Then the onslaught began. A finger worked its way inside her- making her gasp and struggle once more. It reached deep within her, violating her. Layla squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold.
“I will hate every minute of this Sir, I will. I will not let myself give into them.”
The finger was joined by a second. They stretched her and rubbed against her. She whimpered and screamed out loud in frustration as she heard the first wet sound of her arousal. The fingers were curling inside her- seeking out that most glorious spot. Teasing her, making her want to betray herself. Then a third slid inside... almost too easily. She felt herself flush with utter embarrassment and shame.
“Want something more Layla?” came the amused voice of the spectator in the corner. “Look at the plight of you. You don't care who touches you- do you whore?”
The fingers withdrew and the figure moved. The man from the car was moving in from the corner. As he got closer Layla recognised the scent of his aftershave. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as the other figure started loosening the metal shackles around her wrists. She stretched her hands out then went to lash out. She was too slow. The man from the car yanked her up into a sitting position by her hair and twisted the fistful locking her head in place. Her arms were forced behind her back and cuffed securely in place.
There was the sound of a zip unfastening. She knew what was coming. She tried to twist her face away but the man from the car had a vice-like grip on her. She clamped her lips together and jutted her chin out defiantly.
“Now Layla... you're going to part those beautifully full lips of yours and take my friend inside your mouth. He's going to face fuck you and you're going to take it... understand?”
“Like fuck I am,” she replied.
The man from the car twisted her hair even more tightly in his fist and the stranger in front of her brought both hands down over her bruised breasts.
“We've heard you murmuring about your “Sir” bitch. If you cared about him so much you wouldn't get into cars with strange men would you? Think how much he must be worrying about you- you selfish little whore”.
She fell for their trick. She opened her mouth to shout more obscenities at them but before she could muster a word the man in front of her had rammed his sizeable cock straight into her mouth. She choked immediately and tilted her head back- gasping for air. One of them clamped her nostrils closed causing her to thrash about in panic. The man in front of her was fucking her mouth relentlessly. He slid down the back of her throat taking enjoyment from making her gag. Layla spluttered and retched but could not move her head. She was feeling dizzy again, she couldn't breathe. She gulped small parcels of air between chokes and just as she thought she was going to pass out again, the fingers released her nose and she almost cried with gratefulness.
“Now if you don't want us to cut off your air supply again, you'll stop struggling and swallow what my friend has for you- ok slut?”
She couldn't answer if she wanted to. But they were breaking her. She felt so weak. If they hadn't have been holding her upright she would have collapsed by now. She was aware of the snot and spit mingling on her face. Her body felt so sore and battered. She thought of her Sir and let herself relax. It was him inside her mouth. It was his load she was going to swallow. It was his fingers that were now tweaking and pinching her already abused nipples.
“Focus” she commanded herself. I can get through this.
Part Four
Finally the stranger came, forcing his load down the back of her throat. Her stomach churned and she retched helplessly. Above her the two men were laughing- one still holding her upright by her matted hair.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust and trying to fight back yet more tears she spat the taste of come from her mouth.
"Now that's not very nice Layla, in fact, it's pretty damn rude".
The man behind her yanked her head back violently and spat back in her face. Then the stranger's cock prodded against her lips again as he wiped himself clean, over her chin, her nose, her lips, her cheeks. Then her hair was released and she fell to the floor, her arms numb behind her back.
Snivelling, she curled her body into a protective ball as best she could, trying desperately to drown out the cruel laughter above her.
"May as well untie her for the next bit, it doesn't look like there's much fight left in her."
Next bit? Next bit? She tried to lift her head to shake it pleadingly but it felt too heavy.
Hands were working roughly around her wrists and ankles, the sound of chain being thrown across the room echoed eerily.
"Lie on your back and spread your legs,” the man from outside the club growled.
She froze.
"I'm got going to tell you twice Layla.”
A boot slammed against her thigh. Before she could cry out in agony, another kick landed square between her legs, then another and another. Were those shrieks coming from her? She sounded like an animal.
The owner of the boot knelt by her head, pulling her arms above her and pinning them to the dirty floor.
"Looks like you're all mine," the man from the car sneered.
She squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold, no longer wanting her sight restored. She let her legs be forced further apart and lay as still as a statue whilst there was the sound of a fly being undone. Her head flopped to the side, her wet cheek lying in the grime and dust on the foreign floor.
They had broken her.
Hands at her cunt, a familiar stretching sensation, angry glowing from the bruises caused by the savage kicks, grunting, pinching, clawing, squeezing. Was she moaning? Maybe... Was there a sense of relief at being fucked rather than beaten? Most definitely. Did she care who was using her? Not really.
"Tell me how much you enjoy being used like a filthy little slut Layla.”
I can't bear anymore pain she admitted to herself.
Almost silently she whispered, "I love being used and fucked like a dirty little slut.”
Laughter.
