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It’s a nice sunny weekday afternoon so you decide to get out and walk around the neighborhood. Since it’s the middle of the day most people are at work and the k**s are in school. The main streets through town are really the only ones with a lot of activity. Sticking to the side streets allows you to enjoy the sunshine and the assorted sounds of nature.
Off in the distance you hear a bell ring. A few minutes later you hear the shrieks and laughs of c***dren. You’ve been enjoying your walk so much that you’ve lost track of time. It must be 3:30pm since school just let out. You need to start back towards home to get dinner started. You’re having a few friends over for dinner and drinks in a few hours.
As you set off towards home you realize that you’re not really sure where you are. You pull your phone out to use a mapping app to ascertain your location. Your phone isn’t receiving any sort of signal so you’re not exactly sure where you are. You see some c***dren down the street. Perhaps they’ll be able to tell you where you are.
As you get nearer to the c***dren you’re able to see that they’re drawing on the sidewalk with large pieces of chalk. You approach them, say hello, and explain your predicament to them. The c***dren only know the names of the surrounding streets which isn’t helpful in figuring out where you are.
You walk to the end of the street hoping that looking down the intersecting street will offer a clue to your location. All you can see is house after house down the entire block. You pull your phone back out to see if you’re cellular connection has resumed. It hasn’t. You hold the phone above your head at arms length and turn about in hope of reestablishing your cellular connection.
You look around to see if you can spot an adult out in their front yard. You don’t see anybody. A white cargo van is coming down the street. You wave at the driver in hopes that he’ll stop and you can ask for directions. Good fortune shines on you like the sun and the driver pulls over to the curb. He rolls down the passenger window as you approach the van.
You explain that you had been out for a walk, lost track of time, and now you aren’t really sure where you are. You tell him that your phone isn’t getting a signal which is why you’re uncertain where you are. The side door of the van opens and a man hops out, places a burlap sack over your head, then pulls you into the van.
You struggle trying to break free. The man slaps your head twice and tells you to shut up and quit struggling or he’ll shut you up for good. You hear four distinct voices; all male. Someone takes the your phone from your hand and you hear one of the men instructing someone to turn the phone off and remove the SIM card.
You feel two sets of hand running a rope or some kind of cord around your body to restrain you. One of the men asks you if you’re scared. They all laugh when you reply yes. One of the men says that they won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to. They just want to take you for a ride and have a little fun with you. You hear one of the other men having a separate conversation. You guess that he’s on the phone with someone as nobody in the van is conversing with him. He says something about getting everyone together in the usual place and that he has a really good one this time.
After what you guess is around 45 minutes the van begins to slow. You can hear the sound of tires running across rock and gravel. Several minutes later the van comes to a complete stop. You hear the side door of the van open and you are pushed out. Two of the men pull you to your feet and guide you into some sort of building. They lead you into a dark room, lay you on a bed, and tell you that trying to escape is fruitless.
You’re left alone in the room - still with the burlap sack over your head and the cord restraining your body - laying on the bed awaiting who knows what. The weight of what’s happening hits you as you lay alone in the silent darkness. You begin to cry as you play out various scenarios in your mind, none of which has a happy ending.
After what seems like a couple of hours a man enters the room and turns a light on. He tells you that he’s going to untie you, but if you attempt to escape that he will harm you. You promise him that you will not try to escape, so he unties you. He also pulls the sack off your head.
It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to adjust to the brightness after being in a pitch dark room for so long. The man is wearing some sort of Halloween mask over his head, so you have no idea what he looks like. He tells you to undress. You hesitate and he tells you that you can undress yourself, or he can do it for you which he assures you you will not like.
You comply and remove your clothing. He tells you to remove your bra and panties. You hesitate again and once again he assures you that you don’t want to let him finish undressing you. You remove your bra and panties and are now standing in the middle of the room completely naked.
