Chapter 6
The clock in front of the jewelry store read seven-thirty, six hours since Jamie and his two depraved married friends had left Margie's apartment. Her tears had long since dried, but she couldn't help remembering their insane rape of her tortured body. She could still feel the aching raw soreness between her long trim thighs where the two swollen penis's had ravaged her insides mercilessly.
The act itself, though horrifying, was not her most vivid memoory. The worst of the entire horrifying experience was her own frenzied cries to the depraved rapists for more ... more, more she had yelled through her screaming obscenities as they pummeled her helpless body ruthlessly until she had finally blacked out into unconsciousness. They had left her lying sweating and unconscious in her husband's bed where she finally awoke amidst the musky smells of sex and the ugly taste of sperm around her full, red lips.
Seething with frustrated anger she had managed to clean herself, then tried to get in touch with Gary.
Through dozens of agonizingly worthless phone calls she had finally traced him to a small pool hall downtown where she waited for him now. She stood on the sidewalk outside, waiting for him to finish his last game. He'd sounded friendly enough over the telephone, not lewd and ugly like Jamie always did. Maybe he'd help her. God, anything was worth a try....
"Hello, Margie," she heard him say as he walked through the dirty glass swinging door.
"Oh, hi," she said, startled by his voice behind her. "How was your game?"
"I lost," he said roughly. "I've been losing all afternoon, but what the hell. That's no big deal."
"Can we talk here," she asked suddenly, wanting very much to get on with her request.
"Sure, sure," he said quickly. "You're really, hot about something. What is it?"
"Well it's about Jamie," she said softly, not sure if Gary and Jamie were friends.
"That runt. What about him?"
"I take it you're not his friend," she said, continuing after he nodded silently. "Well, he's blackmailing me for something that I didn't do, but I can't prove it and there's no way for me to stop him by myself. I need your help."
Gary studied her for a moment, wondering exactly what kind of help she wanted. "What do you have in mind?"
"I-I really don't know. It's just that somebody has to make him leave me alone. If not I'll go crazy, I swear it!"
"Now settle down. I don't want a cryin' broad on my hands. Somebody might arrest me for beating you on the city streets." he smiled at her, trying to give her some kind of assurance that he was on her side. "You've got a pretty big order for me. Jamie may be only a mechanic, but he's got a lotta friends in this town, and if someone messed him up they might find themselves dead in an alley."
Was he afraid of Jamie? she asked herself. Maybe he won't help. Oh God what am I going to do?
"There would have to be something to make it worthwhile," he said, ignoring her questioning silence. "I could mess him up pretty good, make him swear on his life that he'd leave you alone. The only thing is, I couldn't do it for nothin'."
"Oh Gary," she interrupted. "I'll do anything, anything, if you'll help me."
He looked at her trying to hide a sly grin. There was something she could do that would make it worthwhile. Besides he'd wanted to get rid of Jamie for a long time. That punk was muscling in on too many of his deals, getting to be too powerful in their circle of small time hoods. This is a perfect opportunity to run his ass out of town.
"Well, the one thing you could do for me, we've already done together anyway," he said, looking up at the jewelry store clock.
"What do...." she stared to say, but remembered the only thing they had done together. They'd shared something undefinable that one night, and there seemed to be no reason for her not to do it just one more time, especially if he could stop Jamie from haunting her. Ben ... well, poor Ben doesn't know about anything else, so one more certainly can't hurt. Besides it was so nice ... Her thoughts continued while he lit a cigarette. She could still feel the painful ache between her long supple thighs, but knew that it would go away if she were with Gary ... no, once more wouldn't hurt if it meant getting rid of Jamie and all her troubles.
"You know I'm married," she asked, stalling him for a moment. "Sure, but that shouldn't matter."
"W-where do you want to go?" she asked uncertain iy.
"Oh, hell, that's no problem. There's just one more thing I'd better tell you, because I don't think you quite understand what I mean."
