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A GIRLS’ BUSINESS
Hi, i feel like sharing this one with you. Some people might find this story too strong, disgusting or questionable, so please don't read it if you dislike harsh, revolting stuff. Please note that I've changed all names to keep anonymity and please, please feel free to correct my English, since it isn't my mother language. Thank you very much!
I must admit I had been meddling with one of Olivia Taylor’s boyfriends. It was just a bit of silly flirting, because he was so hot and I have always been such a stupid bitch. Yes, everybody knew you had to be a genuine, prime, utterly brainless bitch to toy with Olivia Taylor and her pals. And I did. So I can’t really whine much about it.
They got me alone in the showers, six of them, all quite older and bigger than me. There was Olivia Taylor herself, a tall bimbo in tight jeans and cowboy boots, with her loyal squire Emma Smith, a bullyish skank in leggings and platforms. They came with Madison Brown, a fat redhead freckled to her nails who had been raised in a farm and was strong as a farmer, and Bitsy Miller, who stayed at the door to avoid anyone coming in.
Two other girls I didn’t know were with them. One was a harrowing pale brunette wearing a black jumpsuit, black stockings and black military boots, carrying a huge red bag. The other one happened to be a massive black older girl in dreads, a pink T-shirt over her maybe 50G boobs, denim skirt and white sneakers. She could be over 25 and six feet tall, not fat but sturdy as a weightlifter. Her brawny arms were thicker than my thighs, her muscular thighs were thicker than my waist, her boobs were bigger than my buttocks and her rough worker hands were larger than my feet, all of it tightly fitted into her thick chocolate skin. This surprised me, since Olivia Taylor and her pals were such a bunch of snobby racists. No doubt they were hating me more than her. By the way, I was a raven-haired spec. A tiny one, way under 5’ and fighting to hit 80 lbs.
I saw them while taking my shower, naked from head to soles as you might expect. Just glancing at their faces was enough to grasp they meant business. There was nowhere to flee and all my clothes and things were in the abutting locker room as statutory. Panicking, I attempted to reach for my towel at least, but skanky bully Emma Smith ran faster in her platforms and seized it with a swift swipe of her hand.
So there I was, a tiny soaked nude sand-skinned spec trembling in fright among white-like-milk tall bimbo Olivia Taylor, skanky bully Emma Smith, freckled redhead farmer Madison Brown, the harrowing brunette in black with her large red bag and a massive black girl, all of them staring at me like a heinous worm ready for the hook. And frightened like hell I was! There were wild rumours about the way Olivia Taylor and her pals handled any worm dumb enough to mess with them. I had heard of a girl who landed in hospital with a disfigured face and lots of broken bones, too scared to testify against them. A grinning Bitsy Miller taped everything on her cell phone while guarding the door.
The offended party Olivia Taylor opened the trial, sentence and execution in a terse voice:
“So you craving for a cock, aren’t you, cunthead?”
I didn’t dare to answer or even move. I just stood crouching with a huge, green, frozen claw squeezing my guts, dizzy, staring at the tiled floor under my clenched white feet, just like my fists. Fat redhead farmer Madison Brown sneered:
“No wonder. Who is gonna want to touch this ugly greaseball? Are those tits or shit bags, spec?”
All of them laughed like that was the funniest joke they heard in their lifes. Me, I was just trying not to faint while wanting to pass out. Skanky bully Emma Smith followed suit:
“Look at those saddle bags. And those bandy legs. So gross!”
While they laughed again, I started crying as low as possible. Fat redhead farmer Madison Brown went on:
“What do you tell about that sickening fat excuse for an arse? And that monkey face? That’s why all guys say that not even a drunk old fart would fuck her!”
I cried louder. They laughed louder. The offended party Olivia Taylor spoke again:
“Don’t worry, cunthead. We have a present for you. Bring it on, Tammy.”
The harrowing brunette in black opened her big red bag to produce a dildo. Well, more than a dildo. It was one of those monster things with a suction cup on the base. Old, I think, twenty inches of faded-green rigid rubber, over two inches thick. Maybe it wasn’t even a dildo, but some kind of industrial part or whatever. I started to beg in tears:
“No, Olivia, please…”
Skanky bully Emma Smith slapped my head hard, shouting:
“Shut up, bitch!”