The man takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room and into a larger area. You realize that you’re in some sort of warehouse that’s almost completely empty. Most things are against the walls of the building with the exception of a stockade in the center of the warehouse. The man leads you over to the stockade and places your head and hands through it before locking the stockade so you’re unable to escape. The man walks around to the front of the stockade and places an open-mouth gag in your mouth. He tells you that you’re the main attraction of the evening’s festivities, which will be starting shortly.
The man walks away and exits the warehouse, leaving you alone inside. You look around. There are desks and filing cabinets and assorted boxes lining the walls of the warehouse. There’s a rollup door at one end and a couple of regular-size hinged door along each ot the warehouse’s side walls. You can hear multiple male voices outside. You can hear them talking and laughing and whooping.
After ten to fifteen minutes pass the rollup door at the end of the warehouse is raised. Dozens of men - all wearing Halloween masks and boiler suits - enter the warehouse. One is carrying a metal bucket, which he places on the floor just below your head. The men stand in a group nearby. Another man approaches carrying some sort of bag. Each man in the group reaches into the bag and pulls something out. Based on the discussions you overhear you determine that they are drawing numbers.
The man who distributed the numbers tells the men to line up in order of the number they drew. He then announces that the holders of numbers one through five should approach the stockade. He tells the other men that when one of the five finishes that the next person in line will then be able to take his place. There will always be five people at the center of the action and it is up to those five to determine what they do while they’re there. And with that things get underway.
The five men surround you. One of the men unzips his boiler suit as he approaches the front of the stockade. He pulls his cock out and shoves it into your open mouth. Whoops and cheers echo inside the warehouse as the man begins fucking your mouth. Your eyes water and saliva flows from your mouth as the man forcefully thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth.
You feel a pair of hands on your ass and the head of a cock rubbing against your vulva. You scream when the cock is forced into your cunt, ripping you open. You hear one of the men express excitement over hearing you scream. Someone begins whipping your back while you’re being fucked from both ends.
The man fucking your mouth steps back and shoots thick ropes of semen all over your face. Some gets in your open mouth. You can taste the saltiness and the acidity. You hear one of the men declare that you need to have your face cleaned off. He steps forward with his cock in hand and proceeds to unleash a stream of urine aimed at your head. Whoops and holler and laughter fill the warehouse again.
For the next few hours you are violated and subjected to every possible humiliation you can imagine. Your cunt is fucked raw. Your ass is penetrated repeatedly without the use of lube except for errant bits of semen and urine. With your mouth held wide open it acts as a target for piss and cum when it’s not being fucked.
Your body is whipped. Your ass is paddled. Somebody ran some sort of device across your back that tore into the skin and left deep, bloody scratch marks. Your legs were swept out from under you causing you to choke as your lower body crashed to the floor. After the fifth time it happens you are removed from the stockade and left on the floor, which makes it easier for more men to violate you simultaneously.
Men begin teaming up on you in a variety of ways: two cocks in your mouth; two cocks in your cunt; two cocks in your ass; two in your cunt and one in your ass; two in your ass and one in your cunt. All the while your body is whipped and drenched in semen and urine. One particularly well-endowed man fucked your mouth so hard and so deep that you vomited onto the floor. When you refused to lick your vomit up you were slapped across the face. After several slaps failed to entice you into licking up your vomit having your shoulders held down while your head was pulled back and slapped and fucked brought you to your breaking point. Tears streamed down your face as two cocks violated your ass while you used your mouth to clean your vomit from the floor.
After every man had his way with you, some numerous times, you were left to lie on the warehouse floor in a pool of piss and cum and blood and vomit while the men devised new means of abusing and humiliating you.
A speculum was inserted into your asshole. It was used to stretch your ass open enough for multiple fists and cocks to be inserted into your ass. One man slid his cock into your cunt, then pushed his fist into your open ass and stroked himself through the interior lining separating the vagina from the anus. All manner of objects and bodily fluids - urine, semen, saliva, and vomit - were introduced into your gaping ass. Any of these would normally have been the most humiliating and degrading thing that had ever happened to you had you not had to endure something they called The Fudgesicle.
