As one of the only people who really understood what her sister had been through, the moment Skye saw Mark at the bar she knew that they were in trouble. Even she, however, couldn’t have imagined how bad it was going to be.
When the fight start, she had tried to keep close to Amber, to protect her big sister, but when all hell broke loose and the other girls were grabbed at by Mark and his friends she the feisty girl learned the hard way just what it meant to be as small as she saw. The college freshman was almost effortlessly slapped aside and tossed to the ground like she was made of straw, and her head rang. Then, a moment later, big, strong arms pressued down on her, pinning her down to the floor. She could feel the cold surface under her back and tried to move, but the man on top of her put his knees on her palms, keeping her pinned in place.
“Let me go!” Skye screamed, trying to move, but she didn’t have much luck.
“You’re not going anywhere,” the man smiled, looking down at her. When Skye looked up at him, the first moment she really looked at him, she realized how much trouble she was in… that she had already lost this battle. He was huge… He had to be a professional football player or something… the guy was at least six and a half feet tall, and built like an engine block… if he weighed less than three times what she did Skye would have been stunned. His damned palms were so big he could’ve covered her whole face with them. Compared to that giant, Skye was a pixie… small and fragile and about as able to resist him as an ant could a boot.
All around her, the other women were dragged away by groups of men… but not Skye. No one else approached them as the huge man knelt on top of her, and Skye was painfully aware that if he just put his weight on her he could break her bones or outright crush her to death. It was more than a minute before one of the others tentatively approached. “Picked yourself a nice bitch, Troy?” he asked, chuckling nervously… looking down at Skye with a lustful gaze. “Don’t suppose you’d care to share…?”
“I don’t do sloppy seconds,” the big man rumbled, voice deep and harsh. “Go find your own cunt, Ryan. This tiny slut is mine.”
As she heard those words Skye started shaking. The man was quick to put his hands up. “Cool, bro, cool,” he said, quickly walking away, looking for someone else to… to…
Skye couldn’t ignore what he’d said. What he planned to… to do to her. What was happening to her sister and her friends right at this moment. She looked around, seeing Ally on the table with her clothes torn and Paige being dragged to the bar. She swallowed. “W… what do you want from me?” she said, looking up at the man with her voice shaking.
Skye was ashamed of herself. All her life she had been… energetic. Brave. Unstoppable. With sheer force of personality she had gotten her way… and if she’d wanted to she could have bullied just about anyone into anything she wanted. She’d become aware of it when she was only 12 and her breasts started to swell, a little earlier than most of the girls in her class… that she could wrap anyone around her finger. It would have been so, so easy to get by like that, to be one of the queens of her school, to get by with little work and much fawning.
Instead, she had turned that inward. Made herself study for her test, become the valedictorian of her highschool and get her scholarship without any of that… and knowing that she had done it without cheating made it all the sweeter. Her force of will and overbearing personality only came out when she thought it was responsible… when someone needed it. Like when she had convinced Amber to take the offer she had to college, even if it meant Skye needed to work a part time job in highschool to make their ends meet. When she had convinced Paige to drive her to Mark’s apartment and finally, finally bullied her sister into leaving that monster.
But now, just looking up at him she felt like all of that power was a lie… because this man could wrap his hands around his neck and squeeze if he wanted to and every muscle in her entire body could do absolutely nothing to stop him.
“Whatever I want,” Troy said, getting off of her palms and grabbing Skye by the back of her shirt, easily lifting her up. “And what I want is to have a nice, tight slut to ruin tonight… and you seem like a perfect one for me.” He threw her over his shoulder as if Skye weighed nothing. She tried to kick him on the back, tried to scream, tried to wriggle away from the dangerous man even into the hands of other scary men in the room, but even the sound of her screaming was drowned in the chaos of mass rape that was happening anywhere she looked. Her kicks gained her nothing either… Troy simply grabbed onto one of her thighs and squeezed until she thought the bone would break… after that, she stayed still.
He took her away from the crowd, into a back room, and Skye realized that it was someone’s office. Troy put her on the floor and the freshman, in her stupid hope to get saved, tried to rush past him to the door when he turned away. Troy, however, effortless stopped her, bumping his body against her hard enough that she felt something give in her side and grabbing her hair as she fell, pulling her back against him hard enough that she tumbled and hit her head on of the legs of the desk. Skye moaned in pain, unable to stop from showing exactly how painful that was to her tormentor.
