Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

Standing before the mirror, Alyssa hesitated before undressing. She’d need to if she planned to shower this evening, but a consistent fear paralyzed her. Was the security system on? She was sure she checked it before she went upstairs, but maybe she should check it again. Just to be safe. Nothing wrong with being safe. Chewing on her lip, she glanced in the mirror.

Was she being paranoid? Perhaps, but given what she had lived through in life, what she had seen, she felt justified. Would she spend the rest of her life scared of shadows, fearing the monsters in the darkness? She survived the horror, and she’d continue to survive if only she were vigilant enough.

So, once again she exited the bathroom and slipped downstairs on silent feet. Careful, yet speedy, her anxiety rising to a crescendo as she drew closer, less and less sure of her own memory. She needed to get to it, to set it, to see it and know she was safe. Double tapping the wall panel, she the word that brought her momentary relief. ARMED. She was safe, now.

“What are you doing down here?”

Alyssa froze at the sound, panicked that someone was here, with her. After a moment she registered the voice, realizing it was just Aunt Jen. Forcing an awkward laugh, she turned. “Sorry Aunt Jen, just double checking the alarm.”

The older woman frowned, concern in her green eyes. She wasn’t really Alyssa’s aunt. Wasn’t really family at all, but she was all the family Alyssa had now. She had taken Alyssa in after her mother had died, last year, and before that Jen had been her mother’s best friend. “You checked it an hour ago. Did you take your meds today?”

Alyssa swallowed, brushing some blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah,” she lied, smiling weakly. She didn’t like surrendering her caution to medication, dulling her survival instinct.

Jen studied her a minute longer, arms crossed under her ample breasts, before sighing. Whether or not she believed Alyssa, she knew she couldn’t force her, “Okay, I hope so. Now go take your shower, or I will start the next episode without you. And I will spoil it for you.” Her smile lit up her features, high cheekbones, and full lips, leaving no doubt the 38-year-old was still a very good-looking woman. Her long red hair was tied back in a messy bun, a more relaxed look that matched her mood this evening.

Alyssa laughed sheepishly, wishing it were that easy for her to relax. “Okay, I won’t come back down until I am ready to start the marathon.”
Maybe, it would be okay to let down her guard, just a little. Maybe, if she could close her eyes and prevent her mother’s murder from replaying in her mind. Replaying the horror that she was powerless to stop, only watch. Forced to watch helplessly as her mother was tortured by a sadist, screaming, begging for mercy until her dying breath. If only she could stop reliving that terrifying moment when she knew that she too would suffer her mother’s fate. If only she could stop feeling like her survival was some cosmic mistake the universe would try to rectify.

Sighing, she pulled her white tank top off over her head. Much like her mother had been, she was slender, with gentle curves. A few inches shorter than her mother had been, Alyssa was sure she had caught up by now. Aunt Jen would always stand taller than her, ever the motherly figure. Black yoga pants came off next, puddled on the floor while Alyssa stood in her bra and panties, starting the shower. It always took a few moments to get hot enough. With her small, perky breasts, she didn’t really need to wear a bra, but going without one was far too brazen for her. The last bit of security in a world where there was never enough.

Steam fogged the mirrors, and Alyssa sighed deeply, abandoning the last bits of her undergarments. She’d feel better once she got out of the shower. Maybe she’d even take her meds again. Well, maybe tomorrow. Tonight was almost finished.

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat.

"Just shut up and drive, trust me. I got you out of that fucking hell-hole didn't I?"

Although the speaker wasn't as burly, at six feet one with a more athletic frame, Carlos clenched his teeth and nodded in acquiescence. He'd seen what Jimmy was capable of and the warning signals in his piercing green-eyed gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

Eight month's James Russo had been stuck in Arcadia prison, every moment watching his back, the bent cop the target of the majority of the jail population. All because of one stupid teenage bitch and that goddamn slut friend of her Mother's. At least the Mother was dead, throat slit right after he'd raped her and that provided some sense of consolation. If only he'd been able to do the daughter as well, not to mention the whore who'd walked in and deprived him of that opportunity.

"Take a right." Jimmy barked at Carlos, then glanced at the African-American in the back.

Like the other two, he wore a prison crew-cut and the obligatory tattoo's, but unlike his compatriots, whilst they were attired in jeans and short-sleeved t-shirts, he sported a State Trooper Uniform that covered them up. Russo appraised him closely, turning back around after he'd passed muster. Just. They wouldn't require the disguise to hold up for long.

