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From: redrover3@juno.com (Red R Rover)
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Subject: A night on the town (NC, rape, gang)
Date: 4 Jul 1997 01:01:58 -0700
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This is the first story I wrote.  email me tell me what you think.  you
must be 18.  this is fiction only.  no basis in reality.
etc.

REDROVER@JUNO.COM

A Night on the Town (nc rape gang)
by Red Rover


	I looked around.  The landscape was unfamiliar.  Susan and Paul
said that this street ran into Green Street, where the Vertigo Club was,
but they also said that if I came to a McDonalds I had gone too far.  I
should have asked for directions at my hotel, because the McDonalds was
ahead, with no sign of Green Street.  I was dressed to kill, for a night
out in the town with my old college roommate and her boyfriend, across
the country from where I lived.  I had on a little black dress that fit
my small curvy frame, and black high heel shoes.  So you can get the
picture into your head, I have dark blonde hair and green eyes.  I'm 5'2
and weigh 116.  
	I turned around, and began strolling in the opposite direction at
a quick pace, anxious to get to the club.  It was getting dark, and I
didn't like the looks of this neighborhood. Nobody was around.  Suddenly,
as I passed an alleyway, I felt a hand reach out and cup around my mouth.
 My heart was pounding.  I screamed into the man's hand, but he kept it
tight over my mouth.  He was strong and large, and I was frail and
skinny.  His other hand wrapped around my waist and he began to drag me
back into the alley.  I kicked at his legs to no avail. I noticed an open
door at the back of the alley, and I grabbed his arm that was around my
mouth with both of my hands, only I couldn't budge it.  He got me inside
the door and slammed it shut.  His arm that was wrapped around my body
tight squeezed harder, pressing the air out of me, while his hand
squeezed my breasts - 36C a nice hefty handful for him.  
	The inside of the building was an old warehouse.  I was surprised
to see fifteen or so guys standing around, some of them playing dice,
others smoking or drinking 40 oz beers, but I got the impression that
they were just waiting here. 
	"I got one," my assailant said.  The men gathered around.  They
were all sizes and colors, city kids in their late teens or early
twenties.  They looked unwashed and dangerous. The man took his hand off
my mouth.  He was white, but I couldn't turn around to see him.
	"Hi, I'm Rick. Tell my boys your name, sweetheart."
	"It's Marilyn.  What are you planning to do to me?
	"Well, Marilyn, we're going to fuck you silly and after that
we'll see."
	"You'll never make me," I shouted, trying to get away and get to
the door.  One of the guys hauled over a dirty mattress and dropped it on
the floor next to me.  His friends made room.
	"Ok," Rick said, pausing, "If you don't want to fuck, you don't
have to."  He let me go. Surprised I turned and stared at him.  He was a
teenager, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath
a black T-shirt and black Raiders hat.  His jeans were baggy, practically
falling off.  One of Rick's front teeth was gold, I noticed as he smiled.
 The repulsive tooth gleamed at me.   Suddenly, a big husky guy with a
long beard pushed me into Rick.  Rick shoved me hard into another one of
his friends.
	"I thought you said you'd let me go," I cried to him.
	The guy pushed me to someone else and that kid shoved me back
into Rick.   They laughed at me as I tried to get away. 
	"Lemme see your purse," Rick said.  Before I could react, he
snatched it from me and handed it to a skinny guy next to him.  I tried
to follow what they were doing with it, but Rick slapped me across the
face, hard.
	"What can you do for us if I let you go?" he asked.  "Get on your
knees and blow me and I'll let you go home."  With that, he unzipped his
fly and pulled his semi-rigid dick out.
	"Please, I'll do whatever you say, except for that, though. 
Please!  Just let me go, OK?"
	"Then blow me."
	"Come on, you have my purse, please, you're not going to get away
with this.  Let me go home," I tried reasoning with them.
	"Fine you dumb bitch," Rick punched me in the stomach and threw
me down onto the mattress.  He jumped on top of me.
	I was crying and they were all screaming and yelling things like
"Fuck the whore, fuck her!"
	"No, no!" I pleaded.  Rick's hand flew up my skirt.   His other
hand began to squeeze my tits, hard, mauling them.  He kissed me, a
brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth.  I bit it.
	He yelled out and spit blood onto the cement floor of the
