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Chapter 23 – Making It real
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
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I was on the verge of realizing one of my long held fantasies. How may times had I masturbated as I thought about what I hoped would happen tonight. The opportunity for me to orchestrate my own vicious gang rape had presented itself and I embraced it.
I'd spent the afternoon in the spa of the resort. I'd opted for the works. Facial, manicure, pedicure, and an hour spent in a warm mud bath were just starters. I'd had a Brazilian bikini wax that had removed every hair from my sex and asshole. A full body massage had left me relaxed to the point of human window putty. I finished up in the salon for a dye, cut and style job that left me with just the right hair do. It was a fun way to spend over $800.
I checked my self in the mirror for the tenth time. I was aiming for the all American girl look. The pale blue full skirt was just the right length for the resort, shorter and it would have been considered trashy, longer and it would cover too much. It was reasonably tight over my hips and butt with a flare at the bottom that would easily swing when I walked. Predators are attracted to movement. The hem was a respectable four inches above my knee but the last four inches were sheer. The skirt screamed teaser.
I'd chosen a matching floral print silk blouse that had the most darling yellow flowers. The resort shop sold my favorite brand of undies. The matching bra and panty were sheer. Take the blouse off and the bra cups were sheer enough to display my nipples. The front of the thong panty was also sheer. Lift the skirt and there was Rozz's pussy hiding behind almost nothing at all.
Shoes were important when it comes to attracting the male. Mine were a strap scandal with a four-inch heel. High enough to give my butt the right amount of elevation to bring the male's cerebral cortex to thoughts of anal intercourse but low enough that I could move gracefully around the room serving drinks. I'd be swinging my hips and making my skirt swish.
I was trying not to think about what I hoped would happen tonight. It might not come off as I planned. Besides too much anticipation and my over eager pussy would ruin the gusset of my panty.
What was my fantasy? In a word, rape, sadistic, male, gang rape by ten men who would take me brutally showing me no mercy. They would be cruel. They would take pleasure in hurting me.
That was why I had worked so hard to look wholesome and stylish. If I were looking for an ordinary gangbang, I'd simply dress like a whore. A tight spandex dress that barely covered my butt and no underwear would have done the trick. I could have invited the men into the bedroom and they would have been happy to go. But I was looking to bring out the beast in them and that required I give them something they could despoil like barbarians sacking an ancient city with intent to rape every virgin in it.
That required that over the course of the evening I slowly make them want me while I played the role of the cock teaser. I needed to bring them to the point that they were ready to explode and then push the plunger. I wanted to face ten angry men who had one thought on their mind.
I looked over the bar to make sure the booze was all set. I'd told Vivian of my plan and she had set up a complete service bar in my place. Her only request was that I give her a blow-by-blow account of what transpired. My plan depended on alcohol. There was a large tub of ice filled with a half dozen brands of beer. Sober they were nice guys but after a few drinks things would start to change. Jason had provided four boxes of cigars. My place would smell awful afterwards but that was a small price to pay. What made the average man more amenable to the idea of rape than an expensive Cuban cigar after a four or five stiff drinks?
"Showtime," I whispered to myself when I heard the doorbell ring.
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The poker party was scheduled for 8:00 but Jason arrived at 7:45. Since he was the host that was expected.
"You look terrific," said Jason taking me in his arms. I could tell from the look on his face that my afternoon makeover had worked. His hands traveled down to my hips and he pulled me against his crotch. The day before I'd let him eat me and fuck me but tonight I was playing hard to get.
"Don't muss the hair,' I said pushing back.
"Oh sure," he said looking disappointed. "Maybe after everybody leaves, we can get together for a night cap."
"We'll see," I responded keeping it non-committal. I was betting that Jason had told his golf buddies that I was a nymphomaniac and would fuck them all. I planned to raise their expectations then dash them leading to frustration, violence and rape.
They arrived in groups of twos and threes. It didn't take long to figure out who was the Alpha Plus male of the group. Mike Ebbers was mid thirties, tall, good looking, former All American at the University of Tennessee and now the CEO of a chain of fast food restaurants. Earl Cheatham I assigned as second to Mike. Earl was old Nashville money. His family had founded the largest bank in the state. Earl told me he was a real estate developer. All of the ten were wealthy Southern businessmen who were used to having their own way. All except Donnie Curtis were married. Donnie had recently gone through a messy divorce. According to Jason, he's caught his wife with her head between the thighs of their daughter's fifth grade teacher. The male ego finds it hard to accept the loss of a mate to another man. Being replaced by another woman is a much worse blow to the self-esteem of the Southern male. Jason said that Donnie had anger issues when it came to women. I intended to exploit that.
