Actually I was embarrassed at the short skirt and see-through blouse I was wearing—without the coat I would look like a street whore, but if that’s what he wanted I would give it to him, just this once. I wore spike heels and thigh-high stockings, a tiny transparent thong, and an uplift bra which left my nipples bare and visible through my blouse. I had even shaved down below, leaving only a small patch of fur on my tummy, because I’d seen him ogling some sluts in a magazine and he’d gotten aroused looking at their bare pubes. Although I usually kept my long auburn hair in a bun when I did my volunteer work at the library, I let it down for this occasion.

When I figured my husband was there, I started back home. Walking along, I was absorbed with what his reaction would be. I noticed a black van with some kind of writing on it parked by the curb, but didn’t pay any attention to it until I had passed, and then I caught a glimpse of a dark figure coming out of the side door and moving behind me. Suddenly I felt a terrible pain as someone grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me toward the open door of the van. My legs hit the bottom of the door and I fell inside on the floor. A dirty man dressed in black leather grabbed my legs and pulled them in, then slammed the door shut as the van took off with a roar. I fought my way to my knees and tried to attack the man with my finger nails, but I was grabbed from behind and he drove his fist into my stomach. I fell back, retching. I rolled on my side and vomited up the bagel and latté that I’d had for lunch. This made one of the men so mad that he slapped me hard across the face with his open palm. I had never been hit before, and it was a shock for me to realize that I was utterly under their control. My head bounced against the van wall and I think I passed out for a while. The next thing I remember was being drug from the van and across a closed courtyard to the door of a rundown house.

In the house they shoved me into a corner where I collapsed on the floor. I’d been slapped and hit, bruised and abused. All I wanted to do was escape. That was not to be. One of the gang, I later found out his name was Rocky, yanked me to my feet and held me up as he removed my coat.

“Look what we gote here,’ Rocky yelled to his partners. “ This little bitch is all dress up for a fuck party.” With that he grabbed hold of my blouse at the neck and, with one yank, ripped it from my body.

“Goddamn, look at the tits on this fuckin’ bitch. She’s wearing one of them bras where her nipples stick out. Let’s see what else you got on, bitch.”

I just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. I’d never been so humiliated. Nobody had ever dared to talk to me like that, especially someone as low as this Rocky animal. He was wearing leather pants and vest, with his hairy chest uncovered. He needed a shave and looked like he’d never had a haircut, or a bath for that matter. He was actually slobbering as he stared at my breasts. I believe I’ve seen dogs that looked more intelligent than he did. I lunged forward and tried to put his eyes out with my nails. Somehow he got one of his legs behind mine and shoved me back so I fell hard upon the ground. I was so mad I was actually livid. I felt I would kill him if I got the chance. That never happened. As I hit the ground I heard the loud snick of a knife being open, then felt the point of it at my neck. It was the other biker from the back of the van. He was grinning through rotten teeth as he slid the knife across my throat. He didn’t break the skin but he let me feel the sharp edge. “Don’t ever fuck with my friend Rocky,” he said, “if you ever want to get home again.”

I suddenly understood that my very life depended on how I responded to these maniacs. I promised myself that I would live—no matter what I had to do to accomplish that goal. Little did I know what that would involve.

Murph, the one with the knife, cut the waist band of my skirt and pulled it down while Rocky tried to figure out how to undo my bra—he finally took the knife from Murph and cut it the strap. I was naked except my little thong. I tried to cover myself with my arms but Rocky slapped me across the face and called me a stupid bitch. I put my arms down and Rocky grabbed my breasts and yanked and twisted my nipples. I cried out for him to stop, but he only grinned and pinched all the harder.

Meanwhile Murph was busy between my legs. He pushed them apart and wrapped his hand around my mound, rubbing it with his rough hand. He shoved his hand inside my thong and pushed a finger in my hole while he rubbed my button with his thumb. I began to feel strange and aroused in spite of myself. Murph must have noticed some change in my demeanor because he sneered and said, “You really are a hot cunt ain’t you? I figured so, when I saw you she was dressed like a fuckin’ whore.”

