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Call me Melissa. I'm 23 with medium length red hair and a 34D-24-32 body. I'm 5'5" and 118 lbs. I work as a cocktail waitress at night and usually walk home late at night and alone. The bar I work in has a caveman motif and my uniform is high black heels, black, thigh high nylons, a short yellow skirt which is basically just a piece of cloth tied around my waist which shows the top of my nylons and when I bend over, my purple g-string. I live in the city and the streets are usually deserted by the time I get off work. I wear a long coat when I walk home to cover the short skirt, black tights and low cut blouse that I have to wear for work. I'm always worried walking home so late alone, but I don't have any choice.
The bar I work at closed for remodelling a few months ago. We were closed for a week and I had no plans other than to relax at home for the week and not be bothered by anyone. It had been a long night at the bar. There had been this one customer who I had never seen in the bar before who had kept telling me how beautiful I was and how perfect my legs and ass were and how he loved the way my tits were pushing up out of my tight blouse. He drove me nuts hitting on me like this all night. As the night had gone on he started telling me that he made " films" and that he wanted me to be in one. I finally told him to fuck off and cut him off from any more drinks.
It was particularly late that night when I got off work for the week and I was exhausted and just concentrating on getting home, looking at the ground in front of me as I walked and not paying attention to my surroundings. I had made the walk so many times that I could do it with my eyes shut. That's when it happened. It still bothers me to think about it and it forever changed my sex life.
I was passing an alley and didn't see the van parked just inside the alley. Just as I was passing the alley I was hit hard where my shoulder meets my neck from behind. I fell to the ground almost unconscious. He grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth and putting a knife to my throat after holding it up in front of my face. I wanted to scream, but I was too terrified to even struggle, never mind scream. He pulled me into the van and punched me until I was unconscious. I don't know how long I was out for. When I came to I was blindfolded, my wrists were tied behind my back to my feet up between my legs and up to my neck and I was gagged. The rope around my neck was tied in a slip knot so if I struggled I choked myself and it dug deep into my crotch, giving me a rope burn on my pussy. I was scared to death. I could tell we were moving.
After a long time the van stopped. I heard the sliding door open and I was picked up by the rope. It dug hard between my legs and I tried to scream, but it was choking me and I couldn't. I was carried into a building and thrown onto a bed. I heard a door close and lock and I could hear things being moved around but couldn't tell what was going on.
Then the voice whispered in my ear, " This room is soundproof. If you scream no one will hear you and I'll punish you for it." The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. They took off the gag and I breathed heavy and fast to catch up for lost breaths. I could hear them walking around the bed and I heard clothes rustling. Then I heard something that sounded like a VCR being turned on.
I heard them walk back to the bed and they grabbed my face. " We're gonna have fun......lots of fun.....like you never had before..." and I felt a hand between my legs, sliding along side the rope that was digging into me through my g-string, " yeah, lots of fun....."
" Please don't.....don't hurt me..." I pleaded.
" Oh, not yet, that's later...." the voice replied. Now I was even more scared. They caressed my cheek, then I felt something else touching my face. It left a wet streak on my cheek and I knew what it was. They touched it to my lips and I jerked away.
" Don't....please stop....." They grabbed the rope around my throat and tightened it, making me gasp for air, opening my mouth wider. That's when they stuck it in. It seemed huge and filled my throat until I felt a body pushing against my face, shoving it all the way in. I gagged but they just held it in. I felt like I couldn't breathe and started to cry. They started sliding it in and out, gagging me each time they pushed. I struggled hard to pull away and managed to get it out of my mouth long enough to gasp for air. Then I felt a hard slap across my face.
" So you need convincing! Ok we'll just teach you a lesson then! Let's see how you like this!" I felt my blouse being torn open and my bra being ripped apart, exposing my breasts. Then I felt them licking and sucking on my breasts until I felt something clamp down on one of my nipples. It was excruciating and I screamed from the pain. " So you wanna make noise? I told you not to scream....." and I felt the other nipple get clamped. They slapped my face hard with their still wet dick.
" Still don't wanna suck it?" and they grabbed the rope around my neck again, shoving it down my throat again.
As they slid it in and out, they started pulling and flicking the clamps on my nipples, then yanked hard on the rope between my legs, nearly cutting me in half. They pounded in and out of my mouth, inflicting pain on my nipples and pussy the whole time. It took forever, at least half an hour. They pulled my hair like a handle for my head and every once in a while would pull out of my mouth to beat my face with their dick. Then they would slap my tits, my face and pull the pussy rope, leaving me rope burned in my pussy and between my thighs. Then I could feel it building in the cock deep in my throat as they started to cum. They shot the first load all the way into my stomach, it felt like gallons. Then they pulled out and came all over my face, neck and tits. I tried to spit it out. They grabbed my chin and held my mouth shut.
" Oh no...you swallow what I give you...." and they pinched my nose shut so I couldn't breathe. Then they rubbed the cum from my breasts and neck up and down on my throat, forcing me to swallow. Once I swallowed they stood up and began beating my face with their dick again, slapping me with it like a rubber stick, leaving welts all over my face.
I laid on the bed covered in cum shaking, crying, whimpering. " pleasssee stopppppppp......pleeeeeease......"
" Oh, but that was just the first scene, we've barely started." That's when I recognized the voice. It was the man from the bar, which meant that the VCR sound I heard must have been a video camera. The terrifying realization hit me that he was filming himself raping me.
" Why are you doing this to me?" I asked through my sobs.
" Because it sells for big money bitch. You had your chance to be a star voluntarily, now we do it my way. This could have been fun for you, too bad. But, this is bigger money when I'm done with you, big bucks"
" Please let me go....please..." I sobbed.
" Oh not yet, we have lots of time, you don't have to be back at work for a week and I have a movie to make." He leaned down close to my ear and said, " Tell me, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" I just let out a whimper and started to cry. " Fine, we'll just have to test your limits." He jumped up and said " don't go anywhere" in a mocking tone and I heard the door shut. It was a long time before he came back, I couldn't tell how long, but the cum had dried on my face, neck and breasts.
" Ready for round two?" he flicked at the nipple clamps he had left on me. My nipples felt almost numb until he touched them, then the pain returned even worse and I let out a little scream, then breathed in quickly so as not to make him mad.
" Good, you're learning......What shall we do this scene eh? I have a list of six things we're gonna do and you get to pick, in a way." He cut my wrists loose from the rest of my body and brought them around to the front, then tied them together again. My ankles were still tied together and were still tied to my throat and between my legs. He took my hand and put something in it, a small cube. " Roll the dice bitch and we'll see what you get to do next."
" Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about this, please."
Slap! across my face knocking me to the bed. " Roll the dice bitch!" I let the die fall from my hand. " Six!" he exclaimed " well, right to the top!"
He grabbed me by the rope, again giving me a rope burn between my legs and choking me. He positioned me on the bed, then cut my ankles apart. Then he tied each leg to its own rope and pulled my legs almost straight up so that only my neck and head were still touching the bed. I was suspended upside down with my legs spread far apart.
He stuck a knife under the rope that was against my pussy, sliding it up and down the length of my pussy before he cut the rope. Then he grabbed my g-string and tore it off me, leaving welts where it tore. With my legs spread far apart he started whipping my inner thighs, pussy and ass with a leather whip. It stung badly and I could tell he was leaving marks. Then he licked up and down my thighs, stopping at my pussy for a while, then sticking his tongue up my ass. I pleaded with him to stop, but he just hit me with the whip wherever he was licking when I said anything.
Then he said, " Ok cocktail waitress, time for me to bring you a drink." I had no idea what he meant. I heard something that sounded like a liquor bottle opening. Then he grabbed my legs and pulled them even farther apart.
I felt something sliding up and down the crack of my ass, then he spread my cheeks really far apart, so much it felt like he was ripping my ass open. Then I felt it go in, a tube of some kind at least an inch in diameter. I screamed and tried to squirm away but he just hit me square on the pussy with the whip harder than ever. He shoved the tube deep into my ass, I could feel it in my stomach.
" Yeah, you like that don't you bitch....." he shoved it in and out, tearing my hole as he did it with no lubricant at all. Then I felt a rush of liquid running into me through the tube. It filled my anal cavity and washed all through me, I could feel it climbing up inside me, washing through my body. " Have a drink on me.." he snickered. Then I felt the burning inside me.
" What did you do?" I asked terrified, " what was that? I said starting to panic.
" Oh I just made you a little drink. You like whiskey don't you? You just drank a pint of it.." he laughed. " you just hang there and let that take effect, then we'll play another round of dice." and he slapped me hard on the ass, then my pussy. I didn't know what to do, he had just put a pint of whiskey into my ass and it burned. I could feel it entering my blood stream and started to feel the effects of the alcohol. It only took a few minutes before I was completely drunk, my head was spinning. I heard him come back and he cut me down but held my ass up in the air. I felt his tongue in my ass again. He started to let me down with his tongue in my ass until I was sitting on his face. He sucked at my asshole and I felt some of the whiskey shoot into his mouth.
" Mmmmm, that's good whiskey." I could tell that it was all over his face as another load of the juice leaked out of me. Then he turned me over and pressed his mouth to mine, spewing my ass whiskey into my mouth. I spit it in his face because I couldn't stand the taste. He jumped up and started slapping me hard, all over my body, with his hands and the whip. He beat me for several minutes.
" Roll the dice again!" and he slapped me hard across both of my still clamped breasts. I just dropped the die again. " Ah, so you want the pussy of a little girl, smooth and hairless...."
He ran his hand up and down my pussy, sliding his finger in and out, then grabbed at my pussy hair and ripped out a handful. This was the most painful thing yet and I let out an anguished scream. He pinned my shoulders to the bed, sitting on my chest and shoved his cock into my mouth.
" Shut up bitch! If I wanna hear anything out of your mouth I'll cum in it and listen to you swallow!" He picked me up and carried me to a post where he tied my hands above my head to some sort of hook. Then he grabbed one leg and stretched it way out to one side and tied it to something to keep it there, then he did the same with the other leg so that I was suspended with my legs stretched as far apart as they would go. My leg muscles were tearing from the stretch and I was really spinning from the alcohol now. I felt limp. Then I felt the electric clippers shaving the hair from my pussy. After that the razor shaving me clean.
" That's a good little clean shaven girl" I slumped my head forward trying to keep my senses as the alcohol was nearly making me black out.
He put the die in my mouth and said " Roll again!" I spit it out.
" Four! Ooooh, you like showers do you....." He cut me down and threw me on the floor, pulling my hands down under my back. He straddled my chest and tapped at my mouth with his cock. I was too drunk to struggle and opened my mouth. He started mouth fucking me, pulling out and fucking my tits hard, holding them together around his cock by the clamps, ravaging my chest, then shoving it back down my throat. He rubbed his cock and balls softly over my face and I could feel that he was lightly stroking himself as if urging something to happen. He let out a breath and I felt it wash over my whole face. He was pissing all over my face and tits.
I could feel it running all over my body and down my sides. Then he came back to mouth and I tried to turn away but he forced himself into my mouth and pissed down my throat. When he pulled out I was gagging on his piss, the warm salty taste permeating my mouth and running down my cheeks into my hair, ears and down my neck.
He put the die in between my tits and said " Roll again" I heaved my chest up so the die would move. " Five! Heh heh heh" he sneered in an evil tone.
He shoved several fingers in my pussy and one up my ass and lifted me off the floor pushing my face back into the post. Again he tied my hands above my head, this time facing the pole. He walked away for a minute then came back and set something heavy down, like a bag of stuff. He reached around and ripped the nipple clamps off, then put one on my clit. The pain was terrible and I started to cry. Then I felt the sting of a much longer whip across my ass. I collapsed from the pain.
" Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" he counted off as he beat my ass nearly bloody. Some of the stings were to my inner thighs and once he cracked it right up between my legs stinging my pussy like a knife. Then he stopped and rubbed my pussy.
" Oh, does that help?" he whined, shoving in four fingers at once.
Then he got down between my legs and started to lick my pussy, tugging on the clamp on my clit. After all I had been through, this actually felt good, comparatively, and I hoped that he would just do this for a while, rather than some other horrible torture. But he stopped. He spun me around and grabbed hard at my tits. Then he tied a rope around both of them, pulling them together and cutting off the circulation in my tits. Then I felt the whip again, right across both breasts. Five times he hit me, cracking on my left nipple directly once. I could tell he had drawn blood when he hit the nipple because I could feel it running down my tit. He lit a cigarette and went back to licking my pussy. Again I was happy that he wasn't beating me and almost enjoyed the pleasure of not feeling pain for a moment. He pulled my lips far apart and licked deep inside me as I let myself feel good for a moment. Then I heard the sizzle of his cigarette going out inside me. It burned bad and I jumped up and down at the pain wishing it would just stop. The alcohol had really set in now and I was barely awake anymore, like a bad dream. I felt something cold on my breasts, cold and hard, frozen but cock shaped.
