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Collected by Djian
updated dec 27 2011

M+/f, nc, Bdsm, gang, bnd, humil, rough

The Humiliation of Samantha Lee
by Boundlynn

Samantha had lead a fairly average life for the past 18 years, good grades, safe friends, few regrets. Her teachers loved her, her parents couldn’t have been prouder, and her boyfriend was handsome and sweet.

At this moment, Samantha was enjoying a concert at the community center, taking little notice of the two men staring at her from across the semi-crowded room; had she noticed a shiver would have taken her, but she’d have shrugged it off in a matter of moments. This was her town, with her friends, where she had grown up; nothing bad could ever happen to her here.

Tim had gone to grade school with Samantha, the stuck up little bitch, and had pined after her since time out of mind; especially now, blue lace edged dress brushing her knees, a peek of firm pale thigh when she turned too quickly, the left shoulder had slipped revealing the strap to a pink bra. Her strawberry blonde hair curled softly at the crook of her neck, it made him drool.

Richie had never sat eyes on her before, but not one to pass up a sweet treat his eyes followed her as she roamed the room. “You like em dungeon prisoner pale, eh?” he laughed, shoving Tim playfully, his voice had a hard edge and slight twang. “You had a go at milky white before?” he teased, Tim frowned and shook his head

“Thinks she’s too good for me”

“That’s ‘cause she is, Timmy” they both laughed, and made for the exit.
* * *
Samantha waved to her friends, and headed to the parking lot, politely declining offers to walk her out.

“Goodnight, guys” she pulled a light sweater on as she stepped into the chilly autumn air, and quickly located her car. She pushed the keychain, the car responding with the familiar clicks of unlocking doors, and tossed her bag in the back seat. Slipping in she pulled the door firmly shut behind her.

“Well, what have we here?” she turned quickly to see a solidly built man sliding into her passenger seat, and large wolfish grin on his face; she opened her mouth unsure if there were even curses strong enough to suit the situation. However, she never did find out, as the man choose that moment to reach over and jerk her head violently back by the hair. “I’m Richie, darling, and I sure didn’t mean to scare you” he barked laugher; “now start the car up, and keep that pretty mouth shut” he slowly unwound his fingers from her locks.

“No, get out-“she protested before a sharp slap knocked the words out of her mouth, Richie stretched a well-tanned muscular arm across her neck, taking a tight hold of the seatbelt. Samantha gasped and scratched his forearm as it crushed her windpipe, but with no avail.

“Start the car, and I’ll let you breathe” he said calmly, as if it were a suggestion about which movie to see next Saturday, “or don’t and pass out.” Samantha struggled with the keys, shoving them into the ignition and revving the engine. She felt the pressure let up a bit and gulped down the sweet air. “Good girl” he kept his hand across her neck “now drive to Timmy Minchin’s house”

“I don’t know who that is” her voice was weak and breathy, the name was vaguely familiar, but she could place no one with it.

“Well, he knows you.” Richie took out a pack of Marlboro’s, and lit one somewhat awkwardly one handed. For a long moment she thought that, that was all he was going to say Just let him get out she prayed. “Madison St, there’s where we’re going”

Samantha drove as quickly as she could, hoping he just wanted a ride, and would be dropped off. He pointed to a driveway leading off into some trees, a quarter mile down found them outside a small 2 bedroom house, with peeling yellow paint and stained lawn furniture. She idled outside the building, “Turn her off” Richie ordered, tightening against her throat, she struggled wildly as he reached across and threw the car into park.

She scratched at his face, earning herself a chuckle as he ripped the keys from the ignition. “Settle down” she spit at him, but his smile never faltered; he leaned in, she could feel his hot breath on her ear “You think you can hold your breath for ten minutes?” Her strength was already leaving her, she shook her head no, “Well that’s too bad, cause you’re not even at ten seconds” he held on a second longer, before breaking his grip. Samantha coughed and gasped, air rushing back into her lungs, “Let’s go sweetie” her wound his hand in her hair and climbed out the passenger door. Samantha toppled over, letting out a cry and scrambled across the seat, falling to the gravel driveway. He half drag, half walked her to the front door, kicking it wide, “Timmy, your friend’s here” he yelled, the whole place reeked of smoke and sweat.

Samantha aimed a kick at Richie’s knees; he turned sharply, slamming her against the wall. She gave a sharp cry as he smashed his body against her, her large breasts flattened against the plaster. He took a wrist in each hand as she tried to push off, and held them fast. “Listen up, you little cunt, I’m the master of this house, understand?” he hissed into her ear. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she fearfully shook her head yes. “No, nodding or shaking, use your big girl words and you answer me” he whispered, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Yes” her voice trembled

“Yes, what?” he barked loudly making her jump. She racked her brain a moment

“Yes, master?” she ventured, her sobs were audible now

“Good girl” he cooed, his tongue darted out licking her face, she squeezed her eyes shut. He laughed and turned his head, “Good job, Tim” he said, spinning the sobbing girl around, he pulled her arms forward, as another boy, about her age snapped cuffs around her wrists. She sort of recognized him now, from school, or some place. His eyes were running up and down her body hungrily. How can this be happening to me? She wondered desperately.

