Thai bargirl from village girl to prostitute, stripper and sex slave

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by Joy Rider


  "I'm not sucking any fucking cocks you crazy cunts! I'm not gay!" Peter blurted out.

  They forced him to his knees in front of Dunlop and had his faced pushed in to touch the cock. Feeling the warm flesh against his cheeks, nose and lips, Peter fought back and managed to get away from the revolting thing.

  When they couldn't get him to suck the cock, Bull decided to try something else.

  "OK then we'll get his girlfriend to persuade the sissy to do his job. Rider, where's that Witches Hat?"

  One of the bikers fetched a large road works cone, orange and made of plastic.

  Peter thought, "what the hell are they going to do with that?" He soon found out as two of the bikers picked up Suchin, who was crying and moaning "No..No..No..." They opened her legs and started lowering her on to the cone until the point was touching her vagina.

  "It's amazing how far these will go into a slut's cunt." Bull was saying. "We had one girl who took six inches. She wasn't much use for anything else after though. I reckon a prostitute like Suchin should be able to take more, as her cunt's been stretched by our big cocks. So let's see if she can beat the record."

  As they slowly lowered Suchin on to the torture instrument, she started screaming in pain and terror. It was already in at least 5 inches and Peter could see that it would split her open and possibly even kill her.

  "Stop, Stop..." he cried.

  They stopped.

  "Please don't do that to her. You'll kill her."

  "Are you ready to suck Dunlop's cock sissy?"

  "I can't!"

  "Put some more cone in the cunt. Mind you don't drop her or it will come out of her mouth" was Bull's cruel reply.

  When the thing had gone in about 7 inches, blood was beginning to run down Suchin's legs and she was screaming hysterically.

  "OK, stop and I'll do it," said Peter.

  "Make sure you make him cum, girly Peter." said Bull. "You will enjoy it once you get going. Swallow his cum or he will spray it all over you."

  Dunlop was holding his large penis in his hand for Peter to suck. It wasn't at all hard and looked like a pink oversized uncooked sausage apart from the big foreskin projecting out. The cock looked dirty and Peter could smell it. He felt sick at the idea of putting something like that in his mouth.

  The crowd was laughing at the expression on his face, and the homophobic jokes were coming fast and furious. Peter thought that for the first time in his life, he was going to put another man's penis in his mouth and in front of an audience.

  There was a flash of light and Peter though "Oh shit, they are taking photos."

  He had to do it or they would maim Suchin for life.

  Peter didn't have a clue how to go about sucking a cock. He had seen lots of videos of girls doing it but hadn't paid much attention to their technique. He took the floppy penis in both hands and opened his mouth wide. He put it in and could feel the loose flesh of the foreskin against the roof of his mouth and his tongue.

  It went in too far and touched the back of his throat. He immediately had a gagging reflex, coughed and jerked his head back pulling the revolting thing out of his mouth.

  "Split the bitch in two." was Bull's response.

  "No, no its OK I can do it." groaned Peter.

  It would be easier if the cock was hard he thought, and started the rub the skin of the shaft with his hands.

  This seemed to work and the cock stiffened slightly.

  He heard Suchin plead "Me. I do!" And he realised that she was watching him.

  "You want to show him how to do it do you cunt?" was Bulls response. "Don't worry he will improve with practice, maybe you can get him a job in a gogo bar. He is a pretty boy and will make a good Katoi."

  Peter tried to shut out the noise and the endless dirty comments about him. He deliberately put the cock in his mouth closed his lips around it and started to suck. He found that if he licked the foreskin with his tongue inside his mouth, the cock seemed to stiffen.

  He started to move his head backwards and forwards as he had seen in the videos. He was rewarded by the cock getting harder. Having overcome his initial revulsion, it wasn't too bad. There was almost a strange thrill at having a cock in his mouth and feeling it get hard. He hurriedly suppressed that thought. He wasn't gay and had no intention of becoming gay.

