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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sex Slave {Dainie} (M+F, nc, humil, oral, anal)
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                                Sex Slave
                                By Dainie

Disclaimer:  This story is not to be read by minors or by anyone who hasn't
figured out the difference between fantasy and real life. This is a fictional
work about non-consensual sex involving one female and many males. If you
find it offensive you can always stop reading. Regardless of whether this is
your particular genre, I would welcome comments, feedback, criticism as this
is my first attempt at writing. I can be contacted at compton214@hotmail.com
****************************************************************************




                                MacDonalds! 

She simply didn't have time for anything else this evening. The case she was
working on was completely draining, 18 hours a day and still no light at the
end of the tunnel. So on her way home, she took a quick break for a Big Mac
and large fries. There weren't many people in there, so she stayed to eat,
and with some child like guilt, she thought she'd go the whole way, ordering
a strawberry milk shake at the last moment.

The deafening rumble of many motorcycles could be heard in the parking lot.
She watched as about 5 bikes pulled up right in front of the window. Looking
around, she could tell the other patrons weren't exactly thrilled at the
prospect of having to share their space with a bunch of bikers. 

Not just bikers, Satan's Choice. 

An uncomfortable feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Only three weeks ago
she had pulled off a miracle, and was now in the process of prosecuting a
Satan's Choice member. She remembered the threats that came from the rest of
the gang in the courthouse. Oh well. Just keep looking out the window, better
still, eat this thing and just leave. 

They filed into the restaurant with big smirky grins, looking around at
everyone, as if to say, "Yep, we're here! How scared are y'all...?"

"Okay everyone! Outa here, get goin'!" was the greeting from the leader, a
man complete with a beer gut, black scraggly beard and intense eyes that you
couldn't look into. Parents ushered their children quickly from the tables.
There was no time to waste. Sherrie got up quickly as well. Trying to look
casual, and was careful not to look at their eyes. She looked directly
towards the door, as if to focus all her attention on getting through it, to
get out as instructed. All of a sudden, the gang leader stepped right in
front of her, blocking her way.

"Hey, look who it is, guys, Miss nice suit, nice nails, nice shoes D.A.
Sherrie-Lynn McKay! Well, ask us how our friend is doin' Sherrie-Baby." he
mocked. A wave of horror and recognition passed through her as she realized
these were the same members who taunted her in the courtroom a few weeks ago. 

There was no way that burger was going to stay where it was. She knew she was
in trouble, and looked over toward the counter for help from the personnel.
Hopeless. The part time students were hurrying out of there even faster than
the moms and dads with their kids. In a moment they were all gone, and she
was completely alone with 5 gang members of Satan's Choice.

The other guys were making a bit of a racket, complaining that all of the
staff had left and what would they eat. The leader told them to shut up, that
they could have whatever was lying around in the kitchen.

"But who cares!" he said, "We got somethin' else here to satisfy us."

He was holding Sherrie's wrists tightly, and laughing like a cowboy, as he
pushed her towards a table, forcing her to sit on top of it, with his face
close to her's. He grinned and stuck out his tongue, making obscene
flickerings towards her.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped. "If you guys think you can get away with this
you're sadly mistaken! I'll see to it that...."

A sharp slap across the face. Sherrie screamed out in shock and indignation.

"Bastard!" 

Another slap. This one even harder, causing her to almost fall off the table.
Her sobs came out hysterically. 

"Oh my God! No! Please don't! Let me go! I've got to go! I have to get home!" 

He grabbed a handful of her long wavy light brown hair, pulling her head
right back.

"Listen, little miss shit bitch," he snapped, his face up close to her's
again. "The skirt. Off. NOW!" 

More sobbing and wailing, loud cries now. "Oh my god! Oh no! Oh no!" she
moaned through tears and a runny nose.

"DO IT!" He yelled like a dog's growl.

The navy blue flared skirt had a zipper at the back. Her hands fumbled with
it, but she couldn't manage it, she was shaking so much. He knocked her hands
away.

"Useless cunt!" he shouted as he grabbed her arm and pulled her.

He tore the skirt away from her body with one sharp yank. A white slip, with
lace trim, covered her shapely hips. Then that too was gone, ripped away to
leave her standing there in just her navy blue tailored jacket, white lace
blouse, high heeled navy pumps, and white lace panties.

