“What are you doing?” Ally screamed, trying to fight the two large, rough-looking men that were holding her by the arms as they dragged her over to the nearest booth. “Let go of me!”
One of the men, the smaller of the two, rolled his eyes. “Make her shut the fuck up, Connor,” he said to the other man. Ally barely had time to process the words before the other man hit her in the face. Air left her lungs from the shock she felt at the impact, rocking her head back and stunning her. Dazed, she seemed to float other than that she could still feel the heels of her shoes as they were dragged over the floor. There was chaos everywhere and she could see other girls fighting with the attackers as she got pressed back into the booth she had just occupied, feeling their hands on her body, groping and touching her in the places she didn’t want them to be.
She tried to shake it off… she had to get out of here. She had to help her friends. One of the men was right in front of her and the other stood behind his back and for a moment Ally thought that if she tried hard enough she would be able to go past them. Taking a breath, she charged forward… and was met with a hit in her stomach.
“She really is stupid,” the bigger one sighed. “Figured we would get the one with brain damage… you sure can pick them, Ethan. Come here and hold her hands while I take a good look at the goods and see if she’s even worth the trouble.”
Ally couldn’t believe it was happening to her. She went to the party to have a good time and now here she was, being hit and groped by strangers. She wanted to cry, to scream for them to let her go, but she knew it would be useless. Ethan, the slightly smaller man, still had to weight twice what Ally did, and he roughly grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her out of the booth and standing behind her back to hold her hands. Ally was forced to watch as the big guy, Connor, came closer as she shook.
She just wanted to be home. She just wanted to wake up with Paul holding her, telling her she’d just had a nightmare… that she was safe. Instead she was cowering in fear before two men that could break her in half and barely notice her resistance.
“Look at these tits!” Connor smiled, feeling them with his palms. “Dunno if I ever saw a bitch with jugs like this outside of porn or on a pole… You a stripper, slut? These are practically made for tit-fucking!”
“You wouldn’t say that if you saw her ass,” Ethan laughed. “It’s so nice, just asking to be pounded hard and covered in cum.”
Ally couldn’t believe her ears. She thought that they only wanted to scare her, but they were really about to rape her. She didn’t know what to do and how to act. She looked around in search of help but the others weren’t in a better position… no one could come to her aid. “Please, don’t do this” she said, looking Connor in the eyes. She was hoping that even though they acted like this they still had some principles, some morals. “I don’t want any trouble… I… I just want to go home to my boyfriend. He’s waiting for me at home… if I don’t come home, he’ll… he’ll notice. Please, let me go… I won’t tell anyone about what happened here, I swear…”
“Mmm, that’s a good point,” Conner said, seeing Ally’s phone in her pocket and pulling it out. Connor pointed it at her scared face to unlock and then started flipping through the pictures, turning the phone to Ethan so he could see their cute pictures together. “This your boytoy? He’s cute… totally seems into you. You love him, slut?”
“Yes!” Ally said, almost jumping up to prove how much in love they were and how badly she needed to go back to him.
“And he loves you?” Conner asked, continuing to flip.
“Yes, yes!” Ally said, trying not to sob.
“Good to hear, good to hear… Think he’ll be upset to see you fucked and covered in cum?” Connor laughed. “I’ll make sure to get pictures for him.”
Before Ally could do or say anything, he started tugging at her blouse, tearing it, making her yell in shock. Her bra didn’t survive much longer, being torn in the middle as he bared the large breasts she had always been embarrassed about. “Look at that nice pair,” Connor said, slapping one then the other, switching back and forth until Ally’s skin was nice and pink, her nipples hardening on her chest. Then he raised the phone. “Look here and smile!”
Before Ally could react, the phone’s camera flashed as he took a picture of the crying, tit-slapped bridesmaid. Then he paused, looking at it. “I think that turned out great!”
“Would you get on with it? I want to fuck this bitch, not give a personal paparazzi!” Ethan said with a groan. He was already pressed to Ally’s back, with his cock rubbing against her ass through the fabric.
“Keep being this impatient and you’ll cum in your pants,” Connor said, going to unbutton Ally’s jeans and pull them down. She tried to keep her legs together tight enough to not let him do that, but jeans slid off her legs traitorously easily, grazing over her skin smoothly. She kicked and struggled too much to let Connor take them off fully, but he didn’t seem to be upset by it, and when he couldn’t take off her panties just as easily he simply tore them off instead, leaving Ally bare and ready to be fucked.