The men were exuberant when The Fudgesicle was brought forth as an unofficial climax to the evening. One of the men walked to a refrigerator along one of the walls and removed The Fudgesicle from the freezer. The Fudgesicle turned out to be a 12-18 inch piece of human feces that had been placed in the freezer until frozen solid. The Fudgesicle was used to fuck your cunt until it melted, at which time a significant chunk of it broke off and remained inside your cunt. Other bits of it were slapped onto your back or shoved into your forced-open mouth.
After The Fudgesicle was used things began to wind down. Most of the men began to leave. The few that remained jerked off onto you, pissed on you, or took photos of your abused body covered in cuts, bruises, and bodily fluids and waste. When only a couple of men remained one brought in a power washer to wash the filth off your body and the warehouse floor.
Eventually you were dragged by the hair to the cargo van and shoved inside. There was no risk of you putting up a fight as any fight you had in you had been beaten out of you hours ago. Four men got into the van. One placed the sack over your head again. You were being driven you presume back to where you were a*****ed from.
After about twenty minutes the sack was removed from your head. You were handed a bag which contained your clothing and your phone. You were told that your phone wouldn’t work because they were keeping the SIM card. The van pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. The side door was opened and you were tossed out. As the van drove away you started putting your clothes on. Your body feels like a collection of aches, cuts, and bruises. Your mouth is sore from being stretched open. There’s a burning in the back of your throat from the variety of fluids you were forced to swallow. Your cunt is aching though nowhere near as much as your poor asshole, which you’re certain maintained permanent physical damage. It definitely feels like it was turned inside-out due to being spread open for the assortment of cocks and fists that entered it.
The first rays of light were peaking over the horizon. You still had no idea where you were or even how far away from town you were. You began walking down the highway hoping that the worst was behind you.
It’s a nice sunny weekday afternoon so you decide to get out and walk around the neighborhood. Since it’s the middle of the day most people are at work and the k**s are in school. The main streets through town are really the only ones with a lot of activity. Sticking to the side streets allows you to enjoy the sunshine and the assorted sounds of nature.
Off in the distance you hear a bell ring. A few minutes later you hear the shrieks and laughs of c***dren. You’ve been enjoying your walk so much that you’ve lost track of time. It must be 3:30pm since school just let out. You need to start back towards home to get dinner started. You’re having a few friends over for dinner and drinks in a few hours.
As you set off towards home you realize that you’re not really sure where you are. You pull your phone out to use a mapping app to ascertain your location. Your phone isn’t receiving any sort of signal so you’re not exactly sure where you are. You see some c***dren down the street. Perhaps they’ll be able to tell you where you are.
As you get nearer to the c***dren you’re able to see that they’re drawing on the sidewalk with large pieces of chalk. You approach them, say hello, and explain your predicament to them. The c***dren only know the names of the surrounding streets which isn’t helpful in figuring out where you are.
You walk to the end of the street hoping that looking down the intersecting street will offer a clue to your location. All you can see is house after house down the entire block. You pull your phone back out to see if you’re cellular connection has resumed. It hasn’t. You hold the phone above your head at arms length and turn about in hope of reestablishing your cellular connection.
You look around to see if you can spot an adult out in their front yard. You don’t see anybody. A white cargo van is coming down the street. You wave at the driver in hopes that he’ll stop and you can ask for directions. Good fortune shines on you like the sun and the driver pulls over to the curb. He rolls down the passenger window as you approach the van.
You explain that you had been out for a walk, lost track of time, and now you aren’t really sure where you are. You tell him that your phone isn’t getting a signal which is why you’re uncertain where you are. The side door of the van opens and a man hops out, places a burlap sack over your head, then pulls you into the van.
You struggle trying to break free. The man slaps your head twice and tells you to shut up and quit struggling or he’ll shut you up for good. You hear four distinct voices; all male. Someone takes the your phone from your hand and you hear one of the men instructing someone to turn the phone off and remove the SIM card.