All this time, the others had been standing there, watching and laughing,
devouring all of the burgers, fries and coke that they could find in the
kitchen. They quickly became far less interested in their food, and more
taken by the scene unfolding before them.

She was then told to undo her jacket followed by her blouse. She obeyed,
removing the two items that they had requested and they were quickly
discarded. Now all she was wearing was her shoes, bra and panties. There were
jeers from the others, and shouts to remove them, but instead the leader
pulled down the two bra cups, wedging them under Sherrie's firm, pert breasts
making them jut out even more than they usually did. He slapped the exposed
breasts and made them jiggle. Again and again, he slapped them.

Then he grabbed the front and back of her panties and sharply drew them
upwards, pulling the panty crotch between her pussy lips. That provoked a
series of "Whoa!" noises from the others. She was sobbing loudly and
uncontrollably by this time. At the same time, she was trying to keep her
balance. He dragged her over to the counter, between two cash registers and
told her to lie face down, over the counter.

There she was, the daughter of a judge, confident, assertive, pretty, and
bent over a counter top in front of a biker gang, practically naked. Her feet,
still in her high-heeled shoes, barely touched the ground. Her legs, naked
and ivory white, were pulled apart by his rough hands. The fabric of her lace
panties was wedged between her most private of places, visible for all to see.
Her small round breasts were flattened against the glass counter top. 

"Sherrie, my pals are gonna get you all hot and juicy for me, okay?"

Her head was below the level of the counter top, so she couldn't see what was
coming next. She almost heard the sharp crack of a hand, slapping her behind
before she felt it. It wasn't him, it was one of the others, because she
heard him laughing.

"That's it, Billy, give her a good whoopin'. She'll come down off her high
horse by the time we're through."

The smacks got harder and harder. Someone else was walking around behind the
counter, where her head was dangling. His groin area was now level with her
face, and as he rubbed the rough denim of his jeans against her mouth she
could feel the one behind her, standing between her legs. She heard the
unmistakable sound of a zipper coming down, and very quickly. Her white
panties were pulled aside, now a thin wet string of lace.

She heard him groan, and knew that he had just pulled out his dick, hard as
steel. She felt his cold hands pulling apart her pussy lips now, and didn't
know what she was feeling at the entrance of her cunt, fingers or... She'd
know soon enough though, as he wedged it in, uninvited, fast and dry. He
didn't care. He stopped half way, and then suddenly and violently, rammed it
all the way inside of her. Shocked at the sudden invasion, and the pain, she
bit her tongue hard. She wasn't a virgin, but she felt like one just then.
Her body was trying to defend itself, protecting itself by tensing up every
muscle.

His thrusting became fast and furious. Her body was like a floppy rag doll on
the top of the counter, moving with his, without resistance. With each pump of
his hips, her legs bounced up and out. Her shouting screams continued. In her
hysteria, she was screaming piercing cries and almost unable to breathe. 

"Luke, will you shut that bitch up!" yelled the leader to the guy in front of
her.

Within seconds Luke had unzipped and was shoving his hard dick into her mouth.
He laughed nervously, and then really started to get into it, thrusting his
hips so hard that her mouth was being pumped rapidly too, almost in sync to
the one behind her. As he fucked her mouth, she felt the other one pulling
out and shooting his hot white liquid all over her red ass cheeks. She was
very much aware of a fresh new cock being planted inside of her now, and all
the time Luke's thick organ was forcing her mouth wide open, and thrusting
deep enough to make her gag. After an eternity, but in reality maybe only two
or three minutes, Luke shot his load all over her face. 

They were relentless. The second guy was brutal, grabbing her hips and
squeezing them hard, as he anchored himself into her. He held her still, so
she couldn't flop around. He held her down, tight and hard, as he moved
rapidly like a piston, in and out of her cunt taking long, deep strokes that
seemed to go way up inside of her belly. His hands squeezed her flesh, his
nails dug into her skin.

More and more cocks were fighting for a way into her mouth, not wanting to
wait their turn. She could see all the different shapes. Some were large with
veins bulging out. Some were circumcised and others were uncircumcised. At
times there were two cocks positioned at her mouth, competing for entrance.
Sometimes her head was held still by the owner of the cock and he did the
pumping. Other times her head was moved up and down, while the cock stayed
still. There was no co-ordination between the guy at her mouth and the one at
her cunt. Sometimes she thought her body would not endure the shock of being
pushed and pulled so violently from both ends.

