gangbang rape
" Let me go!" she cried. Her long, blonde hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head. She glared at the hands holding her prisoner. Grunted as she tried to jerk free.
Her struggles only served to raise her dress higher up her shapely legs. She banged her head up and down on the pillow in frustration. Whining in her throat. Her full, round breasts straining the buttons of her bodice. Flesh could be seen through the openings between the buttons where the fabric was pulled apart.
Jimmy slid a hand tentatively up her leg stopping at mid-thigh where the hem of her dress had risen. Annabelle squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block them out of her mind. Their heavy breathing; their sweaty, whiskey smells; the heady, sick sweetness of marijuana fumes. The palm creeping up her thigh left a warm, moist trail.
Not Jimmy! Not him, dear God! No, please! " Go ahead, Jimmy," Billy Bob coaxed. " She wants it." " Two cherries with one fuck," Lester chuckled. " That’s right, aren't it?" he whispered, close to Annabelle’s ear.
" You’ve never had it before either, have you, baby sister?" " Damn! I wanna see her naked," Zeke said. The boys were beyond good and evil now. The girl writhing on the bed was their sister, yes, but she was also a female animal undeniably made for the purpose of slaking male lusts. They were hotly aware of the shapely body straining beneath the cotton fabric of the dress. And they wanted to see it in all its blonde glory.
" Let’s strip her," Zeke said, his voice hoarse with need. " Hold on, guys," Billy Bob said. " Let’s give her a choice." " What the hell?" Earl exclaimed, he looked up from where he was kneeling at the foot of the bed holding Annabelle’s ankle.
Billy Bob gave a mocking smile. " Sure, it’s only fair. He looked at Annabelle who gazed fixedly at him. " Drink a little of our bootleg and smoke a little dope and we’ll let you go. What do you say?"
She glared at him; tried once more to jerk free of Zeke and Lester, then seeing the futility of her position, sighed with frustration and sank back against the pillow; she clamped her eyes shut and nodded.
Billy Bob strode out onto the front porch, letting the screen door flap shut behind him. The head of his swollen cock stuck up from beneath the waistband of his jeans several inches higher than his bellybutton. Flies crawled along the rim of the uncapped jar. He picked it up. Floating belly up in the clear liquid was a bluebottle. He dipped his finger in and withdrew it. It was still kicking its little legs as he squashed it against the porch pillar. He wiped the tip of his finger on his jeans and took a drink.
" Like blood to a vampire," he said, imitating W. C. Fields, then chortled. Their house was situated in a perfect spot, he reflected idly, gazing about. There were scrubs and trees blocking their neighbours’ view. There weren’t that many anyway since they were outside the town limits by a couple of stone throws. And there was plenty of ground between them and the nearest. There was enough through traffic, too, so that the occasional car stopping at their place would go unnoticed. In the fall that would be important when they started selling their dope and whiskey.