simulated rape
Ann and Joanne stood by as Cyndi's sweater was pulled over her head leaving her naked from the waist up. They smiled at each other. Her panties were soon down around her knees and a big meaty hand clamped over it muted any possible sounds that would have come from her mouth. She was actually being raped in the company of two dozen partygoers.
Before anyone realized it a bottle of vodka was being forced in her mouth, her head pulled back by a man holding a handful of her bountiful hair, and she was swallowing it, at least swallowing the part that didn't run down her chest. It was midnight.
Cyndi's head was spinning, she was drunk. and getting drunker..and in the haze that was before her she could see countless blank faces and feel scores of hands and fingers probing her, pinching her, tugging on her enlarged nipples, prodding her between her legs, fingering her ass.
Ann set the stage with the proclamation, "the bitch is drunk again and she's ready to fuck the neighborhood..so let her..I hope they screw her brains out..sorry Walt."
Walt just nodded. He was sick of her act, sick of being embarrassed by her and he thought that, just maybe, this would cure her. If, of course, it didn't kill her.
He got his coat out of the closet and left. As he was going out the door he saw Cyndi, now with her wrists cuffed behind her back, being forced to her knees as a circle of men with their cocks hard and extended awaited her. Men took turns grabbing handful of her hair and forcing their cocks deep in her mouth. One after another they came in her mouth. She was gagging and gasping but doing her best to meet the challenge. It was 12.30 a.m.
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Soon the men got tired of waiting their turns and one big burly cop took the initiative and shoved her on her back, two of them grabbed her legs and spread them obscenely wide open. And then, in a flash, he slid his cock deep inside of her as her boot-clad legs kicked wildly in the air. Soon she was overwhelmed, fucking and sucking one after another. People would pop by the room to watch and, sometimes, to participate. Walt was home watching TV. It was 1.30 a.m.
She was being totally used an abused. She was a piece of meat, nothing more, and nothing less. Ann and Joanne stood by and smiled as their nemesis was reduced to a sobbing sex object. Her nipples were twisted and pulled, pinched and bitten and fingers probed inside her when cocks didn't.
She was now sobbing hysterically from the abuse. This went on for almost two hours - and she was entered by at least a dozen men -and soon she was so full of cum that it was oozing out of her cunt, covered her face and chest and hardened in her hair. One man actually unloaded his cum in her ear. She lay there on the floor, uttering some unintelligible sounds. Some said she was sighing, some said she was crying, but it was unintelligible. She was well used, all right, and totally out of it. But there was still one virginal hole left to fill, her ass.
Actually it was Joanne who suggested that Cyndi still needed to be ass fucked and went looking for someone to do it. And she soon found him. A black police officer named Ruddy. Ruddy had avoided the scene up to that point and was down in the rec room shooting pool when Joanne came and asked him for a "favor". At first he declined but Joanne begged him and he said that he'd consider it.