The thrusts between her legs intensified, angry, desperate strokes. Selfish strokes, painfully deep strokes.
Then she was empty once more and found herself feeling disappointed.
A hot stream of come was deposited over her naked body, then there was a shuffling, another sound of flies and then her hands were being released and pinned down again.
"Your turn, mate.”
The second man was different. Slower, less brutal. His hands traced over her bruises, brushed against her lips, held themselves against the angry skin on her neck.
"Please,” she whispered, "please say something to me".
He still hadn't spoken a word.
Then the hands softly tugged at the blindfold, loosening it from around her eyes and letting it drop around her neck. The light was harsh. Blinking desperately all she could make out were two figures. One behind her and one between her legs. She blinked, trying to focus. The building was clearly a disused factory. The steel beams reflected the light down at her and the concrete floor stretched out like an endless sea. Raising her chin she looked up at the figure pinning her wrists down. He grinned back at her, his green eyes sparkling evilly.
"Want a cigarette Layla?" he teased. Then his eyes softened and he looked like the Knight in Shining armour once more. She flinched as he stroked her hair and released her wrists. "Look down Layla...."
She slowly moved her eyes away from him, scared to look at the voiceless figure who was still buried deep in her cunt.
She stared deep into his face and burst into tears.
"See what could happen if you don't look after yourself little one?"
She nodded through her tears and for the first time felt oblivious to the pain her body was in.
Oh so gently her Sir pulled out of her, scooping her body
up in his arms and cradling her to his chest. He wiped the tears from her face and held her head against him.
Tilting her chin up so her eyes met his he whispered:
"Maybe this time you will learn your lesson hmmmm?"
The Truth About Jane
By Charles Vere
I had never really been much of a one for family gatherings, but it was the first one since my Dad had died and somehow it seemed right that I went.
It was at a hotel and I got a drink from the bar and then went and stood against a wall while I tried to recognise people.
Then she walked in. She was a head taller than most of the other women and her blonde hair was still so bright it looked as though she had brought some of the sun in with her.
It was Jane; my cousin. She looked up and saw me looking over at her and her face broke into a big grin of pure pleasure. We made for each other and after a chaste exchange of kisses began to catch up on all the years that had passed since we had last seen each other.
She had been in Canada quite a lot recently and had only been back for about six months. What had decided her on attending was the discovery that Brad and Joe wouldn’t be.
“What about me?” I asked.
“You were ok. It was just the others I’d still feel a bit embarrassed in front of.” She grinned nervously. “I was a bit of a tart!”
It had been the final summer of adolescence, we had all finished school but none of us had found work for the holiday before we started at university. So Joe, Brad, and me - all cousins - had been farmed out by our parents to Jane’s dad’s farm in Wales for a couple of weeks. We all mucked in as you do on a farm, but one hot day we had all finished our chores and her dad suggested we cycle down to the lake where he kept a boat and cool off, or take it for a row. I can still remember riding behind Jane, her denim shorts were stretched tightly across her buttocks, which rolled so beautifully as she pedalled. Her shirt was tucked in neatly and so her trim waist only served to accentuate the generous and inviting hips and then there were her thighs! Long, tanned and golden and smooth! A young lad’s dream.
Down at the lake we had taken the boat out to the island in the middle. Jane sat in the stern while we shared out the rowing. She didn’t seem to be taking much care about keeping her legs together and those long, long legs just kept drawing our eyes to the tight crotch where the denim was stretched tight across...well we’d all been there with girls at parties and discos - this was some time ago! But there was something about Jane that day, and we all felt it, it was as if we all knew something was going to happen and we all wanted it to, and we would all know when it was going to happen.
There was a clearing in the centre of the woods that covered most of the island. We trooped along behind Jane, practically hypnotised by her bottom and her legs. She was carrying the picnic basket we had sluing together back at the house and when we got to the clearing she put the basket down and turned to face us. She stood, hands on hips, brushed her long hair back and gave it to us straight.
“I’ve been in a sodding convent for six years as a boarder. And I’m damn well not going to go to university as a virgin!”
We just gaped at her and before we could do anything, she had undone her shirt buttons and had flung it away. She had a pink bra on that really didn’t hide very much.
“So what are you going to do about it boys?” she asked and this time gave us the most lascivious grin I’d ever seen on a girl’s face.
Let me add that for all three of us, our experience had been pretty much in the dark - at cinemas, during parties, outside a hall or the toilets or the bike sheds - you know the sort of thing. But now, here was this leggy blonde vision that we’d known on and off during our childhoods and seen grow into a walking wet dream, asking us to shag her. And it was broad daylight and we were getting full on femininity like we’d never seen! Bear in mind there was no internet back then and porn wasn’t freely available.
There was stunned silence for a while and impatiently she took her bra off. Joe moaned when he saw her breasts sway and ripple as she moved and suddenly we started thinking with our brains and not our pricks.
