Nanette didn’t like hockey. She did like her friend, Carla. So she found herself going to watch Carla’s team play on their home ice. It didn’t hurt that the tickets were for the box seats which included a private bar, a private bathroom, a catered buffet, a huge flat screen tv on which to watch the game in addition to the private seats high in the stands from which the entire game could be experienced.
If it wasn’t for the private seats, Nanette probably would have not gone. But Carla was a friend, fun to hang around, the food and drink were free and their husbands were unavailable due to previous commitments. Because they knew they’d both be drinking, Carla said she’d pay for a cab to and from the game.
Nanette managed to enjoy herself. The joint she’d smoked before Carla picked her up didn’t hurt, neither did the several bottles of wine they’d downed during the game. By the final buzzer, they were both standing on the balcony with the actual seats, yelling insults at the opposing players and flirting outrageously with the occupants on either side.
Feeling drunk & sassy, the two girls had another drink while the crowds cleared out.
Looking at the two was a study in contrasts. Nanette was average height, dark skinned, her slender, athletic body toned by regular workouts but with pleasing curves that flared from her narrow waist to her hips, taut ass and long muscular legs below and upward to high, firm breasts that had resisted the rigors of becoming a mother. Her hair was straightened, hung below her shoulders and sable-black.
Carla was a few inches shorter than her friend, as light skinned as Nanette was dark, far more curvy with ample breasts and nicely formed, attention grabbing ass. She was a tad overweight compared to Nanette, but the overall effect was very sexy. Her brown hair hung to her chin and framed an attractive face with full, kissable lips.
Together they were Salt & Pepper in more than looks. Nanette was brash, brassy, outgoing with a take-no-shit attitude. Carla was money, snooty, not outgoing, exactly, but could flirt up a storm when she was in the mood or if a suitably attractive man was around. Suitably attractive meaning either extremely handsome or extremely rich, preferably both. Combined they were a dangerous pair; dangerous for the bored and boring.
They finished the bottle pretty fast, particularly in light of all they’d already imbibed, but the arena was empty except for a few lingering fans and the staff who were impatient to clean up, close up and go home.
So, unsteady on their feet from the drink, they made their way down to the exit. The chill night air was bracing, making them both glad of the jackets they’d worn over their dresses. Wearing a dress to a hockey game wasn’t Nanette’s first choice, but Carla always made it a point to dress to the nines whenever she went out. It wasn’t like she was wearing an evening gown or anything, but the knee cut blue skirt with the knee high black come-fuck-me boots combined with the low cut orange blouse that displayed her ample cleavage to great effect seemed to be perfect attire for the event.
Nanette was glad she’d decided to go with her signature rockabilly look; a one piece, strapless, curve hugging body sleeve in a red & white checkerboard pattern, set off by candy apple red cowboy boots and accented by a clutch purse, a ribbon choker necklace and lipstick in the same color.
Dressed as they were, they’d both garnered much attention on their way into the arena. Particularly after they’d shed their jackets which were an off season ode to Halloween; Carla’s being denim in the same shade of orange as her blouse, Nanette’s being a classic black leather biker with lots of bright metal zippers & buckles.
They didn’t need anyone to tell them how hot they looked; they both knew it. And while an appreciative glance or the occasional wolf whistle was part of the price for looking so good, that sort of behavior from men can wear thin. So it was that when a group of guys who were still drinking, hanging about the empty parking lot next to a large, black Ford Econoline cargo van started hooting and hollering at them, Nanette’s patience for such behavior ended.
“Hey sugar tits! Are you as vanilla as lil’miss hot chocolate there?” jeered one of the drunken jerk-offs.
“Go blow yerself, ya fuckin’ asswipe. Only real men, like our husbands ever get to find out!” Nanette yelled back.
“Geeze, Nan, cool it. We don’t need to deal with this shit right now,” said Carla.
“Fuck that, Carla, I’m sick of those kinds of assholes saying that sort of shit.”
The assholes were still hurling insults in response to Nanette’s comments as Carla was pulling her along.
“C’mon, Nan, let’s just get to the bar, have a drink and wait for our cab,” her friend pleaded.
