“Oooh, white chica, we gonna have so much fun now. You ready to take some hard Latino cock?”
Ashley trembled as the second man, Francisco, came up to her from behind. She felt the hard slab of his cock above her tailbone.
“Yes, this sexy young slut is just dying to have all of our cocks inside her, aren’t you bitch?”
Ashley had the distinct feeling that there was only one right answer to the man’s question. As she spoke, what little remained of her self-respect, what little part of herself hadn’t been drowned in shame, now perished.
“Please fuck me with your cocks. Oh god, please do what you want with me, just please don’t hurt me.”
“Lift her up man. Put her on my cock.” As Juan said this, Francisco lifted Ashley up like she weighed almost nothing. He handed her to his gang-buddy as if he was tossing him a bottle of beer. She felt Juan’s hands glide underneath her hips, holding her up as he controlled the pace – as he slowly sank the first few inches of her cunt onto his enormous girth. “Undo her wrists man. I want her to hold on, not flop around too much as I fuck her.”
Within moments, Ashley stiffened as she felt a knife cut away the ropes. It was cold comfort to her. She lassoed her arms around Juan’s neck and moaned with the feeling of incredible fullness as his cock began raping her, her tight pussy sliding up and down just the top few inches of his shaft. There was no way that entire cock would fit inside her. No way. She kept moaning as just the tip of his thick cock reamed her sensitive sex, his hands gripping the undersides of her hips and letting gravity help him impale her with each bounce. Francisco, meanwhile, had grown impatient.
“All right, you got your rhythm going. Hold her still while I try out this hot gringa’s cute little ass,” Francisco urged as he lubed himself up.
Ashley’s grunts and moans joined the grunts and growls of the two men who gave her the first double-rape penetration of her young life. When Francisco had finally forced the tip of his cock past her protesting sphincter, now fully seated in her ass, the two began thrusting in tandem. Their cock-filled victim squealed and trembled.
“AAAAAYYYY!!!! OH GOD! PLEASE!”
To Ashley, it felt like she was being ripped apart, and yet the sensations that sang through her loins were an odd mixture of agony with intoxicating zings of pleasure to make the pain somehow bearable. She rode those two cocks until she realized, with incredible clarity, that an impending climax was threatening to steal her breath away.
“Oh please. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! PLEASE!!!!! Oh god, oooohhhh!” Ashley’s moans sailed to new heights. To the untrained eye and ear, it became harder and harder to tell whether she was protesting her rape or pleading for more. Her hardened nipples pressed against one rapist’s chest even as she felt the other rapist fondling her ass. She then screamed with her mouth pressed against Juan’s shoulder, muffling the cry. As her eyes rolled upward, her body trembling from the forced euphoria of dual penetration, her orgasm now claimed her as brutally as the two cocks reaming her. And then those two hard cocks were erupting in her pussy and ass simultaneously, defiling her with 13 more cocks eagerly awaiting their turn.
“Ooohhh fuck, we’ve got a cum-soaked bitch on our hands. Who wants her next?” Juan bellowed. The dazed girl could feel so much cum sliding out of her ass and pussy as Juan and his partner disengaged and let her down to stand on wobbly legs. But moments later Juan was already thrusting her into another man’s arms.
Lips captured Ashley’s for a brutal kiss. When he broke off the kiss, the newest thug cupped the curves of her ass and made her an awful promise. “This party is only just getting started. You ready for more rape?”
Ashley reached down and grasped the base of his cock. She began pumping his hardness in her tiny enclosed fist, looking up at him, surrendering to her future.
“Yes, Sir.”
Meanwhile, among the young couple, perhaps Brad’s fate was the more demeaning and pitiable. He lay on his stomach, screaming while Antonio’s cock plunged into his anal opening, slamming into him like a battering ram. Brad could hear the sounds of his girlfriend being raped and even starting to enjoy it, but for him the shame was even more complete. Even as the pain brutalized him, even as it tore away his soul like the anchor of a ship being yanked away into oblivion, a tiny, primal shred within him seemed to succumb to some hidden sexual craving.
Even as Brad screamed, his cock stayed hard. He felt nerve endings awaken which shouldn’t have even existed. As he listened to his raped girlfriend’s muffled squeal of climax, he felt that most forbidden of urges within himself. It broke him. It made him hate himself even more thoroughly than after he’d been forced to assist in Ashley’s rape. Lust. It was there. He felt a kernel of lust within himself as Antonio raped him, and that’s what made the truth hit home.
After everything that had happened to him and Ashley, he was convinced that anyone, with just one look, would sense or know their shame. He didn’t think he could live with that. Even if he could, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Maybe… maybe they deserved this cruel fate after all. Experiencing pleasure, any at all, while being raped, carried a sense of universal wrongness.