The guy inside of her started to slow down, clearly not wanting the pleasure
to stop with a cum. She could feel everything, his cock head at the entrance,
then slowly being right in, all the way up inside, then a few quick thrusts,
and then long slow and deep. She was lubed. The slippery squelchy sounds were
evident, others started to yell at him to come on and hurry it up there. She
could hear his breathing increase, as his rhythm quickened. The pumping was
now rhythmic, one steady speed, long and fast and deliberate. He didn't pull
out. She felt him stop dead, deep inside of her, and then the warm liquid
filling her body. Semen! A stranger's semen inside of her! She couldn't think.
Except bizarrely of dates circled on a calendar. 'Oh my god, no! It's the
wrong time, this is the wrong week!

He pulled out, limp and finished. Before she could even think about it,
another one, much easier this time, plunged into her wetness. This one was
harder, a different shape. It touched her insides in different places. As he
buckled and swivelled his hips, she felt truly invaded, his organ slamming
this way and that, deep and sideways.

While he pumped viciously the same thing was happening yet again to her mouth.
Her head was being held down tightly on a huge phallus, pushing itself down
her throat, to a place that was too small, too narrow. She gagged and choked
but it continued urgently towards it's final destination. Without warning,
jets of semen filled her mouth. An impossible amount was being forced down
her throat and strangely, in the midst of the most traumatic thing ever to
happen to her, all she could think of was how huge his balls must be to
produce such a large amount of spunk.

She swallowed. She had no choice, her mouth was being held down tightly. She
felt as though she wouldn't be able to breath until it was gone. She could
feel the hot, foreign matter already traveling down, inside of her body to
her stomach. The thickness of it and the taste, bitter and starchy, made her
stomach heave and she gagged again. But she wasn't to be allowed any time to
recover.

The leader stood above her holding her head up, and still breathing heavily
from his violent orgasm.

"Good girl! You didn't waste a drop." He said, as looked into her eyes. "Is
your pussy ready for me now?"

In complete disbelief, she saw that he was ready to go again. It stood out
from his body, rigid, threatening and massive. The thickest one she had seen,
she should have known, because of the way her mouth had been forced open. The
sides of it felt raw and stretched.

He moved around behind her and started to squeeze her ass cheeks roughly. He
ripped off whatever skimpy fabric remained of her panties, and formed a fist.
He buried his knuckles into her entrance, twisting his fist around and around
in the juices from his pals.

"Nice and big now, ain't it? I think your gonna like this one the best, Miss
McKay!"

She could feel the enormous tip, bulbous and swollen, resting there waiting
to take it's plunge. He rubbed it around in her opening, slowly working it in.
She could feel her entrance stretching wider than it ever had, despite the
work over from the others. As soon as the head of this huge, huge thing
passed through, she felt a temporary relief. The very next second though, she
felt as if she were being torn apart. He drove his cock right inside, her
flesh giving way and opening up for him. The thrusting was violent, deep and
hard. As he pushed and rammed, his hands gripped her shoulders to anchor her
body in one place. She couldn't move away from this one, she was being held
firmly in place and raped.

She could hear the others laughing, cheering, almost in reverence to their
leader and his stamina. 

It didn't stop. His assault seemed endless, and her whole body felt like it
was being stretched open. Gripping her shoulders tightly, he started to use
great long striding strokes. All the way out, then right inside again, each
stroke a penetration, each time his gigantic cock head pushing the fleshy
lips of her pussy inside.

"Oh God!" she thought. "What's happening to me?"

She found herself feeling suddenly very warm and flushed, and all the blood
seemed to be rushing into her pelvic area. As his strokes expertly quickened
and slowed, and the pressure against her clit caused it to burn almost. A
wave of pleasure took over her whole body, and she screamed out in pleasure.
Shame and lust intermingled, the lust winning her over at the end. Her climax
was just too much for the gang leader, and his cock, feeling all of the 
contractions from her orgasm, exploded. Jets of his hot white liquid burst
inside of her.

                                *****

Sherrie lay there, on the top of the table, curled up now, quietly listening
to her heart beat. She gazed ahead at nothing, dimly aware of a few low
voices in the background. A change from the raucous behavior of earlier. Her
whole body was shaking with cold, with shock, and a complete inability to
comprehend or deal with what had happened to her in the last few hours.

She heard the familiar clacking heels against floor tiles, as the gang leader
approached her.