Though her blood was up, Nan reluctantly gave in, she’d have loved nothing more than to go give those fucks a piece of her mind and a boot in their collective ass. Then came the final straw.
“What husband ya fucking cunt dyke?”
That was followed by, “Which of you cunts wears the strapon?” and, “Does the white bitch fuck you with a white dildo or a black dildo?”
Nanette spun around and marched towards them. Carla, still trying to hold her back, was dragged along. “Goddammit, Nan, Fucking let it go.”
“Fuck that, Carla. They’re going to get what they deserve.”
As soon as they got close, the group became quiet, brooding. Some were swaying with obvious intoxication. The apparent leader was a big loutish looking brute, well over six feet tall and heavyset; slabs of muscle underneath a thick layer of fat. The rest had a similar look; semi-skilled labourers valued more for their strong backs than their intellect and an obvious ongoing romance with booze and greasy, starchy foods.
“Listen here you shrimped-dick reject from a…” Nanette never finished her sentence as a crackle of blue-white sparks dropped her into blackness.
When she came to, she found her hands, arms, legs and feet duct-taped together, her mouth filled with cloth gag, also covered with duct tape. Frightened, she could just make out the figure of Carla, similarly bound, wild-eyed with fear in the dim light. She realized they were in the back of the van and sensed her captors around her.
“Hey, now the other bitch is awake too,” she heard a voice say.
“Good. Let her be, for now. The fun will begin soon enough. We’ll teach both these cunts a lesson they’ll never forget. Remember, use colors instead of names, Green.”
“You got it Blue. I guess this time around we already got our Black & White.”
“Ha! Good one.”
“Yo, Blue, I want to start in right now.”
“The clothes stay on, just like they are, Grey.”
“Nah, I just wanna cop a feel,” said Grey.
Nanette felt a hand squeeze her breast roughly. Through her fear, she felt her pussy tingle, even as she tried to resist, though bound. A muffled squeal drew her attention to Carla.
One of their assailants had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up her bra to reveal her large, full breasts. He was pinching a nipple and using it to lift her tit, the cause of her distress, before he let go.
“You need to be quiet, bitch,” he said, “Time for you to learn why.”
He pulled skirt up and her thong down, then proceeded to spank her; each smack on her full ass cheeks reverberated loudly in Nanette’s head and echoed deep in her core.
Nanette began to realize; she was getting turned on watching her friend’s body being abused. No, worse, she was becoming aroused because she suddenly understood what was going to happen to them both. They were going to be the star attraction of a gang rape.
It had long been her secret fantasy, but now, faced with the reality, fear gripped her. She felt her skin flush, her heart race, her breath began to come in ragged gasps through her nostrils.
“Hey, this one is wigglin’!” Grey chuckled evilly, “I can’t wait to try her out!”
“Soon. We’re almost there.”
It wasn’t long before she felt the van pull up to a stop and heard a garage door opening over the rumble of the engine. The van glided forward and the engine was switched off as the door closed behind.
“Blindfold ’em,” Green said.
As a hood went over her head, Nanette heard a vehicle pull up, probably in the driveway, and doors open then slammed shut. More voices, male voices.
She heard the van door slide open and she was lifted bodily and slung over a broad, strong shoulder. Then she was carried through several room (she guessed from nothing more than an intuition) and down a flight of stairs. She was set down roughly on her feet, a large hand with thick, strong fingers around her throat.
“Hold still if you know what’s good for you, slut.”
Nanette sensed another presence behind her, then her dress being unzipped. She started to struggle, the the hand on her throat squeezed tighter and another hand grabbed one of her dark brown nipples and pinched it hard, which made her moan with pain into her gag.
“I told you to stay still, bitch. You’re going to have to learn your place.”
She was thrown forward onto a cold, hard slab. She felt straps being secured around her neck, her abdomen, her upper and lower arms and her upper thighs, then secured tightly. Thus restrained, they removed the duct tape from her arms, wrists and ankles, then her boots, dress & undies were stripped off her body, leaving her completely nude. Straps went around her ankles. Next the hood was removed followed by the tape holding the cloth gag in her mouth. Now that she could see, the only thing in her line of sight was a bare brick wall.
