April woke cold. She was shivering. She looked around, she was shivering because she was in a cold room, with one fluorescent strip light overheard, putting everything in stark black and white relief. She was dressed in just the camisole top she'd been wearing and her panties, and neither offered any warmth from the cold of the room. She was on a small bed, against one wall. There was a small toilet in the corner, and a sink, and that was it. The door didn't even have a door handle on the inside. She got up and tried to move the door, knocking on it and calling out, but there was no response. She began to notice how sore she was, her legs and arms had bruises, and her ass and vagina were definitely sore – she recognized the signs of non-consensual sex.
She sat down on the bed, taking stock. She'd obviously been out for a while, and she'd been raped in the meantime. She shivered, bringing her legs up to her chest and hugging them, as she digested the situation.
She had no idea how long she'd been out, she had no idea where she was, she had no way of knowing who had her – although she could guess - or what they wanted to do with her.
She sat for what she judged was almost an hour – without a clock and in the tense situation she was in, it was extremely hard to have any accuracy – when the door suddenly opened, and she sprung up on her feet. Three men in white overalls came through the door, each holding an electric stun prod.
They were laughing and when they saw her standing there, one of them taunted, "Ohh look, she's awake..."
The came forward, holding their stun prods and April balanced on one foot, ready for combat.
The nearest one taunted her, "Come on little one, make it easy on yourself. It'll hurt otherwise."
He tried to go behind her to grab her arms, but April stepped back against the bed, and then in a swift move elbowed him in the face. The sudden violence took everyone by surprise, and April took advantage, grabbing the arm of the man she had just stuck, holding the prod and jerking it towards the second man and pressing it against him. The prod crackled with a sharp electric effect, and the man screamed, convulsing.
"Son of bitch..." shouted the first, and as April turned to face the third man, he already stepped in and touched the prod to her bare skin. As the electricity arched into her side, April convulsed, her limbs jerking and the pain – both in terms of the burn on her skin and of the electricity conducting itself through her nervous system, - was white hot, pure and incandescent agony.
She jerked and fell back on the bed, none of her limbs working correctly. Instantly the man who had shocked her jumped on her, holding down one side of her, the man with the bloody nose on the other. She was thoroughly under their control, and they grabbed her panties, and slid them down her unresponsive limbs. As feeling started returning, and April started to struggle, the man she had shocked picked himself up off the floor and, with an evil grin, proceeded to unbuckle his pants.
"Oh girl, you know you want it. I want it, you want it, we all want it. And the best thing? You are gonna get it. Hard. Like you like it..."
His pants fell and he stepped out them. April noticed he was not a believer in underwear, his cock starting to swell as he looked down on her helpless body. He walked in closer and the two holding her jerked her legs apart and she looked on hopelessly as the man proceeded to push his now erect penis into her. She was un-lubed, and certainly not excited, and it hurt. She was just thankful he wasn't that big.
She also realized from his statement, and her general condition, that this had undoubtedly happened before. This wasn't the first time they'd forced themselves on her. Only this time, she was awake.
The rape was over in less than five minutes. It was basically elaborate masturbation on his part, using her body. She turned her head away trying to will the whole experience away. She was revolted and also concerned that the man on top wasn't using any condoms, and while she had an implant to stop conception, it was still about the grossest violation of her she could imagine.
It was mostly done in silence, the man huffing and puffing on top of her, thrusting in and out until his face started contorting, and finally, he came.
Her climbed off, nodding at one of the other men, and April realized it was not over - not by a long shot – when he said, "Your turn. Sloppy seconds for you! You get first dibs tomorrow." The pressure lessened on her right side as the man let go and climbed up to replace the first. Before the man who had just raped her could move to where the other man was, in order to have both sides held own, April shifted, in order to take advantage of the situation.
However, the other man saw what she was doing, and leaned down and said, hissing in her ear, "Don't even think about it Bitch," and she felt the cold of the iron prod pressing into her side.
The second man was, if anything, quicker than the first. He slid in without resistance due to the lubrication factor of the semen inside of her from the first. This man groaned his way through the experience, while April just kept her eyes closed, willing it to be over.
But when he was done, it was the last man's turn and that's when it got far worse. This man was large, larger than the other two put together. He would stretch April out – she'd had bigger, but when she had it was slow and considerate. Those men inched into her, to give her time to stretch out. Unlike this situation.
This time, the man got his already extended penis out – it was almost nine inches, Aprils judged – and the man spent a moment playing with it, to get it to the fullest extension and rigidity. And then he pushed it in. It went in in one smooth motion, sliding in among the cum from the other two men, but also stretching her out painfully and instantly. She cried out from the pain, and the two men holding her down grinned nastily.
"She likes it!" one exclaimed. The man on top paused and high fived the man how had spoken and replied, "They all do. All the sluts love my cock." And he rammed it in again, for emphasis.
April whimpered. The pain was quite intense and she was also cramping from being held down and not being able to move her limbs.
The man on top kept banging away – no attempt at any more finesse than the two before him, instead relying on his size.
It took considerably more than five minutes this time. It was almost ten minutes before this man erupted in side her, and he climbed off, fist bumping the other two men.
The two men holding her climbed off – she was incapable of movement at the point, but even as she stirred, to try and make her limbs move, one of the men casually leaned over and prodded her with the cattle prod. The electricity crackled into her side and again, she convulsed, trying to cry out and also desperate not to swallow her own tongue at the same time.
The men got up, pulled up their pants, discussing the game the next day, and walked out of the room, the door opening for them as they approached.
April took a moment to recover and for her limbs to stop trembling. She gathered herself together, pulled her legs up, heedless of the semen dripping out of her bruised and swollen pussy, wrapped her arms around her legs, and cried, silently, the muffled sobs wracking her body.
