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Another story by she-cries

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Goth's Not Slut (my day at the beach)
By: she-cries (she-cries@hotmail.com)
M+F mmmF nc/rape/humil/exhib/?inter-ws?

Part 2

I was facing a low hill to my left. To my right I saw the open street
and the ocean beach with hundreds of bathers frolicking about just a few
hundred yards away. All I had on were my boots, but there was a
dumpster between me and the hill. I didn't know if anyone would be able
to tell I was naked from that far away, but the cars passing nearby were
very close, and when one drove by and I saw its driver do a double take
I dashed for the dumpster.
I spun around the back, hopefully before anyone else saw me and
tripped
over a man laying on the ground behind the dumpster. I fell forward
onto another man. The first thing I noticed was the retched alcohol
smell, then the immense BO. Compared to these men the clerk smelled
like a bed of roses. The man started up as I fell on him, then grasped
me with rough claws as I tried to scramble away. He kept hold of one
arm and I couldn't get further away.
"This your dress little lady?" asked the other bum behind me. I turned
around and saw a scruffy weather-beaten man dressed in rags with hair so
dirty that it had dreadlocked in thick pointed spars. He was about
thirty, maybe older, the other definitely older.
"The man in the store. He tried to rape me." I pleaded.
The man holding me said, "Looks like he didn't just try." In a
thick rasping voice. With one hand he poked at my sopping wet labia, exposed
from the position I had taken when I tried to back away from him.
"Don't" I cried and tried to pull away, but his grip was too
strong. I submitted to his probing, letting him spread my legs, falling back onto
my butt.
The other man had discarded my dress and come over closer to me,
"You're one'a them gothic chicks, aren't ya?" He looked carefully at my
groin as his friend stuck his rough fingers into my labia. Then he
noticed my large pendulous breasts swinging back and forth. Perhaps not
so large as some woman, but naked, and as short as I am they seem much
larger.
I looked at them both pleadingly but neither said anything.
"Yes." I said.
"It true you into Satanism and vampires and all that shit?"
The other man continued to poke at my vagina. He inserted one finger
into my well lubricated hole. I tried scrambling away again, but the
hand on my arm clamped down and I yelped in pain as he forcefully shoved
his finger further in.
"No." I said, and the guy with the questions came forward and
started to grope at my breasts, which hung heavily below my chest. He ran a
finger along the crease in my tummy. An action that instinctively
caused me to suck in my gut, to try and hide it.
"So what is this whole gothic thing about anyway?" He asked,
going back to groping my breasts.
The man holding me started pushing more fingers inside me, "You
all a bunch of cocksucking sluts ain't ya?"
"No!" I said, then turning to the man fondling my breasts I
said, "It's just a music scene." Growing tired of pushing his fingers inside me the
first man pushed me on my back and climbed on top. I was too weak to
fight him, I knew that from my experience in the store, but I couldn't
bear the thought of having escaped the clerk only to be had by these
men.
"Help me." I pleaded with the one asking me the questions as the
odor of the man on top of me overwhelmed me.
"What do you mean a music scene."
I gasped as the man above me started unbuckling his pants
putting more pressure on top of me, "We just don't get along with normal people, so
we dress different." I let out a yell as I felt a penis pushing inside
me. "We listen to- aah! ...different music, and... oh please stop."
He was pushing inside me and grunting but he kept slipping out and
having to push it back in with his rough fingers.
"You're a whore, ain't ya?" the man raping me crooned.
The other bum was not distracted, "If ya all dress different how
come y'all look the same?"
"We find each other because we- Oh my god- ...we identify with
others who- oh! OH! -and we make friends."
"Say you're a whore!" The bum on top of me groaned as he put
himself back inside me yet again and ferociously grabbed my breast.
"I'm a whore!!!" I shouted in pain. The smell of this man and
the stuffing of his stubby cock inside me was becoming unbearable. I looked
at his friend, but he just gestured for me to continue as I lay with my
back in the dirt under the noon sun being raped by a raggedy homeless
man who carried who knows what vermin and bacteria.