Richie pulled her struggling form into the bedroom; it was brightly lit and bare save a metal rod running up from the floor, and a battered green suitcase, held together with stickers and staples. She blinked in the harsh light, as he pulled her to the floor to ceiling rod, up close it looked more like the scales at doctor’s, the kind that measure your height. Square, with a slider that locked into notches all along its length, the slider had a short thick chain hanging from it. “Hold her still a minute” Richie barked. Samantha began to scream as Tim wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground.

“Get your hands off me!” she demanded kicking wildly, Richie pulled her arms out, “Let me go!” Tim held on nearly crushing her, as Richie pulled a pad lock from his pocket, looping it through the last chain link, then the middle of her cuffs, and clicking it closed. “Let go of me, you piece of shit!” she jerked the bonds, getting no give. Tim dropped her and backed away a few steps, she stumbled and nearly fell.

“Well, looks like the good little girl, has a bad little mouth, eh Tim?” he chuckled lightly, “slide that down to the second notch” he ordered, unzipping the suitcase and rummaging briefly.

“Stay away from me” she warned, fire flaring in her dark green eyes, she kicked at the men as they approached, missing by inches, and striking out again

“Damn, she looks mad, don’t she?” Richie grabbed her ankle on the second kick, holding it high. He bent peeking under her dress at her long supple legs, and whistling softly, kneeling he snatched her other leg. She cried out, her body being pulled sideways, and wriggled, suspended in the air between the rod and Richie.

“Let me go!” she screamed, as Tim hurried to the pole, sliding the chain down, as Richie lowered her to the floor. She tried to pull a leg free, cursing and screaming at the men.

“I’m getting awfully tired of that mouth, how ‘bout you, Tim?” he asked prying the girl’s legs apart, and slipping between. Tim nodded. Richie reached under her dress, groping till he found the panties of his struggling prey. He ripped them off, Samantha’s body briefly leaving the floor from the force. The resounding fall knocked the wind out of her, and ceased her screams for a moment. As she drew in a sharp breath, Richie leaned up and stuffed her torn panties in her mouth. “There we go” he packed them in tightly, ignoring her muffled protests, “For such a big mouth, you can barely fit your own panties in there” he laughed, pulling a roll of duct tape from his pocket. Samantha was red, still struggling, screaming, and trying to push the invading cloth from her mouth, as Richie slapped a long strip on her face.

He stood, and quickly readjusted himself to straddle the girl’s waist, Tim knelt grabbing a thick handful of hair, and lifting her head. The two men passed the duct, around their sobbing victim, encircling her head 7 or 8 times. Tim let her head drop, as Richie tore the tape, and let the roll slide around his wrist. Samantha buckled wildly, muffled screams and sounds filling the room.

“What do you think she’s saying?” Tim asked, smiling broadly.

“What’s wrong boy, don’t you speak mmph?” he laughed, and casually began ripping the girl’s dress down the front, “Now I’m no expert, but I’ve picked up a bit of the language, and I do believe she’s saying, ‘Someone, please help me, help me. Let me go. You can’t do this to me.’ Oh and to stop” he concluded giving the dress a final tug and spilling C cup breasts, held fast in a pink bra, forth.

Her eyes widened as Tim slipped a blade under the front of her bra, jerking up sharply. Her breasts sprang free, large cream colored orbs, pale pink nipples at their points. “Goddamn, those are some fine titties, Sammy” Richie complimented, slapping them roughly, she screamed in pain as bright marks appeared. “Well say thank you” he ordered, twisting her nipples cruelly. She cried out, and a muffled ‘thank you’ could be made out. He jerked her nipple up roughly, eliciting a scream “Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, master” she choked out around the fabric and tape, her nipple was released.

“Master, always. You know why?’ he asked, cold eyes dancing with delight, she shook her head. Both her nipples were taken into his vice grip, “What did I say about nodding and shaking, cunt?’

“No, master”

“It’s because you belong to me.” Her sobs increased, tears flowing down her face, he brushed them away before tracing the area over her encase lips, “your mouth belongs to me, and if I don’t want you to talk you won’t. Your neck belongs to me, if I don’ want you to breathe” he traced down her throat, pressing her wind pipe closed briefly, “you won’t. These fine tits belong to me,” he grasped them roughly in both hands making her cry out, and Tim giggle, he slid a leg between her knees, forcing them apart, and sliding between her tights. He smacked her ass firmly, settling himself and pulling her clothes out from under her, leaving her exposed, “that ass belongs to me, and I can put whatever I want in it” at this her eyes went wide and she began to pled and shake her head no. “And last but not least, that tight, pink pussy belongs to me” he roughly shoved two fingers deep into her, making her scream. “Say it” he ordered, working her pussy forcefully.

“My tight pink pussy belongs to you, master” she mumbled, “Please, take your fingers out of me” she begged, not knowing if he even understood.

“Good girl” he smiled, with drawing slowly. “Timmy, ya ever seen a girl cum? Don’t be ashamed”

“No, Richie, I don’t suppose I have” he answered, reaching a hand out to maul Samantha’s sore breast.

“Well, then looks like little Sammy here gets to cum.” She shook her head violently back and forth protesting loudly

The men laughed, smacking her ass and eliciting a scream from her. “What about you, Sammy, ya ever cum?” he teased, snapping his fingers making Tim scurry to drag the suitcase over “Now ya felt awful tight, so I don’t think anyone’s been pounding away down there too often. But you musta tickled your own fancy from time to time, right?” he looked at her expectantly, “Well?” he brought a smack down on her pussy grinning as she screamed in pain.

