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I waved goodbye to my friends, and headed towards my car. The late night air was still hot and heavy. Any hope that sunset would bring relief faded hours ago, and I was abandoned to swelter miserably. My outfit was just about perfect for this weather at least. A cute lavender tube top, and denim skirt with strappy platform sandals. I could feel what little breeze there was cooling me as it breezed by my skin. At least there was some temporary relief from my suffering.

I had just said goodbye to my friends and we had all headed our own methods. I was parked a few blocks south, my punishment for arriving late it seemed. Parking was all the time hard to come by in the evenings. The streets were fairly devoid of people now though, as most reasonable souls had long returned to their flats and drifted off to sleep. That left these streets to those of us who spent our night drinking or dancing instead. I fiddled aimlessly with my phone as I walked past buildings and alleyways. I was lost in my own world: checking my messages, scrolling through news, looking at pictures from my evening.

clomp, clomp, clomp…

My mind snapped back to reality upon hearing a pattering of footsteps.

clomp, clomp, clomp…

They were behind me and closing fast!

clomp, clomp, clomp…

I anxiously turned my head to see what was happening…

“Watch out!” a man’s voice screamed at me as I turned. It was too late!

I turned straight into a solid mass of another human being! My balance faltered as I was knocked backward.

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I crashed into the ground, landing firmly in a sitting position on my butt with outstretched arms flailing wildly.

“Sorry!” I heard a man yell while another leaped over me. The two individuals ran down the street chasing each other and disappeared around the corner at the end of the block.

I sat there stunned for a minute, what had just happened!? That was ridiculously rude, knocking me over and not having the courtesy to stay and help me up? Why were they running? Where were they going so fast this late at night?

Frustrated and fuming I gathered myself and got back on my feet. My butt was aching, and my wrist was a bit sore. I had nothing but a couple of scratches though, nothing serious thankfully. I pulled my purse back onto my shoulder and reached for my phone.

Wait… where was my phone!?!

Frantically I looked around for it. It couldn’t have gone far, but it wasn’t on the sidewalk, wasn’t under the nearby cars, wasn’t in the bushes next to me, or on the steps, or in my bag. Where was it? It was in my hand and then that man had run into me, I lost my grip on it. Come to think of it, I never heard it hit the ground. That would have made a distinctive sound…

He stole it!!!

“Shit!” I muttered under my breath. Did he really just do that?! He must have! That asshole grabbed my phone! I looked around some more in disbelief. It seemed this really just happened to me. I was just robbed! It happened so fast too!

“Okay, don’t panic,” I whispered to myself, “I just need to get to my car, and get home.” That’s when I realized I might have another issue. I pinned my car’s location on my phone’s map, and now I wasn’t quite sure where it was. I mean, I knew it was maybe about 5-6 more blocks south, and then I should turn, probably left, and head uphill for a bit. There was a rose garden on a balcony by it, and a blue row house across the street. I remembered those landmarks at least.

Frustrated and a bit frightened, I set off again in the direction where I wondered my car was. I hurried a bit more now. This was never a bad neighborhood, and least I didn’t know it as such, but that gave me little comfort now. Without my phone I felt anxious and very alone. I couldn’t even tell my friends what had happened, or ask them to pick me up. I needed to get somewhere I felt safe. I turned and headed up the street where I wondered my car was, things began to look unfamiliar though. This didn’t seem to be the right street.

That was okay, I told myself, I was close at least. I was sure of that. I tried the next street down, and then the next. No luck.

“Where is it?” I whispered in a tense voice. I was feeling more lost than ever now. I held my key high in the air and began pushing the button over and over as I walked. I was hoping to see that flash of lights that would show me I had a sure path to safety. After what must have been twenty minutes of going in circles doing this I was on the verge of tears. I had no idea where my car was! Even worse now, I was beginning to question where I was!

“Okay, let’s just backtrack.” I reasoned aloud, “If I go back to the bar maybe I can use their phone.” That seemed reasonable. Even though the place was closed now, there should be someone around for a bit, probably, maybe. They would recognize me anyway, I was pretty sure. It wasn’t a big place and me and my friends had been there most of the evening.

I headed down the block and then up a larger avenue. This one had a name I recognized at least. I could follow it most of the way back. I was a lot further down than I wondered though! This was gonna be a hike back uphill!

