by West, Sam
Calm down, it’s not like they’re gonna murder you on Clapham Common in broad daylight.
“You heard the whore,” the ringleader barked with his still hard cock sticking out of his jeans. “Let’s fucking bang her.”
“What about diseases and stuff?” said the one with the ratty face whom Pam had thought she had glimpsed compassion in.
Yeah, what about diseases, she thought glumly. I ‘spose I could always wish AIDS away. At least she was on the pill. Not that she had taken it since yesterday, she remembered suddenly. A chill coursed through her. This was all so wrong, she couldn’t do it, she just couldn’t…
Too late. The leader of the gang grabbed her from behind in a headlock.
“Strip her,” he ordered.
One lad pulled down her jeans, taking her knickers with them. The other ripped the blouse clean down the front, scattering the buttons in all directions. In a matter of seconds, she was completely naked. The three boys circled her.
“My God, what a dog, look at the state of her,” said one.
“Get a load of those tits, they’re like fucking sandbags.”
As he said it, the gang leader reached out and grabbed them. She winced when he pulled on them, shaking and jiggling the fleshy lumps like a rabid dog with a bone.
Pam resisted the strong urge to squirm away and hide her flabby body. This wasn’t rape, she had to remind herself. She was here of her own choosing. Defiantly she stood there, staring at each one of them when they came into her line of vision.
The leader of the little gang picked up a stick off the mossy ground and poked her in the rump with it.
He guffawed laughter when she flinched.
“Look at the pig. Oink oink,” he said, doing a pretty good impersonation of a pig.
The other two joined in.
“Hey!” she protested when he poked her with the stick again, harder this time.
“Get on your knees, whore,” he ordered.
She sunk to her knees amidst a cacophony of pig sounds. Twigs and stone bit into her knees and some of the sprouting leaves amidst the mossy carpet were stinging nettles, which alarmed her.
One of them, she didn’t see who, kicked her in the lower back, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to send her sprawling to her hands.
“You wanna get fucked, slag?” said the ringleader, kneeling behind her. “Well, you are gonna get it.”
She felt his cock probing the deep crack of her arse, guided by his hand. She braced herself for impact, fully expecting him to drive into her vagina.
Instead he went for her arsehole.
“No,” she gasped.
She hated taking it up the arse. Luckily, Wayne didn’t have much of a taste for it either, but he had done her that way before when he deemed her ‘out of line.’ But mostly he said he didn’t like his cock smelling of shit.
The guy rammed into her, sending her sprawling to the ground with her arse in the air. Stinging nettles brushed against her face and she cried out, the kiss of the leaves setting her nerve endings on fire.
Her lower abdomen cramped up with having a cock in her rectum and she shuddered with pain. It felt like a red hot poker excavating her arsehole and she howled into the dirt.
“Fuck, for a fatty, this bitch has one hell of a tight arsehole.”
Pam failed to see what the size of her bottom had to do with the width of her rectum, but it was a thought she had no desire to voice.
He wasn’t in her for long before he pulled out. Her arsehole throbbed with the banging it had received and she yelped in surprise when he pulled her to her knees by her lank hair.
“Suck me clean, bitch.”
Yes, she thought. Even though she didn’t relish the idea of sucking the remnants of her own faeces off his cock, it still meant she would be one blowjob down and with any luck she would be able to tick ‘gangbang’ off the list as well, so long as the other two cooperated.
She was right, his cock did taste of shit; shit with a distinct odour of Greggs’ meat and potato pie about it. She tried to hold her breath as she sucked, which proved difficult.
“Oh yeah, you dirty fucking whore,” he said, thrusting jerkily in her mouth whilst fisting her hair.
At least she didn’t have to suck him for long. His come pulsed in hard jets straight down her throat and she gulped it down, eager not to let it linger in her mouth.
He continued to hold her upright by her hair after he had pulled out, holding her head as if it was no longer attached to her body, like some kind of macabre trophy.
“Who’s next?” he asked his two friends.
“Fuck it,” said one of them, the one that hadn’t asked if she was sure about this. “A hole’s a hole, right?”
The lad holding her head laughed and pushed her face down into the ground. Twigs stabbed her eyes and the taste of dirt mixed in with the bitter salt of ejaculation.
This boy’s orifice of choice was her vagina. The pain was nothing and she took it gladly as he pounded her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow,” he panted behind her.
“Come in her mouth,” the ringleader suggested helpfully. “You don’t wanna be responsible for a mongrel kid with that inbred.”
The cock withdrew from her pussy and she felt hands tugging on her hair once more. She was forced to kneel before the man and another cock was shoved in her face.
This one didn’t taste as good as the other one, even if that one had been up her arse. It was musky, with a bitter, pungent tang that flooded her mouth every time the foreskin tugged downwards.
Cock cheese, she thought with a sinking heart. Just please, hurry up and come.
Her request was granted, and the foul tasting, watery ejaculation pumped into her mouth. She gagged, forcing herself to swallow.
A sense of elation flowed through her when he pulled out.
Now I just have to get the other one to fuck me.
“C’mon then big boy,” she said to the third lad. “Come here and fuck me.”