“Go ahead and scream as loud as you want. No one gonna hear you, loud mouth cunt.”
“Fuck you, you dickless racist fucktards. Is this the only way you can get a woman? Probably the only way you can get those needle dicks hard enough to fuck your pig girlfriends, or does that make the sheep jealous?” Nanette retorted acidly.
“Haha, that’s a good one. Still got the mouth eh? Well, time for you to find out how mouthy cunts like yourself have in store for them.”
She screamed when the paddle smacked into her ass.
“Whatcha got to say now, cunt?”
Another blow landed and she screamed again.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Nanette received a half dozen more, her throat raw from her wordless cries.
Her straps were designed with inset D-rings that could be attached to just about anything. She heard the rattle of chains. The next thing she knew, she was being hoisted into the air, her legs forced wide apart to expose her bare shaven pussy, then spun around to face Carla.
Her friend was naked, bound in nearly the same position except for the clamps on her nipples, which were attached to more chains which were run through an eye-hook set into the ceiling, then allowed to dangle down and support a vibrating wand which was humming against Carla’s bare pussy. She noticed more wires hanging from her ass. Her body shook as she moaned from an orgasm.
A leather hooded man lifted the wand and smacked her puffy labia with a riding crop, making her cry out.
“I told you to count each orgasm, slut!”
“Aaagh, one!”
Another smack from the crop. “No, you get to start again, but now you won’t stop until you get to twenty.” He let the wand drop and bounce on her pussy.
Seeing Carla naked, bound us just like she was, and being used was making her pussy thrum. The heat of her arousal was making her inner pink juicy.
A man in a green leather hood appeared in front of Nanette with equipment similar to what was attached to Carla.
“Gotta get you ready for the fun, little miss bitch. Gotta take a bit more fight outta ya first, though.”
Nanette cried out as each of the five hard smacks delivered to her pussy landed, each one smacking wetly as she could no longer conceal the fact that she was firecely turned on, her pussy was dripping with arousal. Then Green approched her, grinning, with the next part of the fun, and her nipples felt the clamps. The clamps sent pain shooting from her nipples straight to her throbbing clit. Another clamp on her clit sent electric fire directly into the deepest part of her pussy. The weight of the chains added delicious agony as a vibrator hummed happily on her labia, just like Carla was getting, as she could hear her friend gasping out the number as she orgasmed over and over.
Greenhood then showed her the thick hunk of latex which was a vibrating dildo with a flared base. “I’m gonna be nice, even though you don’t deserve it, slut. I’m gonna lube this up before I shove it up your ass. But don’t worry, it’ll seem small compared to what I’m gonna shove up there later.”
He slathered it with a tube of gel, lined it up against her anal sphincter and pushed it in with one fluid stoke.
Nanette moaned loudly in a mix of pleasure and pain, surprised by the orgasm which resulted from his abuse.
“Hey Mikey, I think she likes it!” he said, laughing and he turned the thing on. “You get to count twenty five orgasms before you’re done, Aunt Jemima, unlike your friend here, but that first one don’t count.”
Facing each other, the two friends were forced to watch each other as each counted out their orgasms. Nanette watched her friend, the arousal still surging through her, she saw Carla looking at her with the same fire. Even though Carla started first and had a lower goal, she finished only a few minutes before Nanette.
As they were taking Carla down, Nanette noticed the room had filled with eight men, all wearing leather hoods, all black, except Green Hood. They were all dressed in black; black sweatshirts, black sweatpants, black socks, black gloves, yet there was just enough skin showing to note they were all white.
They were all large men, tall, heavyset, some were fat, but there were no distinctive features showing on any of them. In her mind, Nanette tried to reconstruct the faces of the men in the parking lot, but the orgasms that ripped through her body erased her memory as effectively as a heavy rain on sidewalk chalk art.
Orgasm number twenty hit her and she counted it aloud as Carla was forced onto her knees straddling a kind of saddle which had two dildos, one of which slid into her dripping pussy, the other into her gaping ass. Her wrist & ankles straps were attached, locking her in place. She moaned as one of the hooded men flipped a switch, turning on the vibrators. Green Hood pulled his huge cock from his sweatpants and displayed it to Carla.
