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(M+/F, nc, rp, v, tor, oral, anal, bd) *** Author Note: The following story contains scenes of intense sexual activities which some readers may find offensive. If you are offended by explicit sexual acts, do not read the following text segment. For requests in other sexually-linked genres, view the similar segment at the end of the story. *** Kaelyn muttered something under her breath as she picked up the window squeegee. A mildly dirty Honda Accord was parked in front of her. Grumbling, Kaelyn began soaking the windows as layers of dirt and grit were carefully removed from the car. Kaelyn had never particularly enjoyed cleaning anything, especially when she could be inside the nearby air-conditioned convenience store buying the evening's supply of junk food instead. Last time she bet on tails. Kaelyn was twenty-three years old. She was small for her age - only a few inches above five feet. She had long, wavy brown hair that ended somewhere in the middle of her back, and was constantly brushing smaller strands out of her emerald green eyes. She wore tight- fitting denim jeans, which she was told complimented her tight ass. She also wore a tight cut-off green T- shirt, which ended right above her midriff. On the small of her back was a visible tattoo of a Chinese dragon - a memory of a night involving too much cheap beer. Kaelyn knew she attracted sex-driven men like flies. She had a hot ass, large breasts and looked easy to manage. She was used to brushing them off, usually by simply writing down a fake phone number on a scrap of paper. When four considerably larger men appeared from around the corner, Kaelyn noted their magnetic attraction to her chest and prepared for yet another instance where she had to reject a few social losers. There were four of them. For a few seconds they chatted amongst themselves before walking purposely towards her. Each one looked like they belong as extras from a cheap gangster movie. They looked slightly more aggressive than the usual come-ons, but Kaelyn wasn't particularly worried. It was, after all, only three in the afternoon. There wasn't anybody in the area, but most predators preferred to operate at night. "Hey sweetheart, let me handle that for you," said one of the men, the apparent leader of the pack. With obvious ease, he wrenched the squeegee out of her hands. Kaelyn turned to face him as he began walking around her car (it was unlocked, with the keys in the ignition), when two firm hands grabbed her elbows from behind. Kaelyn immediately began struggling, but didn't yell. There wasn't a security camera in the nearby area. She tried to kick the man behind her in the shins, but her cheap sandals did little harm. A third man slid in front of her and began feeling up her sides. Initially it just tickled her, but then she began to worry as her began caressing her breasts. "Oh, you're a pretty one," said the thug, who began feeling her inner thighs. The two other men came in around her, the man previously holding the squeegee began stroking her hair. Kaelyn tried to yell for help, but felt a large hand clasp over her mouth. The man behind her had pinned both her arms with one of his, and was using his bulky hand to gag her. "And what do we have in here?" said one of the men. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand into her crotch, roughly moving inside her black panties and firmly grabbing her entire crotch area. Kaelyn began to shudder. This hadn't happened before. One of the men had slipped his hands up her T-shirt, and was pinching her nipples. Another was groping her ass - thankfully outside the jeans. She couldn't move or yell or anything. She was completely helpless. How had she fallen for this so quickly? Without warning, the man behind her released her. Her hands free, Kaelyn instinctively slapped the man who'd been feeling her nipples. The men in front of her took a step back, if only to see what had happened to their comrade. The man who had immobilized Kaelyn was now lying on the pavement, his hands between his legs, moaning in pain. Behind him stood a tall woman who had evidently just kicked him in the groin. She was about a foot taller than Kaelyn, with straight, shoulder-length black hair and solid brown eyes. Unlike Kaelyn, she was muscular; and knew how to fight dirty. It was almost a shame more thugs didn't find her attractive. One of the men made to swing at her. In a whirl, a canister of pepper spray was in her hands, and the liquid in the man's eyes. He doubled over in pain, only to be greeted by a rising boot to the face. In what seemed like only a few seconds - yet an eternity - the two other men found themselves on the hot pavement, beaten and bruised in both body and ego. The woman opened the door to the car and stepped in - Kaelyn jumped into the passenger's seat. Once inside, the taller woman turned on the ignition and began driving away, without so much as a glance the other way. Kaelyn leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Thanks for being there," said Kaelyn, gently. She realized now that her pants were still unbuttoned. "Hey, if it weren't for you, I'd probably still be some emo creep who locked herself in her room for days." Kaelyn laughed at this, in spite of the situation. The thought of the hulking mass being a stereotypical emo girl seemed almost unfathomable. Still, it'd been true, at one