  Dunlop was also becoming more involved now and was thrusting his cock towards Peter, so that he found he had to synchronise his movements with the man. At the same time, the cock was penetrating deeper into this throat obstructing his breathing and Peter was beginning to panic.

  The cheers from the audience got louder as Dunlop grabbed the back of Peter's head with both hands to hold him in place while he rammed his cock deep into Peter.

  He was being raped and deep-throated. Peter had always wondered how girls could take a cock so far in, and now he was finding out. He forced himself to time his breaths with the cock going in and out of his throat. It was no longer a question of repulsion or suppressed enjoyment, only survival.

  The crowd was chanting, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...." and Peter could feel the cock thrusting deeper and deeper into his throat. Then Dunlop suddenly went rigid and rammed his cock so far into Peter's throat that he couldn't breathe.

  He held it there and Peter felt himself running out of breath. He thought what a horrible way to die, and he could feel his eyes bulging. He remembered his SCUBA diving training and the way in which panic could kill you. He emptied his mind and tried to calm himself. That way he knew he could last several minutes without breathing.

  Dunlop climaxed. Peter felt hot liquid squirting into his throat and then his mouth as Dunlop started to withdraw. He was vaguely aware of distant shouts of "swallow," but he was choking on cum. Dunlop pulled out and a jet of cum sprayed on Peter's face and then on his hair as he fell forward choking and retching desperately trying to clear his airways.

  A big pool of cum was forming on the floor as it ran from Peter's mouth in thick white streams. He fell over on his side and continued to vomit.

  Somebody pulled him up by his hair and made him stand to face Suchin, who looked shocked and worried at the sight of Peter with cum running down his face and body. She knew only too well how he felt, as she was used to being mouth fucked and covered with ejaculate.

  Peter looked dazed and punch drunk. There was blood running from his lip. She felt terrible. She had brought this on him, as he had come here to save her. They looked at each other for a long time with tears in their eyes.

  Bull decided that his plan of ridiculing Peter in front of Suchin wasn't working. If anything, it seemed to have brought them closer together.

  Bull thought, "She has to see that he is enjoying it. I need for him to get a hard-on while he is sucking cock and better still he should cum." Although Bull mainly fucked women and enjoyed humiliating them, he also enjoyed raping men. It gave him a great sense of power to hear men scream as he put his cock in their ass holes and he felt his hardness penetrating and tearing their tissues.

  He loved to see their dejected cowering afterwards. He had found that the strongest and toughest of men became quite pliable after having a few cocks up their ass holes. The best thing was that they often appeared to be enjoying it, as many of the victims got erections while they were fucked and some even ejaculated.

  "Which of these cunts has the tightest asshole do you think?" he asked the crowd.

  There was some discussion about this as some of the men thought that Peter would be tightest as he was probably virgin but others pointed out that he was physically very big compared with Suchin. Even though Suchin's anal ring had been repeatedly penetrated and had stretched, she was inherently small.

  "OK let's set up a bet." Bull commanded.

  They started laying bets on Peter and Suchin marking them on a chalkboard.

  "Everybody is to try them both and mark the board with the one they think is the tightest. Tie the whore down first so he can see what is in store for him."

  T
hey dragged Suchin over to one of the bikes. They held her facing the side of the bike and bent her forwards over the saddle, so that her bottom was sticking up. Her wrists were tied on one side with her head hanging down and her ankles wide apart on the other side.

  Peter did not fight them when they did the same to him. He felt strangely resigned to his fate. He couldn't get over the fact that he had just sucked a cock and was covered in rapidly drying cum.

  He worried about the pain that would come, but worse was knowing that he was about to be gang raped. He had heard that men got raped sometimes, but that it was mainly gays and he wasn't gay. In the back of his mind, there was a slight thrill of anticipation in the way in which he was going to be used. Like a girl. Maybe he would be a Katoi after this.

