Gang Bang: Anna's Rape

Gang Bang: Anna's Rape Gang Bang: Anna's Rape

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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As I joined the group of girls huddled together Flur whispered to me Pablo found dried cum all over Anna’s body and clothing and $2,000 in her pouch. He went completely crazy.

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As I joined the group of girls huddled together Flur whispered to me Pablo found dried cum all over Anna’s body and clothing and $2,000 in her pouch. He went completely crazy.

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Submitted: November 30, 2015

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Submitted: November 30, 2015

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I didn’t know where this night was going. The optimist in me said there’s just be a lot of screaming, shouting and abuse from Pablo. He - indeed all the guys - were going to be sexually frustrated, not having had the all-day orgy he’d expected.

So, yes, there was a chance I was going to have to put out for one or more of the guys. As unfair as that might seem after the day we’ve just been through, I could deal with that. It came with being part of a gang.

The girls of our gang were a pretty good looking lot, but there was no doubting that Eve, Sophie and myself were in a different, higher, league. That came with its risks, especially on a night like tonight. I’d always been bemused watching how the three of us dealt with that.

Sophie was the ice queen; trying to simply freeze out unwanted attention. That worked to a point, but as today more than illustrated, when it failed it exposed her to much rougher sex than might otherwise have been the case. Unable to seduce her, the guys would just more or less take her and see no purpose in treating her nicely in the process. You can call it rape if you want, but within the gang it was little more than membership dues.

Eve and I by intuition had adopted a different approach; one of creating a mystique of being out of the league of all of the guys – Pablo included. We weren’t completely unattainable because that would put us back with Sophie. Rather than freeze them out, you’d patronizingly flirt with them; making it clear a guy had to work hard to gain our favour.

But I knew on a night like tonight that can all fall apart. I had started to think through some of the things that might help me if the night turned to shit and to minimise myself as a target.

When I’d stopped at the bank I’d moved onto the front passenger seat the t shirt I’d worn over my bikini as I’d driven to the beach that morning. I also decided I was better off not taking the pouch and its $500 contents into the clubhouse, so put that and my mobile phone in the glove box of my car.

If Pablo demanded the money that would give me a chance to go back to my car and maybe use the phone or take the chance to escape. There was little chance of me being able to use the phone in the clubhouse; especially as what I was wearing gave me no way of carrying it on my body. I did however memorise Martina’s phone number in case I got to use someone else’s.

The last time Pablo had a meltdown I’d found myself thinking about how one might get out of the clubhouse other than through the door. Now as I arrived I parked my car as close as I could to the wall under a certain window, slipped off and left in the car the bikini bottoms because they made me different from everyone else, left my keys in the ignition and the car unlocked and braced myself as I walked inside; not enjoying the vulnerability that having the wind blow up my exposed pussy made me feel.

As soon as the heavy door opened to my knock I knew I’d made a mistake. A massive mistake. Pablo’s deputy Santiago opened the door. A burly mean guy he gruffly asked “where have you been?”

I was ready for that one. “I’ve got a bad case of the runs. I had to stop at a McDonalds for an emergency shit.”

But that wasn’t what made my mistake clear. It was Anna’s panicked screaming “no, no, please don’t, no” coming from the gym.

I was the last to arrive so Santiago bolted the door behind me and walked me through to the gym. What greeted me was my worst nightmare.

Pablo was about to put us through the stuff he’d planned for the Turps girls had they’d lost. Stuff dredged up out of his imagination after watching all sort of horrible bondage and punishment porn. All the girls except Anna were huddled in one corner, Eve and Sophie stripped naked as they reluctantly and as slowly as they could put on string tie bikinis and tied ribbons with a bow around their wrists and ankles. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife.

Anna was also stripped naked. Hanging by her arms and one leg already suspended by ropes from the ceiling, Pablo was cruelly watching as three of the guys struggled against her to fasten her other ankle. Anna was fighting them and screaming constantly; pleading, trying to resist what she knew was about to happen.

As I joined the group of girls huddled together Flur whispered to me “Pablo found dried cum all over Anna’s body and clothing and $2,000 in her pouch. He went completely crazy.” I knew “all over her body” was a bit of an exaggeration, but still, in retrospect the reaction should have been anticipated.

Finally Anna’s last leg was secured. She now hung naked by her limbs about three feet off the ground, face up, her legs spread wide apart by the way the ropes hung, her pussy on display to a room full of people. This had been intended for Martina. Pablo had been fixated by her body ever since she had waved her tits around at him while they’d negotiated this day. She was to have been his private all day plaything; hung where he could stick his cock in her pussy, titty fuck her or, if he was willing to risk her teeth, force her to give him head at his will, all the while with her fully exposed to let his gang mates witness his dominance over her.

Now he was doing to it Anna. His girl and his most loyal supporter.

Anna didn’t stop screaming; pleading for him not to go down this path, squirming as he stepped into the space between her legs, his erection in his hand held horizontal so he could penetrate her. It did her no good. She screamed in pain as he forced himself into her. She wasn’t ready for him and he didn’t care. Grabbing her thighs, he started thrusting; hard thrusting that redoubled Anna’s screams.