I sobbed, trying not to anger them any further. The harrowing brunette in black called Tammy stuck the monster dildo on the floor, just below one of the showers. Meanwhile, offended bimbo Olivia Taylor explained:
“You wanted a cock of mine, you’re gonna have a cock from me. Squat on that one, and fuck it up to your throat, bitch!”
“Please, Olivia”, I pleaded.
Tall bimbo Olivia Taylor answered by brutally kicking my shins with her cowgirl boots. So I squealed, jumped onto that rubber shell and squat on it as ordered, to no avail. It was so big that I was simply sitting on it, its tip stuck into the entry to my cum canal, which happened to be very narrow and dry in fear. You should know that back then I had barely been fucked twice or so. I whispered:
“I –I cant.”
“Wanna us to try?”
I gulped down and spread my tiny pink labia with my shaking hands, then tried hard to push my weight down on the rubber, feeling like shit. Maybe I was able to push another inch of it into me before it hurt too much. It was just too big for my size. The girls were running out of patience. So I closed my eyes, sucked my fingers and nervously scrubbed my clit in an anxious search for some self lube. The white girls scoffed at me:
“Look at this useless bitch. She doesn’t even know how to fuck a cock.”
“The cunt is lacking practice. She’s so disgusting that only her Dad fucked her.”
“Like daughter, like Dad. Both weirdos.”
That was a real low blow. I always was a Daddy’s girl, my Dad was killed in a car crash several years ago and for sure he didn’t ever raise a hand on me, not to say abuse me in any way. I missed him so much. And they were well aware, because my Mom was always telling my private stuff to all the gossip queens around, so the entire neighborhood knew. I felt very bad, tears running down my flushed cheeks while I keep wanking for lube to fuck their rubber dildo squatting spread-kneed in their full derisive view. So humiliating.
Anyhow I managed to squeeze some juice out of my pussy because, well, after all I’ve always been such a kind of filthy slut. It felt as if the huge icy claw of terror wringing my guts went warmer and kneading. My heart pounding out of my chest started throbbing down and up my spine to my dizzy airhead. Knitting my eyes shut and clenching my teeth and stroking my clit with one hand while opening my pink pussy with the other, and twisting and pumping and thrusting on the rubber dildo with rivers of tears running down my flushing-blushing face, I was agonizingly able to stick about three or four inches of it up my cum canal while moaning and gulping and sobbing and panting like a fish out of water. With grinning Bitsy Miller recording nonstop from the door on her phone, all the other white girls went on laughing:
“Ohhh, what’s up with you, beanbag? Dad had such a tiny weenie that he wasn’t even able to slam you smurf puta? Then, what kind of freak was fucking the whore of your Mom to make a late abortion like you?”
“Fuck that cock deeper, Latrina! You worthless fat gilt!”
“Look how the puta is enjoying it! I told you we were gonna do a favor for her!”
I wasn’t really enjoying it. At all. It felt more like being degradingly raped while realizing how much you deserved it. Then the rubber dildo stung my cervix and my entire pussy ached so much and my stuffed cum canal felt so painfully close to bursting apart that I cried:
“I can’t anymore. I can’t anymore. Please Olivia I can’t anymore please...”
“You can’t?”, tall bimbo Olivia Taylor smirked. “OK, then stop. But don’t dare to move or I’ll smash your face into a pulp.”
So I kept still, squatting wide spread with about four inches of the rubber dildo up my stretched pussy, one hand below my bum, the other hand over my clit, quietly sobbing in pain and shame. Then Olivia Taylor turned to the massive black girl, who had been witnessing all that in silence with an unemotional face, and barked to her:
“Do your job, nigger.”
The massive black girl didn’t look troubled by the slur, but said in a terse voice:
“Tell that cocksauce at the door to stop recording.”
Cocksauce Bitsy Miller didn’t need the order repeated. She just stopped recording and lowered her phone. Then the massive black girl came at me apathetically. I cringed in terror, expecting something really bad, but even then I didn’t move. I was more afraid of Olivia Taylor and her pals.