  He felt something hard and metallic scraping against the tender skin of his anus and then something was squirting into him. Later he found that they had used a grease gun on him. Then he felt a finger rubbing grease around and into him. It felt strange but not uncomfortable. The finger went in deep and came out. Somebody said disgustedly "Ahh fuckin shit!" and he felt his hair used to wipe the finger clean. He could smell his own excrement.

  When the first cock went in it hurt but not as much as he feared. He felt as though he wanted to shit as it went in and out of him. Then he realised that he was getting an erection. Oh bugger! What was happening? He should hate this but his body was enjoying it. He felt so ashamed. He must be gay or a sissy or something. All those names they had called him must be true.

  Bull noticed his erection too and Peter heard him say, "The sissy ladyboy's getting a hard-on he is enjoying it so much." "Fuck the whore first, so that she can see how much her boyfriend likes cock."

  Peter felt the first biker ejaculate deep in his anus. When the biker pulled out, he cursed saying

  "Ah fuck my cock is covered in the poof's shit!"

  "What do you expect when you fuck his shit hole? Make him lick it clean," said Bull.

  Peter felt his hair pulled to lift his head up and a dirty smelly cock thrust in his face.

  A voice growled "Lick it clean!" or I'll stick that cone up your ass."

  Peter didn't need to be threatened and he obediently licked his own shit off the cock in his face. He ended up sucking it although it was getting limp and there was cum dribbling from it. The shit tasted foul but at least it took his mind of the cocks in his ass.

  At first, there were only a few cock's in Peter as they concentrated on Suchin.

  Then he heard her being untied and made to watch his degradation and the cocks increased, so there was no break between them.

  His asshole was getting sore.

  Despite this, he had a raging hard-on, which Bull kept pointing out to Suchin.

  Peter lost count of the number of cocks after about 20, as he had to cope with sucking them clean after they had cum. Irrationally he thought that as they were all ejaculating into him, he was getting filled with cum. He worried about AIDS but there was nothing he could do about it, and it didn't seem to be that important compared with his current situation. He knew that he could never be the same after this.

  The pain in his asshole was now excruciating and each time a cock pushed into him he winced and cried out, although often the sound was muffled by the penis in his mouth.

  Bull told Suchin to "Jerk him off" and Peter felt her hand on his hard cock. Now it was truly three way with one cock in his ass, one in his mouth and Suchin holding Peter's cock.

  With the touch of Suchin's hand, he could feel his penis swell and go throbbing rock hard. He couldn't believe it. He was being gang raped and enjoying it. It was horrible, painful and humiliating and yet exciting for his cock, at least. He started weeping with shame, desperately thinking, it must be some physiological effect such as the pressures of penises on his prostate or something....... In the dark recesses of his mind, a small voice kept saying "You are enjoying it Peter the faggot slut".

  Eventually Peter felt his ejaculate squirting out, which gave him feelings of inexpressible relief and self-disgust.

  The abuse went on for a long time as the bikers continued to humiliate Peter and use him as a masturbation object. Peter was completely lost in his own secret world, only vaguely aware of the sickening abuse. He was naked and dirty. His mouth and anus were bruised and bleeding. He hurt all over. They poured beer on him, and some of them pissed in his face. He felt hot urine on his skin. They were rubbing sump oil into his cock and testicles. In the distance, a girl's voice was sobbing and wailing. Peter didn't care anymore; there was nothing they could do to him. He just wanted to die quickly.

  Then Bull announced that Peter was the winner with the tightest asshole and they paid their bets. Some of the bikers even tried to be nice and told him he was a "Good fuck."

  Somebody said they should mark him and for the next hour, Peter felt a strange pain on the cheeks of his buttocks. Compared with the other pain it was nothing, but he knew the tattoo would shame him for the rest of his life.

  Peter lay tied down over the motorcycle completely exhausted. There was a raging pain in his asshole and he worried that they had done some permanent damage. He could feel a lot of liquid running down his legs and didn't know if it was blood or cum. His mouth and tongue hurt like hell due to being bashed by so many cocks. He could taste blood in his mouth. He had lost his sense of smell but he knew his face, lips and mouth were covered in a mixture of blood, cum and his own excrement.