Jason introduced me to everyone. I could tell from the way they looked at me that Jason had told everyone that he had fucked me. Men can be so predictable. I made a point of remembering their names. Right off, I established myself physically. I gave each of the men a good hug and a little kiss when we were introduced. I wanted to communicate that Rozz was anything but hands off.
I made and delivered their drinks flirting with everyone as I passed between the tables and the bar.
"Rozz, this is a might fine drink," said Mike wrapping his arm around me when I delivered the whiskey sour he requested. Mike let his hand fall first to my waist then to the top of my butt where it rested.
"I worked my way through college tending bar," I replied pressing my butt against his hand.
"Bet you were the cutest little bartenderess," said Mike rubbing my ass.
"I got my share of tips," I said unleashing the first of many sexual oriented double entendres of the evening.
"I just bet you did," said Mike.
Mike was the kind of super egotistical male that normally I would have spread my legs for without thinking twice about it. Unlike most former athletes he had not run to fat. He looked firm and muscular. He reminded me of Trace. You know the type. I bet when he was in high school, he'd finger fuck his date then go to school the next day without washing his hands and let his buddies smell the girl's cunt off his index finger. I imagined he regularly degraded and humiliated his wife when he was bored. I could picture Mike riding in the golf cart bragging how the little woman just loved to suck his dick.
Earl was the kind that thought he was smarter than all the rest of us. He was the first to corner me in the kitchen when I was taking a tray of fresh munchies out of the refrigerator. He came up behind me and put his hand up my skirt resting it on my bare thigh. One of the difficult parts of the evening was keeping myself under control. Several times, I almost said too hell with my fantasy. I'm going to invite them into the bedroom and fuck their brains out. I had to keep reminding myself that I was attempting something special. I could find ten men to screw me anytime.
"Earl, now don't get me horny. I promised Jason that I would help out," I said after I turned around and embraced him.
"Let's go in the bedroom. They can get their own drinks," said Earl kissing my neck and running his hands over my bare ass.
"You're not wearing any panties," said Earl surprised when he felt my bare buttocks.
"It's a thong," I countered.
"Show me,' said Earl.
I pushed him back and raised the front of my skirt so he could see. I could tell from the look in his eyes he was damn close to throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off. I dropped the skirt and picked up the tray.
"When do I get to see more?" said Earl.
"Maybe later, let me get this food in there before anyone starves," I said carrying the tray past him.
I kept the food and booze flowing. That part was close to work. I flirted shamelessly as I passed from table to table. Some women don't like to flirt but I am not one of them. After two hours, I'd sat in every lap, hugged every head to my bosom and let their hands wander where they may.
With each drink they were becoming more aggressive. Hands that used to rest on the back of my thigh were cupping my buttocks. I had to constantly remind myself of my goal.
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It was a little after 10:00 when they began to metamorphasize from man to beast. When there were no cocktails to deliver, I'd taken to sitting on a nearby high bar stool. My legs were crossed and I was showing a generous portion of thigh. It was a hard drinking bunch. Most were on their fourth or fifth drink. No one had to drive home just stumble through the resort grounds back to their place and fall in bed with the wife. I fantasized their conversation.
"Ooh, you smell like cigar. How was it?" the wife would mumble.
"I won $700 and we raped the shit out of the woman who was there."
"There was a woman there," said the wife coming a little more awake. "You didn't tell me there was going to be any women there."
"Yeah, must of slipped my mind, Rozz something, she's a recent widow. Her husband was killed in the war."
"Who invited her?"
"She's a friend of Jason Masterson's. The poker party was at her villa. Jason said she was practically a nymphomaniac. He's been screwing her."
"Does Marilyn know about this?"
"Just between the two of us, Rozz is bi and so are the Masterson women. All three of them have had sex with her. Jason got blown totally away and told everyone how he had watched her seduce his entire family even the nanny. She's a fucking nympho all right."
"You are shitting me, even little Judith?"
"Yes, even little Judith."
"I'd like to meet this Rozz something."
"Why, you want to do some rug munching?"
