It's late, the drive back from the concert was long, but it was worth it. It just sucks that getting there took 2 hours, but getting back took 4 with all the traffic. You notice your low fuel light turning on, so you pull off at the next exit. As you drive down the unfamiliar streets, you notice how many of the buildings you're driving past are shut down and run down. You don't realize you pulled into a bad part of town.
It takes a few minutes, but you finally see a gas station sign lit up in the distance. You pull in and park at a gas island. You get out of your car and try to use your card to pay for your gas, so you don't have to go inside. Each attempt ends in your card getting declined. You put your card back in your wallet and look around, there's no other cars around and no one out. So you lock your car and start walking to the gas station door. You pull on the door, but nothing happens. You give a push and nothing happens again. You look inside at the front desk, but no one is there. You eyes look around the gas station, it's lit up as if it's open, but no one is there. You eyes go back to the front desk and you notice a sign on desk.
"GAS CLERK WILL BE BACK SHORTLY", the sign reads, you sigh, but notice another sign next to it. "RESTROOMS OUTSIDE AROUND THE BACK", the other sign reads. The thought of using the restroom wasn't even in your mind till you read that sign. Suddenly the urge to go use the restroom takes over. Before you take off to the back, you look around again, no cars, and no one around. You walk to the back of the gas station, it's poorly light once you get to the back. The only source of light is one dim light above the restroom doors. As you walk towards the restrooms, you can help, but look over your shoulder. Hoping no one is using the restroom and that no one is going to pop out of no where.
You approach the restroom doors and you twist the doorknob to the women's restroom. It doesn't open, you try again and again, but it won't open. Your eyes look up and on the door, a piece of paper with the writing, "Out of Order -- Sorry Management". You kick the door out of frustration, but then you look over at men's restroom door. You walk over and grab the door knob, stopping to look back the way you came. You take a deep breath as you turn the door knob. It clicks and as you push the door open, you slowly peek inside, just in case someone is inside.
The men's restroom is your normal single person restroom, no bathroom stalls, just a toilet in the corner, a urinal on the wall, the sink by the door, and hanging on the wall, a vending machine selling condoms, sex pills, and lubricants. You close the door and click the lock shut behind you as you walk towards the toilet. You pull your shorts and panties down as you sit on the toilet, you start to relieve yourself. When start to hear footsteps coming from where you came from and now you can hear a voices, no, multiple voices. You can hear the voices of a group of men, shouting and yelling, laughing, as they get closer and closer.
You let out of a sigh of relief since you know you locked the door. The voices are just outside the restroom door as you hear the door knob start to turn. The door opens, you realize the lock didn't work in the first place. Before you can even react, the group of men all walk in. You just sit there on the toilet, your shorts and panties at your ankles as they all stare back at you. You stare back at them, unable to say a word as the door closes behind them.
They looked like a bunch of drunks who just walk around town, begging for money and drinking up any that they get or find. One of them walked forward, he was the tallest, and looked like the strongest. His skin was tanned from being outside all day, he wore an old shirt that barely buttoned correctly, underneath was a sweat stained tank top, his pants were old as well, with a few holes in it, and his shoes were the same old and start to grow holes. He walks over to you in your stunned silence and stands in front of you. Before you can get up and do something, the rest of the men surround you, preventing you from getting up. You sit there, keeping your legs closed, keeping your head down, hoping they'll just leave.
You hear the sound of zippers opening, clothing being moved, and the sounds of some of the men chuckling. You lift your head slowly and that's when you see it. This stranger's cock throbbing in front of your face. Your mouth opens in surprise as you stare at it. You don't notice the hand reaching behind your head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling your face towards his crotch. Your mouth wide open as his cock is forced into your mouth. You can feel his cock in your throat, your hands reach out and press against his stomach and thigh. Any resistance you hoped to put up is stopped as your feel large hands grab your wrists and pull them away. The taste of his cock in your mouth makes you retch, the stench of this unwashed man's musk fills your nose. Your eyes tear up as you open your mouth wide as you try and catch your breath. Your tongue rubs against the shaft of his cock, forcing you to taste more of him.
He pulls your head more and more toward his crotch as his cock inches it's way into your throat, making it impossible to breath. You try and stand up, but more hands push you back down on the toilet. You try and scream, but all that comes out is a gargled cough as your mouth opens and closes on his cock. Your chest starts to burn and your vision starts to blur as you start to pass out. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and your body starts to go limp. He pull your head back as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. A long rope of spit hangs off the tip of his cock attached to your lips. You cough and cough as you're finally able to breathe. You can't help, but drool over yourself as you begin to regain consciousness.
You look up at him, your make up running down your face as tears run down your cheeks. Every breath in burns, and you plead to him, "P-please... sir... l-let me g-go..." you beg of him. He looks down at you with a smile and then at his group of friends. They all start laughing, their laughs echoing against the tile walls of the restroom. "If you didn't want this to happen little girl, you shouldn't have been here in the first place." he tells you, his voice deep, and his breath stinking of alcohol. He pulls your face towards his crotch again, this time rubbing his cock against your face, smearing his precum mixed in your spit on your face. "Let me wipe those tears baby girl 'cause this night ain't over yet." he says to you as he licks his lips.