"Here baby, let me cool that off for you," and he shoved the frozen object deep into my pussy. The cold helped the burning I was feeling inside me. He pulled it out and said " Oh wait a minute, I forgot the best part."
This time when it went in me it felt rough, like it was covered with hard bumps, some sort of condom with big stiff bumps all over it, like gravel. He rammed it in and out of me extremely fast, tearing my inner walls with every thrust. I was getting raw inside very fast and again I was suffering in pain. He grabbed my left leg and brought my knee up to my face, then tied it to my neck so I was doing the splits standing up. Then he started in again with the frozen thing and its nubs. This time he started licking around it as he fucked me with it. I was reeling from the booze he had pumped into me earlier and couldn't have kept my balance if he hadn't held me up. I couldn't hold my head straight anymore, either from the booze or the torture or the sheer terror I was experiencing. He pulled out the frozen thing and shoved something else inside me.
" Roll again" he said. I realized it was the die that he had stuck in me. I pushed it out with what little strength I had left in my pussy after the savage fucking I had just received. I heard it fall to the floor.
" Three! So you like it in your ass eh? Good, we can do that."
" No....." I tried to talk, but my words were slurring.
He took me down from the post and tied me face down on the bed with my legs doing the splits. He put a pillow under my stomach to poise my ass high in the air. I felt his tongue darting around my pussy from behind. Then I felt it reaching up my ass.
" Please......." I whispered, unable to do anything more.
" Please what? Please stick my dick in your ass? Ok." and he rammed it in like he was driving a nail. He was long and thick and it felt like my stomach would burst from him. I could feel it in my back, too, pressing against my spine. He pushed in all the way and held it, throbbing deep inside me. I felt him touch my pussy with something. Then he shoved hard and filled my pussy with it. It pressed against his cock already deep in my ass and I felt like I was going to explode, or tear apart. Then the huge thing in my pussy started vibrating hard and fast.
" You like that bitch?" It was vibrating against my already sore inner walls and felt like salt on an open wound. I could barely move anymore from being stretched and tied in so many directions. I buried my face in the bed and cried quietly so I wouldn't make him mad. He started fucking my ass again with long hard strokes, each one feeling like it went deeper into my anal cavity, tearing at my insides, making my stomach well up into my throat. He fucked me this way for hours, stopping before he came to beat my ass with the whip and shove the vibrator deeper into my pussy, tearing my cervix.
Sometimes he would untie one leg and roll me over shoving his ass slicked dick into my mouth saying " Lick it clean so I can do it again...."
Then he would tie me back and fuck me harder. He stopped for a minute and I could hear rubber snapping. Then I knew what it was. He had taken the rubber off the frozen thing and put it on his dick. I felt it when he first started to put it in and I tried to squirm away, knowing how it had torn my pussy walls up so badly. But he grabbed my still tied tits and yanked hard on them, hurting so bad that I just cried and went limp under him. He pinched at my nipples and yanked hard away leaving them hurting for a long time.
Then he shoved it in my ass with more force than before and I felt something rip as he did it. I buried my face and screamed into the bed as he ravaged my ass with the sadistic condom. Then he pulled out and pulled off the condom, shoving his dick back in my ass up to my throat it seemed. He fucked me harder than ever, shoving the vibrator deeper and deeper into my pussy practically into my uterus. He fucked me hard and fast for a long time this way, then while he was reaming my ass, he untied my legs and without even pulling out of me turned me over still fucking as hard as ever and biting my still tied breasts hard.
Then he started to cum. He let loose one load up my ass and it shot up deep inside me filling me with a warm feeling. Then he pulled out and shoved it in my mouth, grabbing my head and fucking my face frantically until he spewed down my throat, in my face and on my tits. He rubbed his wet dick all over me while he fingered my ass and continued to fuck my pussy with the vibrator.
He tied my arms and legs apart spread eagle and suspended about six inches off the bed. I could feel his cum draining out of my ass, dripping out of me, the rest of it drying all over my face and chest. I hung there for at least an hour before he came back.
" Ok bitch tell me which pain you liked best and we'll do it again" I just sobbed, beaten, raped and humiliated. " What's that you say? You like my cock in your ass?"
" Nooo......" I whimpered, " please not again...."
" Oh, you don't want my cock up your ass?"
" No, please don't...." I begged, crying and sobbing.
" Are you sure?"
" Pleeeeeassee......don't"
" Ok, your choice." I heard him fumbling with something, then I felt it. Something huge pressing against me. I was terrified.
" Wha...what's that, no please don'''" and he shoved it in. It was twice the size of his cock it seemed and my already torn asshole spread even farther when he rammed it deep into my anal canal. It filled me up so much I almost puked. Then I felt his cock pushing its way into my raw pussy walls. He held it there a second, then I felt something else being shoved into my pussy, a small vibrator, maybe one inch in diameter, pressing itself between his cock and my ravaged pussy walls, pressing against the huge thing in my ass. He fucked and fucked me like this forever until he finally came all over me again. Then he pulled everything out of me all at once making my pussy snap shut. My ass on the other hand felt like it had been stretched to the point that it would never close, although it did a while later.
" Alright bitch, I'm tired" he said as he stood up and left the room. This time he left me tied spread eagle to the bed, tied down really tight. " I'll be back tomorrow for more."
This went on for a full week and as time went by I started to enjoy the brief times when it felt good and I became more submissive when there was pain. By the end of the week he was calling me his well trained little slave slut. I welcomed sucking his cock because he wouldn't beat me with it in my mouth, probably for fear that I might bite down from pain. I began to ask him to eat my pussy, just to stop him from doing other things to me. He still insisted on giving me pain and humiliating me, but I began to get more pleasure than pain as time went on. He would find household items and leave them shoved up my ass for days at a time. One night he left two vibrators in me on full speed for hours, overnight. I let myself cum several times that night to escape from my captivity and torture. He kept me drunk with his whiskey enemas which helped me to feel like it wasn't really real, but deep down I knew it was. At the end of the week he tied me up and left me in the alley where he had kidnapped me.
Since then, sex has never been the same for me. I have to have the kinkiest, wildest rape fantasies acted out on me to cum. Only the total domination over every aspect of my body turns me on and I almost never cum without something in my ass. I need to find someone who can torture me into ecstasy every night and fuck me hard in every possible way every day if I'm to ever have a fulfilled sex life.
Melissa’s Tribulation II
PART I
It was early in the morning when Melissa threw back the covers and swung her feet to the floor. Although it had been quite late when she had finally gone to bed, and she had slept only fitfully, she knew that it would be useless to remain in bed. With what she had on her mind, she knew that she would not be sleeping well for quite sometime to come.