I set off bravely, though my legs were beginning to ache from my fall and my trek thus far. The road was entirely deserted now though. No people and no cars, it was eerily quiet for what was normally a bustling area. I guess not many people were out at what had to be well after 2am.

I heard a rumble of a motor and then a rush of air as a green sports car zoomed past me and sped up the street. “Well thanks for the breeze at least,” I muttered as it flew past just inches from me. It actually did feel good as I was sweating fairly badly now, as this was quite the trek.

A few more blocks passed and I continued making slow progress. “What a horrible night,” I lamented to myself. As a white commercial van whooshed past me and turned down the next street ahead of me. At least there were a couple of other people out this late.

Another block, and my legs wanted to quit, still I kept pressing onwards! Things were beginning to look familiar again. I knew where I was, two more blocks, and then a left turn and I would be back to the club. I felt so relieved to be almost there. I picked up the pace as I heard another vehicle getting ready to whoosh past me. My hot and sweaty body eagerly awaited that brief rush of cool air.

“Screeee…” I heard a squeal of brakes instead? All of a sudden I recognized the cab of that same white van screeching to a stop right in front of me! I froze in surprise. It had almost hit me!

Clunk-chunk! Rrrrr… that sounded like a sliding door opening. I turned my head to look.

I saw only darkness! A soft heavy fabric fell over my head. What the heck!? Was this a blanket? I couldn’t see!

“Ahhhh!” I yelped in surprise as I fumbled with the fabric. Trying to pull it off of me. Then I felt a squeeze, like two strong arms were wrapping around me! They held the blanket in place! I could feel myself being lifted up! I was off my feet now!

“Noooo!” I gasped! What was happening!? This was bad. I was sideways, I was falling. I was laying down now. This wasn’t the ground though. It didn’t feel like the sidewalk at least.

“Go go go!” I heard a voice urging frantically!

Go? What do you mean go? Why did he say go? My mind asked, fearing the answer.

Rrrrr… Clunk-chunk. Click!

That was the sliding door again!

I heard an engine roar and with a lurch I could feel movement. Oh no! That’s what go meant! I was inside that van!

“No!” I screamed, the full seriousness of my predicament dawning on me. I tore at the blanket, shifting and tossing it around, as I could hear the van’s engine roar loudly. I was rocked about as I struggled, but after another moment I saw light! With a frantic flurry of arms I finally tore the fabric apart, and lifted my head into the light.

My eyes raced around as I got my bearings. I was sitting on my butt on the floor of a van. The only illumination was from a small dim light in the ceiling, and the cab was separated off by a curtain. There was some sort of padding or thick rug on the floor. The walls were mostly bare and white, with a series of hoops for tying down objects. There were no seats or seat belts. Worst of all though, I wasn’t alone!

There were 4 other men in the back of the van with me. One sat by the sliding door, one was by the seats of the cab, the other was way near the back sitting on a couple of crates, and of course, sitting right by my side was a fourth. He was heavy and tall, built like a football player, and wearing a tank top, shorts, and some old battered shoes. His arms were so thick and muscular, no wonder I was lifted up so effortlessly if he was the one who grabbed me!

“What’s your name cutie?” he asked in a deep voice. There was a round of laughter from the other men, both those back here with me and from whoever was driving.

I was petrified, I didn’t know how to respond. I just sat there a moment, my mouth agape. As the silence became awkward I forced myself to speak “Rachel,” I finally said in a broken and worried voice.

“Rachel huh?” The big man mused, “What are you doing out so late Rachel?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I answered honestly. “I… I was looking for my car. I forgot where I parked.”

“Ohhh ok,” the big man continued, with a smile on his face. “I almost believe you.”

I was flabbergasted, “but… but… it’s true!” I tried explaining.

“Rachel,” the big man said condescendingly, “The only girls out this late on this street are hookers.”

“What!” I gasped, closing my arms around my chest. Was my outfit suddenly sending the wrong message!? “No… no no no, I was at the bar with my friends, we were listening to music and…”

“Quiet bitch!” an angry voice came from behind me. The man in the back of the van was speaking, and he sounded upset. “You’re with Hank aren’t you? He’s working our street again isn’t he?!” he yelled at me.

“I… no!” I trembled as I spoke, “I don’t know anyone by that name! Honest!”

“Fuck, you’re lying bitch!” he shouted at me. His voice sent icy shivers shooting down my spine. “This is our street! You ain’t one of our girls. That’s a problem. If Y=you’re going to work here, then we get a cut!”