“Please,” she was begging through tears. “I don’t want it. Please”
Both men laughed, starting to grope her even more roughly, showing Ally that her desires no longer mattered… that she no longer belonged to herself. No, in their mind, she never had… it was her boyfriend they were taking her away from. She was their bitch now and they intended to use her for all she was worth.
One of Conner’s fingers forced its way into her unprepared pussy, and Ally cried out. “Hold onto this memory of your holes being nice and tight… because after today they’re going to be so fucked out and used they’ll never be the same again. Got it?” the big man said, glaring into her eyes as Ally shook her head in impotent denial. “And try to act like a good girl. Make your boyfriend proud of you.”
She struggled in the other man’s grip but it was pointless… she was hopelessly outmatched, and Ally couldn’t help but realize just how bad of a situation she was in. They were going to hurt her either way and it depended only on her how badly hurt she would come out of this. Reluctantly, she went limp… a lifetime of lessons about dangerous men telling her to stop fighting, to make them happy, to give them no reason to hurt her.
“Now help me get her up there,” Ethan said as he pulled Ally up onto the table, knocking off several of the glasses of alcohol they had been merrily drinking just moments ago. “Get her ready for the fucking of her life!”
Ally’s lips were trembling as she lay there still, her legs hanging from the edge of the table and her back pressed to the surface. She watched both men undress and now she could see their hard cocks, ready to go inside her and make it hurt. Before she had a chance to even try to make peace with that miserable thought, Ethan climbed up on the table, hovering over her chest.
“What the fuck?” Connor asked. “I don’t want to see your hairy ass while I fuck her!”
“Too bad,” Ethan said, placing his cock between Ally’s tits and pressing them around his shaft. “Because this is how I’m going to use this bitch. You had your fun, I’m having mine.”
“Fine,” Connor said, sighing disgustedly. “But don’t get it in my face.”
Ally laid still, not believing her ears. How could they talk about her like this? Like she was nothing but a piece of meat for them to use? Tears started streaming down her face with sheer humiliation, flooding down in rivers she was utterly incapable of stopping. “Aww, sweetie. Don’t cry yet,” Ethan said, starting to thrust his cock between Ally’s soft, smooth tits. “We’ll give you plenty more reasons.”
Connor opened her legs, standing between them, and he didn’t even hesitate… he drilled his cock into her cunt like it was wet and welcoming rather than a tight, resisting clam that made his cock feel like it burned her walls as it passed. Ally whimpered, feeling the pain of the intrusion… and the shame of it. It was a disgusting feeling she could barely handle, especially while she had Ethan on top of her using her tits as his cock warmer.
She moved her head to the side, trying not to think about what was happening, trying to imagine that it wasn’t these monsters taking her like a slut, but Paul. It was hard, though. With him, sex was always slow and tender and she couldn’t even imagine him ever violating her like this.
“Is anybody home?” Ethan laughed, grabbing her face and forcing Ally to look at him. “Come on, bitch… stop slacking off and making me do all the work.” He reached down and pinched her nipples. “Get your hands on these slutty cumrags and make yourself worthwhile… squeeze them on dick.” Ally shook her head, trying to not even think about how awful it would be to help him. It was bad enough to have his thick cock already between her breasts with Connor fucking her pussy, the hole so dry that he needed to fight for every inch.
“I tried to be nice,” Ethan said with a sigh. “But you leave me no choice.” He hit her in the face. Then, again and again, every time doing it with more and more force.
“AGH! Stop it!” Ally screamed. She tried to get her hands up but Ethan easily shifted so that his knees were pinning them down to her sides and she could barely squirm as she was beaten.
“Keep slapping her,” Connor said. “Her pussy gets tighter every time you do it.”
“I do this for much longer,” he said, smiling as he closed his fist and drove it into her cheek while his left hand grabbed and twisted one of her nipples, “and her boyfriend won’t even recognize her by the time we’re done.”
He punched her again, and Ally could taste blood in her mouth… one of the her teeth was wiggling under her tongue. She just… she just couldn’t take it anymore. What had her resistence gotten her? She sobbed, sniffling… Why were they doing this to her? She hadn’t done anything to them - she’d just gone to the a bar to have a good time and now she was being hit and raped like a piece of meat. “Stop!” she said, with a plea in her voice. “Please, stop! I’ll do it! I’ll do whatever you want, ok?”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Ethan said with a smile, smiling down at Ally’s beaten, bruised face. “Give me that phone.” He took the device as Connor handed it to him and snapped another picture. “Now… grab onto your tits and fuck me with them.” He scooted a bit forward, his ass sliding across her belly as his knees came off her arms.