Had it really happened? Had she really been brutally and repeatedly raped last night by her brother and four of his friends? Yes. Yes, it had happened. She would like to pretend that it didn't, but she couldn't. The pain and soreness in her body told her that it was real. The short leather coat laying over the chair in her bedroom also attested to the fact that it had not been a nightmare. It was the coat that one of the rapists had loaned her to cover herself after all of her clothing had been utterly destroyed. It had not been an act of kindness on his part, however. If Melissa had been seen naked in the streets, the police would have become involved. Loaning her the coat was an act of self preservation on his part.
Melissa couldn't stand being cooped up any longer. After cleaning her teeth and brushing her hair, she got dressed in a white blouse and light blue trousers and quietly left the house. She didn't know where she was going. She just knew that she had to be moving. As she walked, the memories of last night flooded her mind. Her brother, Sebastian, tricking her into meeting him at Regent's Park, then walking her to an area of heavy shrubs where he raped her. His four friends arriving per his instructions, tearing her clothes from her body, then raping her vaginally, anally and orally. The five of them taking her to a pub near Trafalgar Square while she wore nothing but the borrowed leather coat. Then finally to Saint James Park where they all raped her again.
In her memory, Saint James Park was the worst part of the night. At Regent's Park, she had at least put up a struggle. It was a futile struggle, to be sure, but she had at least tried. By the time they had reached Saint James Park, though, she was in a mild state of shock. When Rog had begun opening the coat she wore, she did nothing. She still did nothing as he removed the coat, leaving her naked in the night breeze. She did nothing as he began nuzzling her neck and rubbing his hands over her bare flesh. And she did nothing as he laid her down in the grass and mounted her. She didn't scream, she didn't fight, she didn't plead. She lay quietly and allowed him to rape her. And when he was finished and climbed off of her, she lay still, her legs spread and her eyes closed, while the other four took turns raping her. How could she have done nothing? How could she have just laid there?
Melissa had been walking aimlessly, not even aware of where she was going. Looking up, she saw Big Ben perhaps half a kilometer away. Suddenly, she wanted out of London. She wanted a small town, fresh air and fields. Big Ben gave her the idea. Now with an actual destination in mind, Melissa increased her pace. Reaching Westminster Bridge, she descended the steps to the pier, where she bought a round trip ticket for the tour boat to Greenwich.
Melissa boarded the tour boat and found a seat near the rail. It wasn't long until the boat was full, mostly with tourists, and the lines were cast off. The passengers included several English tourists from areas outside of London, a group of French students, three American sailors in white uniforms, and a Japanese family. Melissa didn't notice any of them. The boat proceeded down the Thames River, under Tower Bridge and past HMS Belfast, the British Navy cruiser that now served as a floating museum. Melissa paid no attention as the guide with the microphone directed everyone's attention to the points of interest along the river. She had no interest in sight seeing and allowed her mind to wander. Lost in thought, time past quickly. Before she realized it, the tour boat was pulling into the pier at Greenwich.
Melissa disembarked the boat with the rest of the passengers. Most of them stopped to see the Cutty Sark, the famous clipper ship held in dry dock as a tourist attraction. The Japanese family went immediately into a souvenir shop. The three American sailors headed for the first pub on the street. Without a glance towards the famous vessel, Melissa walked on, past the clipper and the small shops and pubs, continuing down King William Walk to Romney Road. Turning left, Melissa passed by the National Maritime Museum and the Royal Naval College. When she reached the entrance to Queen's House, she turned in to walk through the peaceful gardens.
Strolling slowly through the gardens, Melissa made her way to the rear of Queens House. From here, she could see the Royal Observatory through the trees of Greenwich Park. Finding a small passage in the hedges, Melissa left the grounds of Queen's House and entered the woods of Greenwich Park. It was cool and quiet as she strolled among the trees and bushes. Her mind wandered over a dozen different thoughts without settling on a single one.
"Looking for some company?"
Melissa was startled out of her reverie by the unexpected voice. Looking up, she saw a good looking young man in a white shirt and trousers standing in front of her. He wore a round white hat and a neckerchief and had a patch on his left sleeve with an eagle above three diagonal slashes. It dawned on her that this was the uniform of an American sailor.
"I asked if you were looking for some company?" he repeated with a smile on his face.
Melissa suddenly felt the cold stab of fear race through her. Smile or no smile, this young sailor was dangerous. She knew it instinctively. Spinning to run back to Queen's House, Melissa collided with two more white uniforms. Grabbing her by the arms, they spun her back around and held her.
"Now that's not exactly friendly, missy. We offer you the company of the U. S. Navy's finest and you try to run away? Nope, that's just not friendly at all!" the first sailor sneered.
"Please!" Melissa said. "Please let me go. You don't understand. You just don't understand! Oh, please don't hurt me!" She could feel the tears burning her face as the young American moved towards her.
"Now missy, we aren't going to hurt you. Hell, we're going to make you feel wonderful! We're going to give you a party like you've never had before!" he grinned as he moved towards her.
The thought hit Melissa's brain full blown. "Not again! Not without a fight!" As the sailor grew near, Melissa's right foot shot out, slamming up between the his legs. She saw the look of pain and shock cross his face as he dropped to his knees.
"SHIT!" the sailor holding her right arm screamed as she drove the heel of her right shoe into his instep, causing him to release his grip on her arm.
"NOT AGAIN!" Melissa screamed as she reached up and raked her fingernails down across the remaining sailor's left cheek, opening the skin and drawing four trails of blood. The unexpectedness of the attack, combined with the pain along his cheek, caused him to ease his grip on Melissa's arm. Breaking free, she spun and began running through the woods.
Melissa was running as fast as she could, the combination of fear and adrenalin making her faster than normal. Still, she could hear the crashing of brush behind her and she knew at least one of the Americans was after her. If she could make it to the grounds of Queen's House before she was overtaken, she would be safe. Her lungs burning from the exertion, she continued running, hearing the crashing behind her growing constantly closer. Up ahead, through the trees, she could just make out the hedges of Queen's House. She was close. She was so awfully close!
And then she felt herself falling, arms around her legs in an American style football tackle. She slammed into the ground full force, driving the air from her lungs. Then she felt hands grasping the back of her blouse, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around.
"Bitch!" the sailor with the bleeding face growled as he drove his right fist into Melissa's stomach, doubling her over. Before she could collapse to her knees, he pulled her up straight and punched her in the face, spinning her around and knocking her to the ground.
Melissa was dazed. She tried to lift herself to her hands and knees, but was having difficulty. She could taste blood in her mouth from a split lip. She heard crashing through the brush as the other two sailors arrived.
