You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF, Rape) *Part 2*

(Link to part one in comments)

“Bring her to the bed, let’s get started.” Mike’s voice interrupts the two men, and they both reach for your restraints. Your wrists are free first, but not for long. As soon as you bring your hands together and start trying to get the leather straps unhooked, Mike grabs your fingers and squeezes them. The pain in your hands is almost unbearable as you hear him say “Don’t do anything stupid, Heather.” You regret giving him your real name as the sound of him saying it is like being stabbed in the gut.

As soon as your ankles are free, the three men work together to lift you. Mike shifts his grip from your fingers to your shoulders as George pushes your upper half forward. You feel him and Paul each take a leg, and you’re suspended in their grip, looking down at Mike’s cock and the ground past it. They move quickly, carrying you to the mattress in the middle of the room. They strip what’s left of your clothes off of you, then basically drop you on the bed. You instinctively pull up your knees and double over into the fetal position.

“I’m taking her first.” You hear Mike’s voice behind you and the meaning of his words aren’t lost on you. You’re about to be raped by the man who you could have, and maybe should have, sucked off this morning. You feel Paul and George pry you’re arms away from hugging your knees and they force you into a doggy-style position. You see a pair of feet circle around in front of you, and your chin is lifted by a strong hand.

You look up and see Mike looking down at you past his cock. You look away from his eyes towards his dick, and you reconsider that you definitely should have just sucked it when you had the chance. Now it’s happening the hard way, as Paul shoves his fingers in your mouth and pulls away the ballgag. “Open up wide or Paul will just hold your mouth open for me. Your choice.” Painfully, Paul forces your mouth open, and you stretch it open a little further to display that the excess force isn’t necessary.

Pail steps back looking a little disappointed, and you realize that he would have enjoyed forcing you to suck. Who knows what the limits of his depravity are if that’s something he would have enjoyed… You don’t have long to consider it though, as Mike steps forward. The tip of his cock meets your lips. “Go ahead. Show me how you do this for the boyfriend you told me about.”

His comment stings, and you blink back the tearful shame you feel. You think to yourself that you can’t even really suck your boyfriend’s cock properly… it’s not big enough and it’s certainly not as big as this cock. ‘I deserve better…’ the thought crosses your mind as you push your mouth down over the waiting cock. You bob your head a few times, swirling your tongue. You consider that maybe if you do a good enough job, this can be easier.

After a few moments, you increase your effort. Maybe you can just make him cum and you’ll only have two more to suck before you can go home. That’s not so bad, right? You shift your weight so you can hold yourself up with your left arm, and reach your right hand up to the base of his shaft. You collect a bit of your saliva that’s slid down it, and use it as lube as you begin jerking him in rhythm with your bobbing head. You slurp loudly on the tip of his cock as it goes in and out from between your lips. This is truly your best effort, all you can do is hope it’s good enough.

“Go ahead Paul.” The sound of Mike’s voice makes you completely aware that your effort means nothing. Paul quickly steps forward and you feel a hand on the back of your head. You’re forced forward, and Mike’s cock slides into your throat for a moment. Your reflex causes you to gag intensely, but Paul’s grip keeps you from pulling away. George has joined in now, kneeling next to you and playing with your boobs as they hang freely below you. You cough and sputter with the dick still firmly pressed against the opening of your throat.

“Swallow”. You head Mike say, and you consider that he might be about to cum. You try to nod but you’re unable. “No, you stupid bitch. I appreciate your willingness, but you’re just swallowing my cock for now.” Your eyes grow wide at the concept. Swallow… his cock? You try, and the pressure Paul is exerting on the back of your head increases. Your throat opens, and you feel the distinct feeling of the tip of Mike’s dick start to go down your throat. Your eyes water, and you’re shocked at what’s happening. You’ve heard of it, but you’ve never deep-throated a cock before. You understand the meaning of the term now as Mike pushes himself a little deeper.

You gag again, involuntarily, and your throat closes. Mike’s cock is covered in saliva as he slides it back out of your mouth, and you cough and spit on the mattress. Your throat burns painfully, and you see Mike circle around you. With a deep feeling of regret and fear, you realize what’s next. What you could have avoided by making a better choice earlier. He’s about to fuck you like he owns you. You blink back tears as Paul forces the gag back into your mouth.

You feel one of his hands grip your waist as his cock is pressed against your pussy. He guides it into place and then grabs your waist with the remaining hand. The saliva that coats his cock is barely enough to help ease him inside of you. You can feel your pussy stretching to accommodate his girth, and you’re again reminded that you haven’t felt a real man’s cock in years. Come to think of it, have you ever felt a real man’s cock? None of the ones you’ve had compare to this.

