The sight of their friends fucking the beautiful female body was too much for them, they needed to relieve the ache. It didn't mater who or what she was they just needed her. They pulled Olivia to her knees, positioning her stiff body on all fours. One of them lay next to her then pulled her on top.
He felt her collapse upon him with her breasts squashed against his chest.
She felt this cock against her belly. "No! Please sir! Don't let them take me. I can't take anymore," she whimpered, knowing each of them was going to take his turn. Unable to find the strength to move, let alone fight, she lay sprawled over the young man under her.
"Don't tell me the whore is full up with cum. She's not much of a sperm bucket is she!" he laughed. His friends weren't listening for they were too intent on entering her lovely white body.
Someone positioned himself behind her, grabbing a pair of thin hips. Another of them grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her mouth over his cock. They didn't count down, or say a word to co-ordinate it, they just thrust in when ready. Her bottom and vagina was well lubricated with the gangs cum so they slid in easily.
Her body bounced around between them in quick jerks from three cocks viciously thrusting into her. Quietly she moaned a string of invective cursing everything and everyone in her life.
The nightmare would soon be over she kept telling herself.
A boy flogged himself over her back unable to wait for a hole to become available. They just saw her as a three-hole fuck slut. She had been reduced to a thing to be used.
Again it was over quickly. They were so near before starting they needed little friction to spurt their sperm into her prone body. The young man standing close shot his load over her back and hair.
She lay on the hard floor without enough strength to pull her body into a protective ball.
Olivia didn't hear them arguing about what to do next for she was almost out cold. Her body was bruised and her mind in turmoil. They had pounded her pussy and her ass so hard she was sore inside.
Mathew had two of them drag her into a shower where they hosed her down. The cold water brought her round. When it was turned off she huddled on the floor trying to block out where she was and what was happening.
"Here, get dressed," Mathew told her.
Slowly and painfully she drew the clothes together he had thrown at her. It was clear they weren't hers but thankful to be covering her body she pulled them on.
The skirt wasn't much more than a belt. The blouse was too small and the buttons had been ripped off, so she tied it in a knot, baring her midriff. Even without a bra it pulled her breasts into a deep cleavage with them almost hanging out.
"Where are you taking me? Haven't you done enough? Please just let me go, Sir." she wailed.
Mathew slapped her bare ass and propelled her out of the building. She tried to cover herself as with every step the little skirt bobbed up showing off the bottom of her cheeks.
"Don't talk unless you are told to bitch. We are going to show off our trophy white meat, then get rid of you," he said.
"Get rid of me? You can't kill me, please sir," she begged. "I'll do anything, please, Sir, just let me go. Please sir, I'll be good, I won't tell anyone, I'll do anything you say, honest sir," she babbled.
He slapped her face laughing at her. "I told you to be silent." He didn't mean to kill her, he meant to show her off then dump her at the bus station. What did she think he was? "What do you think, you stupid white trash," he said. They pushed her into a beat-up old car.
She tumbled onto the back seat and managed to sit up between two of them. Was this to be the big one way ride? She had heard about how violent street gangs were.
She scrabbled around in her memory for something, anything that might save her. She remembered reading a Sunday supplement about gangs keeping gang-girls at their club house. She didn't believe it at the time, thinking it was just sensationalism for the white middle classes to be outraged over.
She grabbed a hand and pressed it to a breast. Another young hand she pulled up the tiny skirt shoving a finger into her pussy. "Let me be your gang-girl. I know what to do, I'll fuck you all. I'll do whatever you say. Just let me," she broke off with a sob. She wanted to live!
She was too scared to say the word die. Inside the car and outside seemed to be in stark black and white. It seemed too bright. Her eyes took in every detail as though this were her last moments.
