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It had been her fantasy for so long, but Sarah was in over her head.
She'd arranged it with some guy off some app, and she knew she'd made a mistake days ago - but he wouldn't answer her messages begging to cancel. After a few days, she'd started to relax, thinking that it had blown over and the man, Aaron, had called off the plan.
That was, until she was walking home after work, and noticed a large, imposing man following her after a few blocks. She swallowed hard, hoping she was imagining it and he was simply out for a walk. But with the intense way he stared at her as she hesitantly turned her head... She quickly shoved her hand into her purse, fumbling for her phone. Unfortunately, she didn't succeed before she was forcefully yanked by the collar of her shirt into an alley.
"No, nonono, please don't, I changed my mind," She babbled, then tried to scream, but after a moment something was shoved in her mouth to keep her quiet, and a blindfold tied around her eyes. She was roughly handled, half-walking and half-dragged into a vehicle. She had no idea how long they drove for, her fear making the seconds feel like minutes. After a while, the car stopped, and she was dragged outside and through some door, then shoved unceremoniously on a cold, hard floor. She whimpered through the gag, but heard a low chuckle in response.
"This is exactly what you wanted, little whore." said a man's voice. Aaron's. She shook her head, trying to turn in the direction she heard the voice from. She could hear footsteps approach her, and then her blindfold was pulled off at the same time as another set of hands bound her wrists with some rope. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light, then looked around her. Her heart sank - 2 men including Aaron, currently clothed, but she knew that wouldn't last. They gazed at her like hungry predators. She tried to comfort her frantic brain, trying to remind herself that she had asked for this, and at least they were reasonably attractive. Yet no matter how much she told herself it was what she wanted, she knew that wasn't true anymore. She wanted to back out, but she couldn't.
The one who was not Aaron approached her and drew a knife from his pocket. She inhaled sharply, anxious as he neared her, but he grabbed her shirt and sliced down it, tearing the pieces of it off her. Then he shoved her backwards, and she tumbled back down with a surprised, muffled yelp. He yanked her pants off her as well, along with her underwear. He brandished the knife one more time, this time holding it to the skin of her chest, and she froze in fear. But he lowered it slightly, and cut her bra off of her too.
The room was cold on her bare skin, especially the ground. She tried to awkwardly right her position despite her bound hands, but Aaron approached and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up into a standing position. She now noticed a table on the other side of the room, which she was now being guided towards. She tried to struggle, to pull away, but her attempt was half-hearted as she was nearly resigned to her fate, tears streaming down her face. What was she supposed to do? Even if she somehow managed to escape, she had no idea where she was, or how to get home, and her hands were bound together.
The man leading her brought her right up to the edge of the table, and then pushed her down by the back of her head, wasting no time in then tying her legs to the base of the table, and the other man came and tied her hands to the other side. She whimpered and tried to protest, but her muffled noises were useless. Aaron snorted a bit of laughter in response.
Both of them were behind her, so she couldn't see anything. She jolted as a cold hand touched the back of her thigh, then traced it's way up until fingers prodded at her pussy, one sliding slightly into her entrance and finding her bone dry. She didn't want this. Despite this, the finger pushed in and she winced at the pain of friction on her dry walls as the finger began moving in and out. She heard the man behind her grunt, and his hand momentarily left her. She knew not to be relieved though; after a moment it was back, and suddenly two fingers were roughly shoved into her with no warning, lubricated slightly by what she assumed was his spit, but not enough to make it not hurt. She wailed as he began brutally fingering her.
"That's right little bitch, whine for me." Aaron said in a gruff voice, his other hand slapping her ass hard. "What the fuck did you think you were getting into, acting like you wanted to be raped." He laughed derisively. "Rape is not enjoyable, and we intend to make sure you learn that." He said in a condescending tone. "Of course, it'll be enjoyable for us. I am quite excited about alllll the things you'd said you fantasized about." Sarah sobbed as the memories of what she'd said came back to her, but those weren't even the things she asked for! Much rougher than what she had arranged with Aaron... she got a cold sinking feeling as she realized all the things he might do to her.
"Mmmm, finally getting a bit wet." He mused in an almost appreciative tone, and Sarah was a bit relieved, even though she couldn't imagine being turned on right now, she was thankful for any bit of lubrication her body would give her, even as it betrayed her. A third finger pushed inside of her and she shifted uncomfortably. His hands were huge, and she feared what that might mean for the rest of him. "What do you think we should start with?" He asked, leaning over her back and speaking quietly into her ear. She whined in response, still gagged. "Ooh, the bottle? Great idea." He said in response to her wordless sound. She let out a protesting whimper, but it was no use.