time or another. "So did you get everything for tonight?" asked Kaelyn, who now noticed a plastic grocery bag in the back seat of the car. "Well, not everything," said the woman, suggestively. Kaelyn smiled again, the grotesque encounter already fading from memory. The car began heading in the direction of the local sex toys shop. *** Bruce glanced at his watch. Half an hour past one in the morning. The light in the apartment had just been turned on, and remained on. He dropped his cigarette to the grass and snuffed it out with his boot. He'd taken the time to clean up the cut in his shin, but the movement still stung a little. There were two apartment blocks separated by a small park. One of the building was a collection of rooms that shared a set of common bathrooms. The other building was a smaller administrative and maintenance building. Bruce knew that the plumbing was being replaced in the residential building, meaning anyone who had to use the washroom would have to cross the park to the next building. Bruce knew a little about human nature, and knew what to expect. Somebody who'd been up past midnight in a darkened room was trying to slip to the next building. Thanks to his contact in the tax agency, he had a pretty could idea who it would be. Sure enough, three minutes later, the door opened. Bruce crouched down. The lighting in the park was horrible, as most of the lamps had been vandalized months ago. His team head taken care of the rest. The figure was walking briskly across the gravel path - difficult to make out. The figure passed the bush he was crouched behind. It was the brunette. Well, Bruce thought, that would work just as well. The girl was wearing only a pair of sandals, a bulky black hoodie and the same pair of tight denim jeans. He could barely make her face out, but he knew it was her. Her ass was the same. Carefully, he pointed a small flashlight at the sky and rapidly flicked it on and off. Kaelyn looked around, unsure if she had seen something or if it was just a figment of her imagination. She decided to ignore it, and kept walking in the chilly night breeze. She had almost reached the opposite building when a massive force pushed her off the gravel road and into the near-invisible shrubbery. This time, she tried to scream immediately. Unfortunately, the hulking mass had already pinned on her back to the ground. She felt something being shoved into her mouth - a rag that tasted like gasoline. The rag completely packed her mouth, and soon a large roll of Grey duct tape appeared in front of her eyes. She couldn't move at all - the body had pinned her arms and her legs were of no use. The man quickly wrapped the roll of duct tape several times around her mouth, sealing it completely. A moment later, several more layers were applied over her eyes, blindfolding her completely. Kaelyn couldn't see or speak. She was flipped over easily onto her front, where the tape was again used to wrap her hands and ankles together behind her back. After a few seconds, the thoroughly trussed girl was picked up by the thug and spirited to a nearby parked van, tossed in, and covered with a thick blanket. Kaelyn had no idea how long the ride lasted. Unable to budge an inch at all, she realized she had no hope of escaping. Was this revenge? Could it be? Her head still throbbed from being tackled to the ground - thinking logically hurt. She wondered if her roommate would come looking for her... The van began crossing bumpy road. Unpaved road. Where the hell were they taking her? Kaelyn's hooded sweatshirt was becoming increasingly uncomfortably hot - not that she had a way to remove it. She sincerely hoped that her captors chose to keep her clothed. After another timeless stretch on a bumpy road, the van came to a stop. Several seconds later, there was the sound of the back door being unlocked and the blanket pulled off. Without a word, somebody picked her up and dropped her over their shoulder. Kaelyn didn't resist - it would have been futile. Instead, she tried to pay attention as to where they were going. Her captor was going down a hill to somewhere - where? Loud music slammed into her ears as a door opened. There were sounds of people talking, yelling, movement - but nobody did anything to help her. Instead, she felt herself drop down a flight of stairs into what she presumed to be a basement. Her captor dropped her unceremoniously to a wooden floor, and somebody pulled the tape blindfold off her eyes, taking several brown hairs with them. Kaelyn recognized the four men before her in an instance. They were the ones who had tried to grope her earlier in the day - or was it yesterday yet? Two of them had visible black eyes, and one had a massive bruise on the side of his bald head. And they did not look happy. "Alright, you little bitch," said the skinny one, dropping down to her level and grabbing her jaws with one hand, applying pressure. "You could have made this easy, but that's tough luck for you. Before we get started, we have to show you what happens if you've been bad." One of the men with black eyes flipped her over and used a knife to cut the tape binding her hands together. Kaelyn didn't try anything - that would have been stupid. The man stood her up and pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs. Looping them over a solid lead pipe, he cuffed her hands together overhead, making sure they were tight and locked. Kaelyn's