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Chop Shop Queen

WARNING

Contains forced sex, and violence.

(c) 1996, Stroker Ace



`Chop Shop Queen' is entirely a work of fiction.



"If it wasn't for the graft, corruption and violence,
the city wouldn't be any fun at all". Julie - MTV
Oddities

Chop Shop Queen
Chapter One

"Gang violence has reached epidemic
proportions and represents a major public
health problem in Point Hope where 73 percent
of all sexual assaults last year were gang-
related, the Police Chief said.

The majority of gang-related attacks are
happening in communities where there are
violent street gangs, the Chief of Police
said. That puts everyone who lives in those
communities, or plays or works in those
communities, or even drives through those
communities at higher risk. The research
showed, that everyone in Point Hope is at
risk of assault, she said.

And in other news.."

Brad pressed the buttons on the radio until the van
filled with the thick guitar chords of Guns and Roses
singing, "You are in the jungle baby." They were driving
fast, winding the battered van down tight inner city
streets.

"Shit, we are going to be late," Brad said as he turned
on the headlights.

"Fuck that shit head Nilo," Joey answered. "His dam
auction can wait. He should be glad that we came down to
this fucking hell hole". Joey was reloading the tiny
automatic for the fourth time in five minutes.

"Put that dam thing away," Brad said. "Nilo is running
a safe area. He will be searching everyone for weapons.
All of the other hoods will be there too. Everyone is to be
on their good behavior."

"I don't like it. I don't like going into their turf."
Joey eyed the graffiti colored walls, picking out the gangs
amidst the spray painted names. "Plus I don't trust those
other hoods anyway. Dam it, I like it in the burbs."

"I know, but if we can pick up that Porsche, bring it
back to the warehouse and fix it up. We can get a bundle
for that car. He has to sell it. He grabbed it from the
dam courthouse parking lot. There is too much heat on him,
its only a matter of time till the pigs find out where he is
hiding it."

"Dam. Look at that!"

A shinny white Mustang was creeping along, slowing down
even further at each intersection as if he looking for
street signs that had been missing for years.

The Mustang almost stopped in front of the van. Brad
leaned on the horn. The driver unsure of what to do,
started to drive forward then turned sharply down the side
street. A shopping cart rolled in front of the car. The
white car screeched to a stop, inches from the cart.
Immediately a large black youth ran in front of the car.
Looking like a football player he stood legs spread, leaning
forward hands on the hood as if he could hold the car still.
The windows shattered and others leaned in grabbing for
anything of value.

Brad stopped the van in the intersection. "Rental
plates," Joey observed.

A thin kid, not more than 120 lb. soaking wet pulled
back from the smashed window, and danced around holding a
large purse over his head. The guy leaning in the drivers
window, stepped back opened the door and pulled a screaming
woman from the seat. He got into the car and with tires
smoking backed the car almost into Joey's door.

"Whatcha doing, man! Move that piece of shit," the
driver yelled.

"Yo bro, what are you afraid of? " Brad was out of the
van and quickly beside the driver. "Wait a minute. Hey
man, I know you. You are Zulu Nation, aren't you."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nice car." Brad backed up, still talking with the
driver. "You going to keep it, or turn it over to Nilo?"

"None of you business, man." The driver pulled forward
a few feet and raced the engine.

"This is Nilo's turf, isn't it?," Brad asked. They
both new that Nilo would not tolerate it.

The football player grabbed the girl's necklace from
behind and pulling it from both sides broke the gold chain.
"Give that back," the girl yelled all the while backing away
from him until bumping into Brad. She spun around, grateful
to see another white face, and clutched to him.

"Let's get out of here, honey." As he passed the
driver he added, "Follow me to Nilo's if you know what's
good for you."

Joey was already in the drivers seat. "Get her in!"

The two vehicles speed down the dark deserted streets.
Only an old shopping cart remained, blocking another unused
city street.

"I am so glad that you two came when you did. Those
bas..., those jerks stole my car! Its not even mine it's a
rental. What am I going to tell the rental company. They
are never going to send me on another trip."

"Slow down, babe. What trip?" Brad asked.