  Worst of all was the knowledge that he had cum and enjoyed being raped. He was truly the lowest of the low. They had taken photos of him and everybody would know what he was like and despise him. Suchin had watched them destroy him. How could she ever love him as a man after this? Now he knew what she had been through, he felt great warmth for her. They would be like two girls together, but not as a man and a woman.

  Peter realised that it had all gone quiet. He had no idea what the time was, but it must have taken many hours for that number of men to rape him, so it could be very late. Then somebody started undoing the ropes.

  When he was free, he tried to get up but his legs wouldn't support him, so he fell to his knees. Somebody tried to lift him up and he looked up to see Suchin. She looked terrible, dirty and exhausted but smiling kindly at him, in the way a woman smiles at a small child.

  She signalled for him to be quiet with her finger and put her shoulder under his armpit to lift him.

  Looking around, he saw that there were bikers everywhere sprawled around with spilt beer, empty cans and bottles. They had all passed out or were asleep.

  With Suchin supporting him, they made their way between the sleeping bodies to the door.

  Peter couldn't walk normally and needed to keep his legs apart, which made him stagger like a drunken crab.

  They quietly opened the door and went out naked into the cold night air. The sky was clear and stars twinkled. The compound was lit by bright moonlight as they stumbled towards the gate.

  Halfway across they must have triggered an automatic floodlight as they were suddenly lit up, and the dogs started barking. They got to the gate, just as voices could be heard coming from the clubhouse. Desperately, they looked for some way to open it, but there didn't seem to be a handle or anything.

  Rough hands separated them from each other and, with despair, Peter heard Bull's voice

  "Trying to escape were you my lovelies? Well the girly boy can go and suck some of his gay boyfriends but the whore is staying with us."

  He told one of the bikers to take Peter and dump him somewhere away from the clubhouse.

  It was freezing cold on the back of the bike; Peter had his arms around the big biker as they roared through the night. Nude and exposed, he had his cheek against the man's leather jacketed back, and he wept. Every bump was causing agonising pain in his anus, and as he held this big strong man, he felt like a little boy holding his father, who would take him to hospital or home where he would be safe. He was more like a little girl now, he thought bit
terly.

  There were many lights. They were going through the main entertainment area of the city, where there were still people about. The biker was deliberately adding to his humiliation by exposing him publicly. When they stopped at some traffic lights, he could hear people saying.

  "Look at that man on the back of the bike."

  "He hasn't got any clothes on has he?"

  "Disgusting. Somebody should get the police."

  Peter closed his eyes and clung on to his father murmuring

  "Please take me home daddy."

  He must have passed out, as the next thing he knew he was lifted and dumped onto some cardboard boxes and what smelt like kitchen waste. He fell asleep again.

  The cold woke him up. It was dark and he was in some sort of alley. The pain was terrible. He put his hand to his bottom, and it felt wet. He looked at his hand in the light from the end of the alley. It was too dark to see properly but the liquid on his hand looked black. Probably blood. He had to get to a hospital, or he might be bleeding to death.

  Peter staggered out of the alley into the bright lights of the main street. A woman screamed as he collapsed on the pavement in front of her.

  The next thing he knew was lying on a Gurney being loaded into an ambulance. There was a crowd of onlookers and flashing blue lights from a police car......

  He opened his eyes and saw sunlight streaming through the windows. He was in a hospital room.

  Later a nurse came and fussed around him. Then a doctor who told him that he would be very sore for a week or two but no permanent damage had been done. The doctor added that whoever had done this to him should be put away for a very long time. There was a high risk of STDs and he would need regular checkups. They had sent specimens to pathology but some of the diseases wouldn't show up for weeks.

  After a few hours, a policeman came to interview him. It was difficult for Peter to speak about it. He suspected that the policeman already knew the nature of his injuries, as he had overheard the nurse whispering to him. Peter felt sure that they were sniggering at him, and he felt so ashamed.

 

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