You feel two sets of hand running a rope or some kind of cord around your body to restrain you. One of the men asks you if you’re scared. They all laugh when you reply yes. One of the men says that they won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to. They just want to take you for a ride and have a little fun with you. You hear one of the other men having a separate conversation. You guess that he’s on the phone with someone as nobody in the van is conversing with him. He says something about getting everyone together in the usual place and that he has a really good one this time.
After what you guess is around 45 minutes the van begins to slow. You can hear the sound of tires running across rock and gravel. Several minutes later the van comes to a complete stop. You hear the side door of the van open and you are pushed out. Two of the men pull you to your feet and guide you into some sort of building. They lead you into a dark room, lay you on a bed, and tell you that trying to escape is fruitless.
You’re left alone in the room - still with the burlap sack over your head and the cord restraining your body - laying on the bed awaiting who knows what. The weight of what’s happening hits you as you lay alone in the silent darkness. You begin to cry as you play out various scenarios in your mind, none of which has a happy ending.
After what seems like a couple of hours a man enters the room and turns a light on. He tells you that he’s going to untie you, but if you attempt to escape that he will harm you. You promise him that you will not try to escape, so he unties you. He also pulls the sack off your head.
It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to adjust to the brightness after being in a pitch dark room for so long. The man is wearing some sort of Halloween mask over his head, so you have no idea what he looks like. He tells you to undress. You hesitate and he tells you that you can undress yourself, or he can do it for you which he assures you you will not like.
You comply and remove your clothing. He tells you to remove your bra and panties. You hesitate again and once again he assures you that you don’t want to let him finish undressing you. You remove your bra and panties and are now standing in the middle of the room completely naked.
The man takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room and into a larger area. You realize that you’re in some sort of warehouse that’s almost completely empty. Most things are against the walls of the building with the exception of a stockade in the center of the warehouse. The man leads you over to the stockade and places your head and hands through it before locking the stockade so you’re unable to escape. The man walks around to the front of the stockade and places an open-mouth gag in your mouth. He tells you that you’re the main attraction of the evening’s festivities, which will be starting shortly.
The man walks away and exits the warehouse, leaving you alone inside. You look around. There are desks and filing cabinets and assorted boxes lining the walls of the warehouse. There’s a rollup door at one end and a couple of regular-size hinged door along each ot the warehouse’s side walls. You can hear multiple male voices outside. You can hear them talking and laughing and whooping.
After ten to fifteen minutes pass the rollup door at the end of the warehouse is raised. Dozens of men - all wearing Halloween masks and boiler suits - enter the warehouse. One is carrying a metal bucket, which he places on the floor just below your head. The men stand in a group nearby. Another man approaches carrying some sort of bag. Each man in the group reaches into the bag and pulls something out. Based on the discussions you overhear you determine that they are drawing numbers.
The man who distributed the numbers tells the men to line up in order of the number they drew. He then announces that the holders of numbers one through five should approach the stockade. He tells the other men that when one of the five finishes that the next person in line will then be able to take his place. There will always be five people at the center of the action and it is up to those five to determine what they do while they’re there. And with that things get underway.
The five men surround you. One of the men unzips his boiler suit as he approaches the front of the stockade. He pulls his cock out and shoves it into your open mouth. Whoops and cheers echo inside the warehouse as the man begins fucking your mouth. Your eyes water and saliva flows from your mouth as the man forcefully thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth.
You feel a pair of hands on your ass and the head of a cock rubbing against your vulva. You scream when the cock is forced into your cunt, ripping you open. You hear one of the men express excitement over hearing you scream. Someone begins whipping your back while you’re being fucked from both ends.
The man fucking your mouth steps back and shoots thick ropes of semen all over your face. Some gets in your open mouth. You can taste the saltiness and the acidity. You hear one of the men declare that you need to have your face cleaned off. He steps forward with his cock in hand and proceeds to unleash a stream of urine aimed at your head. Whoops and holler and laughter fill the warehouse again.