The massive black girl walked around me in her sneakers to face the wall behind my back. She pulled up her denim skirt, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then she threw her stocky legs apart and took a step backwards to place her basketball-sized buttocks just above my head. I couldn’t see much more, because I was too frightened to even raise my face, but I think she spread her buttocks with her large rough hands. I could smell her pussy.
Less than a minute later, I smelled something way stinkier and felt a warm lump plopping on my raven-black spec hair. Skanky bully Emma Smith, fat redhead Madison Brown and Bitsy Miller at the door turned their faces away, cringing in disgust. But tall Bimbo Olivia Taylor and the harrowing pale girl in black keep staring at me with excited, vicious eyes. I just blinked in shock. The massive black girl was taking a massive, stinky shit on my head. Then I realized it, retched violently and was about to jump out of the rubber dildo in total revulsion when Olivia Taylor pointed her finger at me once more to say in a very dangerous voice:
“Don’t–move.”
So I just bowed down a bit to puke my guts on the tiled floor. The massive black girl just repositioned her basketball buttocks above my head again and kept pooping on it. I kept barfing again and again and her shit running down my hair and face together with my tears and my puke splashed once and again between my shaking squatting spread legs, splattering my naked body from crown to toes. With such a harsh retching, the rubber dildo up my cum canal repeatedly hammered my cervix causing me great pain. Meanwhile, Olivia Taylor giggled:
“You know? This nigger makes a living out of that. Actually, you owe me one hundred to pay her. You should be thankful, her shit is way worthier than you. Say thanks, cunthead! Say thanks!!”
“Gthangks!”, I puked.
“Didn’t hear you, bitch!”
“Ggthanks!! Thank gyou –very much Oliviaaaaaaaaabrrfff!!”
When the massive black girl was done, she peed on my head too. It was a long, powerful stream of piss that washed a part of her poo down my hair, back, chest and belly, which didn’t clean me, but left my sand-skinnied body covered in repulsive, stinky, brown rivulets of piss and shit mud. Then she wiped her pussy and butt with my hair before walking away towards the toilet at the end of the showers, possibly to clean herself. I stayed retching and crying and throwing up my soul. My pussy had dried up again and the rubber dildo inside was grazing my stretched cum hole from inside, burning like hell. Then Olivia Taylor said:
“Straighten up. Keep fucking that cock. And pull your ears apart.”
Dizzying and unable to think or resist anymore, I straightened up my shit-piss-and-puke-splattered torso and head as I could, then pulled my ears apart with my hands as ordered. Next, I went on squatting up and down the burning rubber dildo that now made me feel as if I was tearing the inside of my cum hole with a grater. So much it burnt! My squatted, stretched legs ached a lot too. Bitsy Miller was taping me again from the door. Then Olivia Taylor pulled her own phone from her jeans and spoke again:
“Pull your ears apart wider! Fuck that cock deeper! And sing!”
“S –sing?”
“Yes, sing!”
“I –I don’t now what to sing,” I wept in misery.
“Jingle Bells. But say ‘fuck’ instead of ‘jingle’ and ‘cock’ instead of ‘sleigh’”
“No, please, Olivia…”
“Start singing right now or I’m gonna break all your bones, and don’t stop fucking!”
So, painfully fucking the monster dildo as spread as I could and pulling my ears wide with my hands, I started crying covered in poo, pee and puke while Olivia Taylor and Bitsy Miller recorded it all on their cell phones:
“Da-da-dashing through the snow
I-in a one-horse open cock
O'er the fields weeee go
Laughing a-a-all the way…
Bells on bobtail ring'
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A cocking song tonight!
Fu-fu-fucking bells, fucking bells,
Fu-fucking all the way.
Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open cock…”
By then, all the white girls were barely able to hold their laughs. Even the apathetic massive black girl, who was coming back from the toilet by now, smiled. But they seemed to want a video where they weren’t seen or heard. I kept fucking the rubber and panting in tears:
“Fucking bells, fucking bells,
Fucking all the way;
Oh! What fun it is to ride
I –in a o-o-one-horse open cooock…”
Then Olivia Taylor stopped recording and all the white girls burst in laughter while I went on squatting up and down the rubber and slowly weeping. Next, she said:
“Now, stand up and take a shower, you filthy beanbag. I want you clean like a new pin.”