feet barely reached the floor, and the strain on her arms was already noticeable. "We have to make sure you don't do anything stupid in the future," said the skinny man. The man unbuttoned her tight denim jeans for the second time, carefully slipping his fingers in the minute crack between the pants and her skin. With noticeable difficulty, he managed to pull the tight pants to the floor. He slapped her ass, indicating for her to raise her legs so he could toss them aside. Kaelyn was left with her crotch being only covered by a thin, jet black pair of panties. The man smiled as he slid his fingers over her ass, firmly grabbing the edge of the panties. With one swift jerk, he pulled the panties clear off the girl, which he tossed to one of the nearby henchmen. Kaelyn instinctively pulled her thighs close together, although nobody stopped her. The skinny man pulled out a what appeared to be a black riding crop. After looking over the instrument a few times, the man walked behind her. Kaelyn tried to brace for the impact, although the sharp sting on her rear end was like nothing she'd felt before. She tried to scream, but the thick tape/cloth gag inhibited her from doing that. Instead, only a muffled yelp could be heard. Tears formed in her eyes as, lash after lash, the riding crop raced into her soft flesh. After what was actually fifty strokes but felt like a million, the man stopped. He stepped in front of Kaelyn, the riding crop clearly visible in the eyes of the silently sobbing girl. "If you should think of disobeying us in the future, may that be remembered as a sample of what is to come," said the man. He made a motion. In a few seconds, the tape sealing her mouth shut was removed, and the soaking wet gag was pulled out. Contrary to the movies, Kaelyn said nothing. She was too beaten to think of anything. "Do you know how to please a man?" asked the skinny thug. He was softly stroking her brown hair, which had become a tangled mess after being trapped twice in duct tape. Kaelyn thought this was rhetorical. It wasn't. Angrily, the man stepped behind her and swung at her ass again. "Answer me!" he demanded. Kaelyn gave a brief yelp at the sensation. "No," she murmured. The riding crop hit her again on the ass. "No sir," she said again, louder this time. "Why not?" the man asked. "You're attractive, and at you're age, you're certainly not a virgin." "I'm not into guys," murmured Kaelyn. And it was true. "I've never been." There were quiet murmurs around the small audience. "Well, this is interesting," said the man. "You'll have to learn quickly. Greg - she's yours first." Kaelyn let out a small moan as her hands were uncuffed from the ceiling. Immediately thereafter, her hands were cuffed behind her back as she was forced to her knees. One of the burly men with a black eye stepped forward. Without saying anything, he dropped his jeans and boxers, revealing a penis that looked like it belonged in a Viagra commercial. "Suck it," he said. Kaelyn didn't quite know what to do. The reproductive organ was only inches from her face. She'd never given a blow job - or any kind of sex - to a male before. She only knew what she'd seen in cheap pornography films she sometimes downloaded. Well, it didn't look to hard... She engulfed the man's penis in her mouth, careful to keep her teeth from touching it. She carefully rocked back in forth, letting her tongue play over the hard rod. She pretended it was a hot dog. An insanely large, intrusive, hot dog. After a few minutes, Kaelyn felt an eruption. The man's semen squirted out had high speeds. Some of it went down Kaelyn's throat, but she pulled her head back instinctively. The remainder of the white liquid splashed across her face, soaking her surprisingly well. The man pulled up his boxers and picked up his jeans. He glanced at her oddly as she tried to wipe her face on the cloth of her sweater. "For a first time, that was pretty good," he said, and left the room. After a brief pause, a second man walked up. "That emo hoodie's got to go," he said. Smiling, he drew a switchblade and cut the sweater neatly off her back, barely missing her skin. The tattered garment fell to the ground, revealing a tight, black bra. The man smiled as he walked in front of her. He slid his index finger in-between the small strap connecting the two black cups of the bra together. Curling his finger, he yanked away from her chest as hard as he could. The straps across her back strained for a brief moment, then snapped clear off. The man stepped over her, and attached a brown leather collar around her neck. Carefully, he attached a small lock to the collar, binding it in place. The collar in place, he clipped on a length of chain via a G-ring in the collar, connecting the chain then to a small ring on the floor. The chain was only a few inches long, forcing Kaelyn to press her forehead to the ground. A moment later, a bright red ballgag was forced between her teeth and strapped tightly behind her head. In this position - doubled over, with her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs still bound together by duct tape - Kaelyn knew what was going to happen. It was so obvious. She moaned, even before the man knelt down to her level. The anal penetration was amongst the most uncomfortable things she'd ever experienced. The man seemed to almost celebrate every thrust of his pelvis, and Kaelyn simply moaned, a pool of drool