I leaned forward over the bar and motioned for the bartender  as I saw

her ex approaching.  "Whisky, straight up," I said as he sat down

beside me, ordering a beer.

"So, is it done?"

I looked at him--he was a big guy, not as big as me, but maybe two

hundred and six feet tall.  I figured he was ex-military:  he carried

himself like one.  I handed him a manila envelope stuffed with what

he had paid for, what he was going to pay for.  I downed the shot as he

peered into the folder, flipping through the pictures, the pictures of his

ex wife being brutally raped by six guys.  I had made sure _my_ face

wasn't in the pictures.

He closed the folder and pulled out his own manila envelope and

handed it over to me.  I glanced in and saw the color of money, $5000,

the second half of the payment--the first half had gone mostly to the

five guys I had recruited.   I pocketed it and got up to leave as he

pulled out seven pages of typewritten, double-spaced paper; it was an

account of what we had done to his ex-wife, in detail.  The pictures

were merely a supplement.

As I walked out, feeling a hell of a lot richer, I thought back to how I

had first met the guy.  I had just gotten out of prison; my girlfriend

didn't like me beating on her.  Since I had been in and out of jail and

prison since as long as I can remember, they threw the damned book at

me.  I always think I should know better.  I mean, I came from a nice,

white, middle class family, made it through high school and two years

of college, but I always end up screwed, usually over some bitch. 

They're the bane of my existence, so I've tried to be the bane of theirs.

So, I get off the bus and hit the first bar I can get to and settle down to

nurse my drink, figuring to spend the day there before I try to hit up

some guys I knew for a place to crash.  I'm sitting there and I notice

this guy eyeballing me, and I'm thinking maybe he's a faggot, and

maybe I should go over there and beat the crap out of him; some of

these faggots think just because you've been in prison you swing that

way.

This guy sits down right next to me and I'm thinking that I'm not

going to like anything he has to say, except the first words out of his

mouth are, "You want to make ten grand?"  I'm listening, all right,

I'm listening.  Ten grand to me is like manna from heaven. 

I glanced at him, and staring into my drink said, "Who wouldn't?"

He slid a picture over to me and I'm looking at a woman, in her late

twenties or early thirties, smiling back at me.  I hadn't had a woman

in years, but this bitch would have looked good regardless.  She stood

5'3" and she had short brown hair down to her shoulders which curled

a bit at the ends and framed a pretty, youngish face, with pale pink lips

and big brown eyes, great big brown eyes.  She was wearing a T-shirt

tucked into a pair of blue jeans, revealing smallish breasts pushing

against the fabric and a tiny  waist and flat stomach leading to narrow

hips.  Her thighs were surprisingly muscular, straining against the

fabric of the jeans, pulling it tight against her flesh--she had been a

gymnast, I learned later--and I just knew her ass was a tight little ball

of muscle.  My first thought as I looked at this bitch was what it would

be like to be between those legs with her beneath me, squirming and

thrashing as I fucked her brains out.

"My ex," he said by way of explanation.  "She walks through D---

Park every evening after work with her dog, a Chihuahua she calls T-

Cup."

"So?"  I didn't see what he was getting at.

"I've got five grand for you now and five grand for you after it's

done."

Great, I'm thinking, he wants a hit.  I wondered how much he knew

about me.  If he knew me he knew I didn't do hits, even for ten grand. 

Hell, for ten grand he could get a whole slew of people dead, but not

by me.  "After what's done?"  Dipshit, I wanted to add, but with ten

grand in the equation I figured I might as well wait to see what he had

to say.

He lowered his voice and moved closer to me.  "I want," he paused,. "I

want you to get some men together."  He paused again.  "I want you to

arrange a gang rape.  I want her raped in the ass and the cunt and the

throat.  I want pictures and a written, typed description of everything

you do to her."  He blurted it out softly, staring into space.

I looked at him staring at his hands.  I looked at the picture of his ex. 

Hell, I thought, I would have done her for free.  I looked back at him

and smiled as he looked at me.  "I'll need details, and the five grand

advance."

He gave me everything I needed.  Every evening about six his ex was

to be found in D--- Park walking her dog, T-Cup.  The park was small,

only about four city blocks, but was pretty secluded, with trees and

bushes obscuring much of the interior of the park from the outside. 