Both of them drug-mules for the Cartel he'd helped Serve and Protect, they'd been part of the deal. Break them out, and then they were on their own. However, Jimmy, by virtue of his greater propensity for unrestrained violence had been the leader of the pack in Arcadia. And so he remained.

Having exercised his constitutional right to a speedy trial, then subsequently agreed to a plea deal on the third day after the prosecution witnesses had testified and the death penalty had become more likely than not, he'd been sentenced to life without possibility of parole. With the right contacts, both in the criminal and law-enforcement communities, he'd soon discovered that even from a prison cell anything was do-able and anyone was corruptible. After greasing the right palms and exchanging a lot of cash, he'd relatively swiftly been able to arrange for the three to be simultaneously transferred from Arcadia to Central State.

Unfortunately, the transport van had met a pick-up truck head on as it meandered down the highway and was brought to a sudden halt. Then the doors had been slung open and the two - soon to be well compensated, as would be the driver - prison officers coshed unconscious. It had taken less than half a minute for the trio's' cuffs and shackles to be released and thirty seconds later, Jimmy, Carlos and Duane were ensconced in a stolen white Cortina. Replete with the requested mock uniform.

Barely twenty-four hours after their escape, they'd crossed their fourth State Line and entered the residential suburbs of the city that Jimmy had always intended to stop at. He had some business to take care of and by the time the authorities up North stopped scrambling, got their act together and thought about notifying his targets, that business would be finished and he'd be on his way again. He knew how the Law Enforcement bureaucracy worked and that they also weren't likely to be featured on the local news. A big-deal back home, but not here in a State that had its own criminal justice problems and political scandals to flood the airwaves with. Rapists and murderers were a dime-a-dozen all over America.

Motioning for Carlos to turn down a side street and pull over to the curb, he silently appraised the residence two doors down. Although Alyssa and Jen had relocated halfway across the country, he'd had no trouble locating their new address or uncovering the fact that they appeared to live alone with no man in sight for either of them. Nor that the young girl rarely went out. Not surprising really, considering how her Mother had ended up.

"Let's go." From his years in the Force, Jimmy believed the direct approach and hiding in plain sight garnered less suspicion, so he was content to leave the car parked under the lights. The nighttime streets were deserted anyway.

"Jesus Christ man, are you fucking crazy, what are we doing here?"

Two more car doors had shut quietly behind him.

"I told you already, got a debt to collect." Jimmy gripped Carlos' arm, urging him to stay close, and turned to Duane.

"Remember, take it easy. Friendly but firm."

As Duane nodded, then strode confidently up to the porch, Jimmy and Carlos remained in the shadows and snuck their way to the side of the house.

On reaching it, Jim wrapped a spare shirt around his fist. Although he hoped it wouldn't come to that and spoil his fun, he was prepared to shatter the nearby window, break his way inside and get the job over quickly if the first plan didn't work.

Simultaneously, Duane knocked.

"Plus, I think you two have earned yourself some pussy." Jim's eyes glittered with anticipation and something much darker as he smiled at Carlos.

One of them a sweet-sixteen pussy at that, unless the girl had celebrated a birthday since he'd first encountered her. He decided to leave that tidbit unrevealed; a nice surprise for his friends to help soothe any concerns or impatience to get back on the road once they were inside.

Duane knocked a second time, "Police, Ma'am, please come to the door," and held his badge up to the peephole.

Jen flicked through her Tinder list, scrutinizing every choice that came across. In reality, she was just looking for an excuse to swipe left. She hadn’t dated in over a year, since she and Alyssa moved over four states after Alyssa’s mother died. And that was precisely why she hadn’t dated in over a year. Alyssa’ trauma proved a good excuse to avoid meeting men, and Jen knew somewhere in the deepest reaches of her mind that there would always be a lingering doubt over whether the man she invited over would be a monster. So she got to know her vibrator even better? At least it never left her hanging.

The low battery warning blinked over the screen, interrupting the time waster and Jen sighed. Maybe she’d start dating again when Alyssa went off to college. Sure, she wasn’t getting any younger, but she was still pretty, wasn’t she? Some guys like older women. She took a moment to examine herself in the hallway mirror. It was colder here in Maine than Virginia, and even in the heated house, she wore a tight sweater dress in black, with match leggings. It wasn’t snowing yet, but nights were brisk.

Venturing into the kitchen, Jen reached for the phone charger. She found Alyssa’s phone there, fully charged, and felt no guilt in unplugging it to plug in hers. After a moment, she left it there. No point in feeding the girl’s paranoia when her phone isn’t in the same exact place she left it.