“I don’t want to work anywhere!” I sobbed, fighting back welling tears, “I just want to go home!”

“Fucking liar! You’re just sorry you got caught!” He screamed back.

The large man next to me snatched my purse, which had been sitting by my feet.

“Don’t, please! Give that back!” I pleaded with him.

“Just having a look, calm down cutie.” He said, trying to sound reassuring. It didn’t help much though. He began rummaging through my belongings. He tossed out a pen. My cosmetics case was open and dumped out, items scattering on the van floor. Then came my wallet, “Only 40… 43 dollars,” the large man said, setting it apart, “If she’s working she ain’t made any cash tonight.”

The large man kept going. Out came my car keys, a mess of receipts, some loose change… “Hey, what do you know, I spy a couple of condoms!” he said, holding them up and looking displeased with me.

“N… no!” I stammered, “that’s not what you think!”

The large man laughed, “well it looks to me like you were preparing for a good time. Is that right little Rachel? Let’s see what else there is…”

“I… I….” I stammered as he kept rummaging.

He pulled out a small notebook I kept in my bag. “Hmm what’s this?” he asked with a grin, “you have a little black book?”

“What’s in it?” the angry man from the back asked. Before I could answer the large man began leafing through it. “Hmm…” he mused. “Look like notes for a job maybe? Here’s a shopping list, some phone numbers scrawled on these pages…”

“Phone numbers!?” the man in the back asked, his voice roaring to life.

“Yeah, some ripped out pages here and there… a couple of dates… some blank pages” then he flipped toward the end. “Then these pages that say ‘cycle’ at the top with lots of hash marks…” The large man looked at me confused. “Care to explain what that is?”

I was mortified, but more afraid of upsetting anyone. I did my best to explain awkwardly, my face getting a little red. “That… that’s where I track my… my… girl cycle…”

The large man looked confused.

“My period… cycle…”

“Ohhhhh! Gotcha little Rachel,” he said looking through the pages, “So like these marks here mean…?” He leaned over and showed me, pointing to the hash marks.

“I… that…um… that’s days since my… um… last period ended.” I struggled to explain. This was so personal and humiliating. Why was he asking?! I didn’t want to distribute this! I didn’t have a choice though, did I? I didn’t want to make him mad at me.

“Uh huh…” the large man looked at the book again, “so it’s been 11 days since your last period?”

I nodded weakly, my hands clasped over my face now.

“Well you’re smart to have condoms then…” the large man laughed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” the short man next to the sliding door asked.

“My wife tracks hers too,” the big man laughed, “10-15 days was nonstop sexy time when we were trying for a baby. Gotta know when you can get knocked up!”

There was a long awkward silence in the van. I looked at the other men, they were all looking at me. Staring at me, but not at my face. They were staring at my chest, my bare skin, my body. I felt suddenly so very vulnerable and exposed.

“I don’t buy it.” The angry man from the back said.

“Don’t buy what?” the large man asked.

“I still think the bitch is working for Hank. He’s been pushing back more lately. Seeing his bitches more and more where they shouldn’t be. Now we caught one,” he stared directly at me, right in the eyes as he voice got so loud. “Now she’s making fucking lame-ass excuses because she know she’s in deep shit!”

“No!” I screamed. “Please! Please, that’s not true!”

“Shut up bitch!” he snarled back, “you know what we do to bitches who are on our turf?”

I shook my head side-to-side, fear welling up.

“Boss,” the large man spoke up, “You sure she’s with Hank? I ain’t so sure…”

“Doesn’t matter,” the loud man replied, “In that case this slut has been working our streets and we haven’t been paid our cut.” Then he looked at me, “You going to pay up slut?”

“I… I was just walking! Please!” I stammered in fear.

“Wrong answer!” He shouted angrily at the top of his lungs. I covered my ears as his voice echoed around the van. “Wrong fucking answer! How much did you say she had?”

“$43,” the large man answered.

“You got any more tucked in those tiddies?” The boss asked me, pointing at my tube top.

Worriedly, I shook my head.

“Better not be lying to me slut!” he warned and then turned to the others. “Strip her.”

Every eye turned to me. “W… wait!” I stammered. They didn’t wait though. The man near the door reached down and grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards him!

“No!” I screamed as I felt pulling off my sandal, then the large man next to me grabbed my tube top. “No!” I screamed louder, clutching at my top, “No! Wait!”