“Here you go, college stud. Take it deep,” Antonio grunted. Now, as Antonio’s cock pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into Brad’s ass, he clenched his jaw, his eyes squeezed shut, and tried to ignore the sensation of warmth filling him. Moments later, Antonio yanked the raped college student to his feet. Brad’s head hung limply from self-loathing. Antonio reached down, grasping the base of Brad’s still stiff cock.
“You liked that, didn’t you boy? You’re still good and hard. Don’t worry, that’ll be the first cock of MANY you’ll take. Mmmm, yeah, look at your sweet girlfriend entertaining my men. She’s a natural puta.”
Brad stared miserably down at the action. A nameless Mexican biker with a shaved head had Ashley pinned to the concrete, fucking her. Her legs were splayed to either side as he pummeled her pussy, plowing between her legs like the ultimate jackhammer. His naked bulk blanketed her delicate figure, and to Brad it looked like he might crush her.
“AHH! Please Sir, it hurts. Please be gentle, the floor is hard!” she begged.
“So is my cock!” the man bellowed back, not caring about her discomfort. Ashley could feel the rough surface scraping against her back as this brutal man’s savage thrusts made her entire body slide toward the wall. Now she gripped the backs of his shoulders with her hands and pulled herself upward to kiss him; at least that way, less of her back would be scraping against the hard, uneven floor. The shaved-headed brute captured her mouth, voraciously returning the kiss. His cock slammed with jarring impact into her soft feminine sheath once more.
“Mmmm. I hope your sweet little bitch-girlfriend has some stamina, Romeo,” Antonio murmured into Brad’s ear. “Or her stay with us down at the hacienda in Chiapas will be a short one. Hopefully she lasts longer than the last chica I bought.”
Brad shivered, knowing that this was the end. Their bodies were no longer theirs, but it had somehow gotten even worse. Now their fate was to be kidnapped and taken to a foreign country, to live out their lives as sex slaves to a biker gang. At least here, in this house with their current captor, they could dream about the possibility of escape. In a foreign country where they knew no one and didn’t even speak more than a smattering of Spanish, what hope did they have? He thought of his parents now too. They might never know what happened to him, Brad realized. They would be heartbroken. He had been looking forward to meeting Ashley’s parents, and her sister too, as he and Ashley’s relationship had deepened. Now all of it, their entire future together, had been obliterated.
Antonio slowly pumped Brad’s cock with his enclosed fist. “Watch closely, boy. After my man is done gushing in your slut, I’ll let you have one last goodbye fuck with her. Mmmm. Look at her take that pounding like a little fuck-slut. She’s one hot bitch, I’ll give her that. Yes, I think I’ll sell her for top dollar to one of the other gangs after we tire of her.”
There was a sudden groan, and the man atop Ashley stiffened. The sexy brunette’s hands stroked his shoulders as he came inside her, his testicles flush against her inner thighs as the full load of his sperm blasted toward her womb. She burrowed her head against him, panting, feeling a series of burning aches from the scrapes up and down her back.
“Move aside, Ernesto. The boyfriend gets one last farewell fuck,” Antonio growled. Brad felt himself slammed down onto the floor face-up. With sadness in her eyes, Ashley straddled him. She lowered her sperm-slimy cunt onto his engorged manhood and began to fuck on his lap for the very last time. Brad felt the cum of two other men coating his cock along with her juices. The gorgeous brunette splayed her hands against his chest and slammed her cunt down onto his drug-fueled erection with a loud, smacking cadence. The men jeered.
“Ride him, chica. Give your gringo a sweet fuck to remember. Your pussy no longer belongs to him, but to us!” one gangbanger shouted.
“Yeah, bitch, enjoy your last precious romantic fuck with your handsome stud. He belongs to our Jefe now, and your pussy does too. Oooh, that little American pussy is gonna get torn up with so many rock-hard Mexican cocks, gringa.”
Now the slender brunette was surrounded by a circle of biker thugs all pumping their stiff erections, letting the sight of the naked girl spur their libido to new heights. Brad, for his part, could only look up at his girlfriend’s haunted face, her alluring tits jiggling with the zeal of her humping figure. Ashley mouthed ‘I love you’ to Brad knowing that this might be the last time she could ever tell him how much she cared. Meanwhile, Antonio watched the couple. Seeing the girl’s pale ass bouncing as she engulfed her boyfriend’s cock between her sticky folds was a sight to see. The tiny scrapes along Ashley’s back hardly spoiled the view as her alluring, perfectly curved figure continued its desperate fucking astride her equally doomed boyfriend. Antonio’s own cock grew, soon returning to a fully reinvigorated state. He decided that he and his men would thoroughly test out the ‘merchandise’ tonight. Ashley moaned as the gang leader leaned down and gave her left ass cheek a harsh swat. Then he gave her a slap across the back of the head.
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