There were restrooms right in the middle of the park, which is where

he suggested we take her after we had made the grab--I agreed.   He

wanted six guys there, and I figured that wouldn't be hard, especially

with a payout of $500 apiece, but with six guys we'd need to be inside,

and a public restroom was perfect.  He didn't want her hurt too badly,

he said, just fucked hard and long.  He even gave me a Polaroid

camera with two rolls of film, and a date a week from that day to do it. 

A week was longer than I needed, but he was paying.

That week I hit up some of the guys I knew who had no love for the

opposite sex, and who could be trusted to keep their mouth shut. 

There was Tommy, a kid at twenty four, only five ten and one eighty,

but a viscous bastard; Tyrone, a skinny black guy in his thirties I knew

from prison; Jones, another black guy, but big at six five and around

three hundred pounds; Gregory, a seedy little guy at five six and barely

one thirty, but quick and smart; and finally Manolo, a Mexican I had

also met in the joint, about forty and my size.  Every single one of us

was anticipating using this snatch her ex had thrown our way.  Hell,

for $500, half the guys would have offed their own mothers--raping

some cunt was nothing.  I only hoped that I could keep them under

control.

The day came and we showed up an hour early so I could put

everybody into  position.  I had scouted the place out earlier and knew

that it was almost always deserted about the time the bitch would be

through--just more luck for us.  I put Jones, Tyrone, and Manolo near

the entrance where they could follow her when she came in.  I was

planning on them looking frightening enough that she'd walk or run

right into my arms.  I had Gregory standing by with some duct tape so

we could make sure she wouldn't scream, and Tommy was both for

backup in case she got away from me and had a sack in which to put

the dog.

At six o'clock exactly she came into the park, and I could hear Tyrone

and the guys hooting after her, telling her how good she looked, and

what a great ass she had, and making various lewd suggestions.  She

had to be getting nervous now, what with those three following her

into this deserted, dark park, with only a little rat-dog to protect her.  I

smiled when I heard they guys call out "why you running, where you

think you're going baby?" and I heard the sound of running feet

coming down the path.  I stepped out from around the corner and she

ran right into my arms, panicking momentarily as I wrapped my hands

around her.  Her dog was barking up a storm next to me and was

darting at my feet.

I held her struggling form, my cock getting hard just being this close

to such a hot piece of ass, as Tommy and Gregory ran out from the

bushes, Tommy dropping the sack over the dog and cinching it shut

within seconds, while Gregory grabbed the bitch's hair in one hand

and yanked her head back, making her gasp and cry out from the pain. 

I looked down into those big brown eyes, filled with panic, and

grinned at her as she started to scream, stopped by Gregory as he

slapped the duct tape over her mouth, crisscrossing piece after piece

over her lips.

I was still holding her arms against her sides as she tried to kick at me,

but then Gregory grabbed her by the forearms and dragged her arms

behind her back, where he wrapped still more duct tape around her

wrists and forearms.  When he was finished Gregory stepped back and

I held her an arm length's away from me by her hair, looking at her in

the flesh for the first time.  She was wearing almost exactly the same

thing she had worn in the picture I had seen, but the tape covering her

mouth was a sweet addition.  "You look good, baby," I said as she

tried to kick me, unable to balance because of the way I was lifting her

by her hair.

"Here you go," I said, pushing her toward Jones, who hefted her

kicking, struggling body over his shoulder, "let's get the party

started."

I heard her muffled cries and whimpering through the tape gag as

Jones felt her ass--as tight and hard as I knew it would be--and thighs,

squeezing them through her jeans with his big, strong hands.  We

were all silent as we entered the restroom, the women's side (I figured

it would be cleaner), and Jones set her down in the middle of the tiled

floor, the rest of us surrounding her.  She stood there uncertainly, like

a trapped animal, her gaze darting from one of us to another, her feet

taking small mincing steps this way and that, as if looking for escape. 

She shook her shoulders, struggling with the tape binding her arms

behind her back, and muffled grunts and pleas and words came from

behind her tape gag, the dim overhead bulb throwing shadows across

her pretty face and solid, sexy body.