"My company. This is first day at work after two weeks
training in Boston. I just graduated last summer."

"What do you do?" Joey asked.

"I am in marketing. I just flew in this morning and
was on my way back to the airport when I got lost on the
expressway.

"You are not even close."

"I took the wrong exit. I wanted to turn around but I
couldn't get back on. And then those jerks pulled me from
my car and took my necklace. I was really scared until you
guys showed up and saved me. I love you guys." She sat on
an oversize pillow, leaning forward between the two front
seats of the van.

"When is your flight?" Joey asked.

"At 9 pm. Travel booked me on a redeye back to Boston.
Junior associates have to fly the redeye."

Brad looked at the clock on the dashboard. "So they
don't expect you back at the office till Monday? Did you
call anyone to get help?"

"I was too embarrassed. It is my first day and all. I
want to make a good impression."

"So no one knows where your are?" Joey asked.

"I called in from the client's office at noon. Why do
you ask?"

Joey stopped the van in front of a chain link gate.
Tires screeched behind him. "Open up. We are here to see
Nilo." A lookout rolled the gate back.

"Where are we going?" The girl looked around as if she
only now realized the deserted buildings, the rows of dirty
warehouses, the empty streets. "I want to go to the
airport. Take me to the airport."

"Sure. But we need to pick something up from here
first," Brad quickly answered.

The van had pulled into a garage. The white Mustang
parked close alongside.

The dividing walls of the warehouse had been torn down,
leaving one long garage. The rear half of a Mercedes
convertible sat at the far end of the garage, a welding
helmet on the trunk. A group of young men stood around a
Porsche in the middle of the garage. All turned to watch as
the two cars pulled in.

"Everyone out," Joey said.

Chapter 2

"Whatcha ya bringing your people here for, you dumb
ass. You know this here is neutral territory." Nilo was a
large man. At 26 he was the oldest and respected by all.
He had a feared reputation for doing what he said. "This
ain't no place for your girl either."

"These are not my people. I caught these hoods
stealing this girl's car."

"So what?"

"It was on 10th, just up the street."

"Hey, that's my turf man." Big Nilo turned to the thin
guy, "In case you are as dumb as you look, that's my turf.
I know your colors, man. They are Zulu Nation colors."

"Hey man, we don't mean anything by it. See we came
here to show our respect. We all respect your turf, man.
We will just take the car and girl then blow," the driver
said. He gestured to the heavy guy to put the girl into
the car.

"Not the girl." Brad stepped between the heavy black
and the girl. Joey held her by the upper arm. "You were
not interested in her before. You were going to leave her
on the street."

"I caught her man. It was me who set the hit up. She
belongs to us." The two men were inches apart, face to
face.

"Enough of this shit! I own these streets and every
dam thing on them," Nilo's said. "The bitch is mine." His
people spread out around them.

"You don't want this bitch, Nilo. She is going to
bring too much heat. No bitch is worth that. Look at her,
she is not from around here. She is whiter than Snow White.
She looks like some dam movie star. This ain't some whore
pinched off the streets, man. A girl like this is going to
be missed. Big time. The pigs will be all over your ass
once they find out she is missing. She called her job 2
minutes before Zulu Nation over there pinched her. She told
them where she was and that she would call again from the
airport."

"That's bullshit, man." the driver said. Then in a
lower voice, "I don't think she called anyone."

"I need to get to the airport. You said you were
taking me to the airport," the girl pleaded, fighting back
tears.

"Give me her purse. Here it is, a plane ticket for 9
pm." Nilo dumped the purse on a hood of a Lexus. "Makeup,
she doesn't look like she wears much to me." Nilo sorted
through the contents, pocketing the cash. Wallet,
sunglasses, what's this?" Nilo held an unopened Trojan pack
in his plump hand.

"You should get a piece of the prize, Nilo. It is only
fair. You can't keep her, in an hour or two this
neighborhood is going to be crawling with FBI. The cops are
making a lot of law and order noises again. It will pass in
a few weeks, but in the mean time we have to be cool. The
Zulu's are from the South side, they could keep her, but she
belongs to us, the Spur Posse gang. We are way out in the
suburbs. They have no special reason to suspect us. We all
know that no one here will rat." Brad looked around.
Everyone nodded. Everyone knew what Nilo thought of rats.
"The only way to settle this is to have an auction. That is
why all the colors are here anyway. The others can go after
the Porsche and Lexus, but I am bidding on the bitch."