Jen pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge, serving herself a liberal serving. Why not, it was Friday night, and she didn’t have to worry about Alyssa getting into trouble. It was too bad the girl spent her teenage years cooped up in the house, but at least she wasn’t out risking drinking too much or a handsy teenage boy.

Glass in hand, she nearly dropped it when a loud pounding erupting from the front door. A dozen terrible fears scrolled through her mind, thinking the worst possible things in those moments she tried to come up with a plan. But the knocking repeated itself, interrupting her thoughts, she planning.

“Police, Ma’am, please come to the door.”

That was…better and worse, somehow. The idea of opening her door to a police officer was perfectly reasonable, of course. But why was he here, at this time of night? The only answers she could conjure terrified her. There would be no good news if she opened that door.

“What do you need, Officer?” She asked, a few feet yet from the front door. She held her glass in both hands, shifting nervously.

“I need to speak to you. It’s a matter of safety, ma’am.” The voice was deep, powerful. Carrying his unseen authority through the walls. What would happen to her if she refused? She put the glass down on the hallway table and keyed in the alarm code. With a deep breath, She opened the door to the dark-skinned police officer, “How can I help you, Officer?”

Who is she?"

Carlos's harsh whisper sliced though the sound of Duane's knuckles rapping on wood, and elicited a hiss from the corner of Jimmy's mouth. "The interfering slut who put me in Attica, and screwed up my retirement. Now shut it."

On high alert, he hadn't taken his eyes off Duane. When a female voice emanated from inside in response to his accomplice's knock, despite his intent to break the window if she hesitated, Jimmy's feet moved of their own accord. Experience told him that rarely did a normal middle-class woman, no matter her history, not accede to the authority of the Law. Only criminals resisted. He blindly motioned for Carlos to follow.

"I need to speak to you, ma'am, It's a matter of safety."

The closest of his two fellow inmates, Jimmy had confided a portion of his plan to Duane and the man had swiftly agreed to participate. It'd been four and half years since he'd last tasted pussy and he'd take whatever he could get, however he could get it, which was precisely what Russo had promised. Still, he remained oblivious to Alyssa.

After he reached Duane, Russo crouched to one side, and watched the door like a hawk. The second it cracked open an inch and her head popped out, he reacted. Jimmy slammed his foot against the wood and felt it smack hard against the occupant's body.

"Get inside." He directed his companions as he crossed the threshold, and continued on in one fluid motion. Jimmy caught one of the woman's arms, twisted it up behind her back and clamped his free hand over her mouth. Metal gleamed between his fingers.

Carlos and Duane closed and locked the door behind them.

Russo scanned the area, and saw no sign of Alyssa. "Search the place. Top floor."

Whist Duane responded immediately and bounded up the stairs, Carlos stood staring at Jimmy and his captive before he finally nodded and went after his companion.

Narrowed eyes shone bright with evil intent as Jimmy focused his full attention on the woman, having instantly recognised her. He appraised her with obvious contempt, then his lips curled into a smile when he pressed the button on the knife handle and the serrated four-inch-long switchblade sprung free of its sheath. "Know who I am, honey?"

"Well, what do we have here. Damn, ain't you a cutie." Duane's exclamation floated down the stairs.

Jimmy's smile widened and Carlos stopped dead in his tracks at the foot of the staircase, a quizzical expression on his face, but no concern evident. The other man's tone had contained no fear or worry, only pleased surprise and a sense of awed anticipation. Akin to that of a kid on Christmas morning upon first seeing just how many of the wrapped presents under the tree had his name on them.

"Scream, and I'll slit your fucking throat." Russo maintained control of Jen with a police-issue arm lock that threatened to wrench her shoulder from its socket the greater she struggled, slowly released his hand from her mouth and pressed the point of the knife to her chin with enough pressure to break the skin and draw blood.

"Come say hello to the nice policeman."

Everything happened so fast. The door was hardly cracked before it burst open, smacking her in the knee and sending her reeling back. Before Jen had really recovered, one man had her in an arm locked, straining painfully against her shoulder. That was enough reason to panic, but the gleam of the knife turned the terror up to eleven. And yet, even with his threat hanging in the air, she was attempted to scream, if only to give Alyssa a chance of escaping before she could be caught. But the brute who thudded up the stairs dispelled her hopes that Alyssa could escape, the despair of that moment was too heavy to bear. She was supposed to protect the girl, and she had failed.