Dropping to one knee in front of her, the sailor she had kicked in the balls lifted her from her hands to a kneeling position.
"You think that was funny, cunt?" he hissed as he grabbed her by the throat. "You think that was fucking FUNNY! You're going to pay, cunt! You're going to pay big time!" With that, he pulled back his arm and hit her with the back of his hand, knocking her to the dirt.
Melissa had still not recovered as two of the sailors grabbed her under the arms and began dragging her deeper into the woods. She felt the blood trickle down her chin as she gasped for breath. She had no idea how far they had gone when they finally released her, dropping her to the ground. Having partially recovered, Melissa rolled onto her back and, sitting up, began backing away from them.
"Please leave me alone!" she pleaded, looking from one to the other. "Oh please, leave me alone! Y-you don't understand. You d-don't! Last night....last n-night...."
"We don't give a shit about last night." one of them told her. "All we care about is today, and today, you are ours!"
The three of them came at her then, two from each side and the third from the front. The two at her sides began tearing open her blouse while the one in front began fumbling with the catch on her trousers.
"NO!" Melissa screamed. She felt her blouse tearing open as she began flailing with her arms, hitting the sailors to either side of her. She kicked out with her left foot, grazing the side of the head of the attacker in front of her. One of them hit her in the stomach again, but still she kept fighting. She fought as hard as she could, but with three against one odds, her chances were slim.
"Oh God, please don't!" she screamed as she felt her trousers being skinned down her legs and over her ankles. Her blouse was torn from her, leaving her in only bra and panties. Still she fought on, refusing to give up. She felt hands grabbing at her underwear, heard the material ripping. And then she was naked.
"Oh, yeah." the one sailor muttered. "You got a nice bod, sweetheart, and we know just what to do with it!"
"Oh God, STOP it! Please STOP it!"
The two on either side of her were laying next to her, pinning her arms under their bodies. She felt their mouths covering her nipples as they began sucking and chewing on her breasts. The third was laying between her legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs. She felt his mouth at her crotch, kissing and licking her upper thighs and lower belly. Then he changed position slightly, and she felt his tongue moving up and down between the lips of her vagina.
"Please don't!" she moaned as her body squirmed under the mouths of the three sailors. The one with his mouth on her left breast was flicking his tongue back and forth over her nipple. The one on her right breast was sucking it as deeply into his mouth as he could. Both of them were rubbing a hand over her stomach and lower chest. The one between her legs had found her clitoris and was sucking and licking it, occasionally running his tongue the length of her vagina before returning to her clit. His hands were rubbing and squeezing her thighs. Involuntarily, her body began trembling under the ceaseless ministrations.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Please, please stop it! Oh dear God PLEASE stop it!" Melissa whimpered. Lifting her head from the grass, she could see the three of them working on her. She dropped her head back in the grass as a deep moan escaped from her throat. This couldn't be happening! It just COULDN'T be! Not less than a day after being raped by Sebastian and his friends!
"Why me, God? What did I do to deserve this?" she groaned as the three continued their oral assault on her body.
The one between her legs was now penetrating her vagina with his tongue, slipping it in and out of her. He continued that for awhile, then slowly ran his tongue back up to her clitoris to nibble and suck on it before returning to slipping his tongue in and out of her. The other two were still working on her breasts, licking and nibbling.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh... mmmmmm..." she moaned softly as her head slowly turned from side to side. And then there was a new revulsion for Melissa. She suddenly realized that her body was starting to respond to what was being done to her. She could feel the excitement growing in the pit of her stomach. She could feel herself getting wet.
"Don't! Please don't make me! Oh, please don't make me!" Melissa softly whimpered as the three kept working on her.
The three sailors knew exactly what Melissa was talking about. They could feel her body beginning to tremble under them. The could feel her beginning to squirm as they licked and sucked on her most private parts. The one with his face buried in her crotch could feel her starting to move her hips in time with him. The bitch was going to blow her cookies! She was going to fucking cum!
"Uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuuhhh..." Melissa was moaning as her head slowly lolled from side to side. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming rapid. "Oh please... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... please d-don't make me... uuuhhh... uuuhhh..."
The tongues on her breasts and vagina were working rapidly, sending signals through Melissa's nervous system to the involuntary response section of her brain. Her body was growing more excited with each moment. She was twisting and squirming under the three sailors.
The one on her right side removed his mouth from her breast. Placing his hand on the side of her face, he lowered his lips to hers. As Melissa felt his tongue touch her lips, she opened her mouth to accept him. Their tongues darted back and forth, sparring with each other.
The sailor on her left side was now kissing her cheek. Breaking her lips away from the first sailor, Melissa began passionately kissing the second while the other nibbled on her neck. Both were massaging her breasts with their hands while the third worked on her vagina.
"No. Oh, no." Melissa whispered. "Wrong. This... this is wrong. Ohhhhhhh." The two sailors were back at her breasts, sucking and nibbling.
"Oh, no... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuhhh... oh, p-please st-stop... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... don't make me... don't make me... oh! oh! Noooo! Please nooooo! Oh! Oh! NNNNOOOOOUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHH!"
Melissa's head snapped back and her back arched as a massive orgasm swept through her. Her entire body was trembling violently and she was thrusting her hips against the face of the sailor between her legs. Her head was snapping from side to side as her body spasmed again and again.
"Oh God! Oh God ! Ohhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuu....." she groaned as her orgasm began to subside. Slowly, the trembling of her body abated. The tension relaxed and her body settled into the grass, a fine coating of perspiration covering her. As her head began to clear, she was suddenly swept with a feeling of total shame and revulsion.
"Oh God!" she whimpered as tears began streaking her face. "Oh, God! I couldn't have! I just couldn't have!"
"You sure did, baby!" said the sailor between her legs as he raised himself to his knees. "You sure did. You blew your load big time, MAJOR orgasm, and now it's our turn.'
Melissa saw the sailor begin to undo the thirteen button fly on the front of his uniform trousers and her mind snapped back to reality.
"No!" she screamed as she once more began fighting. Her arms were still pinned to the ground by the sailors laying on either side of her, but her legs were free. She began kicking at the rapist between her legs, hitting him in the side of the head several times.
"Get her legs! Get her fucking legs!" he yelled at the other two. Each of the sailors grabbed one of Melissa's legs under the knee and pulled it towards himself, forcing her thighs up near her rib cage.
"Perfect!" said the one between her legs as he pulled out his huge, stiff penis and began moving towards the vagina so completely exposed before him.