"Well..."
"Say it!"
"I'm a whore!" I looked at the other man and continued, "Friends trade
clothes, and ideas, and introduce each other to music- Oh, please stop!
-OH!" My legs were being hiked up and pushed against my chest, my feet
dangling over his bony shoulders. The bum just couldn't seem to keep
his thing inside me for more than a few thrusts. "Some people are
really -Oh no! I'm a whore! Oh, please don't do that- OH!" He was
trying to force his penis inside me with his fingers while my ass was
pulled up in the air with the weight of him pushing on my upraised legs.
The other bum sat down on the ground and picked up my dress, running his
hands over the soft velvet, "So your saying that after enough people got
together who had common enough interests in wearing black and listening
to this kind of music..."
"The scene was -unh! ...recognized as more than -ooh! A few friends,
yes!"
"Hey bob, you haven't been able to get it up in years, why don't you
give it a rest and let me talk to this girl?"
The man raping me, Bob, suddenly sat up, letting my legs fall to either
side of him, turned to the other bum and shook a finger in his face,
"Rape isn't about sex you fuck! It's about power!" He turned to me and
shouted, "Beg for more!"
I was terrified, and complied, "Please don't stop!"
He slapped me, "I said beg!"
I leaned forward and groveled on the ground before him, my breasts
dragging in the rough dirt, "Please fuck me some more, please please
please! I'll do anything you ask me!"
Bob grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up, forcing his shriveled
and soft penis into my mouth, "You see?" he said to the other bum, "You
give me power over a woman any day and keep your sex! No man rapes
because he's horny, any man can get laid!" he pulled my head even closer
into his virulent smelly crotch, "Man rapes because he wants woman to
know who's master! This little whore'll never live this down. She'll
always remember Bob, even though I can't get it up and got a tiny dick!"
With that Bob shoved me aside, landing me in the other bums lap, who
started to promptly squeeze and fondle my breasts again. Bob towered
over me, his hands on his hips, "Well?"
"Please fuck me Bob!" I blurted out in terror, "I'm a whore, I want your
dick! I want to serve you, I'll do anything for you!"
Bob looked at his friend who hadn't stopped groping me, grinned and
grunted. Sheathing his penis Bob shambled off around the dumpster where
he started pushing a shopping cart towards the street and out of view.
I looked nervously up at the remaining bum. He continued to grope and
squeeze my breasts, then leaned down and started sucking on my large
nipple, just like the clerk had.
He came up, "I ain't like Bob. I don't like rape."
"Look." I said, "You can, you know, do whatever you want but..." I
looked fearfully into his eyes, "Don't cum inside me."
He looked back down at me, smiling a black toothed grin, a sodden nappy
dreadlock falling forward over one twinkling eye.
I laid down on my back, the dirt rubbing into my bare skin. I
could smell sour alcohol, BO, and urine on this man, but I was so scared after
having been raped twice that I didn't dare offend him.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, still smiling at me.
"F-fuck me..." I whimpered spreading my legs for him. Between
them I saw under the wheels of the dumpster cars driving past, and beyond them
the surf, and people frolicking carefree on the beach in their skimpy
bikini's and swimming trunks. I couldn't believe that all that was
happening so close to the repeated violation of my body, stained with
saliva, filth, and cum from three different men, soon to be a fourth.
The bum had taken off his pants, revealing gangly, hairy legs,
and a strong pungent odor I had never before experienced. Rather than climb
between my legs, he straddled my waist, pointing his this penis at me,
letting it rest on my chest, sending waves of the pungent odor, urine
and smegma, pummeling my nostrils, only a few inches away. For a moment
I thought he would ask me for oral sex, but then he hefted my breasts up
from the sides and pushed them against each other, locking his thing in
between them.
Then, pushing and shoving, grinding my back and my bottom into
the coarse dirt underneath me he started to thrust.
I reached over his leg, trying to reach my sex, hoping to touch
myself, and make him invisible, to muffle the scent, but with each thrust his
legs pushed my arm up and I couldn't keep a grip. I had to endure the
whole experience aware, every moment, as he pushed himself to climax,
painfully tugging on my breasts and violently mashing them into his
shaft.