She looked at him quizzically, unsure of herself.
"You know I told you that I just lost another pool game. Well, I owe those guys some money in there. But if I told them about you, you could probably make a fair trade for me, and I'd be in the clear."
You're crazy," she whispered in disbelief. "I'm not a whore, a common slut. I only did those other things with Jamie and then with those other men because I was forced to. I can't do something like that. Oh my God, you must be sick!"
"Ah hell, no sweat," he said casually. "It's just that I'm probably the only guy in town who could turn Jamie off and get away with it. But if you don't want that badly enough, then we don't have to worry, do we?"
They're all alike, she thought bitterly. All men are the same. Sex, sex, sex, is all they think about. They don't care about human feelings. But as she looked at Gary's noncommittal face she remembered Jamie and his cruel torments. He'd forced her to do things she had never dreamed of before', and now he held her powerfully in his evil grip. She had to get out of his trap somehow....
"Why can't we do it, just you and I," she asked. "I really enjoyed it with you, Gary, and I would again."
"No," he said softly. "We can do that anyway some other time. I'm in a lot of financial trouble right now, and you'd be helping me as much as I'm helping you if you let a couple of the boys get their kicks. Hell, they don't mean anything to you, not nearly what Jamie means."
He was right. They meant nothing to her, and it wouldn't really be unfaithful. Besides, Jamie would be out of her life forever.
"OK," she said softly.
"That's great, Margie. You don't know how much money you've saved me. Wait here a minute and I'll ask the guys if the trade's alright with them."
She stood on the street as he ran back into the pool hall and called his friends into a corner. The five long-haired pool hustlers left their tables and went to the corner.
"I've really got somethin' hot for you guys," he said looking at their expressionless faces and rubbing his hands together.
"You see that chick standing outside the door?" he asked and waited until they looked outside then returned their attention to him. "Who'd like to fuck that:"
One of them emitted a low soft whistle. "What makes you think she will?" one of them asked.
"For five bucks apiece you'll find out," he said.
"Christ, just another whore," another said. "I can get laid by one of them any time I feel like it."
"She's no whore, baby," Gary grinned. "She's a married chick who's got some problems. Besides, she's a friend of mine and I told her I'd help her out"
They all looked at each other, then at Gary, nodding slowly. He told them to meet him in the alley outside, "I'm gettin' my trick first, then I'll come to the end of the alley and get the next guy in line. That way all six of us'll get our rocks off."
"What if someone catches us," a tall red headed man asked.
"We can take care of that. Just stand at the end of the alley and look out for anyone, then just give a holler if they start coming into the alley."
They nodded in agreement and reached into their pockets and gave Gary the money. Easiest twenty-five bucks I ever made, he grinned to himself and walked out the doorway.
Outside he took Margie's arm and walked away from the pool hall toward the alley. He told her about the arrangement, and she wanted to back out immediately. What kind of girl did he think she was? She couldn't let five men use her in some dirty back alley. She had to keep some of her pride. But then he told her that there was no way to back out now. He'd given his word, and his friends trusted him. If she walked out on him he'd never be able to explain it ... besides she had to think about Jamie.
Margie could hear the five young men following about fifty feet behind them and felt uneasy, as if she were being followed by a pack of wolves. Gary's hand rested on her shoulder and rubbed gently at her soft skin. She could feel a cool summer breeze slither up the insides of her of her bare legs and she wondered why Gary had to be so heartless as to make such an awful proposition to her. She'd felt something when they had made love before, and she probably could feel it again if she were just going to be with him alone ... but that wasn't part of their bargain.
As they walked in the darkness she felt his hand slide down her shoulder and slip over the smooth round orbs of her buttocks, kneading the plaint flesh salaciously. "Gary, don't" she pleaded.
"You just turn me on too much, baby," he grinned at her. "I remember last night like it was still happening. I'll probably never forget that."