"DON'T! PLEASE DON'T! OH GOD NO! OH! OH! NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed as he sunk his dick completely into her warm, wet vagina with one vicious thrust. The angle of her body allowed him to penetrate her more deeply than she had imagined possible, He threw his weight onto her as he drove over and over into her depths, causing her body to twitch in pain with each inward thrust. She tried pushing him away with her legs, but his two friends held her fast.
"Oh, please stop it! PLEASE stop it! I can't take anymore! I just can't TAKE anymore!"
"Shit!" replied the sailor with his dick buried in Melissa's body. "What do you mean you can't take anymore? We just started, bitch!" He was completely unaware of the fact that less than twenty-four hours earlier Melissa had been repeatedly gang raped by five young men. Of course, if he had known, it wouldn't have made any difference.
"Uuuhhh... uuuhhh... Oh! Oh! Oh!... nnnuuuuuuuuuu... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... " Melissa could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead as the sailor continued raping her, grinding against her pelvic bone as he forced his meat as deeply into her as he could. She could see her bare feet above her head, bouncing in the air as he relentlessly pounded into her body.
Grabbing the hair on both sides of her head, he covered her lips with his and forced his tongue into her mouth. Melissa moaned as he continued driving into her body while his tongue moved around inside her mouth. He was pulling out of her until only the head of his dick remained inside her, then jamming himself back into her as viciously as he could. Melissa's body jumped and she cried out with each penetration. Lifting his face from hers, the rapist gazed into Melissa's eyes. He loved seeing the pain and fear in women's eyes while he raped them. Loved seeing the revulsion as they felt his cum filling their hole. He moaned deep in his throat as he began fucking Melissa faster and faster.
"Oh God! Oh God!... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... p-please stop... Oh! Oh!... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... N-no more! P-please no m-more!" Melissa cried as the dick inside her drove into her with increasing ferocity. The sailor saw her brow furrow, saw her eyes squeeze shut, and his excitement increased.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned as he felt his balls begin to tighten. "Oh fucking hell!"
Melissa felt him swelling inside her, felt him becoming more brutal with each thrust. She knew he was getting close, knew that she was on the verge of once again being used as a receptacle for an animal's sperm.
"Uuuhhh... uuuhhh... uuuhhh... P-please...d-don't!... Uuuhhh... uuuhhh... Don't c-cum ...owww... inside...me! Uuuhhh... uuuhhh... P-please not... nnnnuuuu.... in-inside me!" Melissa pleaded.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! OH SHIIITTTT!!!"
"NNNOOOOOOO! GOD NNNOOOOOO!!!" Melissa screamed as she felt him pumping his thick cum into her body. She felt the heat spreading through her as he sprayed more and more of his foul liquid into her. Finally, with last brutal thrust and a groan of satisfaction, he collapsed on top of her ravaged body.
Lifting himself up, the sailor pulled his softening member from her body and said "NEXT!"
"Here, latch on to her, man!" the sailor on her right said.
Melissa tried to break free as the two sailors changed places, but it was a futile effort. In a matter of moments, the sailor who had already raped her had her arm pinned beneath him and his elbow behind her knee, holding her leg up to completely expose her. The sailor who was now between her legs was fumbling with his fly.
"Please don't!" Melissa pleaded with him as he pulled his dick from his trousers. "Oh, please don't do this! Not again! Oh, PLEASE not again! It's too much! Please no! Please nnnooooouuuuuuuuhhhhhh!" Melissa moaned as the sailor laid on top of her and shoved his swollen meat up inside her.
As he nuzzled her neck, Melissa felt his hands rubbing her body, moving to her breasts. He took one breast in each hand and began kneading them roughly while he stroked his meat in her body.
"OWWWW! You're HURTING me! DON'T!" Melissa screamed as the sailor on top of her squeezed both of her tits viciously. He had his full weight on Melissa, crushing her to the ground. His face was buried in her neck and she could hear him moaning into her ear as he continued brutalizing her.
"Nnuuuu... nnuuu... nnuuu..." Melissa moaned with the exertions of the rape. She could feel the sweat trickling down the sides of her face and into her hair. The frustration and helplessness she felt were overwhelming. What had she done to deserve this? What could she have possibly done that was so terrible as to deserve such a hideous punishment?
"Nnuuu... nnuuu... nnuuu... p-please... nnuuu... st-stop.... ohhhhhh.... I can't... I can't... nnuuu... nnuuu... no more... no mouuuummmmpphhh... mmmuummpphh" Melissa was cut off as the sailor raping her forced his tongue deeply into her mouth, his hands gripping the hair on either side of her head.
The sailor was becoming more frantic in his movements, grinding Melissa into the ground with increasing force. He had his tongue deep in her mouth, intertwining it with her own. She felt his hips pounding against her with increasing speed and force. Her body jumped and twitched each time the rock hard dick was driven intro her. She felt him swelling even more inside her, heard him moaning deep in his throat.
"Mmmmmuuummmmppphhhhh!" Melissa groaned around the sailor's tongue as she felt his dick throbbing and twitching inside her. The warmth spreading through her told her that once more she was being flooded with a load of cum. The sailor kept pistoning into her body as he drained the last of his sperm into her.
"Christ!" the sailor moaned as he released Melissa's mouth. "Oh Jesus Christ was that good!"
Melissa whimpered softly as the dick inside her slowly softened. She knew that her ordeal was not yet over. The third sailor was surely going to want his turn on her. He wouldn't participate this far and then not rape her himself.
"Come on, man, move it!" she heard the third sailor say to the one who was still buried inside her. "I'm so Goddamned hard from watching you two get laid that I could drive nails with my dick!"
"Okay, okay. Hold your horses. Jeeze." the second muttered as he pulled out of Melissa.
The third sailor was definitely ready. As the second sailor took his place to pin Melissa down, the third moved between her legs and immediately crammed himself into her. Melissa's back arched and every muscle in her body snapped taut as a scream escaped her throat. He was HUGE! Melissa had never imagined ANY man could be so BIG!
"Oh GOD! Oh DEAR God STOP IT! You're KILLING me! OH! OH! OH! NOOOO!!! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! OH GOD STOP!" she begged as her head snapped from side to side. She squeezed her eyes shut and ground her teeth together as the huge member was slowly withdrawn from her, and then just as slowly shoved back in. She groaned as she felt the massive dick in her bottom out against her cervix . She felt as if he were going to tear through her uterus and continue into her stomach.
Melissa begged the sailor to stop, pleaded with him to end her agony. The sailor merely grinned at her as over and over again he sunk the full length of his meat into her battered hole. Melissa was sure that she wouldn't survive this latest rape.