It’s a nice sunny weekday afternoon so you decide to get out and walk around the neighborhood. Since it’s the middle of the day most people are at work and the k**s are in school. The main streets through town are really the only ones with a lot of activity. Sticking to the side streets allows you to enjoy the sunshine and the assorted sounds of nature.
Off in the distance you hear a bell ring. A few minutes later you hear the shrieks and laughs of c***dren. You’ve been enjoying your walk so much that you’ve lost track of time. It must be 3:30pm since school just let out. You need to start back towards home to get dinner started. You’re having a few friends over for dinner and drinks in a few hours.
As you set off towards home you realize that you’re not really sure where you are. You pull your phone out to use a mapping app to ascertain your location. Your phone isn’t receiving any sort of signal so you’re not exactly sure where you are. You see some c***dren down the street. Perhaps they’ll be able to tell you where you are.
As you get nearer to the c***dren you’re able to see that they’re drawing on the sidewalk with large pieces of chalk. You approach them, say hello, and explain your predicament to them. The c***dren only know the names of the surrounding streets which isn’t helpful in figuring out where you are.
You walk to the end of the street hoping that looking down the intersecting street will offer a clue to your location. All you can see is house after house down the entire block. You pull your phone back out to see if you’re cellular connection has resumed. It hasn’t. You hold the phone above your head at arms length and turn about in hope of reestablishing your cellular connection.
You look around to see if you can spot an adult out in their front yard. You don’t see anybody. A white cargo van is coming down the street. You wave at the driver in hopes that he’ll stop and you can ask for directions. Good fortune shines on you like the sun and the driver pulls over to the curb. He rolls down the passenger window as you approach the van.
You explain that you had been out for a walk, lost track of time, and now you aren’t really sure where you are. You tell him that your phone isn’t getting a signal which is why you’re uncertain where you are. The side door of the van opens and a man hops out, places a burlap sack over your head, then pulls you into the van.
You struggle trying to break free. The man slaps your head twice and tells you to shut up and quit struggling or he’ll shut you up for good. You hear four distinct voices; all male. Someone takes the your phone from your hand and you hear one of the men instructing someone to turn the phone off and remove the SIM card.
You feel two sets of hand running a rope or some kind of cord around your body to restrain you. One of the men asks you if you’re scared. They all laugh when you reply yes. One of the men says that they won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to. They just want to take you for a ride and have a little fun with you. You hear one of the other men having a separate conversation. You guess that he’s on the phone with someone as nobody in the van is conversing with him. He says something about getting everyone together in the usual place and that he has a really good one this time.
After what you guess is around 45 minutes the van begins to slow. You can hear the sound of tires running across rock and gravel. Several minutes later the van comes to a complete stop. You hear the side door of the van open and you are pushed out. Two of the men pull you to your feet and guide you into some sort of building. They lead you into a dark room, lay you on a bed, and tell you that trying to escape is fruitless.
You’re left alone in the room - still with the burlap sack over your head and the cord restraining your body - laying on the bed awaiting who knows what. The weight of what’s happening hits you as you lay alone in the silent darkness. You begin to cry as you play out various scenarios in your mind, none of which has a happy ending.
After what seems like a couple of hours a man enters the room and turns a light on. He tells you that he’s going to untie you, but if you attempt to escape that he will harm you. You promise him that you will not try to escape, so he unties you. He also pulls the sack off your head.
It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to adjust to the brightness after being in a pitch dark room for so long. The man is wearing some sort of Halloween mask over his head, so you have no idea what he looks like. He tells you to undress. You hesitate and he tells you that you can undress yourself, or he can do it for you which he assures you you will not like.
You comply and remove your clothing. He tells you to remove your bra and panties. You hesitate again and once again he assures you that you don’t want to let him finish undressing you. You remove your bra and panties and are now standing in the middle of the room completely naked.