I very carefully slipped out of the rubber dildo to stand up with aching, quavering legs and a burning sore pussy. This made me much dizzier. I was totally stunned, unable to think and feel anything but pain and sorrow. With shaky, weak hands I opened the faucet and slowly washed myself with warm water. Fat redhead Madison Brown brought me my bottle of gel. I clumsily soaped my hair and body, then rinsed, feeling groggier and groggier and chillier and chillier. Bitsy Miller kept taping me from the door.
“This spec is gonna faint”, the massive black girl noticed, in a maybe worried voice.
As soon as she said it, my wobbly legs failed. I languidly fainted into the tiled wall, then gently slipped down to the tiled floor, curled up into a naked ball. While I wasn’t totally knocked up, I was very close to. My only sharp sensation came from my burning-like-hell cum canal. I retched again, very softly this time, and just puked some watery bile that the shower quickly washed away. A remote Olivia Taylor said:
“Come help me.”
And they came. I cowered even more, but this time I somehow tried to put up some resistance, to no avail. They were many, and older, and bigger, and stronger, and I was so sick and so about to pass out.
Fat redhead Madison Brown grabbed my left forearm. Skanky bully Emma Smith, my right ankle. The harrowing pale girl in black seized my right wrist. The massive black girl grasped my left calf. Skanky bully Emma Smith and the massive black girl raised my legs high in the air while fat redhead Madison Brown and the harrowing pale girl in black held my arms onto the tiled floor. So I was now upside down, face up under the shower. The water entered my nose and mouth and eyes. I felt like choking and weakly twisted and kicked, in vain.
But now my blood was rushing down into my head. I started to come around, fast, and the pain and the terror and the misery came back too. Tall bimbo Olivia Taylor speedied things up by switching the water to full cold. In a couple of minutes I was fully revived, writhing and choking and crying loud again. Then Olivia Taylor said:
“Put her on that bench.”
The four girls holding my limbs took me to the bench in the middle of the showers. While skanky bully Emma Smith and the massive black girl kept holding my legs up in the air, fat redhead Madison Brown and the harrowing pale girl in black laid my shoulder blades on its plastic seat. Next, the harrowing pale girl in black pinned down my wrists above my head. Then, fat redhead Madison Brown sat on my arms, trapping them between her flabby but heavy buttocks and the bench, with my disheveled head stuck among her plump thighs and her crotch. Bitsy Miller kept recording from the door.
The harrowing pale girl in black recovered the faint green rubber dildo and gave it to her. Madison Brown touched my lips with its tip. I squeezed them shut. Madison Brown slapped my face hard, one, two, three, four, five times. I opened my mouth, crying with a bleeding nose. She rammed the rubber dildo down my throat, so much that I retched again and choked. While I had nothing else to puke, I couldn’t breathe and started writhing hysterically as much as I could with my immobilized limbs. The massive black girl holding my left leg high in the air grumbled:
“Wanna kill her or what?”
Fat redhead Madison Brown looked into my popping out eyes, then pulled the dildo one inch out of my throat. I was still gagging but able to breathe, so I gasped frenziedly. Meanwhile, Olivia Taylor made a sign to the girls holding my ankles. They pulled my calves wide apart, extending and stretching my legs so much that they stung. So I was now fully spread and unable to move at all, with my pink open pussy pointing straight up to the whitewashed ceiling and my buttocks exposed high.
Tall bimbo Olivia Taylor scathingly smiled. Then she unbuckled her belt with a metallic click. It was a very heavy pink leather belt with three rows of studs along its length. The buckle was a large heart of thick steel. On the opposite end, it sported a pointy steel tip. It was rumored that she used her belt in street fighting with great success. I started sweating and panting in panic through the rubber dildo stuck into my throat. While slowly pulling it out of her tight jeans’ loops, Olivia Taylor said in a deadly reasonable voice:
“Well, you’ve had enough fun for today. Now, it’s time to learn a lesson.”