It was my party, and I started it by stepping up behind her and

grabbing her by the upper arm and the hair, yanking back her head

and pulling her writing body against mine, her hard, round ass

digging into my crotch as I pulled her hard back against my chest

before leaning down and licking the soft, white flesh of her neck,

feeling her shudder as I ran my tongue over her skin, feeling the hard

beating of her heart through her artery.  I shuddered in pleasure and

looked up at Manolo.  "Strip the bitch."

Manolo smiled at me and pulled out a switchblade, stepping forward

and grabbing the bitch's T-shirt by the collar.  She tried to kick out at

him, her eyes wide with terror at the sight of the knife, but she had no

leverage.  The rest of the guys were grinning silently as Manolo

brought the knife close to her neck, panicked grunts coming from

behind her gag and her shuffling feet and the yapping of the

Chihuahua in the bag the only sounds in the night, sounds joined by

the tearing of cloth as Manolo sawed his blade through the cotton of

her T-shirt, splitting it open, revealing her strong, flat stomach and

tiny waist, and her bra, plain, without frills.  He pushed open the shirt

and I felt her shudder as he ran his hands over her taunt flesh, running

them across her heaving belly and up her sides.

He grunted and sawed the T-shirt completely from her body, taking a

minute to tear it away from her shoulders before standing back so we

could all view what we had to play with.  Tears had started to flow

down her face as she twisted in my grip, making her more beautiful,

her white skin pale against my tanned hands, the dim light adding a

hint of mystery to her body.  Her tits were bigger than I had thought,

maybe B cup size, and I wasted no time in unhooking her bra, Manolo

finishing it by slicing through the shoulder straps, her breasts

springing out, two hemispherical mounds, firm on her heaving chest,

with large dark brown nipples topping them.  I reached around her

and squeezed one cruelly with my hand, feeling the firm flesh mold

itself in my palm as she began fighting hard against my grip, her lithe

body struggling to get free.

"The pants," I said, this time nodding toward Tyrone, who came

forward and looked right into her face as he unbuttoned her jeans, his

hands pressing against her lower abdomen as he did so.

"We're going to fuck you, bitch," he said right to her face.  "We're all

going to take turns on this hot body of yours.  We're going to shove

our cocks into every one of your holes, whore.  We're going to make

you hurt."  He grinned at her.  Tyrone was a sadistic bastard, and I

could smell the fear rise from her body as she looked at him.  I was

still holding her from behind, so shifted my grip from her upper arm

to her hip, sliding my hand beneath her panties so I could feel her hot,

sweaty flesh, the sweat of fear, even as I yanked back again on her hair

to calm her struggles, earning me another grunt of pain from behind

her gag.  I pulled her toward me, grinding her ass up against my cock,

the sensations driving me wild.

Tyrone stepped back and began peeling off her jeans, forcing me to

hold her by her shoulders as he lifted her feet from the ground with his

violent tugging.  She was practically sitting in the air as he yanked the

jeans off, her shoes popping off with them, leaving her with only her

socks and her panties to preserve her modesty.  All the guys were

leering now; her legs were gorgeous--strong, muscular, shapely, two

long expanses of smooth, white skin.  I motioned Tommy over with

my head and he dropped the sack in which the damned dog  was still

yapping away and immediately grabbed the cunt's panties, pulling

them off with a haste we were all beginning to feel.  He finished by

yanking off her socks, holding her legs as she tried futily to kick him.

She was nude now, her whole body shaking with fear and humiliation

as we gawked at her helpless body, her thighs pressing themselves

together as she tried to hide her sparse brown bush from our eyes.  As

if of one mind the guys moved in, and we forced her struggling body to

the hard tile floor.  Her eyes were big with fear and panic as Tommy

and Gregory grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart while Manolo

and Tyrone each held one of her shoulders down on the ground,

leaving her spread open to me on her back.  I stood up and stepped

between her legs, looking to the side a Jones who was standing next to

me--we had decided beforehand the order, with the only caveat that I

was to be first in her cunt and her ass.  She looked so hot on the

ground, her bound arms forcing her breasts and hips forward, as if she

were offering herself to me, her mouth covered with tape, emphasizing

the terror in her big brown eyes.  She grunted pleadingly as I dropped

my pants and lifted off my shirt, my cock, all seven inches of it,

springing out at full mast.  I smiled as I positioned my body atop hers,

the feel of her breasts against mine hot and exciting, her panicked

breathing making her body writhe on the floor in its captivity.  I

nestled my cock against her cunt and, grabbing her hair, turned her

head to one side, sticking my tongue into her ear as she began to sob

quietly.  "I'm going to fuck you now, bitch," I whispered, and jerked

my hips viciously forward.