forming from her ball gag. Having no control of the situation simply made it worse. Thrust after thrust, Kaelyn felt the man penetrate her. After what seemed like an eternity, the man withdrew his erect and squirting penis for the last time. Without so much as looking at the woman he'd violated, the man pulled up his trousers and left the room. There were three large men still staring intently at her, and Kaelyn's eyes were red from silent sobbing, her normally sleek brown hair tangled and clumped from the tape and sweat. One of the three men carefully unclipped the chain tethering her neck to the floor, but didn't undo the collar. Instead, he drew his knife and slashed the tape binding her legs and used a small key to open the ridiculously tight handcuffs. Kaelyn knew she should have tried to run, but she was too physically and mentally exhausted for such a task. The man pushed her flat on her bag, and pulled out a spool of fine white rope from a hook on the wall. Methodically, he tied a tight loop around each of Kaelyn's wrists and ankles, and then neatly tied the ends of the rope lengths to nearby hooks. A minute or two later, when he was finished, the captive was bound nude and spread-eagle on the cold floor. Instead of instantly penetrating her like she'd expected, the man simply stripped nude and crawled on top of her. Kaelyn tried half-heartedly to shift about as he tried to burrow his face between her breasts, or simply grope his way from the backs of her legs to her ass to her armpits. The man seemed to stroke every square inch of her skin, although always tenderly, as if he were petting her. Then he slid back, placing one leg on either side of her small hips. His penis - which had been noticeably poking her the entire ordeal - was now thrust into the one orifice that hadn't yet been violated. Kaelyn moaned and the man started laughing quietly. Kaelyn was a virgin. She'd never had any sort of sex with a guy ever before. As such, the sexual pleasures the rapist received were far greater than a normal prostitute. And unlike a cheap whore, Kaelyn seemed to have class. The sensations on both sides were fantastic. The man moaned in pleasure, whilst Kaelyn - the red ball gag still firmly in place, quietly moaned in agony. Finally, the man withdrew, ejaculating sperm all over Kaelyn's face. Maybe she wouldn't be pregnant. She certainly hoped not. As the man left, Kaelyn absently wondered how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? There were no windows and clocks of any sort in the room, and time seemed to vanish during sexual intercourse. The two men remaining seemed to smile, although Kaelyn couldn't see them. Instead of one man stepping forward like before, one man made sure the door leading out of the basement was shut, whilst the other cut her free of her ropes and stood her up on her feet. He then pulled out the same pair of handcuffs as before, and bound her hands in the same overhead fashion. Kaelyn wondered if they were going to spank her again, but their intentions were far more sinister than that. The man who had shut the basement door returned with a second pair of handcuffs, which he used to bind her legs together and tether to the floor. The nude, soaked Kaelyn wasn't quite sure what the men were doing. One was on either side of her, and both had stripped below the waist. Unfortunately, she didn't have a very deep knowledge of multiple-party sex. Simultaneously, one man thrust up her ass whilst the second thrust into her vagina. Kaelyn tried to scream, but only succeeded in biting on the ball in her mouth. Her senses were extremely alert as the men - perfectly in sync - raped her from the front and back. The sensation was too much for her to handle, and Kaelyn's vision blacked out as the men overloaded the exhausted girl. *** Kaelyn awoke several hours later, or so she assumed. None of the men from the previous sessions were present. Kaelyn tried to move, but found herself bound hand and foot to a wooden chair, with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. She wasn't even surprised. Her clothes - or their tatters - were piled in a nearby corner. At least she was dry. The door leading out of the basement opened, and two men walked in. Neither paid much attention to her. Behind them was a staggering form that Kaelyn recognized immediately, even with the burlap sack over her head. The men pushed her roommate to her knees before Kaelyn and pulled off the sack. The tall, black-haired, courageous woman was kneeling before her. Her hands, elbows, knees and ankles were all tightly handcuffed, and a black muzzle gag and matching shock collar were strapped over her face. She didn't have any obvious emotions on her face. "The fucking little bitch came here to make a bargain with us," said one of the men, who Kaelyn saw had a black eye. "Gullible little retard." "So now," said the other man, "we can have even more fun. We're having another party tonight, and we've got some rather important people coming over. Jack and I are going to have to give you two a crash course on male pleasing," said the man. "You weren't bad last night, but trust me, we know you can do much, much better." END This story was written by Mr. Universe. For feedback of any kind (comments, suggestions, criticism, requests), feel free to e-mail me at: mr.universe@hush.com This story was a request. 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