My arms were grabbed from behind, and with a sudden tug my breasts popped free! Bared to these strange men. I tried to lower my arms to cover my exposed chest, but I couldn’t free my arms from their grasp!

“Please don’t!” I gasped louder now, panicking. There were arms all over me now! The large man continued yanking my tube top down. When he reached my hips he began tugging on my skirt and underwear.

“Stop! Please stop!” I pleaded again. I was the only one speaking now, all these men were silent. They could hear me, I was sure of it, but they weren’t listening. I could feel my butt becoming exposed, as they lifted my hips up, and yanked all my clothes down. Lower they all slid in a mass. Exposing my butt, my mound, then down further. They were ripped past my clenched knees, over my flailing ankles, and free from my now nude body. Their task completed, the men let me go, and took to examining my clothing.

“No cash, no card, no phone even…” the large man remarked.

“Where’s your phone slut?” the boss asked, staring down at me, “It wasn’t in your bag either, bitches always have their phones with them.”

I was laying on my side on the van floor, and had curled myself into a ball as best I could. My breasts were pressed against my knees, my hands were between my legs, desperately trying to cover my exposed slit from their leering eyes. My own eyes were flowing with fearful tears. I gasped and tried to reply between sobs. “It was… stolen.” I blubbered, “Two guys… ran into me… and took it! That’s why… I was lost. That’s why… I was out… please don’t… hurt me!”

There was a bit of silence for a moment. They alternated looking at each other and gazing at me. “You know, boss I’m not so sure now either…” the one at the door began to speak.

“Shut up, it doesn’t matter.” He sounded frustrated now, “hey where are we at, front seat?!” He called to the driver.

“On 80 going east, about exit 35…” a reply came back.

“Head for Chapman,” the boss ordered him.

“Gotcha, Chapman, sure thing.” Came the reply.

There was silence again now. I glanced at the boss again, who was staring at me. It seemed like he was debating or puzzling over something serious. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes seemed to pierce into my own. I was too afraid to hold his gaze, and looked away. I could still feel him looking at me though. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but his look frightened me.

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered after a minute repeating his earlier statement, “doesn’t fucking matter.”

“Boss?” the large man asked. “What’s the plan?”

I looked up at the boss again who was still staring at me. His eyes were firmly focused on my hips now though.

“Doesn’t matter,” he sighed again. “If she’s one of Hank’s sluts, we need to send a message. If she’s freelancing, she ain’t paid up, so she owes us. If she’s neither, maybe if she’s telling the truth, we still can’t let her go, she’s seen us all. So she’s one of ours now. Either way it all means the same thing.”

“You want me to…?” the large man began to ask.

“Yeah, spread her open. I’m going first, then you all can if you want.” he replied casually.

I looked up at the boss again, he had stood up and was fiddling with his belt while steadying himself on the side of the van. “Wait… what…?” I asked, turning from the boss to the large man next to me. “Sorry Rachel,” he shrugged. “Guess this just ain’t your night.” With that he reached down with his broad hands and grabbed me around the waist pulling me toward him.

I was confused. I didn’t know exactly what was meant, only that this was bad, and probably very very bad.

“Wait! Let go!” I pleaded with the large man, but he just ignored my request. He pulled me over until my head was resting on his legs, and then grabbed onto my arms. I tried to withstand, but he was so much stronger it was nearly pointless. He quickly pulled both of my arms up above my head and held them tightly.

Then the other men scooted towards me. They staggered a little as our van was turning, but quickly each one laid their hands on my bare legs. They weren’t as strong as the large man, but their large hands still grabbed on firmly, “What are you doing!?” I pleaded with them, “What are you doing!?”

They didn’t answer, they only both pulled my legs in opposite directions. I tried to withstand, tried to pull my legs back together. I could withstand, but I couldn’t last long. I strained and struggled. I kicked and twisted. It was a losing fight though.

“No!” I finally gasped as my strength failed me, and my legs were spread wide aside. I squirmed and struggled a bit more, but all these large strong hands held my body firmly down. I could barely even move. I could only watch as the boss finished undoing his belt. He pulled off his pants and then removed his underwear. A nearly erect penis flopped out when he did, bouncing up and down in the air. He grabbed it and rubbed his hand over it for a moment. That complete, he stumbled over towards me and dropped to his knees between my widely spread legs. There was no longer any doubt in my mind as to his intentions, only a terrible fear remained.