“Please,” she whimpered, not even managing to hold back her tears, “Please, don’t hurt her.”

---

The heat of the shower relaxed Alyssa, allowing her mind a brief respite from worry and vigilance. A momentary retreat to the girl she was not so long ago, ignorant of the horrors shrouded in the darkness. The pleasant mood lingered as she stepped out, taking her time drying and dressing, before drying her hair. She still hadn’t gotten used to the weather here in Maine, but it was definitely too cold for wet hair.

She dressed in the same clothes she had already taken off. A white tank top under an oversized sweater, over a pair of black yoga pants. The epitome of comfort. Without any further concern or thought, she opened the door to the hallway.

Just on the other side of that door stood a man. An older, dark-skinned man she didn’t know, but the smile on his face was not reassuring. Most confusingly, he was wearing a police uniform, but she couldn’t process that information right now. Not with the lustful leer in his eyes.

"Well, what do we have here. Damn, ain't you a cutie.”

Instinct kicked in as she slammed the door, but the much larger man pushed it open with ease. The force knocked her back onto the floor, leaving her to scoot back as he loomed over her. She kicked and flailed, anything to squirm away, but he was pure muscle, with 150, maybe 200 pounds on her, and her strikes did nothing against his massive physique. One hand jerked her up to her feet and the other clamped over her mouth, his hand nearly half the size of her face. That hand continued to cover her mouth as he lifted her against his chest.

He carried her out of the bathroom like that, and also standing in the hallway, at the top of the stairs, was another man she didn’t recognize. He smiled that same leering smile at her, his intentions written in his eyes. Again, she renewed her efforts to struggle. Her arms were tight to her sides, under the black man’s powerful grasp, but she kicked, hoping to discourage the second man from touching her. Instead, he grabbed one foot that missed him, tucking it under his arm to control it before grabbing the other. He laughed, pulling her legs apart until her knees were on either side of him. “You look good like this, sweetheart.”

They carried her down the stairs like that, and immediately, she saw Aunt Jen, caught by a third guy who held a knife to her throat. Worst of all, this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not like the other two. No, she had seen this man before, in nearly the same situation. Holding a knife to her mother’s throat, just over a year ago. Tears streamed down her face now.

No, no... not him.

---

Jen whined as the knife pricked her skin, but didn’t cry out. She didn’t doubt the man’s intentions to hurt her. All she worried about now was how to survive. How to survive and how to protect Alyssa.

That second concern even more pressing as the teen was dragged down the stairs by the other two men. It was impossible to miss the terror in the girl’s eyes, and Jen knew she had to be strong.

“Look, there is no need to hurt her, okay? I’ll do whatever you want, no questions or hesitations, okay? Just leave her out of it.”

Let me go. HELP." Tears streamed from Alyssa's eyes as she screamed and futilely kicked and struggled to escape the superior strength of the men roughhousing her down the stairs.

"Shut it, you noisy bitch."

"I got something to shut her up with." Duane released his grip after they reached the ground floor and when Carlos then pinned her arms to her side with her back to his chest, one hand over her mouth and the girl's feet dangling inches above the carpet, grabbed lewdly at his crotch.

Duane and Carlos laughed.

Alyssa didn't.

Maintaining his arm-lock on the older woman, Jimmy's gaze darted to the teenager, where he savoured the slow dawning of recognition in her expression. "Hey sweetie, it's been a while. How's your Mom?"

The cruel taunt brought forth a muffled shriek of pain and another series of kicks and struggles, the latter increasing in ferocity when the Hispanic whispered in her ear and slid a palm between Alyssa's legs.

"Carlos!"

The man hesitated, then reluctantly pulled his hand away.

"This bitch is offering a deal." Russo returned focus to Jen and ran the knife blade, spotted with her blood and gleaming in the light, down her neck. "Aren't you, hon? Anything we want, no questions?" A split-second later his palm struck the side of her face, and spittle flew from his lips. "Should have fucking thought of that a year ago." As her head rocked side to side from the impact of Jimmy's slap, he collected a coil of nylon rope from his jeans pocket and tossed it to Duane.

Despite being distracted with lasciviously appraising the teenager's body, the dark skinned man caught it and immediately comprehended Jimmy's intent.

"You know how hard it is to go a year without pussy?" Russo removed his arm lock and stopped the momentum of her head by curling his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck, jerking it to a sudden halt. Simultaneously, Duane wrenched her arms behind her back and commenced to bind her wrists together.