"NO MORE! OH GOD NO MORE! Nnuuu... nnuuu... nnuuu... OH GOD, OH GOD... nnuuu... nnuuu... ST-STOP IT... nnuuu... nnuuu... P-P-PLEASE... OH! OH! OH!... PLEASE, OH PLEASE STOP IT!" Melissa cried out as she was repeatedly impaled on the monstrous dick that invaded her body. She was covered with sweat and every muscle in her body was trembling. She jumped involuntarily with every inward thrust.
Still the rape continued. To Melissa, it seemed as if time was standing still, as if this ordeal would never end. She was beginning to feel that she was in Hell, that she would spend eternity pinned to the ground with this massive organ tearing her insides apart. It would never end. Never. What had she done to deserve this? What could she have POSSIBLY done to deserve this?
"Oh yeah." the sailor muttered as he began slowly increasing the pace of the assault. He was moving in and out of Melissa with a little more speed and force that before. Melissa could feel the difference as her tears merged with the sweat that matted her hair to the side of her head. She screamed and pleaded, but it all fell on deaf ears.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH! OH! OH! NNNOOOOOO!!" she screamed as the sailor pounded into her, reaching depths that she had never imagined possible. "OH PLEASE NO MORE! IN THE NAME OF GOD, PLEASE STOP IT!"
Faster and faster he drove his massive organ into Melissa's trembling body, grinding her into the dirt and tearing screams from her throat with each violent penetration. Melissa twisted and squirmed beneath him, trying against hope to escape from the monster inside her.
"NO MORE! OH GOD, NO MORE! YOU'RE K-K-KILLING ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP!"
The sailor was working himself into a frenzy, driving viciously into Melissa as his excitement increased. He felt his balls tightening as he approached orgasm. He began groaning as his balls prepared to explode.
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Melissa arched her back and screamed as the sailor jammed his huge dick completely into her and held it there. She felt the massive dick inside her twitching and throbbing as he sprayed his load deep inside her brutalized body. She felt the warmth filling her as he continued shooting cum inside her. Finally, mercifully, he relaxed some of the pressure on Melissa's body. With a sigh of satisfaction, he slowly withdrew his meat from her trembling body and stood up.
The other two sailors released their grips on Melissa's legs and also stood up. Melissa collapsed in the grass, exhausted from the ordeal she had just been through. She felt the cool breeze evaporating the sweat that coated her body as she stared at the leaves of the trees that shaded the area.
The three sailors were smoking cigarettes and talking quietly. Melissa couldn't hear what they were saying. Turning, they approached her. Two of them leaned down and grabbed her by the wrists while the third pulled several pieces of light rope from under his jersey.
"What are you doing? Please, leave me alone! You've all had me, you've all had what you wanted, so just leave me alone! PLEASE just leave me alone!" she pleaded as they dragged her a short distance to a small sapling, where two of them pinned her arms down above her head, one on either side of the small tree, while the third tied her wrists together. Finished with that, they tied a piece of rope to each of Melissa's ankles and tied the other ends to two other small trees. Melissa was tied down, helpless, with her legs spread open.
"Please let me go. I won't say anything. I promise! Please!" Melissa begged.
One of the sailors took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into Melissa's mouth. A second handkerchief was tied around her head to hold the first in place, making and effective gag.
"Now you just wait here, sweetmeat. We're going to go get a couple of beers, and then we'll come back and show you a real good time." one of the sailors told her before the three turned and walked away. Melissa was left alone, tied naked and spread-eagle in the grass.
PART II
Melissa lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the three sailors had left her alone in the woods. She had been trying unsuccessfully to free herself from the rope that tied her wrists together ever since they had gone. What would they do when they came back? And then Melissa was struck with an even more frightening thought. What would SHE do if they DIDN'T come back? Would someone find her before she died of thirst?
She was still struggling when she heard something. Was it the three Americans coming back? She lay still and listened. Finally, she made it out. It was somebody humming. Somebody was walking through the woods humming! If she could only attract their attention.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Melissa tried screaming into her gag. If she could hear the walker's humming, then maybe that person was close enough to hear her. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The humming stopped. Melissa stayed quiet for a moment and listened. She heard nothing. "MMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she tried again. This time she heard someone moving towards her through the brush. Thank God! Now if only the person could free her and she could get dressed and away before the Americans returned. She heard the person coming closer.
"Lord! And what have we here, now?" The voice came from above her head, out of her line of sight.
"Mmmmmmm!' she moaned into the gag, trying to communicate the urgency of the situation.
She heard someone walking towards her. Finally he came into view. He was in his early thirties, slender with dark hair. He let his gaze drift slowly over Melissa's naked body, noting the way she was tied down.
"You've gotten yourself in quite a fix, haven't you, luv?" he said in a soft voice. "Yes indeed. Quite a fix."
"Mmmmmmm!" Melissa moaned, the plea for help evident in her eyes. He looked her up and down once more. Why wasn't he untying her? What was the matter with him?
"Well, dear old dad always said 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'" Melissa's eyes grew round as she saw him reach down and open his zipper.
"MMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into her gag and shook her head "No" as he knelt down between her legs.
"Come on now, luv. Relax and enjoy it!" he grinned at her as he ran his hands over her body. Laying his chest on her stomach, he started sucking on her breasts. Melissa groaned in frustration as the stranger moved back and forth between her breasts, his hands travelling up and down her sides while he sucked on her nipples.
Slowly, he began moving down, kissing and licking her lower chest, nibbling at her as he moved to her stomach. He was nibbling his way down her body, moving from left to right and back again as he did. Finally reaching the tops of Melissa's thighs, he nibbled and licked each of her legs in turn. Then, slowly, he was moving down between her legs.
Melissa tensed as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. He flicked his tongue gently and rapidly over her clit while continuing a gentle sucking. At the same time, his hands were massaging both of her breasts. Melissa closed her eyes and moaned. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be!
Melissa felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach as the stranger kept performing oral sex on her. The feeling spread as Melissa realized that she was becoming aroused. How could she become aroused? How could she be responding to this? She was being RAPED for God's sake! How could she be responding like this? But he was being gentle. He was being so awfully gentle!
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned softly as he kept up his ministrations. She could feel her excitement growing as his tongue softly and quickly massaged her most sensitive spot. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid as her head slowly rolled from side to side.
"That's better, luv. That's much better." she heard him mutter as she moaned softly. God, it felt so good! Bit how could it? How could it feel good when it was rape? She didn't know. She just knew that she was getting more and more turned on as he steadily and gently sucked her clit and licked her vagina.
Melissa was softly moaning almost continually now. Her body was squirming in the grass and her hips were beginning to move against the stranger's face. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, that she shouldn't be acting this way, but she couldn't help it.