He left her for a second, disappearing behind her, then she heard him approach again. She wasn't sure where the second man had gone, but that was far from her mind at the moment. She felt something press against her entrance again. This time cold glass... an empty beer bottle. "Now, I've decided to be generous and put a little bit of lube on this, mainly because I don't want to destroy your pussy quite yet... not until we've had our fun." He said with a laugh, pushing the bottle into her slowly until the neck was inside, and the bottle widened. Sarah tried to wriggle away, but she was tied tightly and pretty much immobile on the table. There was no way that bottle would fit. But Aaron kept pushing, until her walls relented and the thick part of the bottle began to slide into her. "Good girl, take it." Aaron muttered softly as he continued to push it slowly - then, unexpectedly, he shoved it all the way in with one brutal thrust. Sarah screamed through her gag as it stretched her walls and hit her cervix, but she had no time to adjust to the intrusion before he started fucking her with it rapidly, the pain drawing her scream out. "Take it, little slut! God, I want to ruin you." Aaron said, not slowing down his assault with the bottle.
Sarah wasn't sure how long he fucked her with the bottle, but the sharp pain subsided slightly eventually. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the bottle slow, and then pull out of her pussy. She felt oddly empty, but she was thankful for it, even though she knew it wouldn't last.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer." She heard Aaron say, and she heard a zipper then felt a new presence at her entrance. Aaron slipped the head of his cock between her folds for a moment, then lined it up and began to push in. He felt huge, and Sarah squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to breathe through it. He was as thick as the bottle, if not thicker, and just as long. But unlike the tapered bottle, he was thick for the whole length, all the way back to her cervix as he reached it. "Damn, you're still tight even after getting fucked with that thing." He said in a husky voice as he began slowly pushing in and out of her, but his slow pace didn't last for long. Soon, his thrusts got harder and faster, and Sarah panted in time with each as they knocked the breath out of her. Every thrust pushed her up against the table, the edge of it digging uncomfortably into her hips. Aaron's fingers gripped her hips tightly, probably hard enough to leave bruises.
"And you just keep getting wetter..." He said with amusement, then stopped, buried to the hilt inside her. "Maybe you're beginning to enjoy yourself too much." He said, suddenly sounding grim. She didn't like the sound of that. He pulled out of her, but she didn't get to enjoy it for long before she felt pressure at her asshole. This time she screamed through her gag, and tried to struggle against her restraints. "That's more like it, whore. Wouldn't want you to have too good of a time." He said as he began pushing his cock into her ass, forcing her resisting hole open until the head popped in. Then, he shoved inside her in one thrust. She wailed and screamed as she felt like she was going to tear in two as Aaron set a brutal pace in her ass. "I love to hear you scream." He panted, and she wished she could stop so as not to give him the satisfaction, but the pain made it difficult. "Good little rape toy." He said in response to her continued anguish. "I think it's about time for a new gag, though."
She could barely register any words, but suddenly the other man came into view. She'd forgotten about him. He yanked the gag out of her mouth, and she quickly tried to beg for them to stop, but no real words came out, just pained panting and wailing. It didn't last long before that man leaned forward onto the table and another cock was shoved down her throat. She struggled to adjust, gagging on it, but every thrust into her ass pushed her forward onto the cock in her mouth. She tried to relax her throat enough to withstand the assault, feeling utterly defeated as the two men spitroasted her mouth and ass.
She felt the thrusts in her ass become erratic as Aaron groaned, burying himself into her again. She could feel his cock twitch as he came inside of her, the warm cum filling her up. Without much warning, the same happened in her mouth, and she frantically tried to swallow before she choked. "That's it, good girl." The man in her mouth cooed, running his hand through her hair. That was the first time he'd spoken.
Finally, the two men pulled out of her, and she coughed as the remaining semen dribbled out of her mouth, and she felt some dripping out of her asshole and down the back of her thigh as well. She really, really hoped that was it, but the feeling of dread suggested that it wasn't. But, for a few minutes, she didn't hear the men. Had they left the room? She tried to savor the moment of respite even though she remained tied, but it was hard not to feel the misery of the cum leaking out of her, and the burning feeling in her asshole. She sobbed, not even bothering to try to scream for help or anything.
Then, footsteps again. Her tears kept rolling as she realized she was in for another round. "Let's flip her around." She heard Aaron say, then both men were back and untying her hands and feet. It didn't last long, Aaron pushed her over and then pulled her into a sitting position on the edge of the table. "I want you to see this part." He said with a vicious smirk. She felt the guy behind her climb onto the table, but he just sat behind her and held her still. She tried to close her legs, but Aaron pushed them back open. "Keep your legs fucking open." He growled a warning. She complied quickly, hoping that it would all be over soon.