He took hold of my thong and ripped it off. Then he shoved a second finger inside me and worked it in and out. I let out a moan, I couldn’t help myself. It was like my body took over and had a mind of its own. I could feel myself getting wet down there.

Murph said, “Hey Rocky, look how wet this bitch is. She’ll be begging for cock in a few minutes.”

“You can have first fuck, Murph, I want her mouth.”

“Hey, do it man, I bet this bitch knows how to suck cock.”

Rocky let go of my breasts, undid his pants, and let them drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any under shorts and his big penis was already standing up. I tried to turn my face away from him, but Murph wrapped my hair in his grimy fist and held my head while Rocky rubbed the end of his penis against my lips. I resisted by clenching my jaws closed and Rocky slapped me hard in the face.

“Open up little piggy,” he said, “It’s dinner time. If you bite this son of a bitch I’ll cut your fuckin’ tits off.”

I had no choice, I opened my mouth and he shoved his dirty tool into my mouth. I gagged and almost vomited. I’d done this once for my husband, but I had made it clear to him that I didn’t care to do it again. My tormentor placed one hand on the top of my head and the other under my chin. Thus held in place, he slid his penis in and out of my mouth, as if he were having sex in this demented fashion.

“Suck it you fuckin’ whore or I’ll slap the shit out of you again.”

I tried to do as I was told. I didn’t dare to argue, the consequences were too severe. I forced myself not to gag as his prick hit the back of my throat. There, I said it—his prick, his dirty prick. I was beginning to sound like these animals.

“Use your god damn tongue. Lick it and suck it. Make it cum or you’ll be damn sorry.”

Now I sucked on it for real. I was swirling my tongue around the head when he pulled it back. I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. When my jaw got too tired, I let it out of my mouth and licked up and down the shaft. He pushed my head down farther so I had to lick his hairy testicles while he stroked his tool. I wanted to bite one of his testicles but knew I’d better not, so I just licked and sucked them hoping it would make him ejaculate and then leave me alone. That was not to be. I could hear him panting noisily and he pulled my head up and forced his prick into my mouth again.

“Get ready, bitch, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow it all.”

He suddenly rammed his rod all the way in my mouth and I could feel it jerk as he spewed his sperm down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away, but he held on to my head as he kept filling my mouth until I had to swallow to breath. His slimy load didn’t taste all that bad, kind of tangy but smooth—not at all the way I expected. I had never tasted cum before. Cum, I thought, so that’s they call it. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to clean him with my tongue.

“Lick my cock clean. Make sure there’s no jizz left on it.”

Jizz on his cock, I thought, if he wants me to lick the jizz off his cock that’s what I’ll do. If I do a good job he would go easy on me. I licked his cock all over and even sucked it a little to make sure there was no jizz left inside. He must have liked that because I heard him moan. So that’s what I must do, I thought, make them happy with me. I would swallow their cum and suck their dirty cocks so they would let me go. That wasn’t what Murph wanted.

“My turn, “he said, “get on your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told, and he knelt behind me. Now I was scared. He rubbed the head of his tool—his cock—between my legs. I tried to pull away, but he held me by the hips. I actually felt a tingling down there. I fear I was getting moist. Then he began to penetrate my vagina—my cunt, as he would call it. It hurt a bit at first; I hadn’t allowed my husband to have sex with me for quite some time, but Murph suddenly rammed it in all the way and I screamed. He wasn’t having sex with me, he was raping me. He pulled out and rammed in again and again.

The pain finally abated, I was getting very wet and that helped. He didn’t let up, but continued to thrust with long fast strokes. I couldn’t help but become aroused, my body seemed to take control, I began to moan. Sex had never been like this. It was like the rutting of an animal, like being mounted by a bull. Then he shot his load into me, and I had an orgasm—the first ever that was caused by a man. I had had them before, but only with self-manipulation.

I felt his hot seed shoot into my cunt and mix with the juices of my orgasm. When he pulled his cock out of me, his cum and mine poured out of me and ran down my legs. I collapsed on the floor but was dragged to my knees again.

“You really liked that didn’t you? I knew you were a fucking whore. Now clean my cock off. You know how it’s done.”