"Okay, babe. Let's go, we're outa here. Put your things on quickly. You're
coming with us. The party ain't over yet." he chuckled.

"No, please. I won't tell anyone what.. what happened. Please leave me here."
she whispered hoarsely.

Another one of the gang was sitting across from her, dangling a familiar
looking set of keys. 

"Look what we got, boss, wheels! We can ride to the border in style, man!"

Her car keys. The border. She wasn't going home. This wasn't over. 

In total resignation, she was led out into the parking lot, to the back seat
of her own car. The gang leader jumped into the driver's seat and Billy moved
into the back next to her. He tied both of her hands behind her back, with a
scarf, used his belt to tie her feet together, and then gagged her with some
masking tape that he had found in the trunk of her car. He pushed her down on
the back seat and she lay there, unable to move a limb, her eyes wild with
fear. Billy jumped into the front quickly, and the gang leader screeched his
tires, as he spun out of the parking lot.

"Whooaa, yeah!" Billy yelled, like a kid on a joy ride.

They drove for what seemed like hours. Dark country roads, that's all she
could tell. No city lights, just blackness all around. She figured that they
were taking some back route through to Mexico, where there was no official
border. But why? What was it in Mexico that they wanted? Something to do with
drugs, maybe. 

As dawn was breaking she found out. The car stopped, and this time the back
door was opened. She was roughly pulled out and hoisted over the shoulder of
a dark, grubby looking middle-aged Mexican, whom she thought might have more
respect for a sack of flour than he did for her. He took her into what seemed
like the back of an industrial complex. She was taken into a small musty
smelling room, and the door shut and locked behind her. Looking around her,
she saw nothing but a dusty old filing cabinet and some empty pop cans on the
floor, along with some cigarette butts and old Styrofoam take out food
containers.

She heard voices. The gang leader and the Mexican were arguing about money.
The door was muffling their words, but she could make out a few, and her hair
almost stood on end.

"... you said five grand... my part of the bargain... nice white pussy... no
more than two.. too old... if younger, I give you more. ... too old, you take
two or nothin'..."
 
She was being sold, for two thousand dollars.

After what seemed like several hours, the door opened. She sat back, suddenly
alert. A young Mexican girl wearing a thin faded dressing gown and nothing on
her feet, walked tentatively into the room, handing Sherrie a small glass of
water and something wrapped in wax paper that vaguely looked like a burrito
with oily orange gravy seeping out of the ends. 

Sherrie was somewhat taken aback by the presence of another female, and tried
to make eye contact with the girl. Nothing. Sherrie took the food and looked
up again to say thank you, but the girl was already on her way out. Something
wasn't right. The way she was made up. It had been overdone and almost
obscene. Her beautiful young skin had been covered in thick face powder, the
wrong color, and her cheeks were almost smeared with a pastel pink that
Sherrie couldn't even imagine a street hooker wearing. 

A street hooker!

Sherrie's stomach began to churn wildly. The events of the day before
suddenly came rushing back into her head, having been momentarily forgotten
with the appearance of the young girl. She pushed the food and tepid water
away, unable to even contemplate the tiniest sip of water, and lay down on
the floor in complete despair.

                                *****

The young Mexican girl came back after about half an hour, carrying a white
drawstring bag and a set of keys. She held the door wide open, gestured for
Sherrie to leave the room and ushered her out into a dingily lit corridor.
They walked the entire length of the hall, finally going through a door at
the other end, into some kind of public washroom with shower stalls and sinks
opposite a row of rust-stained toilets. She handed Sherrie the bag and said
something in her native language, gesturing at the showers and the toilets. 

Sherrie, her heart pounding with fear of what her life was about to become,
took the bag with trembling hands and just stood there staring at the room
around her. She expected the young girl to leave, but instead, she walked
over to the shower and turned on the water. Still not looking Sherrie in the
eyes, she came back over to where Sherrie was standing, and started to remove
the torn skirt, blouse and underwear. Sherrie, in a stupor, stood there
unmoving, eventually finding herself naked and being pushed towards the water.
She stood under the cool spray in a trance, as the girl efficiently scrubbed
at her skin with a soapy washcloth, as if she were a vehicle in a car wash. 

