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Sharon admired herself in the
mirror! Men always did find her enjoyable to look at. She liked to be the center
of attention, and her choice of clothing always made certain that she stood out
in a crowd. "You're going to find yourself in trouble someday," Gloria
admonished her, as she checked to make sure her hemline did cover the tops of
her nylons. It threatened to expose just a little too much of her shapely legs.
"Phooey," Sharon responded to her friend's criticism. Gloria was always worried
about some man raping her in the night. Just wishful thinking on her part,
Sharon assured her.
"Just look at yourself," Gloria continued. "You're advertising yourself. Those
short skirts, and nylons instead of pantyhose. When that skirt shows off your
garter belt, men are going to take that as an invitation to rape you." "Oh, I
think you're over-exaggerating," Sharon scoffed. "Pantyhose are so hot and
confining. Besides, gentlemen like to catch a glimpse of sheer nylon under a
skirt." "Well," Gloria sniffed, "that, and those tight blouses you wear. Showing
off your tits like that. You look like a slut.
You're just jealous," Sharon
laughed. It was true, she had very large, firm breasts and men ogled her more
when she presented them properly. "I don't think so," Gloria countered. "What
kind of way is that to dress to work in the office at night? And what does your
husband think of the way you dress?"
"Harold? He enjoys an attractive wife. Besides, nobody else is at the office. I
just have to put the finishing touch on my project for tomorrow." "Well, let's
hope you don't run into any problems," Gloria murmured.
"I won't," Sharon reassured her friend. "And I've got to get going before it
gets too late." Sharon flounced down the staircase in her high heels and left
the house. Getting into the car, she started it up and, putting it into gear,
headed for the high-rise where she worked. It was almost dark as she approached
the office building. Sharon was surprised how deserted the streets were after
business hours. Well, at least there'd be no one around to bother her. She drove
into the open parking lot. She had her pick of parking spaces, for once, since
it was nearly empty. An older pickup truck was the only other occupant. Sharon
shut down the engine and got out of the car. That pesky hemline was riding too
high up on her thighs. Self-consciously, she tried to cover her exposed nylons
as she swung her legs out of the door. It was silly, there was no one else
around to see her.
As Sharon stood up on the
pavement to close the car door, she became aware of a young man watching her
from several feet away. Now she was embarrassed and hurried to brush her skirt
down to cover her exposed garter straps on her thighs. Closing the door, she
locked it and turned to walk toward the building. Then she saw two more men,
younger like the other one. Pretending not to notice them, she walked
purposefully toward the building. The men hadn't moved. As Sharon glanced
around, she noticed that there were more of them. Fear clutched her stomach as
her friend's warnings were becoming true. Sharon was too frightened to see how
many of them were circling around her. But they were definitely interested in
her and closing in. Sharon stood tensely, not looking at the men ogling her
hungrily. One of them grabbed her bare arm and pulled her. She nearly lost her
balance on her high heels, but his strong arm held her upright. Others were
pawing at her breasts through her blouse. Some were fondling her obscenely under
her skirt.
Sharon felt so naked and exposed. Oh god, this can't be happening, she begged
silently. It was happening. They were pulling her toward the pickup truck.
Someone was pulling her skirt down her legs. To keep from stumbling on the
material, Sharon had no choice but to step out of the fabric about her ankles.
Knowing that she was being walked in her bare legs, covered only in her nylons
now, she squeezed her eyes shut from the humiliation. They were now pulling her
onto the back of the truck. The metal was hard against her shins, and suddenly
she felt the mercy of softer material against her body. Opening her eyes, she
saw that a mattress filled the truck bed and she was being forced onto it. Rough
hands manhandled the buttons of her blouse. Now Sharon's chest was exposed, her
bra eliciting grunts of delight from the animals abusing her. Quickly they
zeroed in on the front hasps of her bra and separated the cups, exposing her
breasts under the night sky for all to ogle.