Pablo ignored her cries and continued.

Anna’s impressively breasted. I suspect it’s part of what draws Pablo to her. But unsurprisingly they’re no longer perky; normally requiring some serious bra engineering to support them. Wearing a plain slide tri bikini top like she was this morning normally results in the neck tie being stretched to the point the end of her breasts look more like they’re resting in a pair of hammocks then are supported upright by them.

Now as Pablo pounded her, those breasts swung up and down; one moment crashing against her chin as she lifted her head to plead with him, the next bouncing off her lower chest. I could see Pablo staring at them; almost adjusting the rhythm to magnify the effect.

Finally Anna’s screams started to subside. Maybe at last her body was starting to adjust to his presence and lubricate him so the actual physical pain was diminished; but whatever she let her head drop back and was reduced to whimpering. Finally she asked “why are you doing this?”

“To cleanse you whores and your cunts of the filth of the cum and stench of the Turps guys.”

As he spoke he looked around the room. He was speaking to all of us. Eve and Sophie were already reluctantly preparing themselves for the process by which we would all in his twisted mind be cleansed. He pointed at them where they now stood in bikinis, one red, one blue, each of them with matching ribbons tied to their ankles and wrists and shouted “You two, get at it. The boys are waiting.”

Then he returned to pounding Anna who with her head still flopped back had worked up the bravery and anger to shout back in a frustrated tone “But you’re the one who made us agree to the day.”

Pablo – never the most steady personality – had let his imagination and pathology run wild in preparation for today. For him a day fulfilling his most perverted sexual fantasies with a group of girls bound by duty and honour to comply was only part of it. The Turps had been muscling in on Pablo’s territory and he had largely been impotent to do anything about it. They were outsmarting and out muscling him.

In his mind today was to give him a chance to pollute their girls with his cum and that of his gang. He had openly spoken about his desire to see cum oozing from their orifices and running in beads across their faces and bodies. It was as if he could somehow excise the demons of the Turps gang’s presence in his territory through the ejaculate of his gang.

The games and the bondage were all designed to facilitate the deposit of ejaculate in and on the girls and enjoy the view of it tainting their bodies.

He’d been talking of dosing himself up on Viagra, testosterone and whatever herbal or other stuff he could find to let him maintain an erection and squirt his loads throughout the day. Even as we’d left this morning he’d been taking the stuff in anticipation; expecting our speedy successful return.

Instead the reverse had happened. Those chemicals had been bubbling away in his system, increasing his sexual frustration and mood. I don’t know whether he’d been told about Diego’s condom rule or whether that made any difference, but in his mind we were now polluted; almost possessed by demons. Our exorcism was to be hosed out and washed down with the cum of our own gang.

Was that fair to us? Of course not. We’re we livid about it? You bet. Every one of us was seething at what was happening. Anna was right. We were being punished for what Pablo in his perverted greed had organised. Twice punished actually, all today at the Turps clubhouse and now again at ours.

Technically what we’d been through earlier wasn’t rape. We’d consented and were bound by honour. Technically this was; by our own gang and supposed friends. I could tell not every guy was that keen to participate. They knew Pablo had simply lost it and was going too far. But whether they’d be able to exempt themselves in the light of Pablo’s demands was another matter. But in any case there were probably a few previously denied guys who’d only be too happy to have a go at Sophie, Eve and myself – and others - under the disguise and excuse of Pablo’s compulsion.

Santiago took the hint from Pablo and started Eve and Sophie on the wrestling match that would see the loser tied face up, arched over a bench press where each of the 25 males in the group would have their turn with her. That’s not to say the winner walks away. She simply starts again on another match. In theory only one girl can come out of the day without losing and I was never sure she too wasn’t going to end up tied over a bench press.

I’d heard them talking enough to understand what they were planning; prettiest ones first – so I knew I was likely to be wrestling with the winner of this first match – a couple with “the ugliest faces and cutest arses” were to be tied face down for obvious reasons for those so inclined and since the number of available girls would only increase slowly as the matches played out and there were 25 guys waiting their turn, the junior guys were encouraged to jerk off over and titty fuck the top end of the girls to pass the time while the senior guys took their turns with the lower end. Especially the earliest prettiest girls Pablo literally wanted to see covered in cum and, in his words, “it flooding out of their cunt”. Now unless I could win every match against the nine girls behind me, that meant me.

With a grunt, Pablo climaxed into Anna. He withdrew and stood back to examine his work; maybe hoping to see some discharge. If so he was disappointed. Anna’s head was lower than her crutch; whatever was in there was welling up against her cervix. He was going to have to put a lot more in or let her stand up to get that result.

For now he had another focus. He had to get it back up again to exercise his entitlement to first go at the loser of the match between Eve and Sophie. I didn’t doubt watching the rest of the match was going to help him along that path. In part, that’s what the matches are for and the way this one was progressing he didn’t have long to wait.


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