"OK," Nilo called to one of his lieutenants. "T-bone,
bring her over to the light, where I can see what's been
fucking up my car sale."

"Get away from me!"

The men gathered around in a tight circle as the girl
was dragged to the center. "Hey, we can't see shit from
back here! The bitch is too short," a voice yelled from the
back to a chorus of laughter and insults. "Naaa, it is your
wetback ass that is too short. Get that cute little cunt up
on the table."

Nilo's man dragged the girl by her hand to the table.
To everyone's amusement she stepped up on the chair that was
offered without fuss. Nilo turned to face the crowd, then
looked back at the girl towering overhead. "T-bone, damit,
pull that workbench over here and put the lights on her. I
can't sell any bitch that's higher than me."

"That's better. Now what's your name, girlie?"

"I can't stay here, I have to get back to Boston, they
are expecting me. Let me go," she babbled almost
incoherently between her sobs.

"Well lets see what your drivers license says. You
are, Shannon Rae and not from Boston either."

"I moved up there after graduation..... How long do
you plan to keep me here?"

"Born February, 1972, that makes you ....."

"24 ya dum... Ahh that makes her 24," the speaker in
the crowd caught himself just in time.

Nilo gave the culprit a hard stare, but continued on in
his slow drawl, "Five foot five, 108 pounds, blue eyes, " he
made a show of standing back to look at her. "Deep blue."

T-bone finally got the big light stand in place,
turning on the rows of rectangular lights. All eyes moved
to Shannon standing alone on her table. Big Nilo squinting
into the lights, from the safety of the sturdier workbench.
Her hands were folded tightly across her chest.
Occasionally she would lower her head to wipe her nose with
a finger over her left breast. She wore a silver ring with
an azure stone on the same hand.

Brad got his first good look at the captive. She stood
thin and tall in white pumps. Her dress was all business,
an elegant cream jacket tailored to a tiny waist, over a
matching skirt with a silky white blouse. Brad reached out
to feel the curve of cool white stockings, taunt over a
shapely leg. The calf muscle was firm, the curve filling
his palm with the sensuous silky feel of expensive hose. He
felt the muscle ripple under his palm as she tensed then
with a shriek, twitched from his touch.

She squinted into the lights, her eyes red from crying.
A grayish circle on clear white skin circled each eye where
the mascara and eye shadow had smudged. Her hair was in
disarray, a rope of black hair clung to the corner of full
pink lips. Stylish wide gold earrings caught the lights in
a burst of sparkles.

"Looks mighty fine to me," Nilo announced. "Let's get
on with this. How much ya going to give me?"

"I'll give you a grand," the driver from the Zulu's
yelled.

Coolio the leader of Los Solidos countered immediately
with "2 big," stepping forward as if to claim his prize..

"Wait Nilo." It was the driver from the Zulu Nation.
"This bitch is going to cost a lot of green. I want to see
what the ho has to offer."

In his characteristic accent Coolio replied, "Yeah,
man. We gotta see how she is going to pay us back." The
room erupted in laughter and confirmation.

"OK, Ok," Nilo held his chubby hand up to the crowd.
"Girly, put your hands down."

Shannon stood still, her legs pressed close together,
white pumps touching, her chin lowered so her hair made a
tent around her pretty face. Her hands were still clutched
over her breast.

"Damit girl." Nilo stepped onto the table jumping back
to the stronger bench when the table swayed under his
weight. For a moment her eyes raised, wide with fear, Brad
caught the look. The look of a woman.

"Cut the crap, man. I gotta see how she is built,"
Coolio yelled over the laughter.