I shook my nosebleeding, slapped head as much as I could among fat redhead Madison Brown’s thighs, crotch and the rubber dildo with which she was gagging me. While Olivia Taylor calmly wrapped her pink stud-lined belt around her right hand, the thick steel buckle and tip hanging below with a tinkling noise, she carried on:
“Let’s see, cunthead: Who is the bitch that is never, ever going to mess with my cocks again?”
“Gi! Gi!”, I gagged, meaning “Me! Me!”
Then Olivia Taylor slowly walked to the opposite end of the bench with her cowgirl boots, her heavy pink belt lively jingling down her hand. She stood there, facing at my naked butt. Now I could just see her blonde head poking above my spread, high-rising pussy and buttocks. She looked straight into my tearful eyes, frowned and barked:
“Punishment time, cunthead!”
Then she swiftly raised her belt over her blonde hair with both hands, like a lumberjack ready to chop a piece of wood on a stump in half. The steel heart and tip shone. I cringed, but the girls gripping my ankles pulled even harder and fat redhead Madison Brown thrust the rubber dildo down back into my throat, choking me again. A split second later, tall blonde bimbo Olivia Taylor axed my pussy with her pink belt, full strength. As the heavy steel heart and tip rammed deep into my flimsy pinky flesh, a loud bang echoed around the showers and down my spine to my airhead:
WHAP!!!
My whole pussy suddenly burst in scorching flames, or so it felt like. Every possible thought and feeling were ejected out of my brains by a battering ram of sheer, unbearable pain. Since I couldn’t breathe, I arched my entire body while mutedly choking hard on the rubber cock:
“Ggggggggggggggg…!”
Olivia Taylor harshly pulled her belt to strip the steel buckle and tip off my pussy. And they went, tearing strips of skin away with them. It felt like being burningly grazed with a grater and sounded like:
Shripppp!
Unable to think of feel anything but horrible agony, I wriggled and jolted and kept choking:
“…ggggggggggggggggggggggggg…!!”
Meanwhile, a gush of carmine, warm blood burst out of my burning pussy and down my belly, back and cum hole in fast streams. Then, fat redhead Madison Brown pulled the dildo that one inch out of my throat, allowing me to breathe once more. By instinct I inhaled frenziedly, ready to scream my lungs out:
“…IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHH…”
But in that very instant Olivia Taylor swung again her pink-and-steel belt high in the air with both hands and Madison Brown stuck the dildo back into my throat. One second later, Olivia Taylor struck my spread pussy anew, even stronger than before:
WHAPP!!!
A splash of blood drops rained everywhere, with me choking with my pussy on fire, or so it seemed to me:
“Ggggggggggggggggggggggg…!”
Shrippppp!
This time, when fat redhead Madison Brown let me breathe, I yelled:
“…ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHggggg…”
Then I had the rubber dildo back into my throat, and Olivia Taylor axed my spread burning bleeding wound for the third time:
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
By the sixth stroke, my formerly pink pussy was already shredded like a mop from clit to poop hole and bleeding rivers, with skanky bully Emma Smith and the massive black girl stretching my spastic legs even wider apart. The harrowing pale girl in black was now recording it all on her cell phone at close distance, with a gluttony face, while Bitsy Miller kept taping the whole scene from the door. Then blonde bimbo Olivia Taylor aimed at my left sandy fleshy labia and bottom buttock to fiercely axe them with her steel bloodstained heart and tip:
WHACK!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiippp!, she pulled, instant-depilating my right labia together with shreds of gory skin.
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGGGGG…”
Next she aimed at my right labia, groin and buttock to strike them ruthlessly:
WHACK!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, to the left.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, to the right.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, left.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, right.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, left.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, right.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, left.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, right.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, left.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGG…”
WHACK!!!, right.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Riiiiiipppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGG…”
That one was stroke eighteenth, and now my whole spread pussy, groin and lower buttocks were a burning mess of shredded skin, meat and massive bleeding. Far from chickening out, a sweaty tall bimbo Olivia Taylor screamed:
“You learning your lesson, beanbag? Never-ever-mess-with-me-again!”