“That’s it. Be a good little cunt and you’ll only have to use your mouth. Be a bad little cunt and you’ll get what your friend is going to get.”
Twenty three rocked Nanette’s body as her friend Carla took the top few inches of his massive cock into her mouth and began to suck. Greenhood began to jack his shaft as she sucked. Twenty four struck Nanette when Carla gagged as his prick gushed wildly, semen seeped from her lips. Green pulled his cock out and let the last few spurts of his jism splat onto Carla’s breasts which triggered number twnty five.
“Okay, boys, line up and get fluffed. It’s about time for the main event.”
Nanette saw the guys lining up next to Carla. She was still in ths saddle, the vibrators buzzing away in her cunt and her ass, and Blue presnted his cock, she sucked it in quickly as they used her mouth to get them as hard as possible.
Green tucked himself back in and removed Nanette’s clamps as well as the wand before he took her down. The vibrator he left on, still firmly lodged in her ass, and positioned her on a bench, belly down, before locking her restraints and binding her in place. He replaced her nipple clamps with a different set; these had small weights that dangled from the ends of the shorter, smaller gauged chains.
He then moved in front of her, grabbed her head roughly by the hair and said, “Here’s the deal, you be a good little slut and do what yer told, you & your friend get out of here with no problems. Got it, you cunt?”
“Yes,” Nanette rasped.
Green growled. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“YES,” Nanette sobbed loudly.
“Yes, what?”
“YES, I’LL BE YOUR GOOD LITTLE SLUT AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!” she screamed.
Green stood up and pulled out his cock. It was even larger close up than she’d imagined.
“You’re going to suck this, then you’re going to swallow it, and we’re gonna keep going until mah balls are on your chin. Now open wide and say, ‘ah.’”
“Ahhgllmmph,” Nanette’s mouth was filled with his semi-flaccid cock. He pushed it in so far that she gagged before he pulled back enough to let her breath, her lips stretched to accommodate his girth. Again and again he fucked himself into her mouth, a little deeper each stroke and held it a little longer. Still, as deep as he went, she’d only managed to take less than half of his enormous tool.
Then he shoved it in, just at the edge of her gag reflex.
“Swallow hard, you worthless cum bucket.”
She gulped, just as she felt her pussy being filled and stretched open with Blue’s hard, well fluffed cock, Green’s hand tangled in her hair pushing himself into her throat until his hairy belly was jammed against her nose. She could hear Carla sucking and slurping all over the next cock, getting it ready to follow Blue’s cock. Nanette was airtight, choked, gagging, unable to breath, the cock in her pussy pounding into her, making her tits bounce against the weights on her nipples, and the thick vibrator buzzing in her ass. The feel of cock and vibator rubbing against each other was unreal.
“That’s it you fucktoy cunt, Milk my meat!” she heard as she came so hard she passed out.
When she regained consciousness, Green was face fucking her savagely, but his dick was sliding easily in and out of her throat. She came again when she felt the cock in her pussy spray it’s hot load inside her, then replaced with another hard cock, then another and another, all well fluffed and steel hard from Carla’s mouth.
She was beyond counting, but guessed everyone in the room had fucked her pussy by the time Green shoved his cock all the way down her throat and pumped his load into her stomach.
Exhausted, she had no energy left to resist when she was uncoupled from the bench, the vibrator pulled suddenly from her ass and carried to where Carla lay on her back, panting, covered with sprays of cum.
Nanette was pushed to her knees between Carla’s spread legs.
“Halftime, bitches, lick your friend clean and swallow it all, like a good cum dumpster.” she was ordered.
Dazed, Nanette complied, her tongue laving her friends body, eagerly removing and consuming the coating of semem. Carla moaned and writhed underneath Nanette’s ministrations which started, as directed by a rough hand in her hair, at her dripping pussy then working upwards, ending when she lay completely on top of her, Hard nipples pressing into soft breasts, licking cum off her face.
“Now kiss each other like ya mean it, ya cunts.”
Nanette’s lips touched Carla’s and semen slipped from one open mouth to the other as tongues twined.
“I’m sorry, Carla,” Nanette whispered as she broke the kiss.
“Let’s just do what they want so we can get out of this, Nan,” came the hushed reply.