At another time, another place she might have smiled at his off-hand compliment, but as they walked, the five men not far behind, she couldn't find any reason to smile knowing they were watching Gary's hand toying with the resiliant flesh of her buttocks through her light summer dress.
A few steps further and they turned into the alley where he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close to him, crushing his mouth over her full red parted lips. She felt his tongue slide easily into her mouth and stab at the tender red roof of her mouth, but she didn't respond and he let go of her.
"Down here," he said and walked toward the center of the alley. She could see the sillouettes of the five at the entranceway behind them, and the flickering light of a streetlamp at the far entrance.
"God!" she gasped aloud when she realized that they were going to take her right here in this dark alley standing against a wall.
He stopped beside some large empty packing crates and looked back to see if his friends were still there. She waited, listening to his heavy breath in the darkness then felt his hand slide under her dress and along the trembling flesh of her thighs. A chill ran up her spine, not from the cold, but from the cold realization that she was sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of sin. She was standing in an alley with a man who was not her husband, and his hand caressed her thighs, while five of his friends waited at the entrance to the alley waiting their turns to humiliate her innocent young body to serve their perverted primitive desires.
Suddenly she gasped and bit her lip as his fingers slipped under the tight elastic band of her lace bikini panties and slid quickly through the silken red pubic hairs to the moistening pink vaginal lips. She squirmed uncomfortably at the first uncontrollable tinglings of her clitoris, but didn't protest as he began rubbing the swelling bud expertly. She felt a strong pressure on her wrist and allowed her hand to be guided to the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Take it out,'" he ordered through his heavy breath and let go of her hand.
She fumbled for a moment with the zipper, rubbing her fingers unconsciously at the hardening bulge, then unzipped his pants and freed his thick pulsating penis from its prison. Involuntarily she began stroking the rigid shaft as it grew even larger, forcing her to remember the night before when he had skewered her mercilessly with the driving cudgel. And now, in the alleyway, she felt the tingling rising in her trembling loins as she recalled the rapturous love they had made less then twenty-four hours before. She had learned all too well to obey the commands of her erotically aroused senses, and rolled back her head to sigh with unwanted delight at the tortuous finger that brushed harder and harder against her swollen clitoris.
The finger left the throbbing red bud for a moment and grasped the top elastic of her skimy tight panties, pulling them easily down her hips and letting them fall to the ground. As she lifted her leg to kick them off her ankles, the wet ruffled lips of her vagina quivered in the sudden onrush of cool night air and she shuddered at the lascivious sensation. His hands kneaded at the pliant quivering orbs of her buttocks, tracing circles with his fingers along the pink moist crevice between them.
She looked up between the building at the sky above her with its blinking stars, and saw Orion. But she didn't want to talk to the constellation any more as she had as a girl. She had changed too much to talk to the stars any more. Instead her aroused senses felt the seeping liquid of unwanted erotic excitement slip through the soft red pubic hair and trickle down her long ivory thighs. She was going to be screwed outside under the stars in a dark alley, and yet somehow it didn't seem strange to her, only strangely exciting. Everything she could think of was exciting her to her quivering clitoris and confused mind. There was Jamie, the marajuana, the wild party with the girl on the stage, and even the five waiting young men to the entrance to the alley. All of these things seemed real to her, and nothing in the world outside of her own aroused desires had any meaning.
"Wow, baby," he whispered breathlessly and she realized that she was bringing him near a climax, by simply massaging the throbbing head of his rock-hard penis. "Turn around," he ordered.
Obediently she turned and leaned against one of the large empty wooden crates. She felt him raise her skirt up over her trembling buttocks, exposing the smooth round flesh to the bright moonlight that filtered down through the buildings to the floor of the darkened alley. His hands slid down the perspiring crevice and tapped for a second at the tiny hairless of her tiny puckered anus, shooting sparks of volcanic desire through her aching loins.