The cunt was tight and dry, her body arcing against mine as she

screamed through the tape.  I gritted my teeth at the first pussy I had

had in years, her sheath scraping my cock as she thrashed helplessly

beneath me, her strong thighs flexing, trying to push me away as I

sunk fully into her, feeling my pelvis slam against hers.  I brought my

lips to her neck and began sucking, _feeling_ the sounds of pain and

humiliation she was making through her throat as I began fucking her,

the added friction of her dryness adding to my pleasure.

The heat from her body seemed to envelope me as I raped the bitch,

my cock pistoning in and out relentlessly, each inward stroke earning

me a cry of pain through the gag, her head thrashing in my grip as I

sucked on the soft flesh of her neck, her sobs driving me higher and

higher into pleasure.  It seemed to last forever, there in the dim light,

my cock sending thrumming pleasure through my body as it forced its

way in and out of her dry, aching cunt, each sound of pain and agony

and terror from her throat a prod to my lust, to my pleasure.  My

whole body felt like it was going to explode as I felt that sensation so

close to pain deep in my bowels, felt it build up stronger and stronger

as I kept pumping into her tight cunt, reaching under myself to grip

her tit harshly in my hand, squeezing it hard while biting down on her

neck, my come boiling out of me as she screamed in pain and defeat as

I pumped blast after blast of seed deep into her cunt.

I laid there for a moment before pulling out, and said, "Jesus, what a

fuck," while I pulled up my pants, loving the way her closed lids

glistened with tears, the way a dark hickey blotched her neck, the way

her cunt gaped at me, swollen and red and glistening from her rape. 

Jones was positioning himself now, his fat body hiding her completely

beneath him, only her strong legs sticking out from beneath him as he

drove his cock into her cunt.  I heard her scream and saw her thighs

tense as he raped her, plunging into her as brutally as I had.  I grinned

an pulled out the camera, figuring this would be the type of shot her ex

would love.

For the next ten minutes the only sounds in the room was the slapping

of flesh against flesh mingled with the yapping cries of her dog and

the muffled shrieks of pain and despair and the quiet sobbing coming

from the whore.  When Jones finished I took another picture of her

lying there, the flash blinding in the darkness, her cunt drooling come,

her body an invitation to licentiousness.  Gregory was next, and used

her cruelly, jabbing his cock like a sword into her cunt, levering

himself up on her breasts with his hands, twisting and mauling them

with each thrust into her body, forcing muffled scream after muffled

scream from her throat as he used her.  I took another picture, from

the side, as Gregory's face twisted into hate-filled lust as he came

inside her, her body arching in agony as he tried to tear her tits from

her body, the muscles in her thighs and stomach standing up in stark

relief against her lithe body.

Manolo kicked her once in the cunt, making her scream and jerk in

agony before he dropped down on top of her, fucking her cunt for all

he was worth, whispering Spanish curse-words into her ear as he

raped her before spilling another load of come deep inside her cunt. 

Tyrone and Tommy wanted something different, and turned the bitch

over, forcing her to her knees.  Tommy held her hips from behind and

sunk his cock into her now sloppy cunt, making her grunt as he began

banging her, slapping her ass for punctuation as he rode her from

behind.  She screamed when Tyrone lifted her head up by her hair and

ripped the tape from her mouth, her tears having soaked it through, a

scream cut short as he shoved his cock into her mouth, making her

whole body convulse with a gag reflex as he jammed it against the

back of her throat.