The man takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room and into a larger area. You realize that you’re in some sort of warehouse that’s almost completely empty. Most things are against the walls of the building with the exception of a stockade in the center of the warehouse. The man leads you over to the stockade and places your head and hands through it before locking the stockade so you’re unable to escape. The man walks around to the front of the stockade and places an open-mouth gag in your mouth. He tells you that you’re the main attraction of the evening’s festivities, which will be starting shortly.
The man walks away and exits the warehouse, leaving you alone inside. You look around. There are desks and filing cabinets and assorted boxes lining the walls of the warehouse. There’s a rollup door at one end and a couple of regular-size hinged door along each ot the warehouse’s side walls. You can hear multiple male voices outside. You can hear them talking and laughing and whooping.
After ten to fifteen minutes pass the rollup door at the end of the warehouse is raised. Dozens of men - all wearing Halloween masks and boiler suits - enter the warehouse. One is carrying a metal bucket, which he places on the floor just below your head. The men stand in a group nearby. Another man approaches carrying some sort of bag. Each man in the group reaches into the bag and pulls something out. Based on the discussions you overhear you determine that they are drawing numbers.
The man who distributed the numbers tells the men to line up in order of the number they drew. He then announces that the holders of numbers one through five should approach the stockade. He tells the other men that when one of the five finishes that the next person in line will then be able to take his place. There will always be five people at the center of the action and it is up to those five to determine what they do while they’re there. And with that things get underway.
The five men surround you. One of the men unzips his boiler suit as he approaches the front of the stockade. He pulls his cock out and shoves it into your open mouth. Whoops and cheers echo inside the warehouse as the man begins fucking your mouth. Your eyes water and saliva flows from your mouth as the man forcefully thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth.
You feel a pair of hands on your ass and the head of a cock rubbing against your vulva. You scream when the cock is forced into your cunt, ripping you open. You hear one of the men express excitement over hearing you scream. Someone begins whipping your back while you’re being fucked from both ends.
The man fucking your mouth steps back and shoots thick ropes of semen all over your face. Some gets in your open mouth. You can taste the saltiness and the acidity. You hear one of the men declare that you need to have your face cleaned off. He steps forward with his cock in hand and proceeds to unleash a stream of urine aimed at your head. Whoops and holler and laughter fill the warehouse again.
For the next few hours you are violated and subjected to every possible humiliation you can imagine. Your cunt is fucked raw. Your ass is penetrated repeatedly without the use of lube except for errant bits of semen and urine. With your mouth held wide open it acts as a target for piss and cum when it’s not being fucked.
Your body is whipped. Your ass is paddled. Somebody ran some sort of device across your back that tore into the skin and left deep, bloody scratch marks. Your legs were swept out from under you causing you to choke as your lower body crashed to the floor. After the fifth time it happens you are removed from the stockade and left on the floor, which makes it easier for more men to violate you simultaneously.
Men begin teaming up on you in a variety of ways: two cocks in your mouth; two cocks in your cunt; two cocks in your ass; two in your cunt and one in your ass; two in your ass and one in your cunt. All the while your body is whipped and drenched in semen and urine. One particularly well-endowed man fucked your mouth so hard and so deep that you vomited onto the floor. When you refused to lick your vomit up you were slapped across the face. After several slaps failed to entice you into licking up your vomit having your shoulders held down while your head was pulled back and slapped and fucked brought you to your breaking point. Tears streamed down your face as two cocks violated your ass while you used your mouth to clean your vomit from the floor.
After every man had his way with you, some numerous times, you were left to lie on the warehouse floor in a pool of piss and cum and blood and vomit while the men devised new means of abusing and humiliating you.
A speculum was inserted into your asshole. It was used to stretch your ass open enough for multiple fists and cocks to be inserted into your ass. One man slid his cock into your cunt, then pushed his fist into your open ass and stroked himself through the interior lining separating the vagina from the anus. All manner of objects and bodily fluids - urine, semen, saliva, and vomit - were introduced into your gaping ass. Any of these would normally have been the most humiliating and degrading thing that had ever happened to you had you not had to endure something they called The Fudgesicle.