He pushes in deeper until you feel him bottom out against the back of your pussy. He gives a little more pressure, and you feel a deep stretching you’ve only felt from a longer dildo once before. You can feel his hips against your ass now, and you know he’s all the way inside of you. “Uhhnnnn, she’s tight.” Mike’s moan and vulgar compliment almost give you a feeling of pride, but it’s washed away instantly when you hear a camera clicking. You shudder at the thought of the photos that are being taken, but you can’t do anything about them.

Mike pulls his hips back finally, and starts giving you rapid strokes with the majority of his cock. The sudden motion is mildly painful, you still aren’t accustomed to his size. His fingers are digging into your waist as he pulls you back on his dick in rhythm with his thrusts. You’re almost grateful for the gag as you bite down on it. As the speed of his thrusts increases, so does the pain and burning sensation you feel.

Morbid curiosity prompts you to look around for the other two men. You see both with a hand on their cocks, George still obsessively squeezing your right tit and pulling on your nipple. Your boob is sore from all the attention he’s giving it, but a small part of you enjoys the sensation in your nipple. As you glance at Paul, he doesn’t hesitate to take his chance. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, then forces the gag back out of your mouth.

His cock is pressed against your lips for a moment, then a heavy slap thuds against the side of your head again. “Bitch if you don’t open your mouth, I’ll break your jaw so you can’t close it.” The visceral threat terrifies you, and you open up for him just like you did for Mike. He isn’t gentle as he forces his cock against the back of your throat, and he gives you the same command you’d already heard before. Swallow. You obey, and the now familiar shape of a cock enters your throat.

It’s a bit easier not to gag this time, with Paul not being as girthy. You have to keep swallowing to keep your reflex in check, but Paul is able to fully fuck your throat for a few moments. Mike’s thrusts behind you continue to rack your pussy with pressure and pain, but they’re slowing down. You hear a camera clicking again, and you know George must be the one snapping photos.

Mike pulls back, and you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. “Go ahead George, I got her stretched out for you.” You can tell Mike has stepped away, and you glance up to see him take the camera from George. Your mind wanders back to the quick look you got at George’s cock earlier. It was thick, really fucking thick, and you don’t know how you’ll take it.

You hear a spurt from a plastic bottle behind you, like ketchup squirting out. “Keep that lube nearby, I’m going to need it.” Paul’s voice above your head calls out, and you feel his cock swell slightly in your throat with his anticipation. Deep down you know what Paul needs lube for, but you hope it isn’t true. You feel a wet cock pressing against your pussy, and you know George lubed himself up first. Part of you is thankful, but then he pushes himself inside without warning. The involuntary moan that escapes you causes your throat to vibrate around Paul’s cock. The painful thrusting behind you pushes Paul’s cock deeper into your throat, and you finally gag. He slides his cock out as you choke and sputter, struggling not to do more than spit.

George’s cock feels like it’s going to split you in two. It’s not very deep compared to Mike’s, but the difference in their girth is painfully apparent to you now. You let out little whimpers as he thrusts into you over and over, and you feel one of his heavy hands spank your ass. “Keep it down bitch, or you’ll get it in your throat again”, Paul says mockingly, still standing above your head.

After a few more painful moments, you hear Mike’s voice. “Alright, get her up. I want her sitting on my dick.” He snaps a few more photos before laying down on the mattress next to you as George pulls his cock out. The gaping emptiness he leaves behind is noticeable to you, as is the painful burning and throbbing of your pussy. You feel 4 hands pull you upright, and then force you back down. You’re now straddling Mike, and he’s lining his cock up with your pussy.

He enters you forcefully again, pushing his hips up as you sit on his hips, facing him. It’s not as painful as George, but it’s still big. You can feel the last few inches of the back of your pussy stretching as he goes in deeper than George, but the rest of his cock isn’t squeezed as tightly as before. “Damnit George, you stretched her out.” All three men laugh at the comment, and you feel your face burning in humiliation.

“I got a fix for that,” Paul says as he steps around you again. You hear the lube bottle squirt and there’s a deep fear in the pit of your stomach about what’s coming next. Mike pulls your shoulders down towards him and you’re forced to lay on top of the man that’s leading this gang rape.

You feel Paul taking position above you, right over your ass, and then you feel the tip of his cock against your hole. Without the gag in your mouth, you start begging. “Please, please don’t fuck my ass while he’s inside me. Just… just take turns fucking my pussy. I don’t care, just not my ass, not like this…”

George’s hand is around your throat as you finish your plea. He clamps down on your throat again, and you can only gasp for air. You start shaking your head as much as you can as Paul begins forcing his cock into your ass, attempting to make it clear that you don’t want it. The pressure and stretching caused by two dicks, combined with being choked is nearly enough to cause you to black out. Your vision fades slightly and your head starts to go limp in George’s grip. He let’s go, and gives you a few little smacks on the cheek to keep you awake.