"Well, you fucked her. Why can't I?"
"Oh did we fuck her. Rozz turned out to be a cock teaser. All show and no play but we fixed her ass."
"How?"
"Couple of the guys beat the shit out of her then we stripped her naked and gang fucked her."
"How many of you?"
"Let's see, ten, there were ten of us."
"And you all raped her?"
"Yeah, we spread her out on the card table and each took a turn then we hauled her sobbing ass into the bedroom and raped her other holes."
"Anally?"
"And orally, everybody skull fucked her."
"Skull fucked, what a horrible expression, what does it mean?"
"Hold the slut by the ears and ram your cock down her throat till you blow your wad."
"Didn't she choke?"
"I'll say. It was hot as hell. Rozz is crying and begging us to stop. She almost turned blue a couple of times. She drooled all over her tits."
"So she was double penetrated?"
"Triple, we like to share. Mike and Earl turned her butt to the ceiling and put both their dicks in her asshole."
"At the same time?"
"Yeah, her butthole was wide open. You could spit in it."
"Which you no doubt did."
"I hawked a lunger down her chute. What the hell are you doing?"
"Jerking off, you got me horny."
"You want to have some of the guys over for cards when we get back home. We could send the kids to your mothers."
"You'd let other men screw your wife while you watched."
"Sure, why not."
"Let me think about it."
At least that was the way I envisioned the conversation. It probably didn't happen quite that way.
I was replenishing Mike and Earl's drinks when the tide turned. I was reaching over to hand Mike his drink when Earl put his hand up my skirt and grabbed my naked ass. I was so excited I almost wet myself.
"Why don't you loose the skirt and blouse and dance for us?" said Earl.
"No way, are you crazy?" I exclaimed.
"Look Rozz, Jason told us all about you. We just want some of what you've already given Jason."
"Yeah, you've lost your husband so you must be horny as a bitch in heat," said Mike reaching over to lift the front of my skirt.
"Rozz, you can't expect us to leave here without sampling what you been shining all night. You know you want it or you wouldn't have agreed to be here," said Donnie.
"No, its nothing like that. I was just helping Jason. His family has been so nice to me."
"I fucked her right out beside the pool yesterday. She couldn't wait to get my cock in her," said Jason.
"Enough of this bullshit, you going to get naked or not?" said Mike.
"I'm not, you guys please leave," I said.
"Not till after we've got some of what Jason got," said Mike standing up grabbing my arm.
"No," I cried jerking my arm away and trying to slap him. Mike grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. I cried out in pain as he almost crushed it.
I was off to the races.
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"Ooof," escaped from my lungs when Mike's fist landed in my mid section. He knocked the breath out of me and I started to crumple to the floor. But before I could drop to the carpet, he grabbed me by my hair jerked me upright and smacked his big fist into my left tit. I would have screamed in pain but I didn't have any air in my lungs to make a sound other than a chortle.
"Did you see Mike bust that tit?" cried somebody.
"Bet that hurt," said another.
I'd figured they'd start with a beating. To Southern and Hispanic males, beating a woman is a very close second to fucking her.
"Cock teaser, that's how we treat cock teasers in Gaston, Alabama," spat Mike letting go of my hair that he was using to hold me upright. I very much wanted to be down on the floor writhing in pain.
Once the Alpha Plus male had landed a blow, the Alpha Minuses got their licks in. Donnie did the hair handle thing once more and slapped me hard across the face then balled his fist and punched my right tit. Jason, my co-host not to be outdone took over from Donnie. He slapped me in the face shoving my nose to one side. Blood came rushing out my nostrils. Then he kicked me right in my cunt. Inside of thirty seconds, the three had beaten me bloody. My hands were clutching my crotch. His toe had landed right on my clit. I was in a crouch paralyzed in pain.
"Good shot to the cunt," said Earl high fiving Jason. Then he grabbed the waistband of my skirt, undid the hook and zipper allowing it to fall to the floor.
"Let's see what you been parading around her all tonight," said Mike placing his hands on the collar of my blouse and ripping it open.
I felt the buttons popping off and heard them landing on the card table. Earl pulled the blouse off my shoulders then unhooked my bra and it fell off. Mike grabbed my arms and pulled them over my head as he spun me around so everyone could see my boobs.
"Look here everybody, see what fine titties Rozz has," said Mike.
