Gang Bang: Sophie's humiliation

Gang Bang: Sophie's humiliation Gang Bang: Sophie's humiliation

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Then in a menacing tone he simply said Get out. You are going to give us a fuck before you go.

Summary

Then in a menacing tone he simply said Get out. You are going to give us a fuck before you go.

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Submitted: December 01, 2015

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Submitted: December 01, 2015

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The rules of the match that Eve and Sophie were engaged in were simple enough. Each was dressed in a string tie bikini and had a ribbon tied in a bow around each wrist and ankle in a matching colour. That was in total eight bows (counting the two on each piece of their bikini) each of them had on their body.

The winner was the first one to be able to pull all eight of those bows rendering their opponent naked and ribbon free.

Matched fairly well in weight and size, neither had approached the competition with any great finesse. In an untidy roll around on the floor scramble, both had lost their bikinis fairly quickly. I would have initially said that Sophie was going to win but twice as she was getting the upper hand and looked as though she might claim a ribbon she seemed to suddenly realise that in the tangle of the two bodies that this sort of wrestling entails she was presenting to the main group of us a legs apart arse in the air view straight up her pussy and for no other discernible reason released a dominating hold in favour of a less successful one.

In the end Eve won by a single ribbon on her ankle. The consequence of that for Sophie was going to be a lot worse than showing off your pussy; but modesty instincts of a lifetime are not easily overcome.

As Eve got the last ribbon from Sophie, she jumped up and waved it in the air; displaying in her relief maybe a tad too much insensitivity towards Sophie’s impending fate. Sophie for her part rose slowly to her feet. She knew what was about to happen and, although looking profoundly distressed, didn’t resist as Santiago and one of the other guys led her to one of the nine weight lifting benches that had been set up in a semi-circle around the matts on which the wrestling took place for this purpose; specifically the one closest to where Anna still hung from the ceiling.

The benches were raised to their maximum height and most positioned at about a 45 degree angle to the ground. Sophie was laid on her back on the bench and her arms tied vertically down to the base of the bench. Her legs were then folded back under her so her feet could essentially be tied to her hands; sort of a loose up-side down hogtie over the bench.

Sophie’s ice queen persona ran deep and that included a certain amount of reservation and reticence on her part. Unlike Anna, she wasn’t one to scream and carry on. But that didn’t mean she was any more willing. As Pablo approached her, now naked and with his erection at the ready, she begged “Do you have to? Please don’t” but he just ignored her.

As he first penetrated her she let out a little whimper of pain but then just closed her eyes and waited for it all to be over. Fortunately, if anything could be said to be fortunate about this horrible night, Pablo didn’t set out to be brutal in the manner of the sex itself. It was just the play of his cock in her vagina until her brought himself to a climax; taking somewhat longer than he had for Anna and helping himself to a play with her tits along the way. It not being brutal wasn’t something you could take for granted. He had talked of much worse when they were planning this with the Turps girls as their victims.

Still, having every guy in the gang fuck you in quick succession wasn’t going to be good for you; especially at the end of a day like today. And that’s before even thinking about the STI issues of what was about to happen; and Pablo obviously hadn’t thought about it or didn’t care; especially since he had first go at each of us.

With Sophie’s body angled down he looked for and found what seemed to be to him a more pleasing discharge this time.

Santiago followed Pablo, with Pablo directing some of the younger guys to start jerking off over Sophie’s face as Santiago enjoyed himself.

Having set Sophie along the course of her humiliation, Pablo then focused back on Eve; still standing naked. None of us were keen to perform our roles tonight. Eve certainly wasn’t going to get ready for the next match before she had to and I wasn’t just going to assume I was up next and get ready in anticipation.

But as expected Pablo told Eve to get ready again and told me to dress in the yellow bikini and ribbons; a third set prepared with the intention of having these matches run in quick succession.

When Pablo first described what he planned to put the Turps girls through today I had thought to myself the key to the match was to control the opponent’s hands and keep her mouth away from your bows. So it wasn’t anything like any other wrestling match. There was no point putting her in the most devastating choke hold if she could still get her hands free enough to pull your bows; unless of course you were ruthless and skilled enough to actually render her unconscious and then strip her. I knew I was neither.

As we stood on the matt and started, I just grabbed both of Eve’s wrists; trying to lock up her hands. I was hoping the fact that she had just finished a match whereas I was fresh might give me a slight advantage in what would then be a test of strength between what appeared to be equals weight and fitness wise. That meant my hands were actually over her wrist ribbons.

I felt the bow on her right wrist dissolve under my hold. One down. There was a tail of the ribbon on her left wrist hanging below my hand. I edged that wrist towards my mouth until I could grab it in my teeth and pull it; feeling that bow too dissolve under my grip. Two.

Eve didn’t like what was happening. Next thing I know she’s hooked her legs around the back of mine and pushed me backwards in a classical judo trip. We both went down in a tangle of bodies and my game plan has gone to shit. Neither of us was going to get a job as a professional wrestler. We were both pretty pathetic and it was little more than a scramble. But the motivation to be the winner was extreme.