“Hey, wusdat yer sayin’? I think they’re likin’ this!” said an exuberant voice.
“Well then, let’s give ’em what they want,” said Green.
He made Nanette get up and turn around, pushing her pussy down on her friend’s face before bringing Nanette’s face down into Carla’s wet hole.
“Now lick each other until I say stop.”
Soon, the two friends were moaning into each other. Carla was feverishly lapping at Nanette’s pussy when she felt her friend’s tongue being replaced with something hot, thick and throbbing, pushing open the walls of her abused cunt, stretching her open more than the largest toy she’d ever used on herself. She realized Green was pushing his monster cock inside her.
The sensation of fullness, the pain of the sensitive tissues being pulled to their limits, was too much. She orgasmed non-stop as it went all the way in, pressing against her cervix before sliding off and into the deepest pouch of her love canal.
And then he started fucking her, hard. Each thrust was a jackhammer that filled her beyond belief before the emptiness which preceded the next.
Once more she felt his hand in her hair, yanking it and forcing her face up to be greeted by a waiting cock. As Green pounded into her cunt, she was facefucked by the others as her friend’s tongue sucked on her clit.
Carla came so many times she lost count.
And then the coup de grace; she felt the glans of that massive member press against her ass and, with a single hard push, slammed deep into her bowels.
Green’s hand grabbed her throat in a strangle hold, the other in her hair, and he rocked back pulling her upright. Her ass firmly impaled on his cock, he let go her hair and shoved three thick fingers into her well used cunt, lifting her from Nanette’s face.
“Mount Aunt Jemima here onto the saddle. Let her watch while we fill all this bitch’s holes.”
Carla heard her friend moan as Green’s minions did as ordered. Nannette was in the same kind of sraddle that Carla had been in, and she was pushed down, one dildo sliding up into her dripping cunt, while the other one was powered up her ass. Her wrist & ankles straps were attached, locking her in place. She moaned as one of the hooded men flipped a switch, turning on the vibrators.
Nanette knew it wouldn’t be long before another orgasm swamped her. She had sunk into the lust, her body fully cosumed by it, and her eyes were bright as she watched the rapists lining up to take their pleasure on Carla’s naked body. Just like they had taken their pleasure on her well fucked holes, it excited her beyond anything she’d ever seen or felt, the dildos vibrated insistently against each other inside her cunt and asshole, and her shrieks filled the room as the first of many orgasms swamped her body.
Carla opened her mouth willingly as a cock appeared in front of her face. As soon as it was hard, the man owning it would lie down and Green would shove her pussy down onto it. The first double penetration felt like it would rip her body in two as both her lower holes were filled up with hard thrusts, but her cries of delighted agony was muffled by another cock sliding down her throat as she was made airtight. Nanette’s cries and grunts of orgasm from the fucking saddle provided a soundtrack of heated lust, powering Carla along.
Green pounded her ass non stop as each man had another go at her pussy, filling it again and again with his hot, sticky essence after she’d sucked him to full hardness. Her orgasms balled into a single continuous climax as her world became one of endless erections and non-stop fucking.
And then she felt Green’s cock slam into her ass one last time. Incredibly, it seemed to become thicker and longer. Then, with a grunting groan, his meat throbbing and pulsing, she felt the white hot spray of his jism coat her bowels in a sticky stream of cum, each jet ripping her mind until she was little more than an animal in heat, and loving every second of it.
And then they were done.
Green ordered some of the men to take the abused women to a tiled stall where they were both scrubbed clean, inside and out. They were made to groom themselves meticulously and then told to dress, their clothes freshly laundered. They were blindfolded and told that, if they were good and stayed silent, they would be taken to an undisclosed location and set free.
Greenhood sat guard with another man in the back of the van while they were being driven. Nanette sat next to Green, leaning on him.
“Remember,” he said, his voice gravelly, “We copied your ID cards so we know where you cunts live, so just you keep quiet and that’ll be the end of it. Just you remember this the next time you feel like mouthing off.”
Nanette, though blindfolded, managed to slide her mouth next to his ear and whispered, “But what if I want to do this again?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i76zoc/game_on_non_consent_gang_bang