While rough hands manhandled her breasts, others were yanking her panties down
her hips. Sharon tried so hard to resist, but other hands lifted her hips to
free the flimsy fabric from under her. Her legs were helpless as her panties
disappeared down her thighs and into the night. A pitiful moan escaped her
throat as she lay mostly naked and exposed before the disgusting menbrutalizing
her.
Sharon watched one man position himself between her helpless thighs. Others were
holding her ankles apart so he could have his way with her. He opened his pants
and pushed them partway down his hips. Omigod, here it comes! She was going to
be raped by this animal. Before squeezing her eyes shut, Sharon saw him spit
disgustingly into his hand and rub the saliva onto his penis. As he positioned
his body heavily over hers, she felt an intrusion against her vaginal opening.
Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as his hardness violated her body. She gasped in
shock as he forced himself fully inside her. She could feel the hardness sliding
fully into her belly. In reaction, her muscles clenched to esist, but they only
grasped his thickness futilely. It only seemed to increase his desire as his
heavy weight rocked on her body.
Sharon lay helplessly as she
was raped, humiliated at knowing that the other men were watching her being
violated in such an ugly way. Sharon tried to disassociate her mind from the
obscenity being perpetrated upon her but it was impossible. She could feel every
bit of the man's hardness intruding into her. The movement of his thrusting
inside her was overwhelming and she could actually feel the head of his manhood
bulging in her uterus.
His breathing was raspy as he raped her methodically, punctuated by grunts of
pleasure. Suddenly he stiffened, and Sharon could feel the intrusion in her guts
begin to pulse and throb. The man groaned obscenely and there was a torrent of
warm liquid gushing into her uterus. Omigod, he was ejaculating inside her!
Sharon whimpered helplessly as she became a receptacle for some animal's sperm.
It seemed to go on forever, his filling her helpless belly with his filthy lust.
But finally he was satisfied and rudely pulled his penis out of her ruined
vagina. Sharon breathed relief at the removal of the intruder, but it was
short-lived. Another man knelt between her legs to take his place and force
himself inside her. Suddenly, Sharon was again violated by male flesh, the
pressure in her womanhood almost obliterating her senses. She was grateful that
at least it wasn't painful. Just incredibly humiliating. This man, too,
deliberately took his pleasure in her. The fluid movement of his thickness
inside her vagina was creating disturbing feelings of pleasure and
Sharon fought the incongruous sensation. She thought to herself that she must be
delirious from the shock to think that it was enjoyable. Nothing could be
further from the truth. The man pinning her helplessly grunted his lust and
Sharon felt fresh warmth enter her uterus as he discharged his semen into her
soiled guts. Then, mercifully, he was gone. Sharon prepared for the onslaught of
the next rapist to force himself on her. She was uncomfortably wet from the
residue of the previous men leaking out of her opening. The pressure of his
entry was ncreased by the compacting of the liquid that was filling her uterus.
As he began to rhythmically take advantage of her, she again started to feel the
contradictory twinges of pleasure being introduced into her vagina. Her body was
betraying her! These men were brutally raping her, forcing her into sexual
humiliation, and her body was trying to make her enjoy it. Sharon fought the
sensation determinedly. It was humiliating. The more she resisted, the more her
body responded to the intrusion.
Suddenly, helplessly, the
rhythmic sliding of the man's penis inside her climaxed into a shuddering orgasm
of her own. Sharon heard herself groan loudly as her vaginal muscles spasmed,
clutching at the man's flesh and wracking her body with wave after wave of
rippling orgasms. The man raping her found it exciting and, thrusting hard,
nearly gutted her with his stiffness. Sharon was dimly aware of more sperm
pulsing hotly into her belly. Then he was gone. Embarrassed, ashamed, Sharon
opened her eyes, hoping that she had only imagined the rape. But there were the
men, obscenely ogling her humiliating helplessness. Sharon's eyes widened as she
saw one of the actually masturbating next to her. He grabbed her head with his
free hand and, with his fingers, forced her lips apart. Sharon panicked as she
saw him lean forward to guide his penis toward her mouth. Oh, god, NO, she
begged silently. Don't make me do that. I don't want that thing in my mouth! But
he never completed his intent. Sharon remembered actually seeing the obscene
thick fluid spew out of the opening in his penis, the warm liquid pulsing into
her open mouth. The pungent taste overpowered her as her mouth filled with his
ejaculate. Excess sperm flowed out of the corner of her lips, running down her
cheek. Helplessly, her throat swallowed the onslaught of the nasty product.