I watched helplessly, my mind almost detached from what was happening. The boss’s hands ran along my inner thighs, his rough hands caressing them softly for a moment. “Well at least you’re already shaved!” he laughed as he ran his hand over my bare mound. His fingers reached down and spread aside my folds, and he titled his head as examined my intimate parts. “Cute pussy, shame what’s about to happen to it.” He said in a mocking tone.

Then he leaned forward, his hands resting on either side of my waist. He lined up his hips with my own. His erect penis was pointed straight at my mound. This was happening, this was really happening and I couldn’t stop it.

“Condom!” I blurted out as my mind briefly dashed back to reality, “I have a condom in my purse!”

He looked me in the eyes, “I don’t use condoms.” He said coldly.

I just stared lost into his brown eyes. Didn’t he realize what he was doing?! His eyes suggested he did. His gaze was dominant and firm, there was this aura of certainty about it. This was a man who was confident in what he did, who was used to being in charge. He did what he wanted with no regrets, and I had gotten myself messed up in his affairs. As I stared helplessly into those eyes, I felt a touch on my labia.

He smirked.

I looked down at my hips, his dick disappeared from view right behind my mound, but I could feel where it was. Its touch on my body was undeniable. I felt myself moisten between my legs as my body prepared itself for what was about to happen.

“Please!” I pleaded.

“No,” he answered firmly.

Then his hips pressed forward. I felt pressure on my labia as his dick pressed hard against me. I squirmed my hips a little to the side trying to move myself out of the way. It worked for a moment, as he pressed his dick harder into my hips.

“No Rachel,” he said, like a teacher correcting a student. This was the first time he’d said my name, and not slut or bitch. It caught me a bit off-guard, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. It didn’t matter much though, while I was busy being momentarily flustered he reached down with his right hand and grabbed onto my hip firmly.

Then he adjusted himself and pressed forward once more. The pressure began building again, right at my entrance. I tried to shift again, but his hand held me tightly in place. I could feel my wetness building. He was beginning to slip. My moistened lips weren’t gonna stop him!

“Nahhhhh!” I gasped. A burst of sensation flooded my hips as I felt his tip finally slip inside. He pressed his own hips forward, and I watched his shaft disappear inside my body. I could feel it sliding in, warm and hard, spreading me open, filling me up. His balls touched against my butt, his hips bumped up against my clit, he was fully inside me now.

“How’s it feel?” one of the men asked the boss with a laugh.

“Fairly decent,” the boss remarked, “Pussy is pleasantly tight, it’s gripping me good. She’s nice and wet, no bad odors.” I listened as he spoke. The way he talked was like a waiter describing an option on a wine menu. My intimate area was being broken down into a list of features, rated and assessed. There was no wondered to how I felt about this. In that moment, in some methods, I disappeared as a person.

The boss laughed and joked a bit with the other guys, and then he began rocking his hips. He moaned and groaned as he slipped out and then plunged himself back in. His firm length diving recklessly back into my restrained hips, which were forced to endure impact after impact, no matter how uncomfortable or violent they were. His hips crashed against my own like water on a rocky shoreline. Now and again tinges of pleasure would trickle up from my hips to my disconnected mind as his dick rubbed inside just right, or as his hips rubbed against my clit. It was mostly just discomfort however. His firm hold on my hip bone kept me from adjusting his angle, and my insides ached with each impact. My face contorted and strained at times, but he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly to himself. Any discomfort I felt was inconsequential to his pleasure, as he rubbed himself gleefully against my inner parts.

My mind kept drifting in and out. From my vantage point, with my head resting against the large man’s legs, I was free to watch my assault unimpeded. It seemed so surreal though. This glistening rod, moistened and aided with my own juices, plunging away at my body. There was little else to distract me. The van continued to bounce and roll along as it had before. There was an occasional engine noise outside, and sometimes the men shared a remark or two. Apparently the way my breasts bounced when the boss smacked his hips into mine was amusing to watch, though I failed to discover the fun in it. My mind focused a lot on my evening before this. I was upset at myself for being so careless and losing my phone. Furious that I didn’t pay more attention to where I parked. Questioning why I didn’t think to return to the bar sooner instead of wandering around lost for so long. I hated that I walked so close to the main street where I was so easily grabbed. I second guessed how much I drank at the club, and whether that just had made anything worse. Then, when that pain of regret became too much, my mind escaped back to the van again, and I watched my body being violated instead.