Finally the moment came. He dropped my breasts, they fell
painfully to either side of me. Then he grabbed himself and started stroking
violently at himself, white globs of his stuff splattering my chest, goo
splashing onto my nipples. Then he lunged forward, catching himself
from falling and crushing me with one hand, but leaving his dick
hovering above my face as he continued to stroke it. Jism still
gushing out in surges to land on my face, in my eye, on my lips, and
into my mouth, which was agape in renewed horror. This time a thick
briny, unpleasant taste hit my tongue.
My hands, freed suddenly, reached through his legs and clutched
between my legs, spreading my lips wide to service myself, but the painful
reminder of the abuse the convenience store clerk had put it through
made me flinch and gasp. Then the bum thrust his penis downward with
the last surge of sperm into the inviting maw of my mouth.
The taste was beyond sour, and under the revulsion I found
myself strangely curious as to why his penis would taste so bad where his cum
tasted, well, .......
Churning my head to the side I let his penis slide out, feeling it
brush wetly against my ear as I licked the semen out of the corners of
my mouth and off my lips, trying to drown the sour taste. The pungent
smell was stronger than ever, his testicles were firmly nestled into my
eye socket, and I realized that he had passed out.
I pulled myself downwards, trying to be as gentle as possible,
afraid I would wake him and have to do some other disgusting deed for him. At
that moment I was boldly aware that I was no longer in the clutches of a
man. I had a few brief moments to flee to the safety of crowds where I
could not be mauled or molested by anyone.
Extracting myself from his skinny saggy testicles and legs I
pulled myself up to a sitting position, scanned the ground quickly for my purse
and my dress. I saw my purse next to the bag with the swimsuit and the
glycerin and razor, and grabbed them. Then I saw my dress in the pile
of rags that the bum who had just cum on my face had been sitting on
when I tripped over him. I scrambled over there on my hands and knees
and snatched it up...
Just as a large black man with an equally large duffel bag slung
over one shoulder walked around the corner of the dumpster, coming up behind
me. He had long ratted dreadlocks, a thick beard, and a belly that made
the clerk seem trim. We both froze as we saw each other. He looked
over at the sleeping, pantless bum, looked at me with my cum smeared
face, and my breasts dangling inches from the ground as I knelt on my
hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air. I saw myself in this
mans eyes, my labia swollen and spread wide, sticking high up into the
air, ready to receive yet another unwelcome intrusion.
I wondered just then why I had ever thought it safe.
My vagina at that moment seemed to serve no other purpose than
to let men feed from it at will. Any man could walk right up and take his
pleasure from it. The more men saw me naked the less I felt like my own
person, rather a possession to be tossed about...
Then I panicked.
I ran as fast as my short legs would carry me, my breasts
flopping wildly about, around the other side of the dumpster, back towards the
convenience store and into the back area of the strip mall, a small
employee parking lot and loading dock. Behind me stood the hill, in
front of me, a hundred yards or so, was a side street that led out to
the main beach drive. Traffic was backed up on it, but there was
nowhere for me to hide. No where for me to go but back to the large
black bum. To my left was the back wall of the strip mall, and to my
right were several back yard fences of houses that led into the suburban
section of town. There were a few trees on that side, and I ran towards
them, aware that my quick movement might attract the attention of some
of the drivers on the street, but too panicked to care.
My movement did attract some attention it seemed. When I reached the
trees, ducking behind them for cover, I discovered four small boys
playing in the yard that the trees grew out of. There was no real fence
on this yard, just a row of trees. They had been running around playing
war, or some boy's game, but when I showed up, they stopped, letting
their wooden sticks, presumably used for guns or swords, fall to their
sides.