"Please don't rape me," I pleaded. There were real tears in my eyes. My head was still woozy from their slaps but everyone seemed to be going well. There was a trickle of blood coming out one of my nostrils and I could taste blood in my mouth. My tits and cunt were on fire. I reminded myself that every good gang rape begins with a beating and they had kicked the shit out of me.
"This cunt has been putting out for any man or woman who looked in her direction," said Jason.
"No, please don't, I'm a recent widow," I whined as Earl grabbed the waistband of my thong and pulled it down.
"Like we give a shit," said Mike. "Put her on the table. I'm going first."
"No, for the love of Jesus, don't," I cried as they lifted my up on the card table and slammed me down. Someone stuffed my thong in my mouth as a gag.
I kept pleading and begging them not to rape me. The role-play was going great as far as I was concerned. I had been beaten bloody, stripped naked, and my first rapist was parting my labia with the head of his cock.
I lay there sobbing my heart out as Mike shoved his cock in my vagina. I felt a real sense of accomplishment when I looked around and saw the crazed look in the eyes of the other nine.
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The first pass was a quick pounding by ten hard dicks. There was nothing kinky about it. I continued to sob and plead as one by one, they climbed on me, put it in and pumped until they dumped. It was delicious to be used that way. Sex with the wife probably started with mutual oral where the husband got the wife off using his mouth while he fingered her butthole. As soon as the wife hit the big O, the husband got a half and half. After the wife sucked his dick, he penetrated her and flailed away until he ejaculated. I presented them with an opportunity to forget all that foreplay bullshit. The fact that I was crying and begging them to stop made it all the more exciting. Let's face it. Given a choice between consensual sex and rape, most men would choose rape.
"No more," I pleaded as the last man rolled me. He was a fat little bald man guy named Bill who owned several automobile dealerships in Birmingham, Alabama.
"Rozz, we're just getting started," said Mike.
"Oh please no," I whined. God I was glad to hear that.
"Let's take her in the bedroom," said Earl.
Hands lifted me off the card table. I was carried to the master bedroom and dumped on the bed.
"It's dick sucking time, Rozz," said Mike putting his cock against my lips.
"No, I won't," I whined.
An open palmed slap that left my ears ringing convinced me otherwise.
"You like it up the ass, don't you Rozz," said Jason who was working some spit covered fingers in my rectum.
I'd willingly let him butt fuck me yesterday. But that was then and this was now. I grunted in pain when his cock pushed past my sphincter.
For the next ninety minutes, they worked all three of my holes. Failure to cooperate was rewarded with a slap or two. They got a kick out of making me gag on their cocks when they pushed them into the opening of my throat. A couple of times, they kept my air passage blocked so long I almost passed out.
Matters became seriously painful when Mike and Earl held me in a shoulder stand while they both got their cocks in my asshole. Now that is a painful way to be fucked. You feel like your anal ring is going to rip and your rectum burst from the pressure.
Luckily, they maintained the degradation.
"Rozz, your shithole is wide open," said Earl when they temporarily withdrew. "You are the filthiest slut I ever did meet."
"Yeah, you can see right up your butt," added Mike.
After the double fucked me to the point that my body was consumed by pain, they all spit in my open butthole like it was some ritual of Southern white male gang rape. I wondered if the pre civil war planters spit in the open assholes of slave girls. I wish I had studied more history in school.
The ten had dropped several loads in me before they exhausted their supply. For something of a finale, they carried me into the bathroom, deposited me in the tub and proceeded to piss on me. Some of them had consumed several bottles of beer and needed to relieve themselves.
"Open your mouth, slut," said Jason directing his flow on my face.
I opened wide accepting and swallowing several streams at once. Thoughtfully, someone had shut the drain and I found myself laying in two inches of warm male pee. It was over. They left me there enjoying the aroma, feel and taste of their urine.
I licked the yellow drops off my lips as I listened to the sounds of their bragging about what they'd done to me and how I had deserved it. As I heard their expressions of camaraderie, I realized I had fostered a moment of intense male bonding where the men had become members of a rape fellowship that they would fondly recall. If any of those men ran into each other decades in the future, the conversation would eventually get around to that night in Nevis when we fucked that slut's brains out and left her in a bathtub of piss. The fact that I had been instrumental in making that happen made me smile as I reached between my legs and fingered my clit. I scooted down in the tub and turned my head for another mouthful of piss.
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