warehouse.  The he punched me in the face. And again.
	"Bitch!"  I was too dazed to resist as he pried my legs open and
fondled my crotch, grabbing between my legs.  He yanked my black satin
thong panties off with one hand.  They looked tiny in his big meaty fists
and it was then that I realized how helpless I was. He tossed them aside
and pulled up my dress, one hand leaning on my shoulder to hold me down. 
I cried out, but didn't struggle.  Some other guys came to hold me down,
so Rick could get his jeans and boxers down to his knees.  He shoved two
fingers inside of me.  I was dry, and I jumped a little bit. 
	Then Rick climbed between my legs and put his cock at my opening.
 He shoved it hard into my dry cunt.  I yelled out.  The crowd of men
started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling.  Rick grabbed my
skinny shoulders with his thick hands and started pumping himself in and
out of my body.  
	"Oh that hurts," I whimpered, "Please stop."
	He was grunting and humping fucking like crazy.  One of his hands
was squeezing my ample chest through my dress.  The other had a handful
of my hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig.  In fact,
his face got flushed and his nostrils widened.  I felt sick to my
stomach.
	Through my tears, I saw the other guys laughing and cheering him
on.  Rick let go of my hair and stuck his middle finger up my asshole,
causing me to cry out again.  I tried to squirm away.  He was banging me
like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading me apart.
	No-one had ever abused me this way before.  "Please, please,
stop, I'm begging you."
	"Hold on," he growled, firing his load into my struggling body,
squirting cum up into my belly, so much that a little leaked out onto my
thighs.  I fell it up in me, wet, with a warmth that wasn't mine, and
smeared all over the inside of my thighs.  He reached down and stopped a
drop trickling out of me before it hit the mattress and rubbed it on my
lips.
	"Come on, try it, it tastes great," he laughed.  I kept my mouth
sealed, and he pulled out of me with a slurping sound.  
	Maybe it was over, I thought. Maybe he'll let me go.
	The tall, tall skinny kid who had my purse before took Rick's
place.  His hair was reddish brown, and there was a permanent sneer
attached to his face, it seemed.  His pants were already off and he slid
his dick into my now wet tunnel.  The kid started fucking me, almost as
hard as Rick did.
	I couldn't believe this.  I couldn't possibly take this again.  I
struggled against the hands holding me.
	A fair haired man, also thin and wiry, probably in his
mid-twenties gripped my blonde hair and pulled my head to the side so
that I was staring at his bobbing cock.
	I tried to bring a leg up to the red-headed kid's groin.  He just
smirked and punched me in the stomach.
	"All right, Ray!" Rick yelled.
	"Open up bitch," the blonde-haired guy instructed me.  "Suck
Greg's dick, come on now," he coaxed, like I was a misbehaving horse or
something
	"No, I'll bite it off," I gasped, while Ray was banging me silly.
 	Greg put a knife to my throat.  "Do it." 
	Oh my god, a knife! I remembered thinking.  I ceased struggling. 
He nicked my neck with the knife.  It burned. 
	"Open!" he ordered, and I opened up my mouth.  He put his long
thin penis inside. I stared into his light colored pubic hair. "If you
bite, I'll cut you till you ain't gonna win no beauty contests."
	"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!" the crowd chanted.
	Quietly thankful that his cock wasn't too big, I began to suck
him off.  I felt Ray's jets of sperm gush inside of me.  Thank God he was
done.
	"Ha-keem, Ha-keem, Ha-keem" the men started to repeat.  I was
confused, until I saw the big black man walking over out of the corner of
my eye, his 11 inch cock fully erect in front of him.  "Yeah, Dominican
power," someone yelled, like this was a sporting event.     
	I popped Greg's dick out of my mouth, "No, I can't, I won't!!"
He popped it back in and I continued sucking, fearfully trying to see
what Hakeem was doing to me.  One man held each of my quivering legs,
while Hakeem eased down to mattress level.
	I had to get out of here. This guy was going to rip me to shreds.
 He put his long thick tool right at my slit.  I felt a trickle of white
goo run out and down my ass crack.  I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't
get pregnant.  Hakeem shoved in as hard as he could.  He slammed against
my cervix, dazing me with the pain, as Greg shot his cum down my mouth. 
I gagged and tried to spit it out as I wiggled under the 11" cock.
	Greg held my mouth closed, "Swallow, it's good for you."