My hands instinctively went up to cover my breasts, while skidding to a
stop I slipped on the damp grass and fell butt first onto the ground, my
legs spread wide. My possessions flew in every direction. I was deeply
aware now of the semen running down my face, my matted ratty hair, the
glistening jizz melted on my tummy, and my swollen red labia exposed for
all these boys, no older than nine or ten, to stare at. My hands
clutching at my breasts did little, I realized, to cover myself. With
my tiny hands I could barely cover a nipple, the rest of the breast
hanging prominently down to just above my navel, which incidentally, was
hidden safely away in the tuck of my tummy.
As embarrassed as I was before these kids I was more terrified
of the large black bum, and hunkered down where I was, afraid to move a muscle,
imploring the kids to be silent with my eyes.
"Are you in trouble?" one of the kids asked.
I nodded.
"I'll go get my dad." He said, gesturing towards the house with
his wooden stick.
"No!" I cried, "Please don't." I was more scared of being
discovered in this position than of being scrutinized by these young children who
could not guess at the humiliations I had experienced.
"Are you a hooker?" one of the boys, an older blond asked.
"What?" I stammered, remembering suddenly that my legs were
spread, since that's where all their eyes were I pulled them together and pulled
them up into a ball. Watching their gazes shift I realized I was
equally exposed, and put a hand down to my damp vagina to cover it,
letting a breast fall free to one side.
"My mom said that women who wear make-up like you do are
hookers, and she says you dress like sluts."
"I'm not a hooker." I implored, trying to curl away even
further from their determined gazes. A couple of them had gotten very close. They
didn't seem mischievous, but curious. I imagine they had never seen a
naked woman before. More so they had never seen an adult act in such a
manner as I did that day. Nervous, submissive, scared.
"What's a hooker?" one of the boys asked.
I looked up at him. "Could you hand me my dress?"
He looked around and saw it lying on the ground, and went to
fetch it.
I decided to answer the boy, "A hooker is a woman that sells her
body to men."
"For sex?" another boy asked.
I nodded.
"Why?" the first boy asked, handing me my dress. I wanted them
to go away, or turn their backs, but they all waited patiently, but
expectantly, for me to open up my body, to reveal myself to them. I
realized I was going to have to do it.
"Women sell their bodies for money." I continued, deciding that
this would be easier if I didn't pay too much attention to it. I suddenly
stood up, letting them all take a good long look at me, and shook out
the dress.
"Why don't they get a normal job?" the boy persisted.
Turning the dress outside out I realized that it hadn't suffered much
at all from being dragged around and flung on the ground. I started to
work it over my arms, trying not to notice the four pairs of eyes
riveted to every part of my anatomy. I went on answering their
questions, "Hookers aren't like we are, they're very poor. Most of them
need to do that kind of work because there is nothing else available for
them."
"But I see job signs all over the place." One of the kids
blurted out, embarrassed.
I stopped dressing for a moment and looked straight at him, the
stretch velvet strung over the top of my chest, "Most hookers can't even read,
they come from neighborhoods where they have to work all their lives,
and their schools are terrible. Most of them don't go because of all
the crime and drugs. When they become women they can't find normal
work, and they get picked up by pimps, who get them hooked on drugs, who
buy them lots of pretty things that they never had before."
I realized suddenly that I was still naked and pulled the dress
on over
my head, feeling the cum smear on my face from the tight collar, "The
pimps then make them sell there bodies to pay them back, or to get more
drugs." I went on, puling the dress past my breasts while they boys
followed wide-eyed, "they never let the women go, they take almost all
the money and the women never earn enough to pay their pimps off." I
pulled the dress all the way down. "The women can't work on their own
because the pimp controls all the streets, and beats up any girl who
works alone until she gives him their cut."
The blond boy looked at my dress' hem line, he was clearly
disappointed. "Is that why you're a hooker?" he asked.
"I'm not a hooker!" I barked.
"Then why are you running around naked?" he shouted back.
Another boy chimed in, "If you're not a hooker, then does that
mean we don't have to pay you to have sex with us?" he smiled, as if in triumph
while his friends stared at him in shock. I watched them all turn their
heads to me one by one expectantly.
I looked the boy straight in the eye and said, "And what would
you do with me if you could?"
He stared bashfully at the ground.