“I see you don’t know what good manners are,” Troy said, showing his teeth in what could only technically be called a smile. Considering his size, the effect was more terrifying than reassuring, and she squirmed backward… cowering against the desk like it was a refuge for her. Troy reached to his belt… and he came back up with a knife. It seemed huge in Skye’s eyes, even though it was tiny in his huge hands… the gleaming blade seemed to dominate her vision as things, somehow, got even more serious. He would use that thing on her… she felt certain of it. She felt equally certain he had done it before. If he got annoyed with her, he might just cut her open just to see her bleed, and Skye didn’t have the first clue what to do, how to fight for her life against a monster like that.
“Listen here, you little whore…” Troy said slowly, coldly, coming closer. Skye had nowhere to move and the blade was dangerously close to her face now. “You’re going to do what I tell you to do and you get to walk away in one piece. If you don’t… well. I don’t care much about how pretty your face looks or if you get to keep your tits as long as your holes are right. Understand me?”
Skye looked at the blade, then back at the man holding it. She felt like she was hyperventilating, like she was about to pass out. She knew he was serious… that her life was on the edge. If she wouldn’t be tame and willing and do what he said she could die right here, right now, in this god forsaken back room… and she would be leaving her sister with Mark.
She nodded weakly and Troy laughed at her. “Don’t talk much, do you?” he said. “Good, I like that. I hate it when women talk too much. My first wife… now she was a talker. Wouldn’t shut up, really. But I shut her up good, didn’t I?”
A cold chill went down Skye’s spine. Was this real? She felt suffocated in this small room with this terrifying man and she had no way out.
“Sit there,” Troy growled, pointed at the floor by the ratty couch in the office. That meant moving away from him, so Skye jumped at the chance… she got back on her feet, and while she was still a little light-headed after her tumble she tried not to show it. There would be a way out, a chance for her to escape. She just… she just needed to stay alert, to wait for it, and see it when it came.
As she sat on the floor, motionless and tense, Troy stepped up… and unzipped his pants before he pulled them, and his boxers, down. Skye’s mouth went wide as she saw his cock. She wasn’t exactly shy… she’d been watching porn since she knew what it was but she’d still never seen a cock this size before. It looked more like a horse’s dick had been grafted onto a human by some mad doctor. He wasn’t only long, either… he was thick, thick enough that she didn’t think she’d be able to close one of her hands around him if she tried.
He seemed to like the look on her face. “Impressed?” Troy laughed, meeting her wide eyes. “Just imagine how its going to feel inside of you.”
“No!” Skye said, terror overwhelming him. There was no way. Even if his cock wasn’t a utter monstrosity he was just too big for her… but instead he had a beastly dick that was closer to a club than a sex organ. She had always been a small thing, but that cock looked to her like it was the size of her waist, like when he crammed it into her it would push out all her internal organs to make space. It wasn’t possible. “I… can’t do this! You can’t… It won’t fit!”
Troy laughed, stroking his cock and Skye realized in terror that he wasn’t even fully hard yet. “I always love a good compliment,” he said, grinning. “Don’t worry about it you scrawny little whore. Trust me… You can’t imagine how many times, from how many women I’ve heard that before. Trust me… I always make it fit. Haven’t had a problem yet.”
Idly, Skye wondered if any of them had survived… but it didn’t matter. He was coming closer, and he rested the knife right against Skye’s neck, making her freeze up. “You just have to make it niiiice and wet, and it’ll fit right as rain little whore.”
Her eyes darted around frantically… but she was trapped. There was no way for her to get out of here without taking his cock and that by itself seemed an impossibility. She looked up at Troy, knowing how small and scared she must’ve looked for him but unable to stop herself from begging silently for mercy. Instead, he smiled down at her. “Open wide,” he said with that grin. “And make sure you swallow every drop!”
No choice. No choice. No choice. She had to do it, to push her disgust and fear aside if she wanted to stay alive… but it wasn’t easy. She took that massive cock in both of her hands while his knife rested on her neck, feeling just how heavy his cock felt. Then, trying not to think about it… or about how cold the steel was on her neck… she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked his tip.
“That better just be some fucking foreplay,” Troy growled, looking down at her as Skye tried to move her tiny pink tongue all over his massive cock. “Because I don’t like teasing whores.”
Desperate, Skye redoubled her efforts… but she didn’t know what to do. She was licking over Troy’s cock over and over, trying to keep him wet enough for it to fit into her mouth, but she couldn’t do it… he was simply too big. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth and she had no idea how she could even take the tip, much less more of him.