The bitch started spazzing as Tyrone pushed his cock into her throat,

her whole body jerking and thrashing and bucking and writhing as

Tommy pinioned her from behind with his cock while Tyrone held her

head between both his hands, his pelvis smashing against her nose and

his balls slapping against her chin as he forced his cock all the way

down her throat.  Strange, animal sounds came from her throat as she

was brutally raped, her tits swinging beneath her as she both struggled

and was buffeted between her rapists.  They plowed into her holes

mercilessly, Tommy's large cock glistening in the dim light every time

he pulled it out before jamming it back into her cunt hard, her

asscheeks bouncing and jiggling from the thrusts and from the hard

slaps he laid upon them.  She was making gurgling and retching

sounds around Tyrone's cock as he literally fucked her face, using her

mouth and throat like a cock.  Gregory bent down beside her and

grabbed one of her hanging tits, using his fingers to yank at the nipple,

using his other hand to feel her tormented body as it flexed between

her rapists.  I watched them abuse her, my own cock growing hard

again, knowing that I would soon be taking her up the ass.

Tommy and Tyrone came together, shooting their wads into her

helpless body, and then released her, letting her exhausted form slide

to the ground, her breasts pressed flat against the cold tile, her face

turned toward me, her eyes swollen with tears, her lips raw and

cracked, her throat echoing croaking moans as she retched in agony.  I

got down on my knees behind her and kicked open her legs, her body

unresisting as I looked down at her abused snatch.  It was smeared

with come and swollen red and raw, while her tiny asshole winked at

me, begging me to take it.  I grabbed the bitch's hips and pulled her

ass toward me, her face still against the ground.  I slipped easily into

her cunt, still tight and warm and grasping, enjoying the moan of pain

and degradation which escaped from her throat.

The guys were all standing around, except for Jones, who was at her

head, his cock out, waiting until I had taken her ass before shoving his

cock down her throat; we all wanted to hear her scream.  I pulled out

and, with one hand, guided my cock to her anus, pressing it hard

against her tight opening, listing to her rising moan as she realized

what was about to happen.  My cock, rigid as it was, began to bend as

her tight flesh began to give, and I grabbed her hips to pull her more

forcefully toward me.  I grimaced and yelled out as I felt my cock slip

into that incredibly tight hole, my yell matched by a howl of agony

ripped from her throat, echoing around the small restroom like the

howl of a trapped and doomed animal, as her whole body shook

beneath me, her ass clenching and un-clenching spasmodically as I

forced inch after inch of my cock deep into her bowels.

The bitch kept howling, and I could see the eyes of the guys bright

with lust as she flopped around like a gaffed fish on the end of my

pole, her whole body undulating in agony as I sunk my cock all the

way into her clutching ass, her fingers and toes curling in pain.  I

pulled out, surprised there was no blood, each inch almost painful for

me, and horrible agony for her, her howling turning into loud, choking

sobs, cut off as Jones grabbed her head and forced his cock down her

throat.  It was so goddamned good taking her ass, feeling her pain, her

terror, her humiliation through her jerkings and spasming and the

sounds coming through the cock in her throat.  I began slowly fucking

her--I couldn't go any faster, her ass was so tight--each stroke making

me grit my teeth in pleasure as I used her, the feel of her asscheeks

against my hips soft and titillating as I sunk all the way into her, her

whole body shaking in pure agony as I fucked her.

I took my time, enjoying the sensations her clutching ass was sending

through my cock, enjoying the way her body jerked and tensed and

fought and bounced as she was being raped.  Jones finished with her

throat and was replaced by Manolo before I began to feel that pleasure

so akin to pain build up in my scrotum.  I dug my fingers deep into the

bitch's ass and ground my cock into her ass, rolling it around deep

into her bowels as my toes curled up in pleasure, my cum spilling out

into her gut, making this piece of meat mine.  The feeling of power

was heady, adding to the pleasure as my cock pulsed again and again,

filling up her ass with my come.

When I pulled out Gregory was right there, slapping her asscheeks

hard, driving his cock viciously into her ass, his fingers claws at her

hips as he drove into her.  I took more pictures as Manolo pulled out

and sprayed his come all over her face, her screams timed to each

brutal thrust of Gregory's cock into her ass before they were cut off

again by Tommy's cock in her throat.  Her screams had taken on a

ragged touch, her throat raw and abused by the fucking it was taking. 