The burning, stretching, painful sensation of these two men fucking your holes is starting to take over your body. It’s all you can feel, they’re thrusting in and out with an opposing rhythm, neither is all the way inside of you at the same time. Occasionally one will falter inside of you for a second, causing the other cock to painful stretch your holes as it’s pushed inside as well. After this happens a few times, the pain it’s causing turns into something else. Something you can only deny in your mind as your body starts to be consumed by it.

Your mouth hangs open as you start to pant softly. George takes the apparent invitation, and placed the fat tip of his cock between your lips. You instinctively do your best to slurp it in deeper, and settle for swirling your tongue around it as you suction down on it. He moans, clearly enjoying your effort, and you feel a small hint of pride that you don’t immediately dismiss.

You almost can’t believe how deep Paul is inside of your ass. You try to picture his cock again and your mind compares it to how deep your boyfriend got in your ass. The tip of Paul’s cock is roughly double that depth, and there’s a little part of you that resents your boyfriend for not getting your ass better prepared for this. You feel a pang of guilt as you wonder if this is cheating, and a sudden realization that being fucked by him will never feel the same after this. It will only be more disappointing.

Mike pauses for a longer moment, forcing his cock deep inside of you and holding it there. Paul continues his deep strokes into your ass, and you start involuntarily flexing around his cock. As your ass tightens and relaxes repeatedly, you hear Paul start moaning and his thrusts speed up. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon” he says, more as a warning to Mike than to you.

Mike quickly resumes his thrusts, and the sensation is too much to bear. Your body has reached its limit as you feel Paul’s cock swelling, Mike’s cock deep inside your pussy and as you suck and slurp on George. All of it together is too much to take, and your body convulses in a sudden and earth-shattering orgasm. You feel your pussy clench down on Mike, and he moans in response. “Mmmm the bitch is cumming”, you barely register his words, but the laughter from the other men cuts you deep.

“What a slut”, Paul manages to grunt out behind you as his orgasm approaches. Mike was apparently closer than he let on though, or the sensation of your orgasm pushed him over the edge. You feel his girth swell, painfully stretching you even more as your orgasm starts to subside. He unloads a heavy load of cum inside of your pussy and you’re fully aware as it happens. You hate how good it feels.

Paul grunts loudly several times as he thrusts as deep as he can into your ass. You can feel him stretching you deeper than you’d imagined he could go, and then you feel his cock start to twitch as spurts of cum escape it. Your ass fills with cum, and his thrusts start causing it to leak out of you. He pulls out after a few final pumps, and climbs off of you. Mike pushes you up off of his cock, and you fall in a heap on the mattress.

George’s cock falls out of your mouth as you slump over, but he’s not done. He grabs you under each arm and lifts you to a kneeling position. You stay where he wants you, defeated, as the cum starts dripping down your thighs. Between your orgasm and the cum, your mind is broken. You cry softly as George stands over you, rapidly stroking his cock.

“Show me those tits, be a good slut.” His voice is almost kind as he orders you to give him a show. Still weeping, but fully submissive, you lean back and cup your boobs. You push them together and lift them for him, being sure to leave your nipples exposed to his eyes. He moans as you service his eyes with your body, and a thick glob of cum shoots out of the tip of his cock. It lands squarely on your lips, and several more heavy spurts of cum cover your tits.

“What the fuck is going on here?” A new voice cuts through the air over the sound of George’s moans. All 4 of you freeze, and you turn to look. There’s a 4th man standing a few feet away, wearing a similar outfit to the one George had on. “Relax, friend. My name is Mike. This is my slut, Heather. She exists only to service me, and anyone I tell her to. I know how this looks, but I promise you she wanted this.” As he speaks, Paul kneels behind your head. “Make the smart choice or we’ll end you.” He says simply.

The man’s eyes narrow, and his forehead is creased with lines. After a moment, he speaks. “If that’s true… can I get my dick sucked?” You’re mortified at his question, but you remain silent. You’re still utterly broken by the betrayal of your body’s orgasm, and Paul’s threat has you frozen in fear. “Of course, friend. Please, let her take your cock out so you know she’s willing.”

The man steps forward and looks down at you. You can’t imagine what he sees, you have cum leaking to form a puddle below you and cum on your chin and tits. There’s still tears on your face and in your eyes as you look up at him. “Well, girl? Do you want to do this?” You look up at Mike as the man speaks. He nods at you, and you know you have no choice. You reach up and unzip the crotch of the man’s jumpsuit.

You reach inside in pull out his flaccid cock, which immediately begins growing. “That’s right slut, suck him dry…” you hear Paul behind you, egging you on. You plunge your mouth over the half-hard cock and start sucking it. You feel the same mild pride you felt when sucking on George, because the man’s cock stiffens completely within a moment. “Damn, your slut is good at this”, the man says to Mike, who simply laughs in response.