Trying not to think about what she was doing, Ally raised her hands up. She had always been ashamed of her tits, embarassed by how everyone looked at them… now she was using them like a cocksleeve for a filthy rapist. His dick felt warm and disgusting between her breasts, but as she closed her hands around her melons and squeezed them around him, he slapped her again.
“Not like that,” he said, still pointing the camera at the raped girl as she grunted whimpered with each of Connor’s thrusts. “Too dignified for a fat-titted whore.” One of his hand went down and grabbed onto her nipple, pulling hard on it. Ally cried out, but he paid her no mind… instead, he pulled it towards the center of his chest, using it like a handle to grind her breasts against his length. “Like that,” he said, releasing it.
Ally wanted to sob. She wanted to protest. She wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair. Instead, she pinched a nipple in each of her shaking hands, wincing at how uncomfortable and awkward it was, and smashing her bust around his slick, precum leaking cock.
“Now that’s a fantastic show,” he said, looking at her through the camera, and to Alley’s horror she realized that he wasn’t taking picture… he was filming her acting like a whore. She sobbed and kept scrubbing her tits on his shaft, even as he grabbed onto her hair with his free hand. “Open wide and relax, slut.”
Almost sitting on her chest, his cock slid inside her hot, wet mouth. Ally tried not to focus on the taste of him on her tongue even as he started moving, rubbing his tip over her tongue as her breasts caressed the rest of him. There was nothing but misery and humiliation for her now… her tits felt disgusting as, more and more, they were coated in her spit and his precum, and her pussy was so dry and miserable that it only was hugging Conner’s cock tighter as he moved. Every thrust he gave her seemed more painful than the one that had come before it as she grew more and more raw on the inside, and Ally prayed for him to finish soon so her misery would end.
Ethan, for his part, rode her tits for a while longer, but before long the humiliation of having her stroke herself with him couldn’t match his lost. He grabbed onto her hair tighter, pulling it until Ally could feel some of it ripping out, and began fucking her mouth hard enough that she was pretty sure he had forgotten she needed to breathe at all. Sometimes he came out far enough that she could rub at him with her tits, and she always did in the hope it would get her some mercy, but more and more he was wedging the tip of his dick deep into her mouth, clogging her throat and cutting off her hair. When he pulled out he left a disgusting wet trail on her face, but never seemed to notice how her lips were slowly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
“Look here, let’s see if your boyfriend still wants a slut as big as you,” he laughed, lifting the phone again and sweeping it around to get the whole picture of the raped Ally lying there with two cocks inside her, being fucked like she never had before. She didn’t want to think about the moment Paul would get them. There was no doubt in her mind that Connor really would send them once they were done torturing her… that they could be so cruel. What would he think? He would know that she was the victim in this situation… right? He wouldn’t think she’d spread her legs for these men willing, would he? Or would he take a look at a beaten, slobbing whore, scrubbing the cock of the man who had bruised her face and given her a black eye with her tits, and understand what kind of worthless cunt she was… the king that would allow men to do something so degrading to her because it was all she was good for?
An hour ago, she never would have doubted the answer… but an hour ago, she had had a much, much higher opinion of herself than she did now. Ally was pretty sure she didn’t want to know the answer. She almost hoped he never let her breathe and she didn’t have to find out.
“Open wider, slut,” Ethan growled, pushing his cock as deep as he could into Ally’s mouth as his dick throbbed. A second later she felt his cum dripping down her throat, the head dripping slimily down into her belly. She tried to fight him off, to get her mouth free and get some air before she breathed in that disgusting goo from his dick, but Ethan was pressing her head to his stomach, not caring about what would happen with her.
She couldn’t control her lungs anymore.
Ally began to viciously cough as she tried to suck down air and breathed in a bit of him cum with it, a new kind of fire burning in her airpipe as he choked and hacked it back up. Lost in the misery of gagging and coughing on his dick, she almost didn’t notice as Connor came inside her pussy… her walls were so chaffed it felt like it was burning her insides, but that pain felt like nothing against the burn in her lungs.
Finally, when her vision was truly starting to darken, Ethan pulled out. She kept coughing but she managed to suck down some air between them as she hacked up a disgusting mix of cum and snot and spit, the mix drooling out of her mouth and out of her nose. Ethan laughed at her, catching it all on the phone. “What a disgusting whore. So photogenic… ok, I guess I see what’s so great about recording after all,” he admitted.
