Jane was covered in sweat and cum. Her ass had mercifully gone numb, it was getting used more than her pussy. The faces of these men were blurring into one another, they were all the same to her now. Thrust, thrust, thrust until they cum and get replaced with another.
Jane kept her sanity by concentration on her task, the muscles in her arms burned, and the rope felt like it was cutting her up, but she continued to strain against the rope in short bursts. She was starting to make some progress, the rope had slightly loosened. It wasn’t near enough to set her hands free, but it gave her hope, and she continued on, despite the pain and exhaustion and the constant fucking.
Hour after hour slowly ticked by. Every time a man finished fucking her, Jane hoped it would be the last. But it never was, another man always came in and stuck his dick into her again. ‘God damn it, how many of these beasts are there? surely everyone in town has fucked me now!’ But she recognised some of the men coming back to do her again.
When were their lusts going to be sated? when was the Sheriff going to come in and say that was enough? or was she going to be fucked to death? She continued to work the ropes the whole time. The little progress she made was unfair, considering all the effort she put in just to tell herself not to give up, but she kept at it.
It had been over five hours, five hours of constant fucking, taking cock after cock. A scruffy bearded man was pumping Janes’ bruised, cum-slick pussy until he groaned and pulled out, and stroked it a few times and added to the cum on her belly. He wiped himself with a rag and left the room. Seconds passed and no one entered the room, for the first time that night Jane was alone.
‘Oh please god. Let that be it, let these beast be finally finished with me.” Jane still continued to work the rope, she had to get out of here, she wouldn’t be able to stand another night of that.
Fifteen minutes later, another man entered the room, it was the Bar Keeper. He looked Jane over,
“Phew, you’re a mess girl, all those cocks did a number on you, Sheriff Jackson wanted to break you in, I hope he hasn’t ruined you. I didn’t really agree with his idea of givin’ you away for free, but at least you gave us a big increase in bar sales.” He got a rag and tried to wipe the cum from her crotch and ass. “Good luck tryin’ to find the father if you get pregnant.” he laughed. Then he dropped his pants and stroked his cock, Jane groaned into her gag, the raping still wasn’t over.
“I was the one who bought you down, and I only get to fuck you after everyone else in town has had a piece. At least the ass-hole is still good, no matter how many times its been fucked.” He got on top of Jane and put his cock up her ass. By now it was numb and at least Jane could barely feel it. He fucked her ass like so many others before him and came inside her. He climbed off her again. “Why don’t we call it a night whore?” then he extinguished the kerosene lamp and the room went dark. He left, closing the door.
Jane couldn’t believe he left her like this, still tied up in that horrible position, still messy with cum and sweat. Her tits felt bruised, her insides felt like they’ve been rubbed raw and were filled with the sticky cum of scores of men.
In the darkness, in her mind all she could see were cocks, big hard cocks, she felt like one would be pushed into her any moment and start thrusting away. She shook off the images, and went back to working the rope. Alone in the darkness, with soreness and pain all over her body, and fighting off heavy exhaustion, she continued to strain against her bonds, in short painful bursts.
Hours crawled by, and Jane kept at it, stubbornly refusing to give in and let the exhaustion pull her into sleep. She was definitely making progress loosening her bonds. Then after what seemed like forever she had a breakthrough, the rope slipped open a couple of millimetres.
She tried to pull her hand free, but it wouldn’t go. Jane just grit her teeth and tried harder. She pulled against the steel bed frame with all her might, the rope cut fiercely into her hands. She blocked out the pain and pulled and pulled, until suddenly her hand slipped free. Exhilaration washed over her as she moved her hands in front of her, she unwound the rope and rubbed at her aching wrists. She could feel the wetness of blood, it didn’t surprise her.
Then she removed the gag from her mouth. She moved her arm down and rubbed her sore crotch, getting sticky cum all over her hand. She wiped the cum with the gag and got to work untying the rope around her left ankle. She undid the knot and let her leg slip down onto the bed. She stopped herself moaning in pain, the muscles in her leg were badly cramped. She rubbed her aching thigh. She untied her other leg and did the same.
Finally she was free from her bondage. Her body was sore all over, but it felt good to be able to move and stretch after being held in the same position for so many hours. Jane couldn’t stand straight away. Her legs throbbed painfully as circulation returned to them. Her heart was thudding, she did it, she managed to escape her bonds but she wasn’t out of the woods yet.
When she was able to gingerly stand up, she searched the dark room for her clothes. She found her pants and put them on, cum still leaked out of her holes. She tried to find her shirt for several minutes but couldn’t find it. ‘Where the hell did it go?” Jane decided not to waste any more time, she didn’t know how long she had till dawn, and she wanted her and Amy to be gone by then. She tried the door, it was left unlocked, obviously they thought they didn’t need to lock it with her tied up.
She moved silently down the hallway, to the room Amy was in. Her door was locked. ‘Damn!’ Jane thought, knocking it down would make noise and this would all be for nothing if she got caught. She needed the key. Where would it be?. Then she remembered when the bar keeper dropped his pants before raping her, she heard the jingle of keys. They were in his pants.
Jane crept back along the hallway, he had to sleep in one of these rooms. There were six doors in the hallway. Jane tried one by the stairway first. She opened it slowly and despite her efforts to stay quiet it let out a loud creak. There was snoring coming from a bed in the room. This must be it. She silently crept in. In the dim moonlight she could see his pants draped over the back of a chair and slowly moved over to it, she didn’t know if he was a light sleeper, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
She carefully picked the pocket with the skill of a master thief and managed to quietly remove the set of keys, and leave the room with the man still snoring away. Jane crept back down the hallway and tried a few keys, before unlocking the door to Amys’ room. Amy was asleep on the bed wearing a dirty, stained frock.
Jane moved over and gently nudged her. Amy woke with a fright. “It’s me honey, Aunt Jane.”
“Aunt Jane?” she said reaching out and hugging her “I knew you’d come for me. They …they were …raping you …all night, I could hear them.”