Once his friend was done, arms linked through Jen's elbows to exert control over her movements and burgeoning erection pressed to her ass, Jimmy hooked the serrated edge of the knife blade in the hemline of her top. He held it there for a moment, then with a practiced flick sliced through the material. The seams tore open, revealing more than ample cleavage encased in a bra, before he cut through the fabric separating the cups and her breasts popped free, exposed to the world.

"Damn. Great tits." Carlos' visual attention had turned to Jen and he licked his lips, watching the freed mounds of flesh jiggle and bounce.

"We won't hurt her, simply show the girl a good time, give her the fuck of her life." Jimmy continued as raised his gaze from Jen's tits to her face and reached up to roughly squeeze a breast. "Unless you can satiate the three of us."

Behind her, Duane leaned in to run his tongue across the woman's cheek, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on her skin. "I don't know, Jimmy, I bet those sweet teen lips sure would feel nice wrapped around my dick."

Jimmy glanced at his companion, lips pursed in pretend thought, then nodded before his digits located one of her nipples and he met her eyes again. "My friend has a point." He pinched the nub forcefully between thumb and forefinger and began to twist ever more harshly in an effort to cause enough pain to buckle the woman's knees. "You want us to leave her alone, then I think Duane needs a spit and polish, help take his mind off the fresh meat. After all, he's a dangerous and desperate escaped convict, I can only keep him on a tight leash for so long."

Off to the side, the teenager trapped in Carlos's vice-like grip had ceased struggling and started to hyperventilate. Her eyes widened in abject terror and every muscle trembled as the visions of witnessing the same man now threatening Aunt Jen brutally rape her Mother came flooding back as vividly as if she was watching a repeat filmed in High Definition.

That Russo was already immensely enjoying himself, despite the evening's entertainment having barely begun, could be clearly evidenced in his sarcastic tone and cold, merciless smile as he further increased the pressure on Jen's nipple."So, what do you say. It's not Alyssa I came for so are you going to protect the girl and prove you can suck and fuck like a true slut, or force us to use her instead?"

Inevitability stretched out before Jen, her worst horrors quickly materializing. She would be raped by three men. That was going to happen, regardless. Still she had to stay strong, stay calm, and think about Alyssa. But she could spare Alyssa, right? She had to believe it. If she couldn’t, she might as well force these men to kill her now.

“I’ll do it. I’ll do all of it just…” His fingers tweaked the nipples, purple from his attention and she cried out. There would be much more pain before this night would end. All they had to do was survive. “I’ll do it.”

“Talk is cheap, slut,” Duane snarled, pushing her to her knees. Jimmy still gripped her breast, tugging hard before finally releasing her. It continued to ache for a while afterward, but that was no longer a concern as the black man stepped in front of her, flashing a predatory smile as he worked the zipper of his pants. His cock, long and veiny, sprung out to meet her, nearly smearing precum against her face. Whatever hygiene he practiced in prison was insufficient, reeking of sweat and musk. “What’s wrong bitch? Never had a black cock in ya before? Maybe I should see if how the teenager sucks cock instead?”

They wouldn’t be able to stay too long, Jen rationalized, setting herself to the task. If they were on the run from escaping prison, they’d have to leave soon, if they hoped to evade authorities. Soft lips stretched to take his thick head, spending a few moments laving over the glans. Saliva drooled from her lips as she coated in it, knowing a slick cock would be easier to take. Still, she doubted he’d let her move at her own pace.

“You got a lot more dick to suck tonight,” Duane laughed, his hand gripping her head and forcing her deeper down his shaft. About half fit before she was struggling, cheeks bulging with the effort. His fingers loosened, just a touch, and as much as Jen just wanted to pull off and cough and gag, she forced herself to bob up and down, taking all she could and then a touch more. Just do what they want. It can always be worse.

---

Alyssa screwed her eyes shut, stinging as they filled with tears, unable to watch Aunt Jen debase herself in an effort to protect her. Unable to push away the memories of her mother doing the same, sobbing as she tried to hold the attention of one sadist. Now there were three in the room, one man feeling her up while the other two tormented Aunt Jen. The woman’s muffled gags and cries cut through Alyssa’s attempts to avoid it.

“Hey, you might wanna watch this,” The man holding her demanded, squeezing her cheek as he pointed her face in the right direction. Not that he could force her to open her eyes. “You’ll want learn how to fuck a man, in case she can’t satisfy us all. You might have to suck a couple dicks to help her out some. You wanna help her out some?”