"T-bone." Nilo pointed to the engine hoist. He knew
what to do. In a minute, white plastic tie straps were
locked around her delicate wrists were lifted over a big
steel hook on the hoist. Short jerky movements raised her
arms, as T-bone raised and lowered the big lever. Shannon
stood with her tied wrists barely over her head, her elbows
hiding her face. Her bracelets fell to the middle of a
slender arm. The lever fell again jerking her elbows higher
above her face. The swell of her chest was clear for the
first time. With a groan T-bone pulled again on the lever
and she stood stretched out with arms comfortably bent. He
groaned again and her hands jerked higher still. Shannon
moved her toes together, the way that girls do, her elbows
straight. The chain jerked upward again. The little skirt
edged even higher exposing the lacy design at the top of the
virgin white thigh high stockings. A sigh escaped parted
lips as her chest tightened. The jacket flared outwards
like a cape, from her awkward position.

Trusty T-bone jumped up on the table. A slight push
sent the stretched out woman spinning with a shrill screech.
He turned her again, giving everyone a look at the buttoned
collar and a hint of a bra strap. At the urging from the
crowd he cut at the jacket. The thicker seams and collar
were difficult to cut, but he kept hacking away until the
only the sleeves remained, the jagged ends falling to her
shoulder. The switchblade swung again, slicing the blouse
from the middle of her back up through the collar. The
blouse fell away at a deep notch exposing flesh pulled taunt
over strained shoulder blades. The curve of that skin as
sexy as any leg.

The blade again fell, slicing the blouse to the skirt.
A pull and she was bare. He turned Shannon to the front.
Kneeling in front of the dangling girl, he rolled each
stocking from her leg, carefully tying each stocking in a
decorative bow about each ankle.

Someone whistled.

"Coolio is in for two. This little bitch can earn that
back in a night. You going to let him steal her? Whatcha
bid?" Nilo brought the group back.

"Twenty five hundred."

Twenty six." The bidding started in earnest. T-bone
busied himself cutting the sleeves from the girl. Her eyes
never left the flickering blade as it traveled up each arm,
then down to the skirt's zipper. She raised each foot free
of the cloth, kicking the skirt from her toe to leave her
foot free for the next unexpected twist as she dangled from
the steel hook. Her underwear flicked from his blade sailed
across the room, fluttering down to lay shimmering white on
a red tool box.

"You guys crazy?" Marlon Ng from the Aum Shinri Kyo
sect was always the business man. "I can just get a girl
off the streets and turn her out. She is hot, but not
twenty five, hot.

Her bra fell to T-bone's knife.

"Twenty eight!"

Brad offered, "Five big."

"Five, five," countered Coolio. "Honey, I am going to
buy your trimmed pussy, then I am going to fuck you right
here, then I will give your sorry ass to my home boys. Do
you hear me bitch?"

"Answer him bitch," T-bone spun her to face Coolio.
"What did he say?"

"Just let me go. I won't tell or anything," she
pleaded.

"What did he say?" His hand, dark with worked in
grease, clenched on to the center of her breast. The other
nipple reddened in sympathy.

"Stop! You are hurting me. He said he is going to buy
me and."

"And what?"

"And fuck me."

"You got the cash?," Brad asked.

"I can get it."

"Five, per Nilo's rules," Brad replied. "Cash. No
credit."

"Hey man."

"No credit. That has always been my rule," Nilo said,
looking down at them from the bench. "No cash, no sale.
Brad takes the bitch. I got cars to move."

"Hey man, I ain't going to let that bitch outta here
with out getting some of that sweet pussy." Coolio drew
himself up to his full height, his chin raised to look up
into Brad's eyes. "That bitch got me hot."

The shop resounded with the voices, "Yeah, I want a
piece of her too."

"You are going to have to share." Nilo had spoken. T-
bone stood idly stroking his blade handle over the squirming
girl's sex, his hand resting easily on her breast.

Brad put his hip against the table and shoved. With a
screech it slid away, T-bone jumping free, leaving a
screaming Shannon dangling nude from the hook. A shiver of
light shone through the tiny triangle between her thighs and
sex. Her legs together emphasized the curve to her waist
softly flaring over hips, down in a swirl of highlights and
shadows over strained thighs. The white pumps clattered on
the floor.