Eagerly she spread her long supple legs and bent further forward so he could have better access to her waiting vagina. She didn't feel wild and abandoned as she had the night before, but his teasing salacious touch still felt good, and good enough to cause a fresh flow of burning lubricating juices from her quivering vaginal entrance. Her smooth round buttocks jiggled as she felt him probe against her nicest pink lips with the purplish head of his throbbing thick cock, searching for the expanded trembling entrance to fiery cavern of her naked vagina. Margie moaned with delight as the engorged head grasped a foothold in the throbbing opening, and she clenched her buttocks in an erotic effort to wriggle the red flushed muscles of her vaginal passage.
Suddenly he shoved his slim hips forward and rammed the throbbing prick deep into the wet smooth confines of her clasping pussy, sending waves of pain and excited passion up her spine. She whimpered, half in pain and half in pleasure as his massive cock thrust deep inside the trembling pink passage. His hands gripped the smooth rounded curves of her hips and eagerly pulled her quivering buttocks back towards his rigid thrusting cock.
"Oooohhh," she moaned and responded to his rhythm with backward thrusts of her own, spurred by the obscene touch of his cold metallic zipper against her soft, naked buttocks. They were both clothed, yet here, standing in an alleyway, they were screwing like a pair of lust-maddened animals. There was no reason for it, yet she couldn't find any other reason in the back of her mind for not doing it. At this moment as his passion rose, she had no husband, no future and no past ... only the intensity of the moment ... the delicious electrifying, erotic present.
Another flow of fiery lubricating juices suped from her clasping, hair-lined pussy as she heard him groan with pleasure, pushing his throbbing hard cock deeper into her ravaged vagina from the rear. Everyone wants to do it from behind nowadays, she thought sarcasticly to herself, then suddenly whimpered out loud as he started rotating his hips in long lascivious circles, forcing his pulsating cock to brush against the deep inner walls of her ravaged vagina. He was panting almost uncontrollably, undulating his hips, then pulling his cock halfway out, only to thrust the huge organ forward again, with a hard jerking stab, filling her belly with the smooth rubbery head of his pulsating rod of flesh. He was screwing her in an alley like a filthy street whore, and she was enjoying it. He reveled in the fact that he had talked her into the obscene fucking so easily and masterfully. Sure, he'd get rid of Jamie Barth, but by God, he'd fuck this hot little bitch half to death before he'd ever release his hold on her. Now, she was his to use as he wished, and the thought of his newfound power spurred him to even greater heights of blistering excitement.
"Mmmm," she moaned in the darkness as he quickened his obscene fucking of her now rapidly clenching pussy from behind. She could feel his strong hands gripping the soft pliant flesh of her well-rounded hips, pulling her moonlike buttocks backward, brutally smacking her full, firm bottom against the coarse fabic of his trousers. She mewled with delight at the thunderous smacking that was stoking the raging fires of her rising climax. But behind her Gary was already enraptured in the tremendous pressures that were building in his swollen testicles. Hurrying, faster than before, he clenched his teeth at the painful clasping of her raging vagina, feeling the first throes of orgasm started peeling away at the tender insides of his balls, ripping like broken glass at the tortured rock-hard flesh until finally it came.
Like a raging torrent the flood of white burning sperm shot through the pulsing canals on the twitching underside of his stiff, throbbing cock, making his buttocks clench and unclench as he spastically jerked forward, squealing like a wounded animal in orgiastic obsession until all his flowing sperm exploded and filled the jerking girl's lust-maddened cunt to overflowing.
"Aaaaggghhhh," Margie suddenly cried out as his sperm filled her jerking cunt and sent her over the brink of climax into a wild flaming eruption of fire and blinding light until her writhing body fell limply over the empty packing case.
Half-conscious and almost exhausted she didn't feel him pull his deflated penis from her tightening pussy with a soft plopping sound and walk quietly away. She stood, leaning over the empty carton, unaware of the footsteps coming near her. Her quivering buttocks stood out in the erie moonlight in a lewd invitation for the second man to come directly to the packing crate where he quickly unzipped his pants.