The lad eyed her with something close to disgust. Or perhaps it was pity.
“No, you’re alright.”
“What’s the matter,” the gang leader asked. “Stick your cock in her for God’s sake.”
“Yeah,” Pam added, “you scared of pussy? Are you gay?”
The other two boys laughed.
“Just do it, you useless prick. We have, so you have to, too.”
Pam watched the exchange with bated breath. The boy was being tested. If he didn’t do the dirty, she was pretty sure the other two thugs would make his life a living hell.
Thank God, she thought, her shoulders sagging in relief when he came over to her.
“Just suck me off then,” he said, without much conviction.
Pam undid his trousers and freed his flaccid penis before stuffing it in her mouth. It was like sucking on a worm. Nothing was happening.
Shit, he has to come, if he doesn’t I’ve failed the task. Each man partaking in the gangbang has to come…
She used all her sexual knowhow to try to get him hard. She might not have been much in the looks stakes, but she knew her way around a cock. In her case, she believed that the age old adage held true; ugly girls had to work harder to please a man.
She sucked him and tongued him, varying the pressure but still nothing was happening.
Shit! I’m gonna fail.
She looked up at him and popped his penis out of her mouth to lick along the short length of his concertinaed shaft.
“Just think of something else,” she said between licks. “Please, I’m good at blowjobs, you’ll never in your life have one as good as this again. Close your eyes and go with it, pretend I’m someone else.”
That seemed to work. Her stomach somersaulted in relief when he swelled in her mouth. Her jaw was being stretched wider and wider and she swallowed down the length of him. Her throat hugged his glans, and all the while she gently massaged his balls, which she gratefully noted were tightening.
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br /> Now all he had to do was fuck her. Her mouth slid off his cock and she got down all fours.
“Fuck me,” she called over her shoulder to him. “Close your eyes and think of someone else.”
“Just do it, you useless fuck,” the ringleader added. “Fuck her good then come in the bitch’s mouth.”
The unspoken threat in the man’s words seemed to spur him on. She felt him behind her, then his hard cock slip inside her used cunt.
He pounded her a few times before pulling out.
Tears of relief stung her eyes when she took his penis back into her mouth.
Come on, come on, she silently willed. You can do it, come for me…
He groaned above her and twitched his hips slightly. Greedily she drank down every last drop of the pulsing jets of come. He tasted sweeter than the other two, which was something to be thankful for.
As soon as he had finished coming, he zipped himself up and turned to leave without so much as glance down at her.
“Wait, I ain’t finished.”
The gang leader whipped out his cock and kicked her hard just above her left breast. She landed flat on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Fiery heat spread across her back like a million insects bites and she cried out. To her chagrin, she had landed on a patch of thistles and stinging nettles, adding further insult to injury.
The boy proceeded to piss on her. Her humiliation was underpinned by elation.
I didn’t even have to ask. How lucky can one girl get?
His urine splashed her square in the face and she turned her head sideways. The second lad joined in, alternating his flow between her tits and mouth. She caught a mouthful of piss and coughed and retched, tears stinging her eyes.
At last, the pissing party stopped. Dimly she noticed that the third lad who had been reluctant to fuck her hadn’t joined in. It hardly mattered, she knew she could now safely cross the pissing and the gangbang tasks off her list.
All three of them turned to leave.
“One second,” her main tormentor said, stopping to pick up her new shoulder bag. He located the money and his eyes bulged in disbelief.
“Fuck me,” he exclaimed, “there’s fucking thousands here. Where the hell did she get all that money from? She can’t be a hooker, no one in their right mind would pay that much to fuck her.”
Take it, I don’t care. Plenty more where that came from, you miserable wanker.
“Who gives a shit,” said the one who had elected not to piss on her. “We need to get the fuck outa here, we’ve pushed our luck too far already.”
The three lads walked away without a backward glance, leaving her lying there naked on the ground.
Pam smiled to herself, figuring she had got off lightly. She was well into her tasks and it wasn’t even yet midday. She hauled her aching body to her feet and set about finding her scattered clothes.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Pam was safely back in the hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed and contemplating her list, ballpoint pen in hand.
She drew a line through number two; gangbanged by three or more men.
Next to task number six, the blowjob task, she drew three little vertical lines.
Three blowjobs down, three more to go.
Number five she also scratched out; must be pissed or shit on.
Great. So far, so good.
Thoughtfully she chewed the tip of the ballpoint pen. The dog task was going to be the hardest, so she would leave that for now. Besides, it would probably be easier to accomplish that one under the cover of darkness.
That just left three more blowjobs, picking up someone as a prostitute and the tramp.
She shuddered.
She glanced at the bedside alarm. It blinked 11.46. Twelve hours left to achieve her day’s objectives. She stripped off her clothes and headed for the ensuite bathroom. A quick wash and change and she would get back out there and get on with it.
Pam was back out on the streets of Clapham. It wasn’t going to start getting dark until eight, which worried her. That meant only four hours of darkness before midnight struck and her time ran out.
She badly wanted it to be dark. The type of things she wanted to do weren’t exactly conducive to daylight hours, but time was precious and she simply had to.