“Yes, master” she admitted shamefully, too terrified to lie to him.

“Well ain’t you a dirty girl” he laughed, aiming another blow at her abused snatch. “Well let’s see if we can compare. You get first pick Timmy, whatever you want” Samantha craned her neck trying to see the contents of the case, her eyes going wide as Tim picked his toy. “A fine selection” Richie exclaimed clapping him on the back, “Well, let her see” he motioned Tim up.

“You know what this is bitch?” Tim asked, he held a very large black dildo inches from her face, he flicked it on letting it spin and wiggle with great vigor, “You know what kinda batteries this takes? D, two of them. And I’m going to shove it in your tight little cunt and turn it all the way up” he smacked her lightly on the face with it before turning it off.

Samantha screamed and pleaded as the men lubed it up, Tim held her hips and she felt the cold plastic touch her pussy lips and move into her. She screamed as it stretched her out,

“Damn, she’s tighter then a snare drum, bet she could clamp your dick right off” Richie joked as he forced the last few inches into the screaming form below him. “Ya ever been plugged before sweetheart?” he asked, reaching down to finger her asshole “No I don’t suppose ya have” he produced a pink butt plug almost as if by magic, and lubed it up.

She felt the tip move into her puckered asshole and began to scream anew

“No, please, not there, please” she begged, Richie stopped a moment,

“Not where?” he asked with a wicked grin, “say it”

“Please not in my ass, master” she begged, barely discernable, “Please don’t plug up my ass, master” Richie smiled and shoved the plug deep in her tight hole, loving the way it made her scream.

“I do love to see a woman with all her holes plugs up” he said and leaned in close to her, “Now, whore tell me what you’ve got in your holes”

She sobbed, “I’ve got my panties in my mouth, master. A dildo In my vigin-“ he smacked her roughly

“The only words you get to use are pussy and cunt, now start over. And try to be more descriptive”

“I’ve got my pink, cotton panties in my mouth, master. A big black dildo in my pussy, master. And…and a pink butt plug in my asshole, master” she informed him shamefully. He patted her on the head like a dog and ripped a big strip of tape off the roll.

“Now Tim, when a slut’s tight, like this one, you got take measures to keep everything intact, now squeeze her ass cheeks together” Tim obliged making the girl scream, and Richie slapped a few strips of duct tape across her ass. “now no amount of clenching in the world is gonna push that sucker out” he slapped her ass. “Ya ready?” with a flick of his wrist he turned the dildo on full, making Samantha grasp and cry out, she could feel the dildo slamming and vibrating against her g-spot, instantly making her wet. Tim plugged a cord running from the butt plug into a small controller and turned the wheel, the vibrations started in her ass making her moan.

Richie rubbed her pussy, and brought his glistening fingers up to her face, waving them under her nose for her to smell, “Somebody’s wet” he declared, wiping her pussy juices on her tits, she blushed red with embarrassment, but couldn’t stop herself from moaning and whimpering.

“Look at her wiggle, Richie” Tim laughed, flicking a thumb across her hard nipples, the men laughed. Samantha writhed on the floor, the powerful vibrations making her body jerk, waves of pleasure racing up and down her body.

“Is my little cunt’s little cunt gonna cum?” Richie asked, pulling her knees together and getting a scream of ecstasy in return. Please don’t let me cum, please god not like this she prayed, but could already feel the orgasm mounting No, no, please! She screamed her juices flowing as she hit her climax, body arching. Richie laughed, watching her ride the waves. “Look at the little whore cum, she must like it in her asshole. Say it, bitch”

“I like it in my asshole, master” she screamed, coming down, Tim moved to turn the plug off but Richie stayed his hand, “NO, no more, I can’t do it again master!”

Richie pressed a tiny vibrator on her clit making her scream and moan, “Yes again, and this time, you scream my name when you cum, scream Richie” he ordered, “Your cunt belongs to me, and so does your orgasm. Now be sure and put my name on it.”

Samantha screamed and writhed, Oh god, please make this stop she prayed, “Please don’t make me cum anymore, master!” she screamed as he worked her clit. Tim flicked a tongue softly across her nipples licking and sucking tenderly. “Please, master, I don’t want to cum, please, please, oh god Richie! RICHIE!” she screamed the second one bigger than the first.

“Keep going” he ordered, Samantha cried and moaned as they once more forced her to cum, “Now hold it till I say, you ask your master if you can cum” he demanded, it only took moments before she disgracefully had to ask,

“Please may I cum master?” he nodded and she threw her head back, screaming him name, he kept up his torture, and it didn’t take long before once again “Please may I cum, master?”

“No, whore, hold it” he ordered, eyes dancing with glee. She tried, but the vibrations battered her cunt, clit, and asshole

“Please, master! Please, let me cum” she begged, crying with shame, “Please, master I need to cum! Please, please let me cum” he shook his head, “Master please- oh Richie” she arched her back unable to hold off any longer. Richie snapped all the toys off, her body jerked with aftershocks, her skin slick with sweat; she’d never cum so many times before in her life.