I don't know why I did what I did next. Probably it had something to
do with the psychological and physical brutality I had endured in the
past hour. I think I had snapped for a moment and was trying to lord
power over these boys in exchange for all the power and dignity that had
been stripped from me that afternoon.
I walked right up to him, "Well?"
"Well," he looked at the ground, even at nine or ten he came up
to my height and was looking down at my breasts swinging back and forth under
my dress, "I'd put my penis in your vagina." I barely heard the words
he was no nervous.
I pulled up the hem of my skirt in front, "This?" I asked.
He couldn't look at me. He just looked around and nodded. The
other three boys, however, were straining to get a look at my bush, but
couldn't see too well since I was standing so close to the taller boy.
I took another step, until my breasts were pushing against his chest,
then hiked up the skirt in the back. What the Hell, I must have been
thinking. It's not as if they hadn't already seen me. The knot of heat
was tight in my tummy, as it had been for some time, but this time for
some reason, it wasn't accompanied by that cringing horror. The
humiliation I felt at exposing myself to these boys was having the
instantaneous reaction of sending burning flickers down through my tummy
into my swollen labia, which were twitching and pulsating with arousal.
But the shame was equally as strong, and it's a wonder that I
didn't tear off running. My body and mind were conflicted, to keep the
incredible burning alive or to bury it forever and end the degradation
of my body.
But instead I grabbed his hand and thrust it between my legs,
"Would you put it in here?" I asked. I saw the blond boy take a quick step
closer to see, and looked at him. He started and took a step back. I
smiled at him, and nodded towards my backside. I did the same to
another of the boys, but only the blond who had called me a hooker came.
The tall boy was clumsily pawing at my pussy, pulling on my
pubic hair, scratching me with his nails, but his adolescent thumping on my labia
was too exiting to make me stop. The blond boy hesitated until I smiled
at him, "Do it." I said, "I'm a slut, not a hooker."
He wasted no more time in grabbing my ass and kneading and
mauling it with one hand while poking and exploring for my crotch with the other.
I had two hands groping me between my legs and it wasn't' long before
the blond one found my hole. I thrust my own hand down to rub at my
clitoris, pushing one of the tall boys hands aside.
I came instantly.
Rocking and gasping I shuddered in their arms and felt my legs
give out from under me, the burning sensation in my loins giving vent to massive
convulsions that racked my body. I collapsed to the ground and knocked
the tall boy down, falling to my knees with my head in the grass, my ass
sticking up, my sex fully exposed again for all the boys to see.
Just as quickly as the desire to control these boys had come it
was gone, like a flight of fancy, with my orgasm. I was mortified again, at
the thought of all these boys watching me, terrifyingly aware of the
compromising position I was in and feeling exactly as I had in the
convenience store, or with the bums. I felt someone pawing at me,
sticking his finger in my pussy, and I just lay there and let them.
I watched the tall boy get up off the ground and push the others
away, seeing that all three had been clamoring at my vagina. I watched as the
tall boy stood up and undid his pants, pulling out a tiny but stiff
erection. He stepped around behind me, and with the confidence I had
given him by letting him grope me, got down on his knees and inserted
his thing into my hole.
And did nothing.
I almost started laughing. He had no idea what to do after that, so he
just stood there groping me some more, reaching around my thighs to
touch my bush and trying to push his hands up my dress. Laying there
shivering, wishing the knot of pain would turn back into heat I started
grinding myself back against him, hoping to provoke some sensation in my
labia to bring me back out of my fear and humiliation at having just
prostrated myself for the amusement of four children.
But he had gone soft, not knowing what to do, and probably not
extracting much pleasure from the experience, he lost interest and stood
up, zipping himself up. I slowly pulled myself up, brushing the grass
off my face, trying not to look at the kids. As I pulled myself to my
feet the blond boy came up to grab me again, but I shuffled away,
bumping into one of the boys that hadn't spoken. His arms instinctively
went up, one hand landing on my breast.
The blond boy stepped forward, "I thought you said you were a
slut."
I tried to speak, but couldn't so I just shook my head.
"Yes you did, I heard you!"