She heard the zipper and braced herself for his obscene intrusion, not bothering to look back at him., She not only didn't want to see who he was, but wanted to remain anonymous herself. She shuddered as she felt both of her large hands slide over the trembling flesh of her full round buttocks, gently massaging the resiliant orbs in fascination. He'd never screwd a girl from behind before, and just stared at the trembling ivory bottom for a moment, his fingers fondling the soft flesh lightly with small tantalizing circles.
Like a cold machine she bent forward waiting for him to begin. She could hear his heavy breath as he moved against her, pressing his thick stiff rod between the open crevice between the cheeks of her hairless bottom. His throbbing penis, hard and erect, slid between her thighs, but missed its mark, and he gasped one fleshy cheek with his left hand, while his right hand wrapped around his searching cock and guided it to the wet open oriface -lined with soft, downy pubic hair. With a soul searching sigh he easily slid the passive organ into the stretched quivering pink opening, resting for a second inside the confines of her just-fucked cunt. She felt him move slowly backward, then forward again, both hands grasping at the trembling white flesh of her exposed backside, pulling her full-rounded hips toward him when he thrust his savage penis greedily forward.
As he intensified his frantic thrustings, punctuated by sharp obsessed grunts, Margie felt the smoldering erotic-fires of desire begin to burn again deep in her trembling belly. His increased obscene tempo was starting a new flood of vaginal juices, lubricating the hot sliding cock as it rasped along the heaving insides of her open, upraised cunt. The elctric shocks that had racked her body during her climax with Gary were returning and she jerked her twitching buttocks backward to meet his driving thrusts, but it just wasn't enough for her hardto-please pussy.
"More, she shouted at him. "Fuck me harder, more, now! Now!"
She felt him respond eagerly and suddenly slam his massive throbbing cock deep into her aching cunt in a spastic effort to meet her obscene demands. Her swearing had suddenly incited him almost to a fury and he drove at her with all the power in his aching loins, crushing and slamming against her jerking buttocks as he rose higher and higher on the perverted plane of orgasm.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, Oh, Fuck! Fuck! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!!"
Bastard?! I'm no bastard you bitch, he thought through frenzied fucking and reared back, holding for one split second then rammed the whole weight of his body behind one powerful earth shattering thrust, driving his massive throbbing cock completely to the hilt, pushing the furthest confines of her clasping pussy up into the inner organs of her quivering stomache. The blunt rubbery point pressed viciously against her hard knob-like cervix and she gasped with joy as he withdrew his stabbing shaft then pummeled her again, stretching the smooth, wet cuntal walls to their greatest limits.
Now! Now! Oh God Now! her lust-maddened body screamed and she jerked her jiggling buttocks back against him, suddenly clenching his fiery stabbing spear with the powerful vaginal muscles and holding it still while she spastically shook her jerking bottom back and forth in a wild abandoned sexual frenzy until the rippled muscles in her suddenly exploded in an erupting volcanic orgasm that left her limp, hanging over the empty crage in a dejected, but fulfilled exhaustion.
Laying there, half-conscious, she was like a rubber toy being skewered by the sex-crazed man who could no longer control his unvented passions. His pummeling penis crushed her helpless backside again and again against the packing crate, but there was no pain, only the animal-like grunting that pushed through her barely parted lips.
Like a wild, sex-crazed animal he drove his throbbing cock timelcssly into her pink flaccid vaginal opening, short choking coughs rumbling from deep in his throat. He was erratic, out of control and thrusting aimlessly, skewering her from every angle with his rock-hard jerking cock while the stretched taut purplish skin felt as if it were going to be torn off with every spastic stroke. His rough hands helds her hips and pulled her tightly as fucked her like a short-cocked dog fighting for the flaming eruption for a long awaited climax.