In and out, in and out, that fleshy colored rod went. I had never had one inside me without a condom covering it. Seeing it this way, unhindered from performing its reproductive function, was horribly unnerving. It was no longer this funny looking play thing attached to boys. Instead it was like a kettle on a stove, heating slowly towards its inevitable climax. When this kettle finally whistled though, it might blow away all my carefully laid future plans. My hopes and dreams would go up in a puff of steam. Like a kettle simmering before a boil too, I began to see signs that he was heating up.

He grunted and groaned as his pace began to quicken. “Get this slut’s legs in the air, I want to put the press on her!!” he barked at the two men holding my legs aside.

The boss’s rhythm stopped a moment as the two men lifted my legs high above me. I fought them some, sort of, or I tried at least. I already knew I couldn’t match their strength, this was just me being a stick in the mud; defiance without hope. They had to strain a little to move me at least. As my legs were bent past my chest I felt my butt lift off the ground, it curled up into the air awkwardly until my dick-filled pussy was pointed nearly straight up. My legs ached as they were stretched uncomfortably, and my feet dangled awkwardly above my head. I winced a little but didn’t make a sound. As if my assault wasn’t horrible enough, this position made my ordeal all the more embarrassing.

The boss repositioned himself a bit, he had nearly slid out as they moved, but managed to keep his member wedged uncomfortably in my crotch. He scooted forward until he was practically squatting over my hips. He loomed over me, his dick half in, half out. He steadied himself with his hands on the floor to either side of me.

Then he dropped!

“Ahhhnnn!” I winced as he drove inside me. A flash of pleasure flicked through me, followed by an ache from deep within.

There was no time to recover though, the moment he bottomed out he began to withdraw.

“Ahhhn!” I winced as he pounded down again.

“Ahhhnnn!”

“Ahhhn!”

“Ahhh!”

“Ah… ahn… ahhh!” His pace quickened, and I began to gasp with every plunge he took. Each thrust was a brief wisp of pleasure, followed by a deep ache. He was relentless, diving in and out of me without mercy, without wondered but for his own enjoyment. My gasps faded into heavy breathing as I endured him as best I could. His rhythm was fast, it was forceful. I could feel him breathing harder, faster. I could feel sweat building on him, from his legs and hips. His skin was getting warmer and warmer to the touch. You could hear the slapping of our bodies, skin on skin, with the steady roar of traffic all around.

“rrr… ahhrr… ahhh!!” The boss started making mellow grunting noises as he continued. His face was getting bright red, I noticed, as a drip of sweat dripped from his brow down onto my stomach. He looked like he was straining, his eyes mostly stared at my chest, which was still bouncing a bit with his thrusts.

Then without warning his hands clamped onto my hips, gripping me tightly. I looked up into his eyes, he was looking straight into my own now, staring at me. His eyes looked wild and fierce, they had a confidence and determination in them which unnerved me to my core. He pounded faster and faster as we peered into each other’s eyes. Something began to feel different about his dick as he did. It was all the time stiff, but now it was like it was getting harder. In the span of just a few thrusts, it became stiff as a rock! I broke my gaze and watched his dick again as it slid in and out, it didn’t look any different, but…

“Ahhh…huuhh… ahhh… huhhh” The boss grunted with a weird gasp. Before I could react he slammed his dick down very sharply.

“Ahhhnn!” I winced as pain spasmed deep inside me and our hips pressed together. Something else was different with this thrust though, he wasn’t withdrawing! He was just pressing it down into me, harder and harder! His hips grinding against mine, causing an unwanted spasm of pleasure to ripple through my body as his hips grinded against my clit.

*twitch*

Did his dick just…

*twitch*

It did! He’s…

*twitch twitch twitch*

I could feel his dick moving, jumping ever so slightly inside me now. It took me a moment to realize what I was feeling, he was ejaculating inside me!

“No!” I gasped and tried to twist my hips, but the men managed to hold me tightly. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, by that time his spasms were already slowing, his seed already expelled deep inside my helpless body.

“Phew!” he sighed as he stood up. His dick flopped free from my body. It looked wet, and a small white bead of semen oozing from its tip removed any lingering doubt as to what had just happened. Without a word he turned and staggered back to his corner of the van, leaving me to process my shock.