An hour later, a cleaner, fresher-smelling Sherrie was sitting at a table in
a bar, dressed in a very short, tight cream-colored skirt and a matching
stretchy top with a plunging V neck line. Oddly enough, she found herself
remembering that she looked far better in white, rather than cream. Cream
always gave her such a washed-out look, her mom used to say. A lump came to
her throat, as she thought about her mother. They had never got along well
with each other. Too similar. At least, that was her father's opinion.
Sherrie wondered if she would ever see them again, and a tear rolled down her
perfectly powdered cheek. 

As a disco tune from 1978 played in the bar, two girls appeared on a small
stage at the front of the bar, wearing nothing but panties. Sherrie was
confused, expecting a strip routine, but she soon figured it out as the girls
embraced each other and started grinding their bodies together, in time with
the music, as they kissed.

A sex show. Live. The real thing, in front of a very appreciative audience,
Sherrie thought wryly. 

After a lot more kissing and breast-rubbing, and half a dozen poorly
simulated climaxes, the girls were 'ambushed' by a group of four muscular men
in T-shirts and jeans, who simultaneously jumped onto the stage. The men
wasted no time. Zippers came down and hard cocks came out, being furiously
stroked by their owners, ready for action.

Each girl was grabbed by two men, pushed down onto a large mat and their legs
pried widely open. Within minutes, each one was being fucked hard and fast,
while cocks were also being pushed into their mouths. Over the course of the
next hour, Sherrie watched as the two girls were used in every way imaginable.
And, further, they appeared to be enjoying it, if their moans, groans and
panting were to be believed. They sucked and fucked in every position possible
for four men and two women. At one point the women were put into a sixty-nine
position with each other, as dicks pumped in and out of their pussies.

Sherrie, mesmerized by the scene before her. She was horror struck by the
realization that this is what she was brought here for. She would have to do
all those things that the girls on the stage were doing, and pretend to enjoy
it, just like they were. 

Her thoughts were shattered all of a sudden when someone roughly grabbed her
arm and pulled up from the seat. She turned around to see the large Mexican
who had negotiated with the biker for her. 

"Get up. I got plans for you! I can't put you in my sex-shows, you're too
old!" he shouted over the music.

"I got my friends back here that need satisfying." he laughed crudely, and
led her into a large room off the main area, with a mattress on the floor.

Sherrie was thrown down on to the mattress. The bar owner grabbed her left
ankle and quickly secured it with handcuffs, to a metal plate that was about
six inches off the ground, on the wall. One leg and both of her arms were
left free. The mattress was filthy. Sherrie noticed the stain in the middle
and recoiled. 

Before she could contemplate what those stains were, the bar-owner came back
with another man. 

"Your first client, whore. You better be nice to him, you hear me?"

A big, strapping, dark-skinned man in his late forties stood over Sherrie,
looking at her body but not her face. He grinned and shouted something in
Spanish to his friend, the bar owner. 

"Hey, white chick, he says that your breasts are not very big. He's been with
Latina women, you hear me, you be good to him, okay?" 

Sherrie tried to hold her legs together, pathetically covering her breasts
with her hands. As her "client" shouted at her, the bar owner rushed back
over to the mattress with a white bamboo cane, in a rage. He grabbed away one
of her wrists and lashed her, right across both breasts. Sherrie screamed out
in agony like a wild animal caught in a trap.

The waiting man grinned, as she lay there sobbing. He grabbed her free leg
and pulled it towards the right, as he undid his fly with his other hand.
Without delay, he moved his body in between her legs, putting his entire
weight on top of her. She felt his penis enter her immediately, no warning,
no lubrication. Dry, it plunged right inside of her and started to thrust. He
was rough, like an animal. He wanted his satisfaction immediately. He pounded
her little body so hard into the mattress, that she could feel the cement
floor under them.

He was fast, hard and rough. She lay there, her body bouncing, her legs
moving up and down with his thrusts, her pussy burning with irritation from
the previous day. She felt it become even more rigid inside her, each thrust
now feeling like a scraping. She felt the spasms of his cock against the
tightness of her pussy muscles, as his orgasm began. With horror and relief
all mixed together, she lay there feeling his cum seeping out of her cunt. He
continued to move inside of her and for a moment she though he wanted to cum
again, but he was just squeezing out the last few drops.

He quickly withdrew, and was gone from the room like it had never happened.
The event had lasted no more than two minutes and the guy had not once looked
at her. He had just put his dirty meat inside of her, in a filthy room, and
used her hole until he came.

"Hey, white whore," spat the bar owner, as he stood by the side of the bed.