“Bad whore!” Richie slapped her face hard, making her cry out in pain once more, “Know what happens to slave whores who disobey master?” he asked unsnapping his belt, Tim smiled knowingly.

Tim dutifully opened the padlock, and slipped the cuffs out of its loop. Richie took a handful of her hair making her whimper and roughly pulled her onto her hands and knees, spinning her around fast enough to scrape some skin off her knees.

He shoved her face down, and to her horror she saw a dark wet spot on the floor; she could smell that it was the product of her many forced orgasms. He pressed her nose hard against it, grinding her face into the floor, ass high in the air.

“Ya, see this?” he demanded, bringing a forceful slap down on her ass, she screamed in pain, “That’s. A. Bad. Little. Whore. Master. Said. No. Cumming.” He reprimanded each word punctuated by a slap; she writhed and screamed as he brought his hand down, each blow pushing the butt plug deeper into her. She trembled as he stopped, her cheeks red and sore.

At the sound of rummaging she twisted around to see what fresh horror awaited, he snapped her head back with enough force to make her cry out. “You don’t get to look at me bitch, you have to earn that right” he scolded; she shuddered and tensed at the sound of a lighter wheel.

It only took a moment before she felt the hot liquid drop on the small of her back, Tim moved behind her bracing her hips as she began to buck wildly. The wax was coming faster now, Richie moving to cover every inch of skin, she screamed as it dropped on her sore ass.

“Sammy, you are a filthy little whore, ain’t ya?” Riche declared, as he pulled her to her feet she saw that her tears had mixed with her juices expanding the wet stain. Tim climbed on the suitcase sliding the chain as high as he could reach and securing her arms above her head.

She had to stand on tiptoe, burning with shame, stretched out in front of these men gagged, her cunt and asshole filled, wax drying on her back and ass, and cum glistening on her thighs and face.

She begged for mercy as Tim clamped her nipples, screwing them tightly, a little chain ran between them and he gave it a tug, beaming as he got the scream he wanted. The two men stepped back to admire their work, Richie giving her right breast a hard slap.

Tim pulled out his phone, and began snapping pictures, much too Samantha’s dismay. Richie joined him, coming in close to the girl, “Say you want me to rape your tight little asshole” he demanded holding the phone close to her face; she shook her head protesting violently. He gave her nipple chain a sharp tug holding it out painfully before she broke down.

“I want you to rape my tight little asshole, master” she screamed as he gave a last vicious tug before letting her abused nipples go. “Hot damn, looks like I got a new ringtone” he laughed.

“I posted you slutty pics on the web, Sam” Tim informed her snapping his phone closed, “Guys will be beating off to you, thinking about fucking you, blowing a load on your face and tits. Actually that might not be too bad an idea” he flipped the phone on again, texting away as Richie pulled a riding crop from her case of wonders. She shook her head, big fearful eyes pleading. WOOSH, it bought it down on her heaving tits, leaving an angry red welt. Again, and again, making her cry out in pain.

“Turn” he demanded, fearful she obeyed turning careful on tip toe. The sharp pain exploded in her unprotected tights, knocking her against the pole, she screamed as he battered her soft, tender flesh. At last the barrage stopped leaving her shaking in pain.

Richie reached up and pulled on the slider, letting her sink to her knees. “What’s the word, Timmy boy?” Richie called out, brushing at the dried wax coating his fucktoy.

“Looks like seven” Richie nodded, “10 mins”

“Well we have to get this whore presentable” he said, turning her to face him, he pulled back her hair and tucked it behind her ears. He felt under her chin and pulled back a wet hand. “Look, drooling like a baby, it’s seeping through the tape” he laughed, roughly ripping it from her face. She spit out her panties with a sob.

“Please let me go, master” she begged, “I want to go home” he planted a quick kiss on her lips, “Please don’t hurt me anymore, master”

“Tim grab a few chairs” he ordered, “what’s wrong baby you’re not having fun?” he asked, “I’m having fun, Tim are you having fun?” he yelled, Tim came back with two chairs and a stool answering in the affirmative, “Tim’s having fun” he smacked her face, pulling in close to reach around and rip the tape off her ass, her unobstructed scream filled the house, music the both men’s ears. He slid the plug out and set it on the floor, followed by the dildo.

“Thank you, master” she sobbed.

“Lick it clean” he ordered, holding the dildo to her mouth. She sobbed but began to lick her juices off, and suck as it was shoved into her mouth, “Yea, you love to suck don’t you, whore”

“I love to suck, master” she answer diligently. “Please let me go home, master”

He turned at the sound of cars pulling up outside, doors slamming shut, men’s laughter. Her eyes widened, he shoved the dildo into her mouth with the warning “This comes out, and so do your teeth” Richie stood taking the footstool over to the case he began working diligently. Tim went to answer the knock at the door, and returned shortly with a group of men, and a cooler. “Seven? Looks closer to 27” he laughed seeing the men file in.

“19, some people called friends” Tim answered, dropping the cooler on the floor. The men eyed Samantha naked tortured body hungrily.

“Well the more the merrier” Richie declared, grabbing up the stool, “sit guys, the show’s about to start” he said, a few men went and grabbed chairs, others sat on the floor. Richie sat the stool in front of Sam, and to her horror, she saw that he had affixed two large dildos to it. “Now do everything I say and after you cum you can go home” he whispered to the girl, “I promise” he held out his hand in front of her mouth and she spit the dildo out. “Kneel over it”

“Pleas-“ he smacked her roundly and a cheer rose from the crowd and Samantha dutifully rose and began to lower herself onto the stool, crying out as the toys slipped into her pussy and ass.