She wasn't sure what would happen, but she was somewhat relieved to see Aaron pull out a bottle of lube. Then again... what was he going to do that required lube more than fucking her with a bottle would have? She saw him spread some on his hand, and had the horrid realization that, when they'd been talked before, just about hypotheticals, she had casually mentioned she kind of thought fisting might be hot... she never meant she actually wanted to try it, they had just been chatting! There was no way his massive hand would fit inside her. "Nono please, don't do this. I've- I've had enough, I know it was a mistake, I want this to stop," She sobbed, but suddenly Aaron's unlubed hand hit her across the face, hard.
"Shut up, bitch." He said, then pulled his fingers together, beginning the process of trying to fit them into her pussy. He didn't make much progress at first, but he just kept shoving harder until all of his fingers were buried up to the knuckles. Sarah whimpered, but stopped herself from saying any words. The guy behind her, holding her still, moved to wrap one arm around her waist, and the other moved up to her throat, holding it tightly but not quite enough to choke her.
With some more effort, Aaron managed to shove the thick part of his fist into her, and Sarah howled in pain at the intrusion. He thrust in up to the wrist, then began punching in and out, pulling his hand out just to the thickest part in order to stretch her painfully with every movement, but not enough for his fist to pop out of her. "Do you like that, whore? Fuck, look at that." He said, running a hand over her lower abdomen. She looked down, and saw her lower stomach bulging with each push. The sight of that and his wrist disappearing into her pussy made her wish she could just pass out, but she stayed terribly conscious, feeling every scrape against her inner walls. "James, why don't you help us out." Aaron said with a nod, then pulled his fist out. It hurt to pull out, but she was glad when it was gone. The relief was short-lived though, as she felt the other man, James apparently, lift her up by the waist and slide underneath her. Aaron helped as James positioned himself under her, and then together they lined James' cock up at her asshole, and dropped her onto it. Gravity did the work of impaling her on it. She breathed heavily to try to adjust to the intrusion, but rather quickly she felt fingers at her pussy again. Her eyes widened as she realized what they planned to do. She began shaking her head frantically.
"No, please no, there's no way, they can't both fit." She pleaded, but her words made Aaron shoot her a dark look, then his free hand shot up to her throat. He grabbed it hard, choking her a bit as he started to push his hand back into her. This time it felt impossible, she was already so full from the huge cock in her ass.
"Oh, you'll take both. But you'd better keep your goddamned mouth shut, I don't want to hear another word - or I just might kill you." He said devilishly, Sarah quickly shutting up. Or, as much as she could as he worked his fist back into her pussy, causing her to involuntarily pant and whine as her body tried to process the pain.
Finally, it was in her. Aaron's hand was buried up to the wrist in her cunt, and James' huge cock was filling her ass. She felt James grab her hips and begin slowly lifting her. At the same time, Aaron punched his hand upwards, assisting in lifting her a bit from the inside. The pain against her cervix was nearly unbearable , but the two men managed to lift her up and down, forcing her to ride James' cock as Aaron fisted her, while she whimpered and cried. But, eventually, something about the fullness and the angles began to touch at something just barely pleasurable. While Sarah had thought she'd appreciate some pleasure earlier, she felt betrayed by her body now. She couldn't withstand this enough to dream of enjoying it, but her body has different ideas as the feeling in her grew, feeling like a fire until eventually, release. She screamed as she came, with the cock and fist fucking her hard. "Fuck, such a little whore," Aaron said with a dark laugh.
After a while, she felt warmth as James came in her ass, and Aaron thrust his fist into her just a few more times before finally pulling out of her. She felt horribly empty, her asshole struggling to close for a few moments and her pussy aching inside. "Alright, whore. Was that everything you dreamed of?" Aaron asked in a patronizing, joking tone. He helped her to her feet off of the table, and slapped her ass as she struggled to find her footing, swaying and dazed from the abuse she'd just endured. "Welp, might as well get you home. Now, I'm sure you'll understand: if you report this to anyone, all you'll manage to do is end up right back here, and we'll be sure to make it even worse." Sarah wasn't sure if he was bluffing, but she didn't know if she'd gain the courage to try to get help after what she'd gone through. Really, she was just kind of relieved that they'd take her home, instead of killing her outright. "Come on, little slut." Aaron said, grabbing the back of her hair and using it to shove her forward toward the door, still naked and with cum drying on her thighs.