His flaccid member was hanging in front of my face. It was covered with our mixed jizz. As I brought my lips up to it I could smell the pungent aroma of my own cunt. I licked his cock clean and sucked it into my mouth. I felt strangely empowered with his manhood in my mouth. It was a feeling that I somehow enjoyed.

“That enough on my cock, “he said, “lick my balls clean. And some of your juice ran down on my ass. Lick that clean too.”

I could not believe what I heard. Hadn’t I been subjected to enough humiliation already? Did I have to lick his ass too? I wanted to rebel, but how could I? I had no choice but to do anything he directed; I began to lick his balls. After licking off the entire sack, I lifted it up and licked the under side thoroughly, then licked back between his legs along the root of his shaft. He turned around and stood with his back to me. I slowly reached up and spread his cheeks apart. His pubic hair continued between his legs and his asshole was surrounded by a curly mat of black fur.

I moved close and brought my tongue to touch his sphincter. I tentatively gave it a little lick. It had a tangy taste and smelled just a bit. I licked it a bit more. I told my self I could do this. They would never get the best of me. I knew he wanted me to more than clean him. He also wanted to humiliate me and have his pleasure in doing so. I would give him pleasure. I licked up and down the crease of his ass, paying special attention to his asshole. I swirled my tongue around it and even probed it with my tongue, trying to push the tip into his bowels. He must have been satisfied with my job because he moved away and told me to sit down. He brought back a bottle of cheap wine and drank some out of the bottle, then handed it to me.

“Here, drink this. You deserve it. You did a hell of a job.”

I took the bottle and turned it up. It was terrible, but tasted better than his shit. I gargle with the wine before swallowing it. I drank a bit more, and decided it wasn’t so bad after all. Rocky tossed me a dirty blanket and I curled up right there on the floor and went to sleep.

I was awakened by someone pushing me with their foot. I looked up through sleep filled eyes and saw a huge black man. His name was Robert and I remembered him as the driver of the van, only now he was naked. He reached down, took hold of my shoulder and pulled me to my knees. Dangling in front of me was a cock, the size of which I found it hard to believe. It was as long as my arm from elbow to wrist and as big around as my wrist. He held it in his hand and swung it gently to hit me on the lips. I knew what he wanted but had no idea if my mouth would accommodate his huge member. I only knew I had to try.

I grasped it in both hands and brought the head to my mouth. I found I could take the head and part of the shaft. I began to suck this huge cock and felt it getting hard in my mouth. Luckily in getting harder it didn’t seem to get much larger. I realized that this was the third cock I had sucked since my abduction. Great, I thought to myself, I’m becoming an accomplished cock sucker. Won’t the ladies at the library be surprised when I tell them? My ministrations on his prick seemed to be having the desired effect, he had a glassy stare and I felt that he was ready to cum. I wondered if I could manage to swallow it all, or if I would drown in his sperm. He had a different idea. He pulled out of my mouth and lay down on the floor, holding his cock so it was standing straight up.

“Sit on it,” was all he said.

I slipped a finger between my legs and felt that I was still slimy from being fucked by Murph. Maybe I could squeeze this huge shaft into my cunt if I took it slow. I would do it. I squatted over his cock and pulled my pussy lips apart, opening my cunt to be impaled. I grasped his cock with my other hand and lowered myself until his cock head started to enter my gaping cunt. I was surprised that the head entered easily. Murph must have stretched my cunt out more than I thought. I dropped down farther and took in a few inches at a time until my cunt was fully engorged. I stopped when his cock head hit my cervix. I must have had ten inches inside me and there was still some that I didn’t have room for.

I rested there for a moment, then moved up until his shaft was almost out of me, then dropped down again. I began to fuck myself on his hard throbbing cock. As I rode up and down his shaft I massaged my clitoris. I figured if I was going to do all the work I should at least get some of the pleasure. Actually I was beginning to like all this fucking. I was even beginning to like sucking cock. I was really getting into it when Rocky come up behind and push me forward so I was lying on Robert’s chest. I turned to see what he was doing and saw him kneeling behind me massaging his cock. I knew what he was going to do.