Joey turned the handle on the lift dropping the girl in
a rag doll heap at Brads feet. She immediately curled up on
her side, her knees tight to her breast, content to remain
on the concrete floor.

"Lets take care of business first," Nilo called to the
crowd. "Gather around, whatca going to give me for this
Porsche?"



Chapter 3

The group reassembled by the cars leaving Brad and Joey
alone around Shannon's trembling form. Brad put an arm
about her shoulders raising her to her knees. He guided her
legs under her until she was sitting with feet folded under
each thigh. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered. Brad
pulled her to him, rubbing her back with his hands until he
felt the warmth return.

"Shannon, pay attention." She look up at him through a
tangle of hair, her mouth falling open. Brad brushed the
long strands of black hair from her eyes.

"I am going to make you into my Bitch now. There is
nothing you can do about it. Relax, it will be easier for
you. All you have to do is take care of me. That's it,
just do what you are told and satisfy me. But first I have
to show you what it would be like if you disobey or try to
run away. If you are a good girl, it will never be this
hard on you again. Shannon, do you understand?"

The girl nodded her head still pressed to Brad's
shoulder. "What do I have to do?"

"I am going to fuck you, then the homeboys will fuck
you."

"Oh God. Please don't do that."

"Its not going to be easy for you, Shannon, but if you
are strong you can get through it. Just remember that if
you behave you will never have to go through this again.
Can you do it Shannon? Can you be strong?"

"I. I don't know. I think so."

"That's not good enough. You have to be strong."

Brad, his hand on the back of her neck felt her head
nod against his shoulder. Her arms tightened against him.
He held her like a lover as Joey pulled her hair back into a
hasty pony tail, holding it in place with silver duct tape.

"They are almost finished with the cars, Shannon. You
are going to have to greet everyone. Come on now, that's a
good girl. Joey, get `em ready."

Joey tossed a fan belt to Brad before turning to guide
the men returning from the cars. The rubber fan belt was as
big a round as her chest. A plastic strap tightened the
belt into a tight hoop around her neck. The other half
formed a handle which Brad used to lead her, on her knees,
to where the men formed a line a few steps away.

"I want you to meet my new bitch." The joking and
banter had quieted. Joey directed the men to form a circle
about Shannon. Their oversize belt buckles glimmered about
head. The fan belt stuck from her the back of her neck like
the handle for a seeing eye dog. "Coolio, meet Shannon, my
new bitch. Shannon this is Coolio. Coolio is a very
important man. He is the honcho of Los Solidos. They along
with Nilo's Posse just about owns the city. Nothing happens
without their approval. Right Coolio? Now Shannon, take
his dick out and show your respect."

Shannon had immediately seen what was happening. Her
face turned back to look up to Brad. Eyes wide, she pleaded
to the only one who had shown her compassion. "Please, sir,
don't make me do this. I have never... I mean I can't do
it. I will do anything for you. Anything you want, but not
to." She nodded to the right, "Not to them."

"Shannon, remember what I told you. Behave and be
strong. If you are good you will not have to go through
this again. Now show your respect to these gentlemen,
before I get mad."

Sobbing again, nude, a course belt pulling against her
throat, she look out at the circle of men towering over her.
The joking and catcalls started again, "Come over here
bitch, this gentleman has got some meat for you. Ha ha ha."
There was nothing to do but surrender. She reached up and
unbuttoned his fly, gasping with surprise as his cock sprung
to her face. Instinctively she took it in her hand and
delicately stroked his stiff rod back and forth. His
manhood swelled at her trembling touch. Engorged, with
veins bulging, a single drop of sperm glimmered at the tip
of his cock, inches before her eyes.

"Talk to your bitch, man." Coolio yelled in his usual
accent. "I don't want no fucking hand job. I can get that
from the queers on 52 nd."

Joey reeled off a strip of silver tape, binding her
wrists together over the swell of her sweetly rounded ass.
Shannon with mouth open wide bobbed for his twitching dick,
regaining some dignity and control of her fate when she
captured his engorged head between her lips. Brad put a
sneaker between her knees and pushed them further apart.
Coolio stroked into her, resting a hand on her head to
control his plunge. Her cheeks bulged as she guided the
swollen member away from her throat, but if Coolio noticed,
he didn't object. Grunting he pulled from her mouth,
holding his dick he shot his load into her face. Relieved
his hand fell from her head, as he pronounced her "El
cocksucker Grande," to amusement of everyone except one
whimpering girl.

