Um I guess you could figure this out without reading part 1, but I don't recommend it. - Jaz
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I don't know if I can explain how much pain I was in at that moment. Physically, shit it was almost unbearable. A large cock was buried to the hilt in my ass. My rapist was stronger than I, and did not really care how much he hurt me. I was cracked and bleeding. My whimpers and shivers and tears seemed to excite him, to make him want to fuck me even harder. My bowels were on fire, every move, every thrust he made, sent fresh waves of pain through me. He had just cum deep inside me a second time, and for a moment I thought he might somehow stay hard for a third round. He had the right to do that if he wanted.
Our deal was that I had to completely satisfy each of the four assholes who had kidnapped me and my wife. If I could do it, with a smile on my face, then I won, WE won, and the woman I loved would be spared. If I failed to please them all sexually, if I resisted in any way they would force me to watch Susan being raped by them. She would become their fuck-slut for a week, and would be shared with their filthy biker friends. In a weird way that actually helped. I KNEW that my wife would not have been able to survive the vicious rape I had just been through, never mind being their property for a week! Despite my slight build and appearance, we both know that I am tougher mentally, physically and emotionally.
Oh make no mistake, after the first rape my brain was shrieking, I felt my sanity slipping away but a small portion of me clung to the hope that it would soon be over. I knew what I had to do, and I was determined to save us both. The hardest part of this ordeal had been that my rapist placed me on top of my wife, he made her hold me while he fucked my ass. I had to look her in the eye as I lost my anal virginity. She saw me break, saw my fear, and heard the slutty, disgusting things I had to say to save us. I wanted to believe she still loved me, still respected me but deep down--how could she? How could I be a man in her eyes. I was wearing her bra, panties and lipstick. I was forced to talk in a feminine voice, and pretend that I loved my rapist. How could I expect Susan to respect me when I could no longer respect myself.
The leader's dick finally shriveled up (I hope it falls off) and he withdrew from my ass with a slimy, wet plop.
"Sweetheart, you were incredible. It's been along time since a slut has pleasured me that well. Come here baby and give daddy a goodbye kiss. Mmmm you taste so good, so fucking good....Ok, you win, I'm satisfied. Mad-dog, it's your turn. Tear this slut up brother, enjoy yourself" Mad-dog was a small dirty looking thug. He had the eyes of a killer--no worse than that. He had the eyes of someone who ENJOYED killing. He scared the shit out of me. When the leader raped me, pain was incidental to him. He did not care if he hurt me or not, so long as he received pleasure. Somehow I knew it would be different with Mad-dog. Pain was not incidental for him. It was the whole fucking point, it was required. He got right to work making that clear.
"I don't like faggots. If it was up to me we would be fucking your wife right now. I'd have her pretty face wrapped around my dick. I'd be fucking that wet little mouth. It is your fault that I'm not able to rape her. This was your idea. Fine bitch, but you are going to pay. Remember if you fuck up, I get your wife too. I hope to god you fuck up. What do you say to that you fagified piece of chicken shit?!"
I wanted to wipe that nasty little smirk off his face, I wanted to punch him hard and see his eyes glaze over with pain, hear his nose make a wet crunching sound. I wanted that but instead I said, "Please tell me how I can please you master" in a little girl's falsetto. "Let me make it easy for you, I ain't no faggot lover. I ain't going to kiss you, that's fer mother fucking sure. I do't take sloppy seconds either, so yor cute little ass is safe too. So I guess the only thing you are good for is swallowing my cock," he said as he pulled down his pants and pointed to his uncircumcised 6 incher.
It wasn't a huge cock (although it was pretty thick). The problem was it looked so nasty, almost diseased. It seemed to have a life of it's own as it twitched and bucked as I drew near. It smelled--bad. I could not make myself believe that I had to take this man's penis into my mouth. For a second I thought I would lose it and puke on Mad-dog's cock. A sick part of me almost laughed as I got a visual of his dick covered in thick smelly chunks. Heh, heh. I guess I must have snickered a little bit out loud. In retrspect, that was a mistake.
"You think this is a game bitch, you think I'm playing with you mother fucker? Don't (Smack) you ever (punch) laugh at me you piece of shit."
I was dazed from the hard punches to my stomach and the stinging slaps to my face. I coud taste the salty tang of blood in my mouth and was gasping for air at his feet whn he rammed his cock down my throat.
"Choke on it slut, swallow my cock little girl. Mmm thas it, thas nice. Now lick it, play with it," he demanded as I knelt, submissively sucking his dirty prick.
It as kind of a strange sensation. I had never been on the other end before. It was kind of scary. Every few strokes he would get excited and enter my throat. It burned and made me choke. I kept thinking I would pass out. Then he would pull out a little. My mouth was making this wet gurgly sounds as I licked and sucked and slurped on my 2nd rapist's dick. Don't take this the wrong way but if you are ever given the choice between sucking a 6 inch dick or having an 8 incher crammed up your ass (twice), uh go with 6, every time. Gross, nasty, unpleasant--you bet your ass it was.