“Please don’t do that,” I cried, “I’ve never done that before. You’ll tear me apart.”

“You’ll get used to it. If you can take Robert’s cock, you can take my little dick up your ass. Just relax and let it go in.”

Just relax, I thought. Easier said than done. Granted, Rocky’s cock wasn’t all that huge, but my asshole wasn’t made for fucking either. I felt him spit on my ass and rub it around with his fingers. At least he wasn’t going to shove it in dry. As he rubbed my ass I felt it loosening up. He spit on it again, and slid a finger in. It just stung a little, but didn’t really hurt. It was when he shoved another finger in that I could feel some pain, but it didn’t last long. Finally he removed the fingers and pushed his cock head into my ass. It hardly hurt at all. Before I knew it he had his cock all the way in and was fucking my ass. I still had Robert in my cunt, so I started rocking back and forth, fucking myself in the cunt and the ass at the same time. Robert was in no position to move very much, but Rocky was pumping his cock into my ass and I was helping him by bucking back on his prick.

It wasn’t long before I felt Robert’s shaft begin to grow inside me. He let go with so much cum that it was running out of my pussy and dribbling down the crease of my ass and onto Rocky’s prick. That’s when I started to cum, and my spasms must have gotten to Rocky because he shot his load of hot cum into my bowels. I had never been fucked like that before, and never cum like that either. I rolled off Robert and lay sprawled on the floor. I must have smelled like a whore. I had cum running out of my cunt and my ass, and I still had some smeared on my face from when I sucked off Rocky. Robert got the wine bottle and we passed it around till it was gone, then Murph came in with another one. I know I got fucked a few more times, and sucked everybody off at least once more, but I lost track of who was shoving their cock into what hole.

I had never been much of a drinker, and all that wine made my head start to spin. I started to feel sick and crawled across the floor toward a filthy bathroom. When I got there I vomited in the toilet and collapsed on the floor. I must have passed out for a while because the next thing I knew Murph was standing over me with his dick in his hand.

“You lay beside the toilet like that, you might get pissed on. Then again, you’re such a nasty bitch, you might like that. Yeah, a golden shower, a nice piss bath. Let’s do it.”

Yes, I was a nasty bitch. If he wanted to piss on me I should be grateful. If he asked me to eat shit, I knew I would do it. Wasn’t licking his filthy ass the same thing as eating his shit?

“Wha…what do you want me to do?” I asked. I sat up, ready to comply with his every command.

“Sit on the floor with your back to the toilet.”

“That’s good. Now lean your head back so it’s over the bowl. Good girl.”

I was pleased to get his compliments. He stood astride of my hips with his dick in his hand.

“Go ahead,” I told him, “give me a piss bath. Maybe it’ll wash some of this cum off me.”

He let a hot stream of urine squirt onto my breasts. I was getting a tit bath. It felt warm and wet, and so very nasty. Some of his piss splashed up and hit me in the face. I slid my tongue out to taste it. It was quite salty, but didn’t taste all that bad. Murph saw what I was doing.

“Open your mouth so I can piss in it. You’re gonna like this. It’s even better than cum.”

I opened my mouth wide, and he aimed his cock at my face. He filled my mouth with piss until it was running down my chin. It ran down my body between my tits, down my stomach and finally soaked my cunt hair. With so much of his pee running and gurgling in my mouth I had to swallow. I kept swallowing every time I took a breath. I smeared the hot piss over myself. I rubbed it over my tits and massaged it into my cunt. I reached behind and coated my ass with his piss. When his bladder was finally empty he stood back and shook the last drops of pee on me, then, without a second look, he walked away. I was still rubbing my cunt; I was horny and I needed to be fucked.

Something seemed to change in me. I no longer felt like a library volunteer. I felt like the dirty fucking slut whore that I now knew I was. I didn’t care who shoved a cock in me anymore. They could fuck my cunt, or they could fuck my ass—I really would welcome either. I would suck their cocks and drink their cum, or their piss if that’s what they wanted. What I wanted now was for somebody to shove a hard cock in me. I crawled back out to the other room and sprawled on my blanket with my legs spread apart. I shoved two fingers in my pussy and fucked them in and out. Rocky and Robert were sitting on the floor drinking wine. They just glanced at me and kept on drinking.