Troy pulled her head to his balls and they too seemed huge to her. At his instructions she took them into her mouth, one at a time, and tried not to think about how much cum could be stored in the heavy things. She also tried not to think about biting. Maybe, maybe, if she bit, right now, she could stun him enough to get away… but then what? Even if he didn’t immediately cut her throat she was still locked in this bar, and he would be coming for her. Instead of signing her own execution warrent, she kept licking and sucking… and it was as she was tonguing at his second nut that Troy finally ran out of patience.
“I told you to stop fucking teasing, little whore,” he growled, the knife drawing a sharp line of agony across her neck where it traced a thin cut. “Now you’re going to stop being a little worthless bitch and suck my fucking cock, and do it well. Now. Understood?”
Skye couldn’t nod… not with the knife already cutting her. Nor could she speak. Terror filled her and words failed the charismatic college freeman entirely. Instead she could only whimper in what she hoped was a consolatory, agreeing fashion. Only hope he wasn’t simply about to kill her. Thankfully, a moment later, the pressure on the knife went back down a little, and she could turn her attention back to that mammoth cock… staring at it in hopeless defeat. How was she going to make this happen? It was just too big! She frantically licked over his tip over and over, desperately slobbering over it before she opening her mouth and tried to take her in… and in… and in. Skye’s mouth opened so wide that she felt like the corners of her lips were tearing, and she could barely breathe as she tried to cram an obstruction past her lips, but at least some of him was inside.
“Keep going,” Troy demanded, and Skye had no other choice but to try to take more of him into her. This was insane… he had to simply want to torture her, giving her an impossible task. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that her small, tight mouth was too small, that she wouldn’t be able to take that monster cock, but he had an unbeatable argument in the shape of a knife that left her no other choice but to try.
“I’m starting to lose patience,” Troy said, his voice rough. Skye felt hopeless, and that last thing she wanted to do was satisfy her rapist… but when death was the only other choice…
She reached forward with her hands, wrapped them around her legs, and pulled… forcing herself further onto him. She felt a sharp pain in the corners of her mouth and her jaw and joins screamed in agony but bit by bit she got more of Troy’s cock into her mouth, even if it felt like it was dislocating her jaw to fit.
“Good little whore,” he said, feeling as she tried to work him with her tongue. “Now remember – till the very last drop.”
She tried sucking more intensely, as fast as she could… licking furiously like she was a child trying to give herself the world’s biggest icecream headache. Her entire existence was consumed by one thought… praying that Troy would cum inside her soon. She couldn’t believe how low she felt, but if she had no other choice at least she could make her punishment pass faster.
“What a talented cock-sucking slut,” Troy complimented as she went. “Bet you charge all the boys at your school big bucks for this… I’d bet your pussy is high class, too.”
There was no warning. One moment Skye was sucking, licking, desperately pleasing the head of his cock. The next, Troy had abruptly grabbed onto the back of her head and rammed her towards him, forcing her to take him as he bodily pushed her down on his cock. Her eyes went wide as his monstrous prick simply forced its way into her throat, gagging around him. It was so long and stiff and hard that it seemed to contort her body to make it fit… forcing her to arch her back and straighten her her, turning her whole body into a sheath for his dick as her neck bulged obscenely. Then he pulsed inside her, sighted, and his cum started spilling straight into her belly.
Shot after shot of sticky, hot warmth pumped into her battering her insides while his dick throbbed again and again. She could feel the beat of his heart through his cock was it consumed her airway, defiling her insides with sperm. The only, pathetically small saving grace was that she didn’t have to swallow like this… he was flooding his jizz right into her stomach and she didn’t even have an option.
It felt like he had been cumming for a month when she realized the truth. His orgasm had long since ended… he was pissing right down into her gullet now. Her stomach roiled and her belly swelled like she had had too big a meal, and a disgusting, low growl rumbled from her stomach as it rebelled against the acidic bath it was being forced to take… but Skye just knelt there, locked into position on his cock while her vision grew darker and darker.
Then he pulled out of her, dozens of strands of sticky spit stringing between his dick and her lips. “See?” he said with a grin. “Not one drop spilled!”
The moment he said it, Skye coughed… and the tiny disturbance was enough. Her stomach rebelled and she doubled over, vomiting his cum and piss onto the floor from both her mouth and her nose until her stomach was as empty as her soul felt. She lay there on her side, her body feeling feverish and freezing cold at the same time, and far too weak to get back on her feet.