“All the way” he ordered, she sobbed and felt herself stretch, moving down till her cunt and ass touched the stool. The men cheered as if Richie had performed, an amazing magic trick, The Double Impaled Slut. “Now bounce” she cried softly and began to move up and down.

“Look at her tits jiggle” a man laughed, and soon the others joined in, offering words of encouragement.

“Fuck yourself harder, slut!” “Moan!” “You like the way it feels in your ass?”

“Tell the nice men how much you love this, tell them how wet it makes you” Richie ordered, taking hold of her hair, and forcing her up and down faster.

“I love to fuck myself like this, master” she sobbed, “I makes me wet, master” and indeed she could fell the moisture building between her legs as she was forced to stimulate her tender ass and pussy over and over. The men were also starting to notice, and there mocking increased.

She sobbed with shame, the chain hanging from her bright red nipples jangling in time with her bounce. She felt herself rising to orgasm,

“Please stop” she begged, “Please don’t make me cum anymore, master. Oh god, make it stop. Please no more, no more!” she screamed, Richie grabbed her bucking hips and slammed her up and down. The group began to chant in time with thrusts;

“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” her pleas and moans could barely be heard, at last she screamed Richie’s name, her juices flowing freely. Richie dropped her and let her slump over, the men clapping. She shook with the power of her orgasm, but sent up a prayer of thanks that it was over.

“All right, the slut has proved she’s a dirty whore. So who wants to make her look like one?” Richie asked, all the men jumped up,

“But you said!” Samantha protested loudly, staring wild eyed, fidgeting uncomfortably.

“Don’t worry. As soon as you’re branded as a filthy slut you can go” he patted her head, Tim selected 7 of the men, and the others sat down with disappointment. They circled the trembling girl and pulled there rock hard cocks out, she cried out in shock looking down.

They pressed in close to her, a few rubbing the heads of their cocks against her skin; she cried and begged them to stop. With a chorus of moan they began to beat off, rubbing against her tits, a man pressed his dick to her lips; she clenched tightly and turned away.

“The sooner he cums the sooner you go home” Richie informed her, “now you can either suck his cock or I can let them hurt you away they want, and some of them ain’t as nice as me” he laughed. She nodded and opened her mouth, “wait, thank him first” he ordered.

“Thank you for letting me suck you dick, sir” she opened her mouth and he slammed forcefully into her, making her gag. The men grabbed her hair and started pulling her off one dick and slamming her onto another, each fucking her face vigorously while it was his turn. She burned with humiliation losing count of how many men used her mouth.

She felt the man violating her now stiffen and slam into the back of her throat. “No, please” she screamed around his hard member as he pumped hot semen down her throat, she was forced to swallow most of the salty liquid. Someone grabbed her hair ripping her off the softening man and turning her toward him, with a deep groan he shot his load into her surprised face, coating it.

Another followed suit and two more finished in her curly locks, “Please stop” she begged, as hot cum hit her chest, the man using his dick to rub it against her tits. The last man turned her head sharply unloading down her throat and pulling out to finish up on her tits and stomach. The spent men stepped away, and sat letting their seed dry on the weeping Samantha.

Richie helped her off the stool, the dildos slipping out with a wet popping sound. He kicked it away, and forced her to her knees, kneeling behind her.

“Please let me go now” she begged, “You promised, master”

“Yea, I lied” he smiled, “and now I’m gonna rape you. I’m gonna fuck those tight little holes, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it”

He slammed roughly into her, thrusting deep into her battered cunt, and moaning.

Using a handful of her hair as reins he pulled her back, forcing himself deeper, “Tell me you like getting fucked like a dog” her ordered, tugging viciously.

“I like getting fucked like a dog, master” she replied, as obediently as any Lassie or Rover.

“Now bark” she shook her head, “Bark bitch and don’t stop till I say” he started spanking her ass till she couldn’t stand the pain anymore and let out little puppy barks.

“Arf! Arf!” she sobbed, “Arf, arf, arf!” the men laughed, as Richie patted her head,

“Good puppy” he kept a tight grip on the barking girl’s hair as he pounded into her still moist pussy. “Look how much she loves getting’ fucked like a bitch, boys” he exclaimed. The men laughed. Richie pulled out and started rubbing at her anus.

“No master, not in there, please” she begged, only to be rewarded with a firm slap on her bright red ass.

“Who told you to stop barking?” he demanded, she resumed instantly. Richie plowed halfway into her anus with one thrust, another and she felt his balls slap her pussy, his entire cock buried in her asshole.

She screamed, and Tim took the opportunity to shove something into her mouth, and clip it behind her neck, it was shortly followed by his cock. She tried to bite but found a metal ring prevented this, only allowing her to mumble barks and let her face be ravaged. Both men pumped into her hard, making her feel as if they would tear her apart.

What did I do to deserve this? she thought I’m on my knees getting raped in the ass and mouth, and barking like a dog, covered in 7 different guy’s cum. Oh god, I swallowed a stranger’s cum! I had an orgasm for them! At least twenty guys have seen me fuck myself, and now they’re cheering while they use my mouth and ass. I feel like a cheap filthy slut, why won’t anyone help me?