Alyssa could only cry, shaking her head, “please just stop…please…”

"Stop what, I'm not touching ya." Carlos laughed and pressed his hips into her ass, allowing the girl to feel the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. "Not yet. Ya really think Jimmy's not gonna let us screw you, you don't know Jimmy. Can't wait to bury my cock in that tight hole of yours." Keeping his voice low enough to be inaudible to the others, the Hispanic slid one hand up to briefly squeeze a breast before he focused his attention on the other three.

"Good girl. Use that big mouth for something except talking." Russo mocked Jenny, the knife still in his hands, but no longer pressed into her flesh.

Duane stood in front of her, the buttons of the Police Uniform undone and his throbbing, veiny meat between her lips. On the run, the men hadn't taken a break to rest, sleep or shower and the smell of dried sweat and musk filtered into Russo's nostrils as the dark-skin man moaned in pleasure and began to pump with increasing urgency, sinking his shaft deep into her mouth. "Come on slut, you can do better." He buried his fingers in Jenny's hair and planted his palms on the back of the head, gaze raised to Jimmy as the wet, lewd sounds of his balls slapping against the woman's chin and the thrusts of his cock echoed around the room. "Take it all."

A cry of anguish erupted from the other side of the room and Russo threw a glance at Alyssa. Her face white as a ghost, and red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears, Jimmy's expression was completely devoid of compassion or empathy. The look he sent her, one that Jenny wouldn't be able to see with a cock stuffed down her throat, said that despite any perceived assurances she'd be next. He smiled, then returned to the older woman.

"You heard what he said." Duane's cock was coated in spittle and a trail of precum and saliva hung between the tip and Jen's lips when Jimmy jerked her head off his meat and dug his thumb and forefinger into either side of her jaw, "Take it all, bitch." Forcing her mouth open as wide as he could, he slammed it back down on his friend's throbbing erection.

After making her accept Duane's entire length to the hilt, Russo sliced Jen's dress fully off her body, her tits bouncing and swaying in sync with the harsh throat-fucking, then ripped her panties aside and hooked his hands around her thighs. He spread her legs on the floor, exposing Jen's pink slit, and locked eyes with Carlos. "Come join the fun, I'll babysit the girl."

As the Hispanic nodded and shoved Alyssa in his direction, a scream of pleasure filled Russo's ears, but he unfortunately missed the visage of Jen's reaction as Duane pulled out from between her lips and splattered the woman's face with thick ropes of hot, sticky cum.

However, Carlos didn't. "Damnit, Duane, can't take you anywhere. Always leaving a fucking mess."

The man shook his head in mock admonishment, smirked at Jen and released his meat from his pants. Shorter than Duane's, his cock was twice the girth. "Guess I'll just have to use her cunt now."

Having captured Alyssa's arm when Carlos' push had sent her slamming into him, Russo took a tighter grip on the trembling teenager as the man passed in front of them, Duane still grasping Jen by the hair and ensuring he drained every last drop from his balls. "Enjoying the show, sweetie?"

Jen flinched as hot cum streamed across her face, thick globs striking her lips and cheeks. Clinging in think ropes down her chin. One of many humiliations this night. Still, humiliation was the least of her worries.

Just endure a little while longer, Jen told herself. They have to leave soon, they just have to, if they hope to evade law enforcement. They wouldn’t have time to torment them long. The thoughts brought her little peace as she licked the softening cock of her first rapist, but Alyssa’s cries sharpened her resolve. She could protect the girl, again. She could do this, and spare Alyssa the horror. There was no choice.

Jen’s strategy of staying strong and silent faltered as the second man took his turn, behind her as it were. There was a moment of anticipation, of a thick head prodded her slit, anticipation that slowed time to a standstill. Then agony, a thick cock driving past fleshy resistance to burrow into her depths. Despite her determination, Jen squealed, eyes watering from the searing pain of cock splitting open her pussy. Before she could begin to recover from the ache, he slammed into her again, demanding more from her already distressed body.

Duane, it seemed, wasn’t done with her, despite painting her face in his domination. “Get me hard again bitch, so I can fuck that cunt too. I’ve been in jail too fucking long to be good on some fucking head.” He smacked his limp length against her cum streaked face, splattering his rank musk, but Jen could hardly bring herself to move. The vicious pounded in her cunt stole her attention, require every ounce of focus she possessed to keep herself from breaking down. Taking note of her unwillingness, his thick fingers tangled in her hair, “Slut, you gave yourself to us to spare her. Get me hard or she will. And I’ll split that tight teen cunt open on some black cock.”

