“No Corrick, please no!” I beg, thinking that perhaps a personal appeal, using his name, will help. But he removes his cock from his pants just the same is the unwashed one did. Corrick is only semi-erect, but even in this state his organ is already as oversized as he is.
“No, please, you’ll kill me!”
He anoints himself with the same lubricating oil the other one used, and Corrick rubs the shaft of himself to arouse his penis to full hardness. I’m hoping he won’t succeed in becoming rigid enough to penetrate me, but the sensation for him of reaching out and squeezing my defenseless breast, coupled with the act of masturbation, is erotic enough to do the trick. A second man’s head presses firmly against the crevice between my nether lips. I’d been hoping the first rape would have numbed me or opened me enough to reduce the suffering from the second, but the piercing penetration of Corrick’s giant penis is agony. How many times today must I scream?
“Yes, nice tight cunt,” agrees Corrick as he begins drawing back, so he’s almost completely withdrawn from inside me, and then thrusting back to his hilt.
I must also cry out which each of this male’s thrusts, so intense is my agony. I’m still struggling, but impaled on Corrick’s cock, my movements remain limited unless I want to cause more suffering for myself. I resist for as long as I can, but by the time Corrick’s rape has settled into a regular rhythm, my strength is beginning to fail, and my will to fight them is diminishing. These men will fuck me whatever I do. I turn my head to the side so I don’t have to look at Corrick’s face, and try to distract myself by counting the hairs on the man’s arm.
I didn’t think my suffering could get any worse after Corrick climaxes inside me – in fact I could believe I’ll not feel anything inside me for the rest of my life after being stuffed by that monster. But then the old one, with the grey hair, announces he wants to rape me in the ass.
“No! No!” I wail. Dystyr don’t do such an unspeakable thing!
I resummon my reserves of stamina for a fresh effort at self-defense, thinking I might prevent myself being flipped onto my belly, but for this new indignity they don’t even try to roll me over. The men obligingly pull my ankles up so my body is folded at the waist, and my feet are almost level with my ears. I’m presented obscenely. Before today, simply being displayed to strangers like this would have been enough trauma to scar me. In the pose, I can’t avoid seeing myself, and knowing how they must see me. There is nothing but my nude iridescent skin. Naked, weak and pathetic, I am a bare and vulnerable female amongst clothed men.
The old one also lubricates himself, but even with the help of lubricant my anus isn’t able to accommodate something that size. The head of him presses against my ring of muscle, and yet again there is agony as something tears inside me. Gods, this is unbearable. I’m not even permitted the honor of bravely enduring it. I’m again reduced to screaming and sobbing, moaning in defeat with each one of a brutal rapist’s thrust, so he knows how completely he’s destroying me.
“So fresh, so tight,” is the old one’s verdict. His voice is husky, as though he’s smoked narcotic weed all his life. He’s not much of a man, but he’s superior enough to me to take me anyway. How can this be allowed? I was a free citizen only hours earlier, asleep in my bunk. Now I’m a captive of the Slavers, stripped, raped, and degraded.
The old one rams against my buttocks, making me shriek as he climaxes. It feels as though there’s a rod probing deep into my bowels. And the pain from when he withdraws and is gone is almost as bad.
The youngest one, acne-covered, gangly and barely out of his adolescence, perhaps is the lowest status, and thus must use me last. It’s a measure of how low I’ve fallen in a such a short time that it’s a relief that this one wants to rape me vaginally. His penis is hideous to me – veined and ugly, rearing like an eyeless worm from an untidy nest of pubic hair. But it’s as thin as he is, so compared to the giant Corrick, there’s relatively little pain from the penetration.
Unfortunately, one of his comrades notices this.
“Look at her – she can barely feel your tiny dick, Seegar,” the unwashed one gloats.
This angers the male called Seegar. It seems there is a type of male for whom rape for him is not just sexual gratification. He wants to defeat me. So Seegar begins to slap me even more savagely across my breasts, swinging his arm backwards and forward like some living pendulum. My arms are out at my sides, pinned down against the mattress by the old one and the unwashed one, so there’s not the least thing I can do to protect myself from this abuse. It’s as bad as being punched, each blow sending my senses reeling, over and over.
“Please don’t, it hurts!” I beg him, hoping that some show of humility will soothe his wounded pride.
“That’s right, bitch, fear me!” Seegar crows, but the force behind his blows does seem to reduce. I believe my pleading has had another effect when he withdraws suddenly. For a hopeful moment I think I’ve aroused him to climax, and it’s over.
“Bring her head to the edge of the mattress,” Seegar orders. “Gonna shoot my load over her pretty face.”
“No!” I plead, although I’m not sure that having it on my face is any worse than him releasing inside me. My opinion doesn’t matter. The three men maneuver me so quickly it’s as though I’m weightless.
Seegar’s organ is poised just above me. I thought it looked disgusting before it went inside me, but now it glistens, with a bloody slime that’s a mix of my own secretions and semen from the men. He’s so close I can smell the stench of sex and shame, wafting as he pumps his cock with vigorous jerks of his left hand.
The ejaculation comes without warning – a warm sticky mass that spatters diagonally across my face. It’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me today, but I flinch instinctively, and I blink, for some of the foul stuff goes in my eye.
“Mmm,” Seegar groans, a moan of unbearable pleasure which contrasts my own emotions. “That’s right girl, that’s the good stuff.”
A second pulse of his seed follows the first, soiling a wider area over my cheek. And this disgrace, thank the Gods, at last seems to signal it’s over.
“Everyone had their fun? We’d better get back before we’re missed,” the unwashed one says abruptly. The brutal tone he used for me has gone like it was never there, switching to one as perfunctory as if he’s giving instructions in the office. This is not a man who has just participated in a gang rape, taking a young woman’s virginity by force, hurting her, and ruining her. He’s nothing but an administrator.
“Let her up.”
I’m released so suddenly that I stay there for a moment. The hands that restrained me so completely are gone. Gingerly, I push myself up into a sitting position on the mattress. Even that small movement triggers awful new stabbing pains from between my legs and in my backside. I’m certain they’ve damaged me.