“You disgusting fucking whore,” Troy said, looking at the mess she made. “Is there any woman in the world who can go five minutes without making a mess?” In his fury, he kicked Skye in the stomach, making her not only vomit more but also fall in her own filth. “Get up,” he commanded. “And get those disgusting clothes off. I don’t want your mess anywhere near me, gross little whore.”
She felt even weaker than before, now. With her hands and legs shaking Skye was barely able to stand up by grabbing the edge of the table. Troy sat on the couch, looking at her, but even though he wasn’t between her and the door anymore she doubted she could move fast enough to outrun a sloth. Trembling, weak, she began slowly stripping her clothing off. It wasn’t even worth fighting about… she could feel the cum and piss and worse sticking to her skin, soaking into her… it was disgusting, and she wanted it off her. She feared the crap off of her with her shirt and skirt as she took them off, but hesitated for a moment when it was down to her bra and panties. It only took him to make a short gesture with the knife before she was pulling them off of her as well, however… awkwardly stepping out of the small black underwater on wobbly, unsteady legs.
There just was no point in fighting him right now… there was no way to win. She was too weak, and she hurt too badly… Skye thought he might have cracked a rib or two when he kicked her. He didn’t give her a chance to avoid that pain, however… as soon as she was naked, he grabbed her arm and shoved her back towards the pile of clothing. “You’re a disgusting, subhuman bitch,” he snarled. “What kind of animal leaves its filth around? Clean it up… don’t make a mess of my friend’s office.”
Swallowing, the naked teenager bent down, climbing down onto all fours as she grabbed her shirt, and began using it to mop up the mess she had made. There was something unbelievably degrading about this, about destroying an outside she was proud of just minutes ago to mop up her vomit and her rapists piss and cum. On all fours with her ass in the air, she knew at her cunt was on full display for the man behind her as she scrubbed at the floor. She started to sob as she did it, but one bit at a time she absorbed more and more of the mess into her ruined shirt. Then Skye froze as she felt the cold, unyielding blade of the knife as it slid inside her pussy.
The knife’s sharp edge scraped against the sides of her pussy as it slid into her… the point of it knicking her several times on the way in. Skye went completely, utterly still, her body tensed with terror as Troy pushed the knife into her. “If you’d acted with some kind of dignity and self respect,” he said coldly, “or if you’d done as I told you, I’d have given you at least a little mercy. I’d have put you up on the couch and we’d play with your precious little clitty until you were wet enough for me… but you had to be a worthless, disgusting piece of human garbage.” He grabbed onto one of Skye’s hands as she stayed horrifically still on the ground as brought it to her pussy… her fingers brushing his as he held the knife inside of her. “So instead you’re going to do it like this. Make yourself cum for me, little whore.”
Terror overrode thought. Her finger more like automatons, obeying the instruction, rubbing over her clit as she trembled on the knife. A horrible, pathetic plea bubbled out of her neck, only eventually coalescing into words. “Plllleaaassssseee…” she whimpered. “T-the… the knife…!”
He chuckled darkly. “Then I think you should stay very, very still… little whore.”
Skye was sure she was bleeding… she could only hope it wasn’t too badly. The knife was sharp enough that the cuts barely hurt… instead they just felt cold, and her terror warred with her instinctive desire to flinch away from it. That reaction would get her sliced to ribbons inside. Instead, she ran her fingers over her pussy… massaging her clit… trying to get wet for him. Skye tried to close her eyes and imagine she was at home in her bed, somewhere safe… playing with herself to a favorite fantasy. Every second or two, though, her fingers brushed the steel of the knife and it moved ever so slightly inside of her and the fantasy was destroyed with a fresh wave of horror and dread. Face down in what was left of the piss and cum and vomit she had left on the floor, Skye fingered herself as gently as she could for her rapist’s enjoyment.
The worst part was that it was working. She was getting wet. The fear actually didn’t stop the process as her skilled fingers coaxed more and more arousal out of her snatch, even as it was too paralyzed to squeeze down on the deadly plane of metal skewering her love canal. It was almost a relief when Troy spoke again. “Good enough,” he growled… and while the knife nicked her a few more times while pulling out Skye still felt an enormous amount of tension drain the moment it came free of her pussy. Of course, a moment later she was filled with a different kind of tension as she was lifted up and into his lap and she felt his cock resting against her tiny slit, still warm and wet from her mouth.
