The Descent - Part 4 (m+f nc anal) by Foxbat


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The Descent - Part 4 (m+f nc anal) by Foxbat


   The last week had passed slowly for Katie.  After that first rape by Little Willie, he'd kept her chained to the bed for the remainder of the week.  Maybe once or twice a day, men would come in, and rape her unceremoniously.  The men seemed deaf to her pleas for help, and were only interested in getting their rocks off in her.  Whenever it occurred to him, Little Willie would leave her more soup.
   The first rapes were always the worst - after that, the previous man's jizz would make the going a little easier when the next guy came in.  They seemed to use her holes indescriminately - her ass offered them as much attraction as her abused pussy.  By the end of the week, she'd more or less given up trying to talk to her rapists or beg for release.  She just lay there, surrounded by the stench of her sordid activities, and took it wherever they felt like sticking it.  Her blowjob skills hadn't improved any - but her appreciation for getting a little moisture on their dicks before she got skewered in one of her more tender places lent new enthusiasm to the exercise.  
  A small part of her was disappointed - none of her subsequent rapings had quite the same effect on her as the first had had.  Once or twice, when being porked, a guy would reach down and squeeze and spread her, and she would begin to feel the warm tingling, but inevitably he would finish before it got any where.

***

   It was Friday, and Little Willie was glad.  He'd not had any other time, and with any luck, this should make up for the boredom and lack of excitement which had ruined his week so far.  He'd sent word out with any luck a bit of a crowd might come, and in more ways than one.
   The first thing to do was to get the new bitch presentable - he climbed the stairs, and let himself in to the room in which he'd been keeping her.  With the exception of trips to a pot in the corner of the room, this one had been chained to the bed all week, and used by some of his lieutenents for stress relief on occaision.  Today was her big day.
   He unchained her, and practically dragged her off the bed, as she looked a little stiff from being in the same position all week.  He fastened a little dog collar he'd had in his pocket around her neck, before seizing her face and mashing his up against it so that they were eye to eye.  He could smell the fear, and watched her eyes rolling around, desperately trying not to look back into his.

***
  
   His terrible breath washed over her, and she thought she might pass out for a second.  
   "We're going for a walk, and we're gonna take care of some errands, so I want you to be a good girl.  If I even think that the thought of escape has crossed your mind, I'm gonna give you the beating of your life and make you wish you'd never even considered it.  You might think this is pretty bad, but you have no idea what I'm capable of.  Got my drift?"
   Katie nodded dumbly.  He grunted, and started leading her down the stairs by the dog collar.  Weak from lack of food and exercise, Katie almost fell down the stairs behind him.  He took her down another set of stairs into the basement of the house.  There sat a rather ugly looking black man, who smiled sweetly at her.
   "We're gonna fix you up all nice and purdy," he said to her as he turned to stir an old coffee pot full of a green substance.  Willie led her to an old folding metal chair, and, seating her on it, walked around behind her to hold her hands.  The black man approached with the pot, and she wondered for half a second what the thick liquid was before the black man poured it over her crotch.  It was hot wax.  Very hot.  Katie screamed out in pain, straining to close her legs, which the black man held open with his knees, as he continued to pour the wax, covering her mound and letting it dribble into her ass-crack.  Katie continued to scream as they held her, letting the wax settle.  She sank into incoherent sobs and pleas for mercy, only to rise back up to screaming when the black man yanked the now settled wax off and all of her pubic hair with it.  Looking back at her pink denuded cunt, he smiled again, saying, "Der now.... ain't that much purdier?"
   Little Willie didn't have time for compliments.  He led her back to the first floor, to a room bare except for a dirty mattress in the center of the room.  Throwing her down on it, he pulled a syringe from his pocket.  Using his teeth to remove the cap from the needle, he injected her arm with her first taste of heroin, before leaving her there unattended.  Could never get 'em addicted too soon, he thought as he walked out, and it might make tonight a little more fun.

continued in part 5


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