You put forth your best effort in an attempt to get this over with, and the man doesn’t last long. “Ugh, fuck this is good. Does she swallow?” Mike simply nods at the man, and then he leers down at you. You close your eyes, knowing you don’t have a choice. You feel your mouth quickly fill with cum, and unexpectedly large amount of it. You gulp once, clearing most of the cum, and a few more small twitches later and the last of the cum is in your mouth.

George finally speaks for the first time since the man entered the room. “Get back to work now, and don’t tell a soul what happened down here.” The man nods, zips his cock back into his jumpsuit and turns to leave. He doesn’t even bother to thank you. You consider crying out to him, not wanting him to leave you alone with these three again. You can still taste his cum though, and you let your head droop in shame.

Paul and George pull you back to your feet. Mike stands close to you, speaking softly. “You will never tell anyone what happened here today. Is that understood?” You nod, simply wanting the interaction to end. You can tell he’s not buying it.

Mike ponders for a moment, then says “You have a boyfriend, right?” You nod affirmatively. “And his cock is pretty small, isn’t it? You were too tight for him to be worth a damn.” You feel your face flush, but you nod again.

Mike continues, “I thought so. I mean this when I say it, you can do better. The three of us deeply enjoyed using your body today, didn’t we?” The other two men nod and voice their agreement, and George takes one last squeeze at your tit from his position next to you.

“There’s no way you enjoy being fucked by a small cock, right? Or would you prefer one like mine?” Mike’s question hits deep inside of you. You want to lie, to tell him you enjoy your boyfriend, but you can’t do it. You just nod, feeling disgraced. You resent your boyfriend deeply right now, if he were more of a man you would have some defense to offer in this conversation.

“Well, I have a deal for you then. You said you’re broke, you hate your job and clearly your boyfriend is worthless. Go home. Dump him. Meet me in the same place we met this morning, and I’ll pay you extremely well to be my slut. Don’t answer me now, I’ll know your answer tomorrow. Do you understand my offer?” You nod curtly, still eager to end the discussion but his words ring in your mind.

“George is going to take you back to your car. You’ll be blindfolded, but you won’t be hurt any further, I promise. Say thank you.” You swallow whatever is left of your pride as you thank him. The words burn in your throat as they come out, but you mean them. You appreciate his promise.

“Oh, and, you’ll find that your car has been fixed. One of my men took it and had it repaired while we had our fun here. Maybe you’ll get to thank him next time.” Mike turns away from you and starts putting his clothes on.

Paul walks away and grabs some sweats from a bag on the floor behind the wooden posts you were fastened to earlier. He tosses them to you and you nearly don’t catch them. You scramble to get dressed, your mind racing. You completely ignore the cum on your legs, just eager to be covered up again. Mike’s offer is still echoing in your mind.

George is dressed a moment after you, and it’s a quick 10 minute ride to your car. You’re forced to wear a blindfold but you don’t even care. You just want your freedom back now. George pulls his van to a stop, and you feel the blindfold being tugged up over your head.

“Remember, don’t tell anyone what happened. We have all of your info.” He hands you your wallet, your ID clearly visible through the plastic sleeve, and your address printed right under your full name. “And please consider Mike’s offer. I’d really enjoy getting my dick sucked by you again.” You’re repulsed at the pride you feel over his comment, but you just nod and climb out of the van silently.

You see your car parked neatly on the side of the road, undamaged. You almost can’t believe the relief you feel. You half jog to the car and get in, finding the key and your cell phone sitting on your seat. You drive home, reliving the entire ordeal in your mind. You consider that they have pictures of you being fucked, they have your address, full name and they know what you drive. Fear courses through your body and your mind.

You pull into the driveway of your apartment building and glance at your phone. It’s 4 PM now, you should have been home hours ago. You see several missed calls, but you don’t really care about them. You just want to quickly head inside, you’re more than ready to shower this cum off.

As you walk inside, you hear your boyfriend call out, “where the hell have you been?” You feel anger and frustration explode out of you, and you break up with him on the spot. You tell him his cock is pathetic, you have someone new and you want his stuff out of your apartment tonight. When he starts to beg and plead, you point out the dried George cum on your chin. Your now ex-boyfriend leaves angrily.

You lay in the bottom of the shower, letting the hot water wash everything away. One thing you can’t wash away though, is the orgasm you had. You can’t help but think about it as you absentmindedly rub your pussy. Your mind continues to wander, and you relive the entire experience with your fingers on your clit. You remember how each man came, and you feel some twisted amount of pride again. You have a leg shaking orgasm right in the bottom of the shower, thinking about their cocks.

“I’ll pay you extremely well to be my slut…” you repeat Mike’s words out loud over the noise of the shower. A small smile spreads across your lips as you consider how you should quit your job, and what you might be doing in the basement of that factory tomorrow.

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