Shannon's arms jerked against their bindings, she
settled on wiping some of the cum off against her shoulders.
She looked again over her shoulder at Brad, hoping for
relief.

"Crawl." Brad manhandled the fan belt, leading the
girl the two steps to another man. "You remember Mr. Nilo,
our host. Give him your thanks."

Nilo stood eagerly working his large black tool. "Yeah
bitch, take care of my Georgia black snake."

Shannon sat, back stiff, head lowered with mouth
tightly set. A few moments passed with Nilo playing his
partially hard cock against her forehead, before Brad bent
down and whispered in her ear. Shannon looked to the men at
her right, most were playing with their cocks waiting for
her attentions. She look up again at Brad. He nodded and
wiped a tear from her cheek. In slow motion, she turned and
opened her mouth, a string of Coolio's cum drooled from her
upper lip, like a silky spider web across her mouth dripping
down to a lipstick smeared lip. With blinding speed the now
throbbing shaft rammed through the spider web thrusting deep
past her tongue. Gagging she threw her head back, her body
at an insupportable angle. Nilo stepped up, his body over
her, she leaned between massive legs, her weight supported
by his hand at her neck. He played her like that, rolling
his wet snake over her face then in, telling her to suck,
briefly jabbing deeper but pulling back as she gasped. Then
with a deep moan Nilo steeped forward again putting his
dangling sack over her neck. Her upturned head sprouted
from his loins the tape wrapped pony tail dangled straight
down. He clutched her pretty head between his thighs and
with cock pointing downward between her pretty charms and
his hairy balls. Both shook as he came in yellowish spurts.
He shoot onto Shannon's chest, letting her fall folded onto
her back, his cum pooling between her breasts.

T-bone cut the line. Joey was ready to push him away
but thought better of it. TB pulled her up by the belt on
her neck, ramming his cock in her and coming within moments.
His sperm shoot wildly, most missed her lips catching her
face instead and streaming white before disappearing into
her dark silky hair.

The line had grown impatient. The men rowdy, bare
cocks erect, shiny with pre-cum advanced around the
quivering girl. Brad spun her around planting his cock in
the warmth of her mouth. Shannon looked up, fixing her
gauze on Brad's eyes, giving herself to him for protection.
Deeply Brad took her mouth, her fear enough to overcome an
instinct to gag as he plowed her throat. The others no
longer content to wait, jerked off all around her. The
sight of the first man shooting across her face, a trail
catching her in the eye, the sticky spew sealing her eyelid
shut, unleashed an orgy of cum as man after man, shoot their
wads on her face, hair, and back. Another pumped into her
ear. In disgust, Brad stepped back, to avoid the flying
streams of sperm.

Two deep, the circle of men tightened around Shannon.
Rather unwisely she bent over, face protected by her knees,
leaving the firm swell of her rear exposed and vulnerable.

A ear ripping scream of a woman in pure terror
reverberated though out the garage.



Chapter 4

"Aww man. Shut that bitch up!"

"The biggest trouble with her is the noise."

Brad shoved his way back into the circle. Luther who
was rumored to be planning a take over of the Zulu Nation
had raised her ass. Concerned of his zipper doing
irreparable damage to something very important to him, he
had stopped to take off the offending garment. It was now
or never. Brad shoved the bigger man into the crowd and
wrenched Shannon to her feet.

A good woman has instincts that bond her to her man.
Joey smiled as he saw Shannon with cum from the hood,
dripping from face, hair and boobs, her wrists taped behind,
scamper to her bare feet with the agility of a dancer,
falling into Brad's shadow. The belt around her neck looped
over Brad's shoulder held loosely in one hand.

"This is my bitch. I will say what or who she does."

"Hey bros. Look who's here. Its Yolanda." Nilo stood
beside what could only be a working girl dressed in loud
halter top and tiny shorts stretched into her crotch. "More
pussy, less waiting!"