Her body was still undulating in agony, but the bitch was running out

of steam.

Gregory finished quickly, tearing at her hanging breasts as he came,

leaving long scratch marks down the sides of her body as he clawed at

her, adding his come to mine deep in her bowels.  Tyrone followed in

her ass and was fucking her hard before Tommy finally deposited his

load into her stomach.  Gregory was still soft, but shoved his cock into

her mouth anyway, slapping her, telling her to suck on it.  She

screamed into his pelvis as he twisted her tits in rhythm with Tyrone's

fucking her ass, her screams making Gregory hard in her mouth as he

tortured her, the sound of his open hand against her tits echoing

throughout the bathroom, her gurgling screams escaping from his now

turgid cock filling her throat.

Tyrone left marks in her asscheeks with his fingers when he came, to

be replaced quickly by Jones, his fat cock splitting her in two, making

her scream with renewed vigor around Gregory's cock.  They worked

her for long minutes, her lithe body jerked forcefully between them, a

toy for their pleasure.  I kept taking pictures of her humiliation, my

own cock coming to life again, waiting for a taste of her throat.  They

both came at the same time, Gregory, like Manolo, pulling his cock

from her throat to spray her face with his come.

We where all standing now, looking down at the broken cunt laying

spread-eagled on her stomach on the floor, her body scratched and

bruised and battered, her breathing ragged, interspersed with low

moans of pain.  We weren't done, yet, though.  It had all been

planned.  I handed the camera to Jones while Tyrone lay down next to

the bitch on his back.  Tyrone and I grabbed her limp body, tears and

come streaking her pretty face, her lips grotesquely swollen, her cunt a

flaming mass of red, swollen flesh, her asshole distended by five men's

cocks, and forced her to kneel over Tyrone, his cock sinking easily into

her cunt, a moan of pain escaping her raw throat as she fell onto his

rod.  I kneeled over Tyrone's head and grabbed the bitch's hair,

forcing my cock into the soft, wet confines of her mouth, shoving it

deeper and deeper into her until I felt it hit the back of her throat.  I

smiled ferally as I looked down at her on the end of my cock, her hair

matted with sweat and come and tears, her eyes swollen from crying,

her lips stretched around my pole, and shoved forward, forcing my

cock into her abused throat.

I held my cock there, waiting, like Tyrone, as Manolo positioned

himself behind her kneeling, bent forward body.  It took a long minute

of my cock in her sobbing, raw throat, Tyrone's cock splitting her cunt

open one more time, before he was ready, and sent his cock surging up

her ass, making her scream in agony, her throat vibrating my cock

sent incredible waves of ecstasy through me.  We began fucking her

slowly, using each one of her holes simultaneously, rocking her body

slowly on our cocks, enjoying the way her body gripped and sucked

and shook.  Tommy and Gregory knelt to either side of the cunt and

each began working on a tit, reaching between her and Tyrone to maul

her breast, her screams of pain driving me crazy with pleasure.

We had planned this, and wanted to time it for the camera, so we

signaled each other when we were close, extending the bitch's agony,

stretching her triple rape to five minutes, ten, twenty, thirty minutes of

slow, deliberate fucking in her ass and cunt and throat, thirty minutes

of her screaming as her tits were mauled and bruised and scratched,

thirty minutes of her body writhing in agony as we used it for our

pleasure, thirty minutes before we all gritted our teeth while our cocks

jerking in this hot piece of flesh and filled her full of our come.

We were done with her, satiated, and left her moaning softly in pain,

laying bruised and battered on the restroom floor.  We even let her dog

out of the bag, and he ran up to her and started licking her face right

off.  I was kind of disappointed he hadn't been a big dog--I would have

like to see her take a dog dick.

That's how I met him--I bet his ex wished I hadn't, although she was

probably lucky; he could have found some bastard who would've taken

the five grand, raped her, and cut her throat.  Right now I'm feeling

good and feeling lucky.  It's not often you meet someone who'll pay

you for doing something you enjoy, and boy, did I enjoy fucking that

little piece of cunt meat.  I've even kept some of the pictures for

myself.  Maybe I'll pay her a private visit in a few months....