*zippp*

I didn’t have much of a chance to process anything though, as the sound of one of the other men undoing his zipper snapped me back to reality. He kept a tight grip on my leg as he shuffled into position, his dick bouncing comically as he did. As he lined himself up with my already wet slit, I didn’t even try to withstand. What was the point now?

“Ahhh!” I gasped, as he pushed his way in, and that full feeling returned. He wasted no time finding his rhythm, and before I knew it I was being railed once more. In and out, in and out, he plunged. His rhythm was faster than his boss though, he was younger, and seemed more willing. It couldn’t have been more than a minute before he started shouting.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” He groaned, his voice dripping with delight. Then he slowed his rhythm to a stop mid-thrust and gasped. I could see his dick lurching and squeezing as it stuck half-way out of me. A few more gasps from him and it stopped wiggling, he was done too.

Another man’s sperm, now also deep inside.

He withdrew quickly and the man on my otherside was already taking his place. They kept a tight hold on me as they moved about, my legs and arms held firmly back, my sperm-filled pussy still pointed straight towards the roof of the van.

The next man was in.

I swear I didn’t feel anything now, just numbness and soreness. He did his thing too, firing off insults to me as he did. I was a stupid slut, a useless fuckhole, and several other awful things in his eyes. His insults didn’t stop for a second until he was pressing deep one last time.

*twitch twitch twitch*

That was 3 men now.

Where did I go so wrong? What did I do? Did It deserve this for some reason? What’s gonna happen to me now? I don’t find out, why is this happening? My mind raced through different horrible scenarios, each worse than the last.

At some point the large man climbed on top of me, and began pleasuring himself with my body. I wasn’t sure how long he was there. I couldn’t have been long.

*twitch twitch twitch*

I felt him finish though. When he was done he just laid on me. No one was holding my hands now, no one needed too. Even if I could somehow move his giant weight, I wasn’t fighting anymore. There was nothing to be gained. Nothing to be saved. Four men, all their sperm still inside, swimming, crawling through my body, going deeper and deeper inside. My poor body! My vagina was screaming for mercy, aching painfully at this point. I desperately wanted to relax, but couldn’t with his dick still in there.

Eventually our van slowed down. It began stopping and going, turning left and right. We must be off the freeway now. Eventually I heard what sounded like a garage door open, and then close behind us.

Rrrrr… Clunk-chunk. The van door opened.

“Dude, come’on get off her, we need to get her inside.” One of the men called out.

Going inside where? I thought.

The large man withdrew from me, and stood up. My sore tired legs were now free to fall to the van floor. They crashed down with two unceremonious thumps. Wetness streamed from between my legs, so much wetness. I’d never felt this much before. It took me a moment to realize that wasn’t my wetness, it was theirs! All that sperm they shot up inside me was finally free to gush out.

The large man helped me to my feet. I stood with a stagger, limping gingerly as he guided me to the van’s door. That wetness was now finding its way down my legs, coating them in a slimy, sticky mess of man juice. It only got worse as I stumbled out of the van. Drips were coating my inner thighs, dribbling down onto my feet.

I was in some sort of garage it seemed. There were only a couple of windows high up on the wall, through which the morning was starting to peer through. My hand firmly grasped by the large man I was hurriedly zigzagged through a maze of car parts and machinery and then through a back door.

Down a dusty concrete hallway and around a corner we went to another door when we stopped. One of the other men took out a key and after a moment of fumbling with the lock and got it open.

I was pushed inside without a word.

*click clack*

The door locked behind me.

In front of me, sleeping on mattresses thrown on the floor were three other women. They were all lightly dressed. Nothing more than white men’s undershirt, and cheap plain white panties, from what I could see at least. They had all slept through my arrival, but one began to stir. I couldn’t help but notice her stomach was bigger than the others. It didn’t look like fat either…

She moved her hand to her head, and blinked her eyes a couple of times before she spotted me. “Ohhhh!” she gasped upon seeing me. Her hand covered her mouth and her face became pained and sympathetic. “Oh no!”

“Kyli!” she called as she elbowed the woman sleeping next to her, “Kyli wake up! They grabbed someone else last night!”

As her friend began to stir, the woman looked back at me, “I’m so sorry! I’ll help you get cleaned up! What’s your name?”

“Rachel,” I replied, with tears beginning to roll down my face. Part of me realized I was seeing my future in this woman, and it was terrifying.

NSFW: yes

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