Over the next fifteen minutes, piece by piece we both lost both parts of our bikini and Eve got one of my wrist ribbons; leaving me just one ribbon ahead. If there briefly flashed into my mind the sight of Sophie seeming to surrender a good hold she’d had over Eve because she had her naked crutch provocatively exposed to everyone in the room I can safely say such matters didn’t bother me. Even as we wrestled Sophie was paying a very heavy price for such foolish modesty. It wasn’t a mistake I was going to make.

We were both rapidly tiring; maybe Eve more so since this was her second match.

I’d like to say that I eventually won the match by a cleaver sacrificial play; surrendering the other wrist ribbon to get a clean go at her ankle ones. To an outsider that’s what it might have appeared to be but the reality was it was an opportunistic move.

How I got there didn’t matter. I’d won and without any sense of hubris because after the next match the answer could well be different, I was quick to declare it; standing up with Eve’s last two ribbons.

Ignoring the lost parts of my bikini and ribbons I eased myself off the matt, heading back to the false security of the circle of girls in the corner to cowardly get out of the way of what was about to happen to Eve. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t have been willing to give Eve a hand to get on her feet, but there was a shared sense that every moment of delay was somehow good. If I helped her up I was simply speeding her towards her fate. Getting back to that circle necessarily required me to take a path that gave me a horrifying end to end view of Sophie.

She was simply laying back, eyes closed and silent. Bruno was humping her pussy. Given he was about number 6 in the gang’s pecking order, that would give you some idea of what she’d already been through. You could see the cum pooled on the bench below her pussy and little bits squirting out of her every time Bruno pumped. One of the younger guys was straddling her while he titty fucked her; holding her breasts wrapped around his cock. Another was jerking off over her face.

Her hair, face and everything down to the top of her breasts was covered in cum, running in beads down the side of her face and upper chest. I shuddered to think that could soon be me.

Pablo meanwhile was waiting, erection ready, for Eve who had slowly risen to her feet as I’d got myself out of the way.

Eve wasn’t going as quietly as Sophie. Even as a couple of the guys approached her to take her to the weight lifting bench that awaited her, she started “Come on guys, we’re your friends. Don’t do this. Please Pablo, we just did what you made us do.”

She wasn’t going to help her captors. As they dragged her backwards towards the bench her voice rose and tone became more desperate. “No don’t. Stop… Don’t do this…. It’s not fair. Please. Help me. Don’t……”

Her arms and legs flailed about as they tried to tie her down and her voice raised even higher as she cycled back through the same pleas.. “Stop, don’t, please………”

Help her? Should all of us girls have somehow fought to release her? Maybe, but allowing for those already tied up, we were outnumbered 10 to about 25. Clearly some of the guys were very unsettled by what was happening, but how many? Was there enough to give us a chance of succeeding or at least rushing the door and escaping? The trouble was you didn’t know until the rumble started. And even if the guys were unsettled was that enough to cause them to actually fight Pablo and his supporters? And who was going to be brave enough to stand up and start it in the first place?

You could see the girls looking around at each other silently asking the question; looking for a hero to lead them but not wanting to take the role themselves. Kate was the obvious candidate; strong, feisty, a bit of a leader, high in the pecking order. But she was looking as uncertain as the rest of us.

I was tempted; even doing a mental calculation in my head. Was some serious bruising, internal damage and maybe a broken limb a worthwhile price to pay to give myself a chance to escape my fate? Maybe it was. Maybe I should stand up as leader, even though I was nowhere near the top of any pecking order normally. My brain was saying do it, but my body was unwilling to listen.

Of course, I had left open a plan B. That of itself took some bravery to implement even if it cowardly left the other girls to their fate. If I got caught I would end up with a truly terrible beating; especially with Pablo in his present mood. But the moment had come.

Santiago was near me watching Eve be tied down. Putting my hand to my backside and bouncing convincingly up and down I rushed the gap between us and groaned “I’ve got to take another dump..”, barely giving him time to assent before I rushed towards the bathroom.

When I got there I locked the door behind me, took off the remaining yellow ribbons, flung open the widow and jumped the small gap onto the roof of my car. Then I got down and into my car, locking the doors behind me.

I was stark naked. A bikini bottom and t shirt were sitting on the passenger seat beside me but time was of the essence. I ignored them and started the car. I’d stop and get dressed when I was away from the clubhouse.

Pulling out without turning on the headlights I drove towards the gate.

My heart sunk when two guys were suddenly blocking my path. Pablo had posted guards. Do I run them down? I was tempted, but in the end just couldn’t do it. I stopped at their feet. It was Ben and Sam; two of the youngest guys in the group. I doubted they were happy about being out here knowing what was happening inside. No doubt they were going to get their turn but would not be pleased about missing out in the meantime.

Ben, under normal circumstances, could be a bit of a sweetie. Sam was an out an out thug. Ambitious to rise up the hierarchy and willing to use an aptitude for violence to get there.

Ben stood in front of the car while Sam came around to the driver’s door, shining a torch through the window. Identifying me, he then played the torch up and down my naked body, playing it over my breasts before craning his neck to have a good look as he focused it between my legs. “Hey look Ben, Pablo’s sent us out someone to play with while we’re waiting here.”

Then in a menacing tone he simply said “Get out. You’re going to give us a fuck before you go.”


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