Whimpering, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Jen opened her mouth to let Duane use her more. Bobbing on his length, to he could get hard enough to rape her again.

Just a little longer. To protect Alyssa.

---

"Enjoying the show, sweetie?"

Again, Alyssa squirmed, hoping to wriggle from his grasp. Maybe he’d get distracted enough by the horrific show he was forcing her to watch that she could escape, run to her phone and get the cops here. She just had to hit 911, just let an operating hear her terrified screams before they’d send a squad here. But his grip was tight; This man was always in control. But, what if she could make him lose control? “I hope you got raped in prison. And I hope you get raped again when you go back. Every night until you drop dead.”

Outweighing the girl by at least a hundred pounds, the sixteen year old had no hope of fleeing the ex-policeman's grip, and her kicks and struggles had no effect on Jimmy. After his taunt, he returned his own focus to the aforementioned show.

"That a boy." A malevolent laugh escaped Russo when Duane smacked his dripping, softened cock against Jen's cum splattered face as, simultaneously, Carlos prised her legs apart and slammed every thick inch of his meat into her dry cunt.

Did it hurt?

Obviously, from the agonised squeal that reverberated around the room, and that was fine with Jimmy.

"Ever had a black cock before?" Duane bared his teeth in an expression of pure evil and forced his softened meat back in her mouth, shoving in half his balls as well. Wads of his first load dripped from her chin.

Behind her, Carlos slammed in and out of her pussy. "You know who you remind me of?" Having removed his shirt, the Hispanic's oily, sweaty chest slapped against her back as his invading cock spread her walls apart. "My ex-wife, she had a big mouth, too, and a body to die for." Spittle flew from his lips and landed on her skin, and his nails clawed into the flesh of her thighs, leaving bruises and scratch marks as he grunted between ragged breaths. "Never understood why some guys like the anorexic ones, feels like you're fucking a skeleton. Me, I love 'em with some meat on their bones. What about you, Duane?"

The dark-skinned man had begun to harden again between her lips, drool leaking onto his cock, and bubbles of foaming semen forming around Jen's mouth. "I don't care, long as they got three holes." He maintained a grip on her hair and kept her clamped on his shaft as Carlos's continued thrusts sent her body scrabbling across the carpet. "Get me hard, slut"

Then, abruptly, Duane found his semi-erect meat pulled from between her lips when Carlos ripped her head back, planted it cheek-down on the carpet, flattened her body out and clambered astride her. With his full weight pinning her in place, the man grunted and groaned and pistoned his hips like a jackhammer, brutally pounding Jen's unprepared pussy as if he had not a care in the world for the pain he caused.

Which he didn't.

A short while later, after Carlos released a loud groan and shot his hot load into her abused cunt, it became clear that Duane had not the slightest care either. The second the Hispanic was done and pulled out, leaving Jen's pussy filled to the brim with semen and cum running down her thighs, he jerked head up off the floor by her hair, almost pulling chunks of it from her scalp. "Flip the bitch over."

Lifting her torso up off the floor whilst Carlos grabbed her legs, Duane stroked himself fully erect and scooped a glob of his seed off her cheek with his tip. "Time for some more dark meat." He grinned as he flicked the cum back onto her face, before a scream from Jimmy garnered his and the other man's attention. Forgetting their task, both sets of eyes shot to him.

---

“I hope you got raped in prison. And I hope you get raped again when you go back. Every night until you drop dead.”

It wasn't so much the words that inflamed Jimmy, but the pure hatred and vindictiveness in her tone. It contained a vitriol that it'd taken a man like Russo decades to build up inside. One that, in a million years, he wouldn't believe a teenage girl could be capable of possessing.

"What did you say, you fucking whore?" If his grip had already been tight, it was vice-like now. He stepped back, eyes flaring with fury and jerked her towards him. Before he knew what he was about to dot, Jimmy clenched his free hand into a fist and aimed a punch straight at her jaw. Subconsciously intending to knock out every tooth before he ripped out her tongue.

However, something stopped him at the last moment, and he opened his hand just before he struck her. It'd been the yell from his fellow escapees, screaming 'No Jimmy,' in unison. Likely, for no other reason than they didn't want to be denied any possible opportunity of screwing her sixteen year old pussy.

Still, the slap was twice as hard as the one that he'd earlier given Jenny, and Jimmy's eyes blazed with the same hatred that had been contained in her words as they bore into her. "Keep your trap shut or I'll rape your tight little teen cunt, then slit your damn throat, just like I did with your Mom. Try me, honey."