She felt the jerking short and long strokes, knowing that he was near the end of his obscene passion. One thrust would be short and almost childlike, while the next drove savagely into the deep dark fiery orifice until the engorged head of his pulsating cock rammed hard against her cervix. She sensed his rough hands moving over her exhausted hips to the tops of her trembling thighs and suddenly jerk them upward, lifting her feet off the ground. Squealing with the fear that she migh fall, she held on to the top of the crate while the lust-maddened man held her quivering hips in the air, still pummeling with his spastic jerking thrusts of prolonged passion. Her wet pink clasping pussy was pointing straight back at him, giving him an even greater entry as he pulled her long ivory thighs further apart and lunged forward sinking the entire length of his massive lust-ridden prick into her straining stretched pussy, making her gasp, frantically with pain feeling as if he ravaged cunt had burst deep inside her.
A lewd grin across his shadowed face as she squealed and he lunged forward again. She could squeal all she wanted, by God. He'd fuck her until she'd pass out ... but he never got the chance. Suddenly she felt him stop his vicious thrusting, holding his long throbbing prick deep inside her, then shudder violently gasping for breath as the first jets of sperm shot from his aching balls through his jerking cock and spewed deep into her ravaged belly. Spasms of passionate fullfillment racked his body until finally he stood straight, breathing like an exhausted miler, and pulled his deflating penis from her burning vagina with a soft sucking sound.
He'd get her another time, he thought sadistically and dropped her to her knees, listening to her cry of pain as her knees hit the asphalt of the alley. He was done for now, but he'd find a way for more of that hot little pussy, that's for goddamned sure.
Painfully she got up from her knees, feeling the terrible ache between her weakened thighs. A throbbing pain came from the deep dryness of her vagina. The excited entrance was now raw as if it had been torn by two much savage use. Through the pain she bit her lip, looking up to see him tucking his shirt in his trousers and staring at her soft down-covered pubic mound.
He grinned a lewd toothy grin and walked away without a word as she straightened her rumpled skirt, then leaned against the packing crate and waited for the next one.
In less than a minute he came quickly up the darkened alleyway and stood in front of her, leering through his dark squinting eyes. He was a full head taller than she was and the muscles of his overdeveloped arms strained through the light material of his summer shirt.
Wordlessly she turned around, raised her skirt and leaned forward against the empty packing crate. But he had other plans and roughtly twirled her around and pushing her backwards down to the hard gravelly asphalt of the dirty alley floor. Margie tried to turn away from him and get up to relieve the biting pain of the rough greasy street, but he crushed her with his weight and tore at the thin straps of her dress, pulling it back to expose the quivering softness of her full rounded breasts. His finger and thumb pulled at the tiny pink nipple of one succulent breast to bring it to hardness, but the pain in her body had finally won over the maddening urge for sex and she trembled with fear instead of ecstasy. She could feel the rock hard bulge in his trousers as he lay over her, breathing like a wounded animal.
His heavy breath blew the dust by her head and she felt the terrible grinding pain of the pebbles beneath her. She tried to squirm into a more comfortable position, jiggling her long ivory thighs to ease the aching pain in her sore, dry vagina, but it didn't work.
His hand slid over her trembling white skin, working down over her quivering belly to the soft red pubic hairs that covered her aching crotch, then slid into the dry pink slit and rubbed at the limp cold clitoris.
She heard him unzip his pants, but didn't bother to react. She didn't care whether he fucked her or not. Her loins ached from the savage raping she had been subjected to during the last two days, and no longer carried the frightening tingling of passion through her long sleek body. The pressure of his strong hands pushed her weakened thighs apart and she let them lay limply as his rigid shaft slid along one thigh, then quickly entered her dry stretched vagina painfully.