The men were exuberant when The Fudgesicle was brought forth as an unofficial climax to the evening. One of the men walked to a refrigerator along one of the walls and removed The Fudgesicle from the freezer. The Fudgesicle turned out to be a 12-18 inch piece of human feces that had been placed in the freezer until frozen solid. The Fudgesicle was used to fuck your cunt until it melted, at which time a significant chunk of it broke off and remained inside your cunt. Other bits of it were slapped onto your back or shoved into your forced-open mouth.
After The Fudgesicle was used things began to wind down. Most of the men began to leave. The few that remained jerked off onto you, pissed on you, or took photos of your abused body covered in cuts, bruises, and bodily fluids and waste. When only a couple of men remained one brought in a power washer to wash the filth off your body and the warehouse floor.
Eventually you were dragged by the hair to the cargo van and shoved inside. There was no risk of you putting up a fight as any fight you had in you had been beaten out of you hours ago. Four men got into the van. One placed the sack over your head again. You were being driven you presume back to where you were a*****ed from.
After about twenty minutes the sack was removed from your head. You were handed a bag which contained your clothing and your phone. You were told that your phone wouldn’t work because they were keeping the SIM card. The van pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. The side door was opened and you were tossed out. As the van drove away you started putting your clothes on. Your body feels like a collection of aches, cuts, and bruises. Your mouth is sore from being stretched open. There’s a burning in the back of your throat from the variety of fluids you were forced to swallow. Your cunt is aching though nowhere near as much as your poor asshole, which you’re certain maintained permanent physical damage. It definitely feels like it was turned inside-out due to being spread open for the assortment of cocks and fists that entered it.
The first rays of light were peaking over the horizon. You still had no idea where you were or even how far away from town you were. You began walking down the highway hoping that the worst was behind you.
It’s a nice sunny weekday afternoon so you decide to get out and walk around the neighborhood. Since it’s the middle of the day most people are at work and the k**s are in school. The main streets through town are really the only ones with a lot of activity. Sticking to the side streets allows you to enjoy the sunshine and the assorted sounds of nature.
Off in the distance you hear a bell ring. A few minutes later you hear the shrieks and laughs of c***dren. You’ve been enjoying your walk so much that you’ve lost track of time. It must be 3:30pm since school just let out. You need to start back towards home to get dinner started. You’re having a few friends over for dinner and drinks in a few hours.
As you set off towards home you realize that you’re not really sure where you are. You pull your phone out to use a mapping app to ascertain your location. Your phone isn’t receiving any sort of signal so you’re not exactly sure where you are. You see some c***dren down the street. Perhaps they’ll be able to tell you where you are.
As you get nearer to the c***dren you’re able to see that they’re drawing on the sidewalk with large pieces of chalk. You approach them, say hello, and explain your predicament to them. The c***dren only know the names of the surrounding streets which isn’t helpful in figuring out where you are.
You walk to the end of the street hoping that looking down the intersecting street will offer a clue to your location. All you can see is house after house down the entire block. You pull your phone back out to see if you’re cellular connection has resumed. It hasn’t. You hold the phone above your head at arms length and turn about in hope of reestablishing your cellular connection.
You look around to see if you can spot an adult out in their front yard. You don’t see anybody. A white cargo van is coming down the street. You wave at the driver in hopes that he’ll stop and you can ask for directions. Good fortune shines on you like the sun and the driver pulls over to the curb. He rolls down the passenger window as you approach the van.
You explain that you had been out for a walk, lost track of time, and now you aren’t really sure where you are. You tell him that your phone isn’t getting a signal which is why you’re uncertain where you are. The side door of the van opens and a man hops out, places a burlap sack over your head, then pulls you into the van.
You struggle trying to break free. The man slaps your head twice and tells you to shut up and quit struggling or he’ll shut you up for good. You hear four distinct voices; all male. Someone takes the your phone from your hand and you hear one of the men instructing someone to turn the phone off and remove the SIM card.