"You put a lot more into it with the next guy, okay? You act like you enjoy
it. You gonna be doin' this fifty times a day, every day, long as you work
for me. You hear? Okay?" His cane whacked the mattress right next to her
shackled leg.

"I don't wanna spoil your pretty white flesh with this, now, do I?" he
gurgled in mock sympathy.
 
"You do it the nice way, little lady, or you do it my way. If you don't wanna
do it, we'll tie your legs wide open and we don't care how many use your hole,
fifty, eighty, a hundred. And we use the cane on you too. You decide, okay?"

Sherrie lay whimpering on the mattress, as tears ran down her face. 

"Okay, okay." she whispered hoarsely, nodding to the bar-owner.

The next man was there in a flash. He swaggered his way towards her, grinning
from ear to ear, obviously looking forward to the pleasure he was about to
get, but looking somewhat self-conscious, as he gestured the bar owner out of
the room.

She opened her legs wide this time.

"Okay baby! Okay baby, yes!" he murmured excitedly, almost to himself, while
taking his cock quickly, feverishly, out of his jeans. Sherrie looked up at
him, her eyes pleading with his, in search of some tiny spark of human
integrity. His baby face just looked back at her's, with the eagerness and
anticipation that you would see on the face of a toddler, breaking open a
huge Christmas present.

She didn't feel like a person at all, at that particular minute. She felt
like a hole in the mattress. This was the worst moment in her whole life, so
far. But for the sake of her survival, she knew the rules of the game had to
be played. Sherrie briefly had a flash of books and movies, trying desperately
to remember what was in them. Papillon, Murder in the First, Escape from
Alcatraz. Tenko. How did they survive? 

It didn't work. She couldn't think. 

Her breasts were being mauled now. Her nipples squeezed and pinched, while he
placed his cock into position. Her head turned away and she was surprised
when he sharply pulled it back to face him. He was making her look at him. He
wanted her involvement. She watched him spit into his hand and lube his cock,
all the time grinning at her. He nodded, and touched her face gently, as it
slid in slowly. When it was in all the way, he pulled it out and rammed it
back in, this time fast and deeper than before. Sherrie's pussy, filled with
semen from the last guy, started to make squelchy noises. This time there was
no pain. A different cock, with a different size and shape. Easier penetration,
filled in a different way. Suddenly the bar owner came back into the room.

"Fuck him back! Wrap your legs around him! You're a whore! A white slut!
Remember? You enjoy, you give him pleasure!"

As she made a pathetic attempt to move her hips under him, she put her arms
around him and gingerly moved both legs up higher. She thought for a fleeting
instant of her boyfriend, the only one she'd ever had, and a bit clumsy when
it came to sex. In the last 24 hours she had been raped by seven men and now
here she was, bucking her hips like a street hooker, with a Mexican john.

In response to her movements, and sudden "affection", he began to groan and
moved more frantically inside of her. They fell into a natural rocking motion,
a rhythm that actually felt pleasurable to her. As his thrusts became
steadier and harder he reached his face down to her neck, kissing and biting
it like a savage. As she screamed out in pain from the biting, her arms
clutched more tightly around him. He was hammering away into her pussy so
vigorously, that the mattress started to move across the floor. 

He was ready to come. The head of his cock was swelling, as it was being
buried deeper and deeper into her body. It felt like it was inside her belly.
Her cervix was being battered, her pussy getting sore again and puffy now,
and as his sperm seeped into her, his movement stopped, and he appeared to be
in a trance. 

In less than 10 minutes she had been filled with sperm from two different men.
Three men an hour for 16 hours a day. How was her brain doing mathematics, as
she lay there also imagining that she would eventually be impregnated by one
of these animals, if not already? 

Warm sperm, quickly becoming cold, trickled down her ass, joining the other
stains on the mattress. And in front of her stood the next client. She became
vaguely aware of the fact that each time a man came into the room she heard
the tinkling of coins being dropped into a glass jar at the door. Sherrie was
being fucked for coins, and only two days before she had stood, powerful and
effective, opening her briefcase in a United States courthouse.

The next man was dark, swarthy and short, smelling heavily of perspiration.
Her legs were already apart, her cunt wet and swollen. His fingers were
running around her pubic area, and she wondered if he had ever seen such fair
pubic hair, as he pulled at them in a cruel, teasing like way.