Her lungs were burning, her head spinning, but she still felt relief once she realized her mouth and cunt were finally free… Connor slowly pulling his way out of her reddened, inflamed hole. She went still on the table, coughing weakly and feeling worthless and disgusting… praying that it was it, that they got what they wanted and would leave her alone now.
“Help me turn her,” Ethan said, and Ally felt him pulling on her waist. “Nice. Do you want her ass or pussy next?”
“I’ll let you break open that hole,” Connor laughed. “Her cunt’s plenty tight for me.”
Ally started fighting again. She already had ruined her… why did they need to rape her ass too? She was weak and defeated and didn’t feel like she had the strength to resist a newborn kitten, but she still tried to push them away… her hands were weak enough that it felt like the air resisted them more than she did.
“Stop that!” Connor growled. Then he drove his big, meaty fist into her stomach. Ally’s eyes went wide and she made a horrible, gurgling sound, followed by a long, low whine. “You’re getting fucked in any hole we would like. You’re a fuckdoll, and if you don’t have a dick in you you have no worth whatsoever. Get that through your thick head and let us have our fun!”
Ally couldn’t fight anymore. What was the point? She kept trying, and all that happened was her continuously being hurt more and more. She still had that terrible taste in her mouth, her throat felt raw from both the rape and the coughing, and her pussy… it felt like an open wound. She didn’t deserve to be treated like that, but they didn’t care.
One of her legs got lifted to Connor's shoulder, leaving her holes in open access and they could see how messed up her pussy was. Even with cum still leaking out she looked as tight as a virgin. “Well, this looks pristine,” Ethan said, prodding her asshole with his fingers. “Looks ice and tight. You didn’t let your boyfriend fuck you here, did you?”
Her shudder of disgust was all the answer they needed. Connor laughed, caressing her thigh tenderly and Ally found it even more terrifying. Connor got her phone again and lifted it up. “Fucking cuck,” the big man said with a laugh. “I guess we can at least give him something to jerk off to.” He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.
Ally whimpered. “Please…” she whispered. “Please… I can’t do that. I can’t…”
Connor clenched his right hand into a fist again. “Do you really think for a second we can’t make a weak whore like you do it?” He looked over at Ethan. “Think I can fit this inside her?”
The bridesmaid sobbed brokenly, large, ugly tears running down her face… but she managed to choke the words out. “P… Paul…” she stuttered. She couldn’t stop crying, but the men didn’t seem to care. “B-b-be…cause you never f-fuck… fucked… my a-ass… I h-had to f-find some re-real m-men who wou… who would t-treat me like the c-c-cu… cunt I am…”
At the last word, she all but collapsed into uncontrollable sobbing, and her weeping was only interrupted when she felt thick cocks probing not only her pussy but her asshole too. The pain was excruciating and it didn’t stop for a second, just building and building. She screamed, feeling her asshole opening for them, wanting nothing more than to make it stop but knowing it wasn’t going to happen. These men took what they wanted, they didn’t care if it didn’t belong to them and they didn’t care if she was hurt or not.
“Oh, shit,” Ethan said, pulling out slightly. “I think I ripped her!”
“Let me see” Connor moved her to get a better look with his cock still inside Ally, making it even more painful. The camera got a view too. “Ripped her good, man! Just a bit of blood.” He slapped his victim, forcing her to look a the camera. “You should thank him! At least you’ll have a little lube!” They both laughed and Ally felt horrified. She knew it before, but now it really dawned on her that they could do anything with her, anything they wanted, even if she would end up dead at their feet. Somehow, it made her even weaker than before. She felt defeated and powerless. Maybe it was better to give them what they wanted.
She swallowed. “Tha-ank you f-for mak-k-king me bl-bleed, sir…” Then, without being prompted, she lifted one hand and grabbed onto her leg in the air, holding it, and giving them better access to her holes as she spread her legs wider. “Here…”
Men looked at each other for a second. Then they smiled at her and resumed pushing their way into her holes. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you were a quality slut,” Ethan laughed.
Ally closed her eyes, grabbing the edge of the table with her other hand until her knuckles were white as bone and trying to forget where she was. After all, it was nothing. They could use her body, but she’ll at least be safe. And as she got raped over and over, with her body getting covered in cum and grime, she even managed to give the camera a cum-coated smile to send to Paul.
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