Margie bit her lip to stifle a squeal of pain and lay motionless beneath him while he lifted her buttocks with his rough hands and began jiggling the soft white flesh in a futile effort to excite her. She let her head fall limply to one side as she listened to his lust-incited pantings, but she wasn't really there. No, she was on one of the small buildings above them, looking down at the ludicrous obsessed man driving his rock hard cock into her dry lifeless vagina. His massive twitching cock rasped roughly through her dry chaffed channel and she winced at the pain as he plunged in and out, unaware that she wasn't responding to his lovemaking. He was an animal, a man who had never loved a woman, only having fucked them for the primitive release of sperm from his pent up testicles. He was hurting her but didn't care at all. He was going to get his rocks off, fucking her here in the alley, and nothing else made any difference to his miniature brain.
Suddenly through her pain racked body she sensed a door opening onto the alley and looked to see a shaft of light shining over their half-naked bodies on the ground.
"S-someone's coming," she whispered quickly into his impassioned ear, but he didn't care.
"Fuck 'em," he grunted through clenched teeth and kept pummeling her burning dry pussy furiously.
If that's way he wants it, she thought cynically, then that's the way he'll get it. She had suffered every indignity she could possibly imagine and more. One more won't make any difference.
She heard the rusty creaking of a torn screen door and saw a bent shadow fill the shaft of light that covered her bare breasts and the cold white ass of the obsessed man who pummeled her helpless body with his jerking rigid cock.
Margie listened to a low whistle as an old janitor stood watching them, entrance by the lewd act taking place on the alley floor. The muscle-bound ape on top of her paid no attention to the staring old man, and fucked her harder as he soared higher and higher toward the blasting release of white hot cum that would relieve the terrible ache in his swollen balls. She could feel the old man's eyes staring at her and turned her head away while she heard the old man's heavy breathing as he watched, getting his first thrill in years, she thought bitterly.
The old man leaned in the doorway and struck a match to light his pipe. She could see his wrinkled face in the dancing light of the match, his tired eyes watching them on the alley floor, not thrilled, but mildly interested in the lewd spectacle he saw beyond his doorway.
The panting body on top of her began convulsing with the first spasms of orgasm and she gasped in pain as he jerked at her loins savagely, waiting for the volcanic eruption of sperm that would soon blast through his jerking cock. Her eyes screwed up in humiliation as the old man watched her, helpless and racked with raw pain on the black asphalt floor of the alley.
Then he raised his head he shoved his massive penis forward in one final lustful burst of passion emptying the hot, white liquid deep into her raw ravagaged vagina and soothing the tortured walls with its wetness, finally falling heavily on top of her panting through his open mouth.
Tears of frustration and humiliation filled her eyes as looked over the man's shoulder to see the old janitor dragging on his pipe and staring at her defenseless form. He could even be smoking pot in that pipe she thought bitterly, then watched him sigh with disgust and turn back into the doorway, shutting off the light and closing the creaking screen.
In a few minutes the brute had lifted himself off of her limp torso and left the alley quietly. She laid motionless on the asphalt, not caring that there were still three more of the perverted young men who would screw her mercilessly. Every bone and muscle in her body ached, but especially the tender raw flesh beneath the battered lips of her vagina. She had been screwed by three men in less than twenty minutes and the strain had been almost too much for her, she thought. I'll probably black out before the others finish, then they can use me like a useless doll, no feelings, no emotions, just a body and nothing more.
Her body limp with defeat, she listened to the clicking of footsteps coming up the alley. One more, she thought tiredly, always one more. Dimly she felt the strong hands.
That one left after buffeting her until his sperm too emptied into her tortured belly, then another sex obsessed maniac came, and another until all five of the young pool hustlers had impaled her limp body with their massive pricks, screwing her through her tiny, almost soundless whimpers of pain until they were done.
She had kept count. Six! That was all, she thought thankfully and started to pull herself away from the crate, but her knees buckled and as she fell, a long pair of strong arms caught her and lifted her, cradling her like a child.
"Jesus," she vaguely heard Gary whisper. "I never thought this would happen, believe me."
She closed her eyes to the sound of his voice vowing to get Jamie for her and try to repay her for the terrible mistake he had made. She finally passed out as he carried her lightly down the alley to his car, still promising to repay her for his horrible bargain ...