THE TOY

By Succubus

I feel the car pull into a garage, hear the sound of the motor echoing off the walls. The door opens and a man says, "Get the fuck out, whore"; I feel myself roughly yanked out of the car, my weight sending me forward into a big, strong set of arms. The arms lock around me as I renew my struggles, kicking and screaming into my gag, the men laughing around me. "Oh, she'll be a fun one!" more laughter accompanies this and I am tossed over my captors shoulder and carried inside.

A short ways in, I am unceremoniously pitched onto a sofa, a huge hand pinning me down by my chest. I wiggle and kick furiously, screaming and yelling into the gag, panicked. The blindfold is removed, and for a moment, I am blinded by the sudden light. Blinking and looking around, the room starts to come into focus.

My eyes grow wide and I moan into the gag: "Oh God!" I am in a rather small room, square--the only furniture is a mattress on the floor and the sofa that I am lying upon Around me are four men; huge men all of them--their chests like barrels and hands beefy and thick--staring down at me. All are smiling; some lick their lips, their eyes traveling up and down my body. I squirm, my eyes wide in terror, trying to hide myself into the couch. I turn my face, burying it into the stale smelling upholstery, squeezing my eyes shut. "No you don't, honey!" one of them cheerfully says, grabbing my cheeks roughly and turning my face to the room, "Look at us, baby, come on," squeezing painfully until I open my eyes, sobbing into the gag.

I look into each of their faces, pleading, trying to beg with my eyes. I lay there shaking while they just look at me, the tears starting to well up in my eyes. The terror of my situation settles over me with a cold dread. They talk about me--about what they should do with me watching me the whole time for every flicker of reaction.

"We'll fill her up, that's what we'll do!" one says, smiling at me, "What do you think, honey? Want to feel our cocks in all your holes at once?" and laugh. Shivers crawl up and down my spine. I close my eyes tight, trying not to cry, but the hand just clamps down harder, forcing me to open them again. I cry into the gag, moaning. The tears start to flow from my eyes as I shake. I can't believe this is happening to me.

"We could keep her here for a while you know, bring more of our friends over" another says, chuckling at me as my eyes fly to his in panic. "We might even be able to make some money off of her, besides the movie, I mean," he adds with a smile, gesturing to the pile of video equipment lying in a corner.

I struggle and kick some more, trying desperately to get free. "She still doesn't understand" one man says, and so saying, I feel my legs pulled roughly apart. I twist my body frantically, barely moving, the hand at my chest still pinning me down, my legs held far apart by two men, as the fourth man unzips his pants and crawls between my legs.

"No!!" I scream into the gag, my body tensing as I feel him rub the head of is cock against my clit. Sobbing hard, tears roll down my cheeks. Looking up at me and smiling, he slams his cock into me, driving what feels as thick as a beer bottle up to the hilt, my body tensing again then going limp. Mercilessly he pounds into me, relentlessly driving the full length in and out. I try to close my eyes again, but the fingers clamp down once more, so I am forced to watch my own rape. One man lets go of my leg and grabs the camcorder, pointing at me and zooming in; "Smile, baby" he says, moving close to my face while the cruel hand at my face keeps my eyes open. He laughs as I cry hard, sobbing into the gag, my neck wet from my tears. On and on he pounds into me. Finally, with a groan, he pulls out, spraying his come across my face, bringing fresh laughter from the men. The man holding the camera says, "Come on sweetie, smile! Show us that pretty face all covered in cum."

I try to pull my legs shut, but another man slides between them before I can. "Look at me, Bitch," this one says; "I want to see your eyes as I bury myself in your ass!" This brings forth new sobs and renewed shaking. I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my anus and struggle, writhing and twisting, but I am held too firmly in place.

With an evil grin, he looks at me, and then shoves his cock into my ass, tearing at me. My body tenses, the pain extreme, "No!" I scream into the gag, as the cock begins to thrust roughly in and out of me, ripping me apart. "Holy shit she's tight!" the man says, pounding into me harder. My eyes roll and I feel myself starting to slip from consciousness, the blackness a welcome relief from the pain and horror. "No you don't," one says, and my face is jerked from side to side, a small amount of beer poured over my face. Spluttering and gasping, I am returned full-force to my savage use.