She felt both men stiffen, and offered fruitless pleas not for them to cum inside her between barks and whimpers. Tim shot off first pumping down her throat, as he pulled out the cum started to dribble down her chin. Unable to close her mouth, she was left dribbling as Richie pumped his own load into her battered rear, making her scream.

He pulled out and she dropped to the ground, not a second passed before she was being rudely, pull onto her knees. Someone batted her nose with a rolled up newspaper, ordering her to keep barking. Too afraid to disobey, she continued the dishonorable show, yelping like a kicked puppy.

She struggled and begged as she found herself sandwiched between two men, the head of their cocks searching for her cunt and asshole.

“Please don’t. Arf, arf. Please I want to go home. Arf” she implored, but if they understood they decided to ignore her, and started thrusting into her with uneven rhythm, she could feel them rubbing together inside her, dismayed to find another man forcing himself to her mouth. Some carefully maneuvering found her arched painfully backward impaled on a cock, knees spread wide letting the dick violating her young snatch pummel as deep as he liked, but most importantly allowing a fourth man to step up. After spitting on her chest, he squeezed her breasts around his member and began to thrust vigorously.

The spent Tim started to film, wondering how much people would pay to see a girl titty fucked while taking a hard pounding in all three holes, not to mention the muffled barking.

Apparently the men using her as their own personal fuck slave loved the idea of the degraded barking lass being violated so thoroughly, and it wasn’t long before the man creamed in her mouth, and her face it tits received the same treatment. The two were quickly replaced, and her cunt was filled, the hot sticky fluid searing her bruised and abused sex.

She was once more stuffed, and the process began again.

“Geez you almost done with her ass, Rick?” someone asked, she heard the man behind her laugh, “He’s like a fucking machine, look at him go” they laughed, and before long challenges were being issued as to who could pound away at her tender flesh the longest.

Samantha shook with pain, exhaustion, and humiliation as the endurance test began, sobbing weakly. The men pounded away, and filled her with cum but Rick outlasted them all.

“Hot damn, this boy ever blow his load?” Richie laughed, “Start callin him the goddamned energizer bunny” the man laughed and picked up speed pummeling her sore ass. She thought they must be finished soon, then tasted her own cunt as a dick was forced into her mouth and realized that they were coming back for seconds.

At last Rick exploded in her tight asshole; pumping cum so deep in her she knew she’d never feel clean again. She was forced back onto her hands and knees, another man going at her ass with gusto. A few more took a swing at her, she lost count of how many came inside her and how many pulled out and sprayed on her back and thighs.

At last they let her collapse, at thick layer of sticky sperm covering her whole body, leaking from her mouth, dripping out of her used and abused pussy and asshole.

She didn’t know how long she was out, but she woken by Richie pulling her roughly onto her hands and knees. She came fully awake as she felt his belt smack across her thighs, her scream filling the room.

“Wakey, wakey” he sang, bringing the thick leather down on her bare ass and thighs over and over. Her screams were weak, ripping through a too horse throat, and her body shook with pain and exhaustion.

She could feel a thick layer of dried cum coating and cracking all over her body, making her eyelashes stick closed. She could still taste the salty residue on her lips and tongue. ”Goddamned you are a filthy little whore, ain’tcha” he laughed hauling her to her feet, and pulling her through the house.

“Please let me go now, master” she begged, “You had your fun, now let me go home” he tossed her roughly into a bathtub ignoring her pleas. She screamed as the warm water hit her wounded flesh, making every wound flare.

“Clean yourself up” he ordered, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the sink, “Now, you dumb cunt!” she jumped, and quickly began to lather herself, scrubbing compulsorily, he laughed. “They don’t make water hot enough, right babe?” he laughed and left locking the door behind him.

Sobbing she let the water wash over her till it was too cold to stand, there was no mirror in here, just tub, sink, and toilet. She quickly took care of her necessities, and began to scrutinize the tiny room. After few moments she found her best bet, and began to pull the shower rod from it place. Her body was weak and tired, just as she was about to give it up as a lost cause, the plastic bar slid an inch. She dropped all her weight on it, causing the both of them to crash to the floor.

She recovered quickly as Tom burst through the door, receiving a bracing hit to the gut. He doubled over and she brought the rod down on his back, four times till he hit the floor. Leaping over him, she scurried down the hallway, wet feet sliding all over and nearing sending her tumbling to the ground.

Richie stepped into her path, surprised she took a few stumbling steps backward, swinging wildly, coming nowhere close to her target. As she made another wide arch, Richie caught the end and wrenched it from her hands. He tossed it aside and advanced, smacking her hard enough across the face to send her flying and make her head ring.

Before she knew what was happening she was being hauled to her feet, and drug outside. “Tommy boy, we gotta go” Richie yelled, Samantha crossed her arms over her naked body, pleading for forgiveness.

Two men sat in a shiny green convertible in the driveway, “Nice piece of ass, Richie my man” one of them commented, looking Samantha up and down with hungry eyes

“Thanks Bill, been working out” he joked and tossed her into the back seat, the man in the passenger seat scrambled back grabbing the frightened girl’s wrists. Richie jumped in as Tom, looking pissed, stormed toward the car.