You feel two sets of hand running a rope or some kind of cord around your body to restrain you. One of the men asks you if you’re scared. They all laugh when you reply yes. One of the men says that they won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to. They just want to take you for a ride and have a little fun with you. You hear one of the other men having a separate conversation. You guess that he’s on the phone with someone as nobody in the van is conversing with him. He says something about getting everyone together in the usual place and that he has a really good one this time.
After what you guess is around 45 minutes the van begins to slow. You can hear the sound of tires running across rock and gravel. Several minutes later the van comes to a complete stop. You hear the side door of the van open and you are pushed out. Two of the men pull you to your feet and guide you into some sort of building. They lead you into a dark room, lay you on a bed, and tell you that trying to escape is fruitless.
You’re left alone in the room - still with the burlap sack over your head and the cord restraining your body - laying on the bed awaiting who knows what. The weight of what’s happening hits you as you lay alone in the silent darkness. You begin to cry as you play out various scenarios in your mind, none of which has a happy ending.
After what seems like a couple of hours a man enters the room and turns a light on. He tells you that he’s going to untie you, but if you attempt to escape that he will harm you. You promise him that you will not try to escape, so he unties you. He also pulls the sack off your head.
It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to adjust to the brightness after being in a pitch dark room for so long. The man is wearing some sort of Halloween mask over his head, so you have no idea what he looks like. He tells you to undress. You hesitate and he tells you that you can undress yourself, or he can do it for you which he assures you you will not like.
You comply and remove your clothing. He tells you to remove your bra and panties. You hesitate again and once again he assures you that you don’t want to let him finish undressing you. You remove your bra and panties and are now standing in the middle of the room completely naked.
The man takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room and into a larger area. You realize that you’re in some sort of warehouse that’s almost completely empty. Most things are against the walls of the building with the exception of a stockade in the center of the warehouse. The man leads you over to the stockade and places your head and hands through it before locking the stockade so you’re unable to escape. The man walks around to the front of the stockade and places an open-mouth gag in your mouth. He tells you that you’re the main attraction of the evening’s festivities, which will be starting shortly.
The man walks away and exits the warehouse, leaving you alone inside. You look around. There are desks and filing cabinets and assorted boxes lining the walls of the warehouse. There’s a rollup door at one end and a couple of regular-size hinged door along each ot the warehouse’s side walls. You can hear multiple male voices outside. You can hear them talking and laughing and whooping.
After ten to fifteen minutes pass the rollup door at the end of the warehouse is raised. Dozens of men - all wearing Halloween masks and boiler suits - enter the warehouse. One is carrying a metal bucket, which he places on the floor just below your head. The men stand in a group nearby. Another man approaches carrying some sort of bag. Each man in the group reaches into the bag and pulls something out. Based on the discussions you overhear you determine that they are drawing numbers.
The man who distributed the numbers tells the men to line up in order of the number they drew. He then announces that the holders of numbers one through five should approach the stockade. He tells the other men that when one of the five finishes that the next person in line will then be able to take his place. There will always be five people at the center of the action and it is up to those five to determine what they do while they’re there. And with that things get underway.
The five men surround you. One of the men unzips his boiler suit as he approaches the front of the stockade. He pulls his cock out and shoves it into your open mouth. Whoops and cheers echo inside the warehouse as the man begins fucking your mouth. Your eyes water and saliva flows from your mouth as the man forcefully thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth.
You feel a pair of hands on your ass and the head of a cock rubbing against your vulva. You scream when the cock is forced into your cunt, ripping you open. You hear one of the men express excitement over hearing you scream. Someone begins whipping your back while you’re being fucked from both ends.
The man fucking your mouth steps back and shoots thick ropes of semen all over your face. Some gets in your open mouth. You can taste the saltiness and the acidity. You hear one of the men declare that you need to have your face cleaned off. He steps forward with his cock in hand and proceeds to unleash a stream of urine aimed at your head. Whoops and holler and laughter fill the warehouse again.
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