She was dressed in another pair of nicely cut jeans, and a plain black, stretch jersey top which went some way to disguising her flabby belly that spilled over her jeans.
Her face however, was beyond disguising. She had troweled on the makeup, but the angry red nettle rash and various cuts from the twigs and brambles had proved near impossible to cover.
‘The Black Hen’ pub on the corner of Winston Street caught her eye. It looked busy with early afternoon drinkers. Bland pop music drifted out to her on the street and she stopped to look and listen. The distant roar of male laughter coming from inside sealed her decision. Boldly she strode up to the swing door, and pushed it open.
No one so much as glanced at her. Why would they? Londoners typically ignored most things. When people lived so tightly packed together on such a relatively small patch of land, they learned to tolerate the nearness of people with an offhand indifference.
At this precise moment, she was grateful for that. She ordered a G and T at the bar, happy that no one was studying her closely in case they might read in her eyes what her true intentions might be.
The interior of the pub was dark and old fashioned. A long mirror lined the far wall behind the bar and she locked eyes with her reflection.
Jesus, what a mess.
The blotchy, scratched skin of her face was beginning to peek through the thick layer of foundation. She was just contemplating whether to pay a visit to the ladies to fix it, when a deep male voice spoke to her, making her jump.
“Ain’t seen you in here before.”
She turned to face the man sat next to her at the bar. He was old, like, over seventy. Obviously a barfly, he looked quite at home on his stool. His sparse white hair stuck out in tufts from his liver spotted skull and his sunken, watery blue eyes were not especially friendly.
“I’ve never been in here before.”
“You’re a bit of an ugly one, aren’t you. What happened to your face?”
“Are you always so rude?”
He shrugged. “Do you see anybody else talking to me?”
Despite herself, Pam couldn’t help but smile. “I ‘spose not.”
“So what happened to your face?”
I had a fight with some stinging nettles and brambles.”
“If you lost weight and got some teeth put back in yer gob, you wouldn’t be so ugly.”
“Gee, thanks for that.”
“Gee? Are you American?”
“No.”
“Then don’t speak like one, you sound like a fucking idiot.”
Under normal circumstances, Pam, like most people, would have moved away. The man was blatantly suffering from dementia or something.
But all Pam saw was a potential cock to suck.
“Thanks, I’ll bare that in mind. What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know my name? Why are you still here, ugly girl?”
“My name’s Pam, and I would like to suck your cock.”
The old man sprayed his beer across the bar. He wiped his mouth and stared at her incredulously.
“Who are you?” he asked, sounding the most sane he had since this whole preposterous conversation had begun.
“Just a girl, wanting to suck some cock.”
The old man glanced around them, but no one was paying them any attention. The loud music drowned out their conversation and everybody went about their own business.
“Are you a prostitute? You can fuck off if you are.”
“I’m not a prostitute. Do you want a blowjob or not?”
The old man looked wistful for a second, his watery blue eyes glazed over and staring vacantly into the middle distance.
“I ain’t had myself a
blowjob since the nineteen eighties.” He snapped his head round and glared at her sharply. “What is this, you got AIDs or something and want to infect innocent people? Or did Jimmy put you up to this?”
“I don’t know who Jimmy is.” She downed her drink and turned to leave. “But that’s fine, I’ll find someone else. Good day to you.”
“Wait! OK crazy bitch, if that’s what you want. There’s an alleyway round the back.”
“Fine. Then let’s go.”
The old man followed her through the pub. Once outside, he hobbled up next to her. He looked even older in the daylight and had a marked stoop, making him even shorter than he already was. He barely came up to her chin.
She followed him round the side of the pub. The narrow alleyway was sandwiched between the pub and the next door building, at the end of which was a dead end. Clattering sounds and brisk voices from the kitchen could be heard drifting through the air vent, along with the smell of cooking food mingled with the stench of stale fat clogging up the dirty vent. The claustrophobic space was stuffed full of overflowing, smelly wheelie bins, adding to the overall stink.
The old man leaned against the wall between two bins with flies buzzing around the opened lids resting atop the rubbish bags. He undid the belt at his thick waist, and Pam expected to see his penis pop out through the zipper of his fly.
Instead, his grey, old man trousers fell to his ankles with the pulled up tight, grey argyle socks. His legs were spindly, hairless and white. He wore baggy, light blue boxers with the voluminous leg holes flapping around his flagpole thin thighs.
“C’mon then, ugly girl, come and suck Granddad’s willy.”
Pam felt her bile rise. She didn’t know whether it was because of the sight of the old man, or the stink in the alleyway. Probably a bit of both, she thought hazily.
You can do this. This is blowjob number four, you’re doing really well…
She crouched down on her knees before him and tugged his underpants down his legs.
She almost threw up on the spot.
I can’t put that in my mouth, I just can’t…
His cock looked as though it had gangrene. The stench emitting from it was appalling, far worse than the stink from the bins. Yellow flakes and drying, orange ooze rimmed the head. The shaft had a grey tinge, like he was dead already. The tip of the thing wept a thick looking, greenish yellow fluid. It was small as well, maybe four inches long at the most, complete with erection.