	Hakeem smiled at me while I was impaled on his long rod.  He
ripped my dress open.  Shocked by the searing pain of that thing inside
me, I swallowed down the load of cum.  Another dick, long and thick was
shoved down my throat immediately.  I felt Hakeems balls slap against my
asshole.  He suddenly blew his load all over my insides, until it was
leaking onto the mattress, and pulled out.  
	Rick took his place.  The men pulled my legs way back.  Not a
second time, I thought.  
	"Guess what I'm going to do?"  He put his cock at the rim of my
pink asshole lips.  
	"No, no, please, just take my money, not that!"
	The man in my mouth pulled his cock out and sprayed sticky cum
all over my face, hair and breasts.  
	No-one'd ever fucked me in the ass before.  Rick drove into me,
showing no mercy to my bottom.  My sphincter protested and spasmed as he
went deep.  "Oh yeah," he crowed.
	I screamed as he stretched my ass with his big cock.  My open
mouth was filled with a third cock.  Rick pulled out and drove back in,
raping my ass.  It hurt so bad.  When I came to, he was filling my bowels
with a load of semen.  "I'm done for a little while," he told his men.
	I felt cum in every orifice of my body.  They ripped off the
shreds of my dress and unsnapped my bra.  Hands turned me over.  Someone
entered my doggy-style.  I cried out again as he entered me.  He rode me
like one would ride a horse, making my hips buck against his.  He wasn't
quite as painful as Rick in my ass though.  Another man was at the front,
his dick in my face.  The man behind me came in me and was replaced by
another man, then another. 
	A guy laid down on the mattress. "Straddle me," he commanded.  At
this point I obeyed his orders.  When I was on top of him, with him in my
cunt, another guy entered my asshole.  Then a dick was stuffed in my
mouth, so I had three in me at once.  I knew there was nothing I could do
but submit.  The hours dragged by.  I gave blowjobs until my mouth was
sore and wouldn't stay open anymore.  I took cock after cock in my pussy.
 They fucked me in every degrading position they could think of, spraying
cum inside of me and all over me until my hair and face were slick with
it and my pubic hair was matted with white globs.  I wasn't struggling at
all anymore, I was just letting them fuck me however they like.  They
banged my ass until I was screaming in pain with every thrust.  I had
never seen so much cum or felt so much agony in my life.  It seemed like
they all had at least two turns at me.  
	When they were done, I got up.  My panties were nowhere to be
found.  I buckled my bra back on and put my torn dress on, trying to make
it cover me decently, but finding it impossible. The men were not paying
much attention to me, lying around tired or drinking.  I was an old toy
that was broken now.  I got up.  Then I felt a stinging lash on the back
of my bare legs.  It was Rick, swinging his leather belt and laughing. 
The men all seemed to come to life.  I was crouched in the fetal position
on the mattress.  Blows and boot kicks came raining down on me.  They
wrenched my head away so that a punch split my lips.  Someone kicked me
in the face and it all blacked out for a second.  They beat me up until
they were bored with that too, and then they dumped me onto the cold
rough floor of the warehouse, throwing the mattress aside.  I saw,
through tears and swollen eyes, all the men pull out their penises.  They
pissed on me, the stinging liquid soaking into my bruised and cut skin. 
They joked and laughed.  Fifteen guys drinking forties makes a lot of
piss.  I was drenched.  I lay in the puddle until they went away, then
got up, trying not to slip and fall back down into the yellow urine. 
Rick opened up the door for me.  I was crying harder then before, because
I thought that I was going to get to leave.  Instead I got beat up and
pissed on.
	"Club Vertigo.  Take your second left.  It's your first right off
of Montgomery.  Green Street it's called.  You can't miss it."
	I didn't ask how he knew where I was going.  "I'm free to go?" 
My face was bruised and I was dripping with piss.  I felt cum leaking
down my leg.    
	He nodded and I turned around and left.  It was almost midnight
now. I walked into the McDonalds and the clerk called the police.  They
went back to the warehouse, but of course there was no-one there.  The
officer said that he had complaints about the place before, said that it
was used as a crackhouse and a hangout for gangs.  They never caught
them.  The rest of my vacation was spent in the hospital with Susan and
Paul visiting.

The End

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