Sharon tried to force most of it back out of her mouth, but her entire mouth was
slippery. Her tongue, her lips, even her teeth were slick with the residue of
his sperm.
While Sharon tried to expel the disgusting filth from her mouth, she felt
another intruder into her crotch. Her femininity was again opened wide by a hard
penis penetrating her. In surrender, Sharon accepted the rape and accompanying
ejaculation into her body. The feelings were arising inside her again. Maybe if
she ignored them instead of fighting it, they wouldn't overpower her.
Another violation of her belly, and the sensations intensified. Sharon believed
she must be going mad from the victimization of the gang rape. Another climax
was threatening to overtake her and she found herself intently trying to feel
each thrust of the intrusion into her womanhood. Her eyes opened suddenly as she
felt a fleshy bulbousness against her lips. All she could see was the hairy
belly of some man as he forced his penis between her lips. The huge flesh filled
her mouth and Sharon felt sick. The male smell of his body was next to her nose
and she could only helplessly feel the thick head sliding back and forth over
her tongue.
The betrayal of her abdomen
intensified with the rape being perpetrated inside her vagina. Sharon gave in to
the second shuddering series of climaxes that convulsed through her belly. At
that moment, the man forcing himself in her mouth ejaculated. Sharon only dimly
was aware of actively sucking on the object filling her mouth. Thick seminal
fluid erupted over her tongue and Sharon was vaguely aware of sucking greedily
at the obscene ejaculate spewing into her throat. As the orgasm claimed her, she
wallowed the slick semen spilling down her throat into her stomach.
She could no longer feel the actual gush of sperm into her uterus, there must
have been too much inside her already to feel it. But she could still feel the
warmth of new ejaculate being introduced to the quantity already filling her.
Now she could feel the almost-hot wetness spattering thickly onto her bare flesh
of her breasts. They were actually ejaculating onto her body, trying to cover
her breasts with their obscene cream. Sharon didn't know how many men had
actually violated her in all their disgusting ways.
Finally it was over. She was pulled rudely to a sitting position and forced to
stumble from the pickup truck. They had violated her, used her, polluted her
body, and now they were dismissing her with jeers. Tears streamed down her face
as she ashamedly picked her way back to her car. Somehow she had her keys,
someone must have forced them into her hand. Her skirt was gone. She could feel
wetness streaming down her thighs, soaking into her nylons. Sharon unlocked her
car door, grateful to be free of the animals. Sliding into the seat, she closed
and locked the door, breathing fitfully while trying to calm herself. Loud jeers
made her jerk her head up to see the pickup truck rushing past her car out of
the parking lot. She still didn't know how many of them there were. At least
three or four in the truck, and the truck bed was filled with jeering men. Then
they were gone, and Sharon was alone with herself. Her body was ruined, spoiled
by their combined lust. She could still feel the pressure of so much sperm that
had been deposited into her belly.
Her breasts and stomach were slick from the sticky semen that had bathed them. Their taste was still strong in her mouth and Sharon was disbelieving that she had willfully swallowed the sperm from several men. And the climaxes, my god! She had actually enjoyed being raped. Well, her body had. She hadn't. How was she going to go home in this state? She could only imagine the shock on Richard's ace when he saw her enter the house, no skirt, just in her sperm- soaked nylons and high heels, her blouse wide open, dried semen covering her chest. And he'd know, he'd KNOW that her stomach had been filled with sperm.
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