“I’m gonna fuck that little bitch up!” he roared

“Hey, hey, clam down. I can think of a few better ideas” the man holding her smiled, she cowered by him gratefully, begging to be let go.

“Do you know what that little cunt did, Ray?” he demanded, Richie laughed

“Beatcha with a shower rod I’d imagine” he motioned for Tom to get in, “but you got her last night, and Ray and Bill here paid for a few hours so if she’s getting punished it’s on their terms, little buddy”

Tom nodded, and even smiled a bit, he knew Ray well, and could guess what was in store. Ray spent the next ten minutes stroking her hair and fondling her lightly, as they made their way to the highway.

It was nicely populated; they could cruise along, surrounded by other cars, mostly business men on their way to lunch meetings. Samantha sank down covering her nakedness, a high blush in her face.

“No, no, no” Ray cooed, pulling her upright, “get on your knees” he demanded, her protests were met with a thin metal cord slammed against her bare tights. She cried out in agony and pulled herself onto her knees, facing backward.

Several cars nearly swerved off the road as her large bouncing tits, smooth stomach and pretty pink pussy appeared over the seat. She burned with embarrassment, aching to cover herself. “Rub your nipples, and act like you like it.” Ray ordered, “You better be a damn good actress, or I will whip the skin off your back” he ran the rod down her spine to remind her.

With a few deep breathes she brought her shaking hands to her breasts and started to fondle herself, car horns exploded and the air filled with catcalls. After a few moments much to her horror, she found that it actually felt a little good, her nipples were hard, and her pussy was wet.

Little moans escaped her lips as she tugged on her perky nipples, “Good girl, now finger yourself” Ray ordered, running his hands up and down her legs. She let one hand slowly trace down, burning with shame.

She slowly moved her fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy, working her clit, the horns and yells filled the air, cars pressing in close to see the hot young slut play with herself. “That’s right, finger fuck yourself for all these people, show them what a whore you are” Ray’s boner pressed urgently against his pants.

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut as she slid her fingers in and out of her deliciously wet cunt, causing little moans and whimpers. She shuddered as she felt Ray’s hand on the back of her neck, bending her over the back of the car.

“No, please!” she begged, her tits flattened in the shiny surface of the truck. Ray was in her cunt in less than a moment, moaning at the warmth. He forced her up a little,

“Now play with those nipples” he ordered, pumping slowly. Her pussy was still sore, but she swallowed the pain and started to rub her tits, her eyes locking with the man in the car behind them. Her humiliation burned red on her face, but she tugged on her nipples anyway, moaning softly.

“Yea! Fuck that slut!” a pickup full of what looked like frat boys pulled up next to them, Ray pounded harder, making her tits bounce much to everyone’s amusement.

“Invite to boys to fuck you” Ray ordered, “and do a good job. Tell them how this feels, tell them how big a slut you are, beg.” Samantha choked back tears;

“Do you boys want to fuck me?” she asked, rubbing her nipples, “Please fuck me, make me moan” she begged, “It feels so good in a tight pussy, please let me fuck all of you” she pleaded, she was met resounding approval. Ray pumped into her as hard as he could, pulling her hair so she arched her back. Her tits jutted out, bouncing with each thrust,

“Rub your clit” Ray ordered, she obeyed continuing to beg the strangers to fuck her.

“Yes, cum for us, baby!” the men yelled, “I wanna pump the brakes off that pussy!”

“Moan, tell them how good it feels” he ordered, he was fucking her viciously now, keeping her back arched.

“Oh, god it feels so good” she moaned, and to her terrible surprise it actually did, the hard cock slamming her g-spot and her long slim fingers working her clit faster and faster. Tears of shame were welling up in her eyes “I’m so wet, mmm, it feels good. Oh, oh I’m going to cum!” she whimpered as Tom began to fondle her nipples, “I love to be fucked, please make me cum” she begged praying to finish soon and put this nightmare to rest.

She felt herself tightening around Ray’s cock, and couldn’t help but work her clit faster and faster. Oh god I have to cum she thought Please no, please I don’t want to cum like this. All these people watching me, they must think I’m the worst kind of slut. Being raped and fingering myself on a highway, letting anyone see my breasts and watch me cum. Please god don’t let this be happening

She screamed as she came, hot juices flowing down her thighs, the men cheered. Ray could barely hold on as he felt her cunt spasm around his dick. He pumped slowly making her shudder and scream each time and informed Bill to pull over.

They quickly turned off the road and pulled into the shoulder, the pickup followed. Bill dragged the convulsing girl out and around to the front, “Suck” he ordered, pushing her to her knees and shoving his cock rudely into her mouth. She shook her head but had enough sense not to bite down as he fucked her pretty face.

It only took a moment before he pulled out and blew a load on the hood of the car. It was impressively large, coating this shiny green, “Now look what you made me do to Bill’s nice car” he shook his head in disappointment hauling her to her feet, “lick it all up”.

She stood in stunned silence for a moment, Ray bent her roughly over the hood, the hot metal warmed her nipples uncomfortably; he kicked her legs painfully wide apart, “Lick it up” he told her again. She started to cry as she licked the sticky semen from the hood, her ass high in the air, soft pink pussy exposed to the many passing cars.