Except, by the way his friends glared at Russo when he spat out the last threat, they probably wouldn't let him carry that one out until after they'd taken their turn. If even then.

With all three's attention on each other and Alyssa, in what suddenly felt to Jimmy like a Mexican standoff, none of the trio had noted that in their rough treatment of Jen, the binds around her wrists had come loose.

The slap left Alyssa dizzy, her vision blurry long before the impact of the hit sunk in. A thin line of blood trickled from her nose, leaving a salty iron taste on her lips. Still, despite her taunt having the desired effect, Jimmy’s grip was still bruising on her arm. There was no wriggling away. Her life had only been spared because the other two men didn’t want to lose their chance to rape her. It didn’t matter what they told Aunt Jen. She’d never be safe. No hope. Nothing…

---

After another man finished inside her, Jen tried to keep her spirits up. She was that much closer to the end of her nightmare. That much closer to the moment these men would have to flee, have to be out of their lives forever. If she were going to survive this, she had to stay strong and keep her wits about her. It was the only way…

Jimmy’s livid words pierced the fog of Jen’s mind, pulling her away from the distance she tried to put between her mind and what was happening to her. She screamed as he made to hit Alyssa, no longer docile as she struggled against her binds. The other men had taken notice too, and she knew in that moment none of these men intended to spare Alyssa.

If she couldn’t save Alyssa with obedience, she’d have to put up one hell of a bigger fight. So, while her rapists turned their attention towards Jimmy, and ensuring he didn’t kill the girl before they got a chance with her, she wriggled out of her binds and fell onto her hands and knees.

Now! While they were distracted, she bolted up, violated muscles protesting the action until adrenaline kicked in. If only she could get to her phone, all she had to do was dial 911, and a car would be sent to investigate.

“No, you don’t, bitch,” one called, fingertips reaching for her. Naked and skin slick with sweat, he couldn’t get a grasp on her, and she sprinted towards the kitchen, landing hard against the empty door frame. Two sets of feet pounded the wood floors as they pursued her, but she was so close. There, two more steps and she’d reach the counter. Arm outreached, she grabbed her phone as another hand grabbed her.

"You wanna fucking kill her, Jimmy?' Duane stood with teeth clenched and fist bunched at his side.

"What do you care, aren't the other slut's holes tight enough. You think I'm gonna take lip from some teenage whore?"

Whilst the two exchanged shouts and mutual glares, Carlos stayed silent and was the first to notice Jen.

"No, you don't, bitch." The Hispanic lunged, but with his pants around his ankles restricting his movement, she was too quick. His fingers briefly gripped an arm before Jen's sweat-slicked skin slipped through his clutches and she broke free.

"Stop her." Jimmy forgot the squabble as he saw what was happening. He screamed at the top of his lungs, caught between the need to maintain hold of Alyssa and wanting to let go and pursue Jen. If she reached a phone and dialed nine-one-one, they were dead.

Simultaneously, Duane's head snapped around.

The scene transformed into a cacophony of noise and confusion as Jenny scrambled for the kitchen, Carlos swore and attempted to buckle his pants, Jimmy yelled, Alyssa cried and kicked and the dark-skinned man loosed a string of obscenities, then gave chase.

"Drop it." He captured a wrist as she picked up the cell, and hooked his other arm around her torso, dragging her backwards. "I said, fucking drop it." Duane hissed and slammed her knuckles down on the kitchen counter, making Jen's hand open and the phone to fly from her grasp. After it had, he lifted off her feet and hauled her through the door. Chairs scattered across the floor as he slammed her face down on a dining table, pinned Jen's head to the wood and yanked an arm behind her back. "Don't move."

Once the danger passed, Jimmy sighed in relief. Alyssa, at first buoyed with excitement and urging Jen on, fell limp with defeat in his arms, providing no resistance whilst he duck-walked her over to the table. He halted in front of the older woman and tapped Duane's hand, urging him to release his grip, but to remain ready to pounce.

Russo's voice dripped with anger and contempt when he dug his fingers into either side of Jen's jaw and wrenched her head up to look at him. "You lying cunt, you promised to behave. If you can't be trusted, how about I truss you up and leave with the girl instead?'

Keeping Alyssa trapped between his body and the table-edge, and forcing Jen to watch, he used his knife to slice open the teenager's top and expose her bra. Although he felt the shiver of revulsion, Jimmy could only imagine the expression of fear and disgust on Alyssa's face when he cupped a perky tit in his hand and squeezed. His eyes didn't waver from Jen. "Send her back after we've raped her so many