To make sure I had that stuck into my filthy brains, she aimed back into my swollen inner pussy and viciously blew the raw bleeding flesh between my clit and my bum hole again:
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!, she pulled, now ripping shreds of swollen flesh away.
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
Then once more:
WHAPPP!!!, my blood and shreds of skin raining over my body.
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGGGGG…”
And even more:
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
WHAPPP!!!
“GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG…!”
Shrippppp!
“…GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGG…”
Sweating blonde bimbo Olivia Taylor was swinging her pink-and-steel blood-soaked belt over her head to blow my shredded pussy for the twenty-fifth time, when Bitsy Miller warned from the door in an alarmed voice:
“Someone’s coming!”
Skanky bully Emma Smith and the massive black girl released my stretched limbs right away to run towards the door, fast. It was so sudden that my quivery, blood-soaked back buttocks just collapsed upon the bench. Fat redhead Madison pulled the dildo out of my aching mouth, jumped off my arms and ran too. By then, the harrowing pale girl in black and Bitsy Miller had already vanished. The last one to leave was, of course, blonde bimbo Olivia Taylor with her pink-and-steel blood-dripping belt. But first, she pointed her threatening finger to me and warned:
“I’ll finish with you later. If you don’t want your singing vid on everyone’s computer out there, you’ll better keep your fucking facecunt shut.”
Then she ran away too. Gasping and sweating and weeping in excruciating pain, I carefully grabbed my raw-flayed burning, bleeding pussy with my hands and closed my aching legs. Then I slowly curled up on the bench, writhing in agony, biting my lips not to cry my lungs out because a male voice was shouting from outside the changing room:
“Who’s there? What’s happening there, huh!”
I didn’t want anyone to see me in such a predicament. Above all, I didn’t want a man to see me in such a degrading predicament. His voice was known to me, he was the doorman, a scrawny old fart. Go imagine. For his part, he didn’t feel too comfortable entering the girls’ changing room and showers. So I swallowed up and screamed trying not to sound like crying:
“Nothing! Girls’ business!”
“Girls’ business?! Sounded like a fight!”
“No, no!”, I answered while grabbing my burning bleeding pussy and butt, which were now swelling and throbbing like bloating bags of boiling water. “No fight at all!”
“Well, you better get outta’ there fast! We’re about to close!”
“Yes Sir! Don’t worry Sir!”
Getting dressed back in my tracksuit, then walking home, bowlegged like a cowgirl, was real agony. Every step felt like a fresh scrape with a grater in my every time more swollen, more throbbing bottom parts. I didn’t stop bleeding and I didn’t have any pad, just a couple emergency tampons, which of course I didn’t even try to use because the slightest touch in my pussy hurt like a bitch, not to mention attempting to stuff something up my sore cum canal. I couldn’t even bear my panties, so I was forced to go commando. I just tied my anorak around my waist, to prevent anyone from seeing my tracksuit trousers slowly getting blood stained, and left.
Fortunately it was already dark, a chilly winter evening, so there was hardly anyone in the street to see my tears and my laughable walking. I suppose I stopped bleeding somewhere halfway home. When I arrived I quickly said hi from the hall to my Mom, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen while my little brother was busy playing with his console. So I was able to lock myself in the bathroom as swiftly as I wanted to.
I got undressed and into the bathtub once more, to frenziedly scrub myself from crown to toes with very hot water because I felt so dirty –except my bottom parts which I could barely touch. I would soon learn that’s what you feel when you’ve been raped, but back then I was just a silly brat and I still didn’t know it.
Next I lied on the bathtub and spread my legs to study the disaster with the help of a small mirror. Both my lower buttocks were swollen and shredded, bruised black, blue and carmine. My pussy was simply flayed from pubis to poop hole, looking like a massively bloated burst fig, black and brilliant red. I almost fainted again. So I took our home med kit and very carefully, very slowly started to heal it all as I could, crying in utter misery, humiliation and pain.
Of course, I didn’t tell anyone, ever, until today. Would you have or what?
Please remind that I've changed all names to keep anonymity and please, please feel free to correct my English, it isn’t my mother language.
“Need one hundred to pay that bitch?”
“Yup.”
“OK. Come visit me on Friday afternoon at…”
Scream
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