“If you’d been a good girl,” he said as he traced the knife over one of her breasts, resting the cold edge on one of her nipples, “then I would have made this easy for you. I’d have put you on your back and pounded my way into you and you wouldn’t have had to do anything… but since you decided to act like an ungrateful, disgusting bitch instead, you’re going to do all the work on your own to make it up to me.”
He pressed her to his chest, making Skye open her legs wide as his cock pushed against her belly. The tip of that monstrous thing went past her belly button and she had no idea how it could go inside her. What she did know, though, was that he wasn’t going to give her a choice. “Get it in, little whore,” he growled.
Skye’s eyes flicked down to the knife. That dick was going to tear her apart trying… but what choice did she have? Gingerly she reached down and closed one hand around the base of his prick, aiming it as she shifted her hips… pulling it closer to her entrance as she rose up. She tried to think about something else, someone else, anything else as she did so… tried to imagine there was something else between her legs other than this murderous rapetool. Skye slid the tip of his cock back and forth over her entrance, smearing around what lube there was, hoping against hope it would be enough to stop this from being torture as she spread her legs wider, wider, wider… and started to sink down.
The pressure built. Skye moaned, feeling it as his tip stretched her entrance in a way she never felt before. Just the tip was already bigger than any toy she’d ever used, any boyfriend she’d had… it felt like fucking a fire hydrant. Already Skye felt more filled than she could’ve imagined and it was only the start. She tried to move down, and the small cuts in her cunt burned as she put strain on them, but progress was slow… he was stretching her out, there was too much friction of her wall against his dick. She needed for force her way down, fighting not to pay attention to the pain as she went lower and lower, taking more of him inside.
“Doing good, little whore,” Troy growled as his huge hand closed over her small breast, squeezing it, playing with it as she fucked him. “Don’t stop now… you’re just getting started.”
Reluctantly, Skye started moving on top of him… raising up slightly so she could drop, letting gravity help her in her impossible mission. Nothing she did was going to let her fit all of him… she felt sure of that. Already her pussy felt stretched out more than she could’ve ever imagined. His cock felt like a log between her legs, just warmer and slicker.
It only took a few more bounces without progress before Troy lost his patience once again. “Worthless cunt,” he growled as his huge hands grabbed her hips, lifted, and then started to forcefully pull down. Skye screamed as she felt something… give… inside her, and she started sliding closer to the base of his cock once again.
“Stop! Stop!” Skye shrieked over and over again as she felt him go deeper inside her than the felt was possible. Centimeter after centimeter of his thick shaft vanished into her taut stretched lips, and she swore she could look down and see a bulge moving up her abdomen as he distended her body to make room for his prick as, bit by bit, it sank deeper into her.
“No stopping now, slut,” Troy laughed. Stabbing the knife firmly into the wooden desk with an audible thunk, he tightened his grip on Skye’s waist. The slim girl noticed his hands almost met around her narrowest point as he lifted her up slightly… and then began bouncing her up and down on his length, fucking her just the way he wanted.
Skye screamed so loud she knew the whole bar could hear her, but that didn’t matter to her. He was murdering her with his cock… gone too deep. He was too big and her tight little pussy couldn’t handle it... the head of his prick punched against her cervix with a body-shaking internal thud of impact with each thrust. He wasn’t fucking her… he wasn’t even raping her. He was masturbating with her body, wrapping it around his dick and yanking her up and down at the pace he chose. Tears streamed down her face as she felt Troy’s hot breath on her neck, his cock stabbing into her again and again as time stopped meaning anything… just an endless string of agonizing thrusts again and again until he finally finished days or years later, spewing and ocean of hot cum inside her that only added to her bawling misery and despair.
“Fuck, that was some good pussy,” Troy said, pleased with himself as he let go of her and leaned back on the couch. “They’re never as tight as the first time again.”
Without his hands to support her, the devastated college freshman couldn’t keep her balance anymore. Skye toppled, sliding off his cock as she fell to the floor in a boneless, limp heap… still shaking, still feeling pain unnaturally far up her stomach like she had never imagined. She didn’t look down to see if she could catch a glimpse of how messed up Troy had left her poor little pussy… she was afraid to know.
“I don’t think I said you could take a break,” Troy said, voice coldly amused. Skye weakly lifted her head up and noticed, to her horror, that that monstrous cock was still hard and ready. “The way I see it, you still have another hole left… and I’m eager to find out what your ass feels like hugging cock.”
Skye started sobbing again, hiding her face in her hands. She knew now that she would survive that. She knew that she wasn’t lucky enough to die. The only thing she didn’t know was whether or not she wanted to.
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