The man fucking me slows down, his cock now sliding all the way out, and then slowly back in, tortuously re-entering with each thrust. Grinning up at me, he slides two fingers into my pussy, the rhythm matching his thrusts, his thumb pressing into my clit. Despite myself, I am starting to respond to this, the pain melting away. Rough fingers pinch at my nipples, the pain making me start, but mixing with the pleasure. I moan into the gag, a slow flush spreading over my body.

"Look at this will ya, she's loving it!" I hear someone say, and I close my eyes tight, my face burning from the truth. "No ya don't," one says, and the fingers clamp down on my face, opening my eyes wide again. The man holding me leans forward, his face over mine, smiling, and looks into my eyes, scrutinizes my face.

The tears fall faster, my humiliation driving them on; I know that he can see every emotion on my face, can see my pleasure mounting. I start to rock, my body thrusting back at the tormenting cock in my ass, fucking it. I hear laughter as the man fucking me grabs my hips, driving into me hard, speeding up his thrusts to match my urgency. With a cry into the gag, I am cumming, my body rising and falling with the waves. "Holy fuck!" the man says, driving in to the hilt and filling me with his sperm, the contractions from my orgasm having spurred his own.

The hands release me. Curling into a ball, I bury my face into the couch, mortified and betrayed by my own body--how could I have enjoyed that??

Laughing, I hear them say, "Well, there's act one--time for act two."

With this, I am picked up and tossed upon the mattress. I scramble, trying to escape, but it is hopeless, the men stand around me, looking at me on the mattress, laughing at my attempts.

"She's a feisty one, now isn't she?" one says. With a snicker, one of them grabs me around the waist, rolling over, so that I am lying on him, facing up. I squirm, wiggling on him, as another grabs a set of cuffs, grabbing my wrists and cuffing them together. Shifting some, the man holding me starts thrusting up towards me with his cock, trying to find entrance. I squirm some more, and I am held down. Placing his cock against my so recently raped ass, he thrusts up, driving into me. I gasp, crying out again, the pain there, but nowhere near as intense as it was before. Wasting no time, a second man crawls between my legs, pressing his cock into my pussy, stuffing me full.

Together they start fucking me, slowly, the two cocks sliding in and out of me. This is too much for me. I moan out, not caring anymore. What is more humiliation on top of what I have suffered already? A third man moves to my face, smiling down at me. He removes the gag, pinching my nose shut, forcing my mouth to open for air. When it does, he thrusts roughly into my mouth, gagging me. Pulling out, he grins, sliding the head of his cock across my lips, over my cheeks, then sliding back into my throat. He speeds up, fucking my face, each stroke pushing into my throat. I choke and splutter on his dick, my body writhing from the twin cocks fucking my pussy and ass.

I briefly remember the video camera as it zooms in close, catching my cheeks bulged with cock, a small bit of drool hanging from my lip. I thrash against them, not seeking escape any longer, but simply driven to move against, to fuck, these cocks.

The man under me squeezes painfully at my breasts, using them for leverage to drive himself as deep into my ass as he can. "Fuck!" he says, then clamps down on my breasts, pushing himself deep into me, cumming. I feel the hot sperm fill my ass, and start to cum myself, grinding wildly against the cocks, my body heaving, my moans vibrating against the dick in my mouth. He drives his cock deep into my throat, his cock swells, and I feel my throat coated with his cum. Choking and gasping for air, I swallow. He pulls out of my mouth, and I look up, just in time for the man in my pussy to spray his load all over my face, sticky white ropes of cum splashing over me.

Tossed aside, I lie sprawled out and devastated, cum all over me, leaking from my ass and pussy. Grabbing beers and chugging them, the men smile, tossing me my clothes. I look up at them questioningly, and they say, "Get dressed, hon, and be on your way--we are quite finished with you."

"But!!..." I cry out, grabbing my clothes to me.

They laugh; "Nope, sweetie, you have enjoyed quite enough--no more for you!"

I feel the tears gather in my eyes as this final humiliation sinks in: I wanted to stay with them! I wanted to be used more. I had enjoyed this, and they knew it, so now they were sending me on my way. Face burning from my shame, hot tears rolling down my cheeks, I dress.

One of them tosses me five dollars, saying, "Here, this way you can catch bus back home." Smiling into my cum-and-tear streaked face, he laughs. They push me out the door, and I hear it latch behind me.

Sobbing, I stumble away.