The men flocked to the new arrival, as the girl moved
to a table.

"Joey, pull that car seat over here. I am going to
take Shannon into the men's room and clean her up. Shannon,
you were OK, out there but what that was nothing compared to
what is going to happen to you." Tears began to flow again.
"I will rinse your face off, it will make you feel better.
Now use the toilet. It's OK, I am staying right here. You
belong to me now, I will wipe you. There is nothing you can
hide. Open your legs I am going to piss between them."

Obediently, Shannon followed Brad back into the shop,
the now unused loop of fan belt sticking straight out from
behind her neck. In twos and threes men began to converge
around the couple. "Brad sir, I can't do this." Shannon
froze in the middle of the garage.

"Shannon do you want me to take care of you?," Brad
asked. Joey pulled the car reclined car seat closer.

"Yes. Please don't let them hurt me." Her nipples
were hard, a flushed pink.

"Then you must trust me. Ignore everything and
everybody around you, Shannon, only listen to me. Surrender
everything, its the only way. It will be tight, will feel
like you will tear, but take it like a woman. Surrender to
it. Feel the comfort of not having any choice, any say in
what happens, enjoy the sexuality of being a woman."

"Now bend over." Brad knelt to look into her eyes as
Joey moved behind her. "Joey is going to but some Vaseline
on you, its all we got." He continued to talk soothingly to
the girl bent at the waist, gently rubbing her side down to
her thighs. Joey guided her legs farther apart and nodded
to Brad. "Look at me Shannon," Brad commanded. On cue,
Joey shoved a well lubed finger up her ass. "Shannon look
at me!" Brad repeated as Joey pulled his fingers from her
then jammed into her again, shoving more Vaseline into her
ass.

"Now, sit on my lap. No the other way, with your back
to me and your legs wide, outside of mine. Relax now and
take me in."

"No! Oh no. Not there."

"Relax, push against me." Brad worked the tip of his
cock against her budding sphincter positioning, gently
stroking between her legs, feeling her relax under his
touch, then pushing in. Joey stood in front of her, stoking
her breasts. "Take me in." Once past the tight sphincter
the short cries changed to a soft moan.

"She's ready," Brad said softly. He felt her body
tighten around his still cock buried deep in her bowels.
Joey again lowered his pants. With her arms tied behind
her, pinned by Brad's cock, she was completely accessible.
He returned his shaft to her mouth, while playing with her
nipples, his hand sliding down into her sex.

"She is like a river down here."

Flushed beet red from head to nipples and humiliated to
her core, she sucked at his cock. Her body shivered to the
touch of his hand deep within her moist sensitive lips.
Every flutter, every tremble of her body ripples through her
into Brad's trunk buried deep within her core. Joey moved
down, entering her vagina as she pleaded helplessly. The
pleas turning quickly into panting directions as she guided
the second man in. "Slowly, God it hurts, OK, OK, Ahh, wait
it hurts, please finish." Together separated by the
thinnest most sensitive film of female, both males feeling
the thrust of one another through her, erupting shooting
into both grottos simultaneously to the cheers of a growing
crowd. When Joey moves away Shannon experiences the full
humiliation of siting nude, legs spread, pinned by a man in
her ass, cum dripping, in a circle of rigid cocks. Another
hood takes Joey's place while Brad whispers to Shannon
calming her down. He strokes her chest as the bro withdraws
from her seeping pussy, inserting his soiled member into her
mouth.

By the next man Brian is hard again and again
penetrates the fluttering muscle of her ass. A thin man
wearing a heavy ragged coat pushes at an Asian, almost
falling down himself. Marlon Ng with his pants around his
ankles is caught off guard turns to push back then seeing
who it is, politely steps aside. It is the Bum. If he has
another name it is never used. Since the time he messed up
a police raid by falling down in front of the sergeants
cruiser, he has been tolerated by Nilo. Considered harmless
except for his smell, he hangs around the shop and given a
bottle every now and then, or a butt to smoke. The Bum
opens his coat and unties his pants. He is not wearing
underwear. Marlon holds his nose in disgust. The laughter
drowns out Shannon's objections. His prick swells at the
sight of her squirming on the cock in her ass. With hands
trapped behind her she can only make little circles in the
air with her shoulders. Her head is pushed back on Brad's
shoulder, legs splayed over Brad's.