“Isn’t somebody going to fuck me?” I whined, “I want to get fucked. I need some cock. Come on you fucking pussies, can’t you get it up? Come over here and I’ll suck all you’re filthy fucking cocks.”

I guess Robert got tired of listening to me because he stood up and told Rocky he was going to get Fritz. Rocky laughed like it was some kind of joke. Robert left the room but came back a few minutes later with a scruffy looking German Shepard on a short leash.

“You want to get fucked so bad,” he said with a grin, “Here’s your new lover. Thing is before he’ll fuck you, you’ve got to suck his cock first.”

“You want me to suck a dog’s dick? Get real, what am I going to do with that tiny thing?”

“Just do it, okay? Watch me. Grab hold of his sheath and jerk him off like this.”

He demonstrated what I had to do. I took his place and stroked the dog’s dick until his little pointed prick emerged from the sheath. It was too small for me to get any pleasure from, but I kept jerking it and it poked out more and more. Finally about three inches was sticking out, so I lay down under the dog’s belly and raised my lips to his stiff dick. I wasn’t sure what he would do so I just licked around the end of it. Robert was holding the dog’s head so I wasn’t too worried about getting bit. I decided it was safe to go ahead and suck it.

The dick tasted alright. I licked and sucked it just like I’d suck any cock, and pretty soon he started squirting a watery precum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could because I liked the taste of it, and I could tell it excited my audience. Rocky had his cock out and was jacking himself off. After a while Fritz’s cock began to grow. It got so I had to open my mouth wide to hold it all. It was shaped like a club, only almost flat on the end and purple with all kinds of veins. It was growing a big round knot at the base.

“That’s it,” Robert said, “get on your hands and knees with your ass stuck up in the air.”

I hurried to assume the position he wanted me in. As soon as I was down, the dog jumped on my back with his front legs at my sides. His body was draped along my back and he was drooling on the back of my neck. I could feel him trying to hump me but he couldn’t seem to find my hole. I had to reach under and guide his prick into my cunt. I also backed up a little so he could get all the way into me. Once he was in position he really fucked the hell out of me. He actually drove me across the room on my knees until my head hit the wall. I was screaming and squealing all the time I was getting fucked. I reached down and pulled the hood back off of my swollen clit. When I touched the little button with my finger it was like getting an electric shock. I flicked it with my finger, and every time I flicked it I came. I had so many orgasms I thought I’d die. At last I felt the dog’s scalding cum shoot up my cunt until I was filled and it ran out around his cock and down my legs. I fell on my face and passed out.

I barely remember being carried outside naked and tossed into the back of the van. I did know it was dark out. They drove for a while then parked and opened the side door. Somebody pushed me out the door and I fell on a lawn between the sidewalk and the street. I curled up in a ball. The next thing I knew I was lying in a hospital bed. I had been bathed and my husband was watching over me.

My husband took me home the next afternoon and I spent the rest of the day in bed. The police questioned me and I told them most of my story, leaving out the part about the dog. I described the van, but for some reason I didn’t tell them what was painted on the side. One more day was spent in bed, then on the third day, my husband went to work and I had recovered enough to get up. I drove downtown and did some shopping and was home by the time he got there.

That night I got dressed for bed in the bathroom and my hubby put on his pajamas in the bedroom. When I walked into the bedroom I was wearing a brand new, see-through, babydoll nightie that barely covered my pubes. I wasn’t wearing any panties. My husband just stared at me, admiring my body. We had some wild sex that night, and when we relaxing afterwards I told him that I thought we should get a dog—a big one, like maybe a German Shepard. I also suggested that we might sometime play some bathroom games.

I’d been home a week when the police called and asked me downtown to view a lineup. There were six scroungy looking men standing on the other side of the glass. I saw Robert and Rocky standing there, but when the detective asked me if I recognized anyone I just shook my head and turned away. The detective looked at me strangely, but said I could go on home. Well, you know, a girl has to keep her options open.

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