Sherrie was exhausted. This was number three. Only forty-seven to go, yelled
the left side of her brain. She opened her legs wider, imagining that the
more she did, the faster she could get through them. She would do whatever
it took, to make them cum really fast.

As cock number three pushed it's way into her, she could feel it go deep. As
it came back out, she clenched her pussy muscles tightly around the shaft of
his cock. He gasped and moved slowly to enjoy every sensation she was
offering.

The sound of tinkling coins in a jar again, and from the corner of her eye
she caught sight of a group of men waiting their turn.

She continued the squeezing around his cock, as he plowed into her. She was
determined to milk him dry, to squeeze the cum right out of his cock. Like a
seasoned hooker, a whore, a prostitute, she reached her face up to his and
licked his neck, slowly and methodically making her way up to his mouth. His
skin tasted salty with sweat, but when she got to his mouth it seemed hot and
sweet. Crazy. Her senses were in overdrive as she licked and sucked his
tongue, while she bucked wildly under him. She felt intense pleasure from her
third fuck of the day, but just as she began to climb towards her own orgasm,
to what she had imagined would be one of the most powerful orgasms that she
could have, he quickly pulled his cock out of her and covered her stomach and
breasts in a warm spray of semen.

Weeping with frustration and confusion, her right hand went down unconsciously
to her cunt lips, rubbing furiously to release the tension, only to be ripped
away by number four.

He was handsome and younger, and Sherrie found herself groaning and pulling
him towards her, aching to be filled again. The other men in the room became
silent, as they stood and watched her getting fucked again, rubbing themselves
in anticipation.

But this one was cruel. She thought he would be better, but he was much worse.
The cane was in his hand, and it was clear that he wanted to strike her before
taking his pleasure. His large prick, much more ferocious looking than the
others, was hanging out, semi-erect.

He roughly pulled her onto her stomach and called someone else over. A second
man grabbed Sherrie's arms and held then tightly above her head. The caning
then began.

"Whack!"

The pain was unbelievable. Then the next struck her again.

"Whack!"

Sherrie screamed from the very bottom of her lungs, a sound she didn't know
could ever come from her. 

"This can't.."

"Whack!"

"...be happening" she yelled.

"No-oooooo, please!"

He pulled her away from the mattress, grabbing at her roughly. He sat down
himself and drew her up towards him. She fell over because it was hard to
balance with one leg shackled. Angry, now, he grabbed her around the buttocks
and pulled her down on top of him. She felt his large cock head pressing at
her hole. With a quick sharp jolt she was sitting right on it, his huge cock,
was fully impaled inside of her belly now, and it had slid easily in because
of the previous users.

He grabbed her hips, moving them rapidly up and down so violently that his
cock came out. She screamed in pain, as it was forced back inside of her.
This monster cock filled her entire insides, splitting her body apart. Her
cunt lips were being forced inside and then pushed back out again. Her whole
clit felt like it was going inside of her body, because his cock was so big
and thick.

"Oh---oooh my God!" 

Sherrie's cunt was getting hotter and hotter, burning like a fire now.

"No!" thought Sherrie.

"This can't feel good! I'm being raped! I can't cum like this! I can't... I
won't!"

"Oh my god! No, please!"

Her cunt lips were becoming quickly engorged as the pleasure started to build.

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes!"
 
"Oh my God, no!"

She panted, moving faster on her own now. He was anchored still to the
mattress, as she used him for herself. He reached his thumb down and started
to massage her clit, knowing that she was about to explode any minute now. 

That was it. Her pussy contracting. His cock was filling her up. Her clit
was being rubbed by both his cock and his thumb. The pleasure too great to
deny, she erupted into a series of convulsions and screamed out loud. Her
body thrashed and jerked on him, and her nails dug deep into his skin. Her
legs held around him, taut, muscles tensed like a vise grip. 

"Ye-e-e-e-s!" she squealed from the intense pleasure.

He began pumping now, faster, deeper, almost too much to bear. Sherrie's
gigantic orgasm had sent him reeling into his own orgasm, and he held her
tight, groaning loudly and pulling her hair, kissing her all over, her
shoulders, her breasts, her neck, her face. The feel of the hot liquid inside
of her gave her even more spasms. She held him tightly, as he panted and
slowly came down from something more pleasurable, she imagined, than he'd
ever experienced before.

With shame and pleasure, she buried her face into his shoulder and closed her
eyes. She was his whore.

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