"What's a slut?" asked the boy with his hand on my breast.
"Someone who..." I began, "Someone who will let anyone fuck
them.
"I don't think you're a slut." The boy said, but the blond boy
chimed in,
"She let all of us fuck her!"
"No she didn't." the tall boy said stepping in between the approaching
blond and me, shoving the other one off of me and putting his arm around
my waist. "She just let me fuck her. You have to use your dick!"
The blond boy and the tall one started arguing, shouting back
and forth over the definition of fucking. They shouted at each other for a few
moments, the tall one insisting that I was his girlfriend now and no one
else could have me. When the blond suggested that the tall one share me
with the rest of them I took off running again, my buckle boots slipping
on the grass as I tried to pull down my skirt and snatch up my purse and
bags at the same time.
This time, with my dress on, I ran straight to the street, took
a left and ran down the sidewalk following all the traffic heading towards the
beach. After a moment I slowed down, painfully aware of how much my
chest bounced, not to mention the aching condition of my groin. Make-up
smeared, hair a mess, cum drying on my lips and chin, not to mention my
bare legs and lack of any type of underwear. The draft in between my
legs was stronger than before, and chillier, probably because of all the
juices. I was still reeling from the humiliation of what I had just
done, and feeling myself safe at last felt wobbly and lightheaded.
As I walked past the parking lot to the strip mall it occurred
to me to go look for my bra, which Evan had flung away. I figured that as long
as I stayed in the open no one would try anything. Besides, being on
the street I was getting a lot of catcalls from drivers. A lot more
than usual. I guess that was because of my bare legs, and freely
hanging breasts. I was so glad to be covered up, however, that I didn't
even pay attention to what they were saying.
As I turned into the strip mall, walking down a tile walkway
that fronted all the shops I saw a couple of Mexican guys in their teens
hanging out in front of a record store, a couple doors down from the
swimwear place I had been humiliated in. They were both wearing nothing
but long shorts hanging low on their hips and low sneakers. Both of
them were staring at me hungrily.
As I got closer I could see that they were watching my legs and
hips closely, and one of them spoke to me in Spanish, I guess he recognized
my Mexican blood, but I don't speak Spanish and have never hung around
Mexicans, so I didn't respond, just kept walking. When I got a little
closer one of them said, "Hey mama, you need to hike that thing up a
little more to let the air blow through."
I froze right next to them, and looked down. My skirt was
riding up, my bush sticking out under the hem just a little. I started to grab at
the dress but one of the guys put his hand out and copped a feel. He
grabbed high enough to let me know that my cheeks were at least half
uncovered, giving the whole roadside a great view of my legs, my ass,
and my pubic hair that stuck out in back. Frozen as I was I guess I
didn't react fast enough for the Mexican boy who had touched me, since
he quickly moved his hand between my cheeks and moved his hands
downward.
Reaching my asshole I gasped, and he stopped, saying something
to his buddy in Spanish, "Punta" and pulling his hand away.
"Who's been fucking you lady?" his friend asked.
I shook my head.
"You a fucking whore." The other Mexican said matter of factly,
then turned and walked away. His friend started to follow, then suddenly
reached out for my bush, grabbed me with one hand and yanked up my dress
in the other, pulling it up under my breasts.
"How many guys you fucked today?" he demanded, his face right
next to mine.
"A... a few." I stammered. His fingers were rubbing my pussy,
skillfully playing with my clitoris and probing the entrance to my
vagina. It started to feel real good, and I let him, quickly forgetting
how exposed we were.
"You want me to fuck you baby?" he whispered into my ear,
softly. I nodded, not really wanting him to fuck me, but not wanting him to stop
fingering me either.
Suddenly he stopped, said "You are a fucking whore." pulled his
hand out and walked off after his friend laughing, leaving me with my dress
hiked up. Quickly I scrambled to pull it down, aware that the several
occupants of the record store were watching, men and women alike, but
none had done anything to intercede. Looking at myself in the
reflection as I pulled the dress down and scurried past it made sense.
I was dressed and looked like a whore.

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