“We’ll use the picnic blanket for Jane,” Brad said.
“And we’ll toss a coin for who goes first and second,” Joe said.
I said nothing, I was just drinking in the sight of openly exposed young womanhood in all its glory. And in that instant I knew I had to wring every bit of sensual experience out of any woman I could meet. I didn’t just want to stroke their bodies, I wanted to know how they reacted to everything a man could do to them. A fuck would be nice, but I wanted more, so much more.
I lost both tosses and had to wait until after the other two. It never even occurred to any of us that Brad got the honour of taking her cherry. We waited down by the boat until Brad came back, grinning and swaggering. Then we tossed again and Joe went to her.
“She’s just fucking gorgeous!” Brad breathed. “So...so...” he ran out of words but his hands made the shapes of breast and hips.
When I got there, she had just finished wiping herself and was sitting up in that womanly fashion, with her legs tucked to one side. She was stark naked of course and she smiled up at me.
“It’s been pretty good,” she said. “But a bit more sticky than we used to reckon when we talked after lights out! Come on, get naked and let’s see how much better it gets!”
My shorts would hardly come down over my erection! But when I was naked too, she was lying down with her legs open and I was able to see as well as feel her cunt. She was still pretty wet so it didn’t take too much fingering to make her able to take me and the feeling of her warm skin in touch with mine all down my body as I lay on her, squashing her tits under my chest was just so much sweeter than I had thought it would be! Then there was the awkward bit of actually getting cock into cunt, but, wonder of wonders! - it all seemed to work and I was inside a woman for the first time!
“Don’t hurry!” she whispered. “I think it’ll be better if you take your time. The others rushed things a bit.”
I tried and propped myself up to play with her breasts.
“Yes, that’s right,” she whispered, looking up into my eyes. Suddenly that feeling I had had before, returned. I wanted more! Greatly daring I gripped one nipple, loved how it felt, but then squeezed.
“Oh!” she gave a breathy little gasp and her eyes went wide but never left mine. I did it harder.
“Oh! God, that’s good!” She smiled and I did it again to the other nipple, she arched her back up under me. I began to move inside her and twisted the nipple a bit.
“Jesus! Yes!” Her eyes were wide and staring in amazement. Under me her body began to buck up against me and she gave a low, odd growl; a sound I’d never heard a girl give before and then it got quite scary. She clasped me to her, and brought her legs up to my hips - even at that age, I knew it meant she was opening herself to me. I started fucking her harder and almost by accident squeezed her nipple harder and twisted again. She put her head back and began to pant and make funny noises but now I felt myself begin to come and let go of her nipple but put my arms round her and dug my nails in as I felt my crisis approach. That tipped he rover the edge and I witnessed my first female orgasm. Her mouth was open and she was fucking me with every ounce of energy she had. I responded and dug my nails in harder as I spent in her.
We both spent several moments lying side by side, panting and gasping then a plaintive voice from the boat asked if we were going to be all evening! We giggled and she hugged me.
“That was amazing! Stay awake tonight and come to my room when it’s all quiet,” she whispered.
Her room was just across from the main bathroom so I tiptoed down, with a readymade excuse if my uncle found me. But I could hear him snoring and I eased Jane’s door open to find her sitting up in bed reading. That night
ie she was wearing had definitely not been bought for boarding school! I could see her breasts through it and the gauzy material just made me want to rip it away so I could get at them.
Once again I had to lever my shorts over my erection and then I slipped into bed beside her. It was so warm and so welcoming and the whole of that glorious body was mine to explore. I made her come just by grinding her clit with my thumb. Then we fucked again, and once again she responded to nipple pain and nails dug into her bottom this time. And she raked my back too, gritting her teeth and grimacing as she climaxed again. Then I decided I wanted to take a closer look at that lovely snug tunnel she kept between her legs.
How I loved the scent and the taste of her! The soft convolutions of labial flesh, the hole of her vagina - once I had got my spunk out of the way - that was a bit too advanced for me! - and then I discovered heaven. As I had turned myself around, she now began to explore me with her mouth. There is no feeling like it in the world - the first time a woman’s soft lips engulf your prick and you feel her tongue gently welcoming you. I was paralysed with sheer ecstasy and just lay there while she fellated me. But then I felt myself coming and tried to warn her but she wouldn’t move and then it was too late. The most incredibly intense feelings at the end of my cock almost blinded me as I came and it left me limp and wrung out as I had never been before, the occasional pulse of pleasure so sharp as to almost be pain making me twitch now and then.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to..” I began as I eventually surfaced beside her in the bed.
She laughed. “It’s alright, we always used to talk about that too! I’ve always wanted to do it and really taste it and feel it coming up the cock. Mmm.” And she giggled.
“You’re a bad girl, Jane!” I said, laughing with her and suddenly she was serious.
“And that’s another thing we always whispered about! About a man...you know...spanking us! Like we were naughty little girls.”
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