming from her mouth as she begged them to stop between 
screams of agony.  Anything, her mind cried, anything to make them 
stop.  The pain seemed to reach a plateau, an unbearable level where 
the beating became a dull background to the constant throbbing 
agony in her body.  Then it suddenly skyrocketed, and blackness 
clouded her vision as a belt slapped wetly against her cunt, sending 
sharp shards of pain lancing through her body and mind.

     Again as agony flared through her groin, making the pain in the 
rest of her body recede into a dull ache.  Her voice was raw from 
screaming and when the belt landed a third time the agony blinded 
her for a moment.

     


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