She licked up every drop, eager to be out of the dishonorable position, she started to sob as she caught Richie’s eye. He sat in the passenger seat, leaned in close to the window, laughter glinting in his gray green eyes. Knowing how much he loved her humiliation made her burn with shame and hatred.

“She is a good little slave, ain’t she?” he laughed keeping his eyes locked with hers. “Now I believe she offered you boys a nice slice of pussy” he jumped out of the car, “Now personally I don’t think she can handle so many strapping young men, but if that’s what the slut wants, then that’s what the slut wants” he clapped one young man on the back and lead him over to the trembling girl.

“And don’t forget to be a good girl, and thank each nice man for pounding you tight cunt”

Samantha shook her head, silently pleading with Richie, a futile effort she knew. The frat boys were very obviously drunk, despite that fact that is was barely 1pm, some of them staggering as they hopped out of the back of the pickup.

She was grabbed roughly by the hair and forced to her knees, the gravel biting viciously into her skin, “Wait! Please” she cried out, screaming as she was unceremoniously impaled on a stranger’s fat cock, another was shoved roughly in her mouth, the salty sour twang of sweat and pre cum filing her senses. She sobbed, the horny men had no technique or pace, they merely pounded away, mauling her tender flesh; more beating her insides with their dicks then fucking her.

Dutifully as each man pulled out of her, she thanked them for fucking whatever hole they had chosen. Finally she felt herself being hauled up off the ground, the boy behind her coming out of her ass with a loud wet pop and complaint.

“Dance! Dance! Dance!” the mantra pounding into her head and she was pushed into the back of the pickup, the stereo was cranked, some knock off classic rock bullshit. She saw Richie and Tom leering at her, even from this distance she could see the sadistic glint in Richie’s eyes, and the threat of that propelled her to start moving her hips to the music.

Shame burned in her face as cum leaked from her every hole, dripping down her thighs, as she gyrated her hips obscenely. The boys began to hoot, and jump up to grind against her; her tits bounced drawing the blare of horns from those passing on the freeway. As the traffic began to back up the sound of sirens filled the air. Richie quickly mounted the truck and tossed Samantha over his shoulder, she could see the lights in the distance.

Kicking and screaming she was carried back toward the car, the frat boys groaning at the loss of the new plaything. Samantha sunk her teeth into the tender flesh of Richie’s back, causing him to all but fling her to the ground. She scrambled toward the flashing lights, screaming for help, and waving her hands.

She felt her head jerked back suddenly, Ray’s fingers intertwined in her soft hair, “Come on cunt” he growled, hauling her into the car. They sped off, turning quickly off the main freeway, Ray brought the rod down on her ass over and over, making her scream.

Through her tears she saw the car slowing down, and finally stopping. The men piled out, dragging her along, she saw they were in a wooded area, maybe near the park. “Please, I’m sorry, master” she begged, “Please don’t hurt me” she was dropped roughly in the dirt.

The men encircled her menacingly, “Please, master, please” she whimpered pitifully.

“Hands and knees” Richie ordered, circling her slowly, she complied, shaking with fear, “Tommy boy get my bag” he squatted beside her, “You been a bad doggie, you know that cunt?” he laughed, she nodded, a sharp slap met her face, “You know the gaddamned rules” he screamed.

“Yes, master” she sobbed, “I know the rules, master” she shuddered as she saw Tom hand the bag over.

“Keep your eyes forward” Richie ordered, and disappeared behind her. She felt something hard and cold press against her sore snatch, something long, thick, and rigid was crammed into her making her moan, it was huge and she had to shift to accommodate its girth. In the next instant she felt the same steely cold against her asshole.

“No, please master! It’s too big, I can’t take both, master” she begged as he pressed it into her. She sobbed and cried out as she felt herself stretching; Richie had to hold the dildo in her pussy as he filled her to the brink. Finally both huge metal dildos were crammed into her cunt and ass, she heard the all too familiar sound of tape being ripped off the roll.

With a few deft movements Richie taped the intruders into the sobbing girl, finishing up with a firm slap to the ass. She heard the clanking of chains and glanced around fearfully, only to receive another firm slap on the ass.

“I said eyes forward, whore” Richie snapped a thick leather collar around her neck, a long chain dangled from it, going off to someplace behind her. “Now crawl home” he ordered, walking off. She heard the gravel crunch under all the men’s feet, and car doors slam. She hardly dared believe it, they were going to let her go home, she sobbed with relief as the car started up.

As the car pulled away she heard the clanking, and realized, to her horror, that she was connected to the back bumper by about five feet of thick chain. Slowly they drove down the road, forcing her to crawl behind them. She cried bitterly, begging them to at least let her walk, Oh, God, this is my life now she thought, Crawling after my tormenters, on a leash like a dog, my vagina and butt filled up. I’m a filthy, whore, now. They made me a whore.

They men laughed, jeering at her, “You like this don’t you?” Tom called, “Learning your lesson aren’t you, you stuck up slut!” Richie revved the car a bit pulling her forward about a foot. “By the way, you’re a movie star! Everyone loves your little video”

She shook her head, disbelieving, Please don’t let it be true she begged, please don’t let them have put it up on the internet

“Them boys got a lota of ideas on what to do with your fine littl’ ass” Richie called back to her, “Just you wait till we get home, you’ll see what I’m talkin’ about”

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