As Melissa grew more excited, the stranger increased his ministrations. He was doing everything he could to arouse her to a fever pitch, and he was succeeding.
"MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!" escaped past Melissa's gag. Her head was moving from side to side and her hips were thrusting to meet the stranger's mouth. Her body was coated with a thin film of sweat. Melissa was past the point of no return. Mentally, she was no longer tied down in Greenwich Park. Her mind was in that separate place that people go to mentally when sexually aroused in the extreme.
I one fluid motion, the stranger lifted his face from Melissa's crotch and moved up to lay on her chest. Melissa moaned softly as he slipped his penis into her well lubricated vagina and started moving in time with her. His pelvis was pressed against hers, maintaining pressure against her clit as they moved together.
"Mmmm...mmmm....mmmm..." Melissa moaned as he moved inside her. As he began increasing his pace, she followed suit, moving with him as they both became more aroused. Faster and faster he drove into her as her responses became more intense.
Melissa was writhing in the grass, moaning in time with the thrusts into her body. Her excitement was building. She could feel herself approaching orgasm.
"Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!!!!" he groaned in Melissa's ear as he reached his limit of endurance. "UUUUHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!!"
"MMMMMMMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMMMmmmmmm!" The orgasm swept through Melissa at the same time that she felt him cumming inside her. Still he was driving into her as she moved to keep pace with him. They were both being wracked by the orgasms they were experiencing. Finally, with a last shudder of their bodies, they both collapsed, breathing deeply to catch their breath.
Slowly, Melissa's mind cleared. The weight pressing her to the ground brought her to reality. The realization of what she had just done sickened her. How could she have reacted like that? How could she have co-operated? How?
She felt the body on top of her begin to move. Slowly, he lifted himself off of her, withdrawing from her as he did. Standing up, he rearranged his cloths and fastened his trousers.
"Mmmmmmmmm." Melissa looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to leave her like this.
"Sorry, luv." he said. "If I turn you loose, you may turn me in. Besides, it's not sporting to interfere with someone else's game." With that, he turned and walked away.
Feelings of frustration, rage and betrayal flooded through her as the tears rolled down the sides of her face. This wasn't fair. This just wasn't FAIR! She hadn't DONE anything! She didn't DESERVE this!
Melissa lay helpless in the grass, crying out her pain. She lost track of time as her mind searched for reasons that didn't exist.
PART III
Melissa had no idea how long it had been since the stranger had finished with her and left. She knew that the sun was beginning to dip into the western sky and the shadows were beginning to stretch across the grass floor of the park. The three sailors had been gone for a good part of the afternoon. Maybe they had forgotten about her. Maybe they were on their way back to London, leaving her helpless and on her own. She wasn't sure which frightened her more, the prospect of them coming back, or the prospect of them not coming back.
It was then that she heard the noise in the distance. It sounded like singing. Very, very bad singing. Melissa realized it was the three American sailors returning, and they sounded quite drunk. They were bad enough before. What would they be like drunk?
The off-key singing continued until the three sailors came through the brush and into the clearing.
"Well, would you look at this!" the one slurred. "She waited for us! Now wasn't that nice of her?" The three sailors thought that this was hysterically funny, the one actually loosing his balance and falling to the ground he was laughing so hard.
"Ya know what I want?" one said to no one in particular. "I wanna get laid. Yep. That's what I want. What about you little lady? You wanna get laid?"
Melissa whimpered and shook her head "no".
"See?" the sailor said to his two friends. "She wants me! Ain't that great?" The other two were again laughing themselves silly as he moved towards Melissa, fumbling with his fly as he went.
The sailor had his dick in his hand as he knelt between Melissa's legs. She grunted as he dropped drunkenly on top of her. She could feel his hand between them, guiding himself to her vagina. She felt him pressing against her, then felt him spread her open as he shoved his meat up inside her. Melissa groaned as he penetrated her completely.
"Oh yeah." he muttered drunkenly. "Oh, yeah, you got some good pussy, girl!"
There was nothing that Melissa could do. Tied down and gagged, she could neither fight nor beg as the sailor commenced raping her. Melissa closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved inside her. He was stroking into her slowly, obviously in no hurry. Melissa wondered how long it would take. She prayed that he would hurry and finish.
Melissa could hear the other two sailors laughing and encouraging their compatriot.
"Fuck her good, man! Tear her snatch open!"
"Yeah! Fuck her till she bleeds, boy! Fuck her till she bleeds!"
Melissa felt her face go hot in shame. It was bad enough to be used like a piece of meat with no feelings or pride. But these animals were acting like she was some kind of entertainment, like she was some kind of floor show. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" she started moaning as he drove into her harder and faster. His dick was swelling even more as his excitement grew.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Melissa winced and cried out in pain as he roughly pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and fore finger. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"That's it, bitch! Make some noise! I like it when bitches make noise!"
"MMMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM!" Melissa moaned loudly each time he drove into her, trying to keep him happy so he wouldn't abuse her nipple anymore. Maybe it would turn him on so he would cum faster. Maybe that would make it end sooner. "MMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM!"
"Oh yeah! That's better! That's better!" he muttered as he pounded into her over and over again.
"MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm." her moan trailed off as she felt him twitching inside her, felt the familiar warmth spreading through her. Gradually, he slowed his pace until he finally lay still on top of her, breathing heavily.
"Oh shit! Oh, shit, you're a good fuck!"
Melissa's face turned even more crimson. Good? GOOD? She had done NOTHING! This wasn't sex, it wasn't making love, it was RAPE! She was a VICTIM, not a PARTICIPANT! What kind of scum WERE these three?
With a sigh, he pulled out of Melissa and rose unsteadily to his feet. As he stood there getting his uniform back in some semblance of order, she realized that the sun was starting to go down. Were they going to keep her here all night? What was going to happen? The uncertainty was terrifying!
"Untie her ankles." she heard one of them say. Almost immediately, two of them were kneeling at her feet, working on the ropes that held her legs immobile. Drunk as they were, it took them a few minutes to free her.
"Now" the voice said, "roll her over!"
Melissa's eyes bulged. She tried kicking at the two sailors kneeling at her feet, but it was futile. Each of them grabbed the ankle in front of the other and pulled that leg towards themselves. This forced Melissa over onto her stomach, her arms now crossed above her head.
"MMMMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into the gag as she tried breaking loose from the hands that gripped her ankles. She felt the third sailor knelling between her legs, then felt him lower himself onto her back. His hand was between them, guiding his dick to her rectum.
"MM....MM....MM....MM!" she cried as