The Bum's cock is partially hard, amazingly long and
skinny. Shannon says, "Thank you," when Joey gives him a
red shop towel to wipe it off. Brad leans further back as
the Bum approaches, he whips is cock over her grimacing face
playing it against her lips. Brad pushes up into her bowels
and tells her to lick. Obediently her tongue, a pale pink
extends and flicks against the limp head. It is a long time
before she takes her tongue back into her mouth, and then
only after scraping it against her teeth. But that was all
he needed. He grows harder, actually gaining some diameter
and shoves into her vagina. Crying "Maria" he stokes,
shooting still as he withdraws. "Wipe her off," Marlon
shouts. "Let a man at that fuck pussy!," and he is on her.

++++

"Look him in the eye when you say it!"

"Can I suck you? Would you like to fuck my cunt?"

"Be sexier. You missed those two over there," Brad
instructs.

"Would you like to fuck me? My cunt is hot for you.
You can fuck my mouth." Shannon pleads her voice heavy.
"Please sir, let me go. They all fucked me good two or
three times, all they wanted. I begged them all like you
wanted. You win, I quit. I will do whatever you want."

"You will get a chance to prove it. Get up."

"I can't stand. God, I am bleeding, Its all raw and
swollen down there."

"You are not only going to stand, you are going to
run."

The men eagerly formed two lines a few stopping first
at the workbench. The back door was opened to allow the
summer breeze to cool the shop. Nilo stood at one end of
the lines and Brad at the other. Joey led Shannon, stiff
and nude, hands still taped, to stand beside Nilo.

Nilo towering over her put his arm around her.
"Girlie, you are going to get married, by running this here
gauntlet. Brad there at the far end is your man. You are
going to prove your devotion by running between these two
lines while they have at you with belts, and I see a couple
of hoses. You better back up and get a running start there
girlie. Oh, one more thing, if you fall down you have to
run again. If you make it," Nilo laughed at the thought,
"kneel at his feet and you will belong to him."

Shannon bent at the waist, raising her hands as high as
her shoulders would allow, "Untie me first."

Nilo looked at Brad, then back at Shannon, "You run the
way you are."

Shannon stepped backwards, pausing with the comforting
breeze on her back. Setting her legs and with a deep breath
she ran with all her strength. Strong legs pumping, the
first blows glance off her shoulders then she is caught
across her breasts with a belt. The ferocity of that blow
taking her completely by surprise, she spins around.
Disoriented, with her head down she is an easy target as she
is pushed from one man to another. The blows landed on her
back, whipping around to her stomach. Others found her
pubes sending her staggering backwards. Like a wounded deer
she staggers, her legs tremble then give and she collapses
to her knees, forehead resting on the floor. Coolio kindly
helps her to her feet and shoves her toward the distant
Brad. Again with head down, arms behind her, she runs
through the slashing leather. A black hose flies out
catching her low across her legs sprawling her face down on
the unforgiving concrete.

Nilo orders Luther from line for hitting too low. But
Shannon must run again. Coolio helps her to her feet and
points her toward Nilo. Her breasts and knees are scraped
and bleeding. Between the two lines of men, she walks
stiffly back to the start. Coolio regains his place in the
middle of the line, giving her a stinging slap on her bare
ass as she continues toward Nilo. The men stand on both
sides without pants, cocks rising, belts hanging at their
sides or resting on their shoulder. They are silent in
respect for the abuse she has endured. Shannon feels the
stinging pain from the belt marks on her back and legs. She
knows that soon it will be worse.

Nilo stops her and cuts the tape from her wrists. "You
have earned it, Shannon. Now get a running start." He
stands aside as she walks slowly past, while rubbing the
circulation into her wrists. Brad hollers, "Turn and run to
me." The open doorway to dark night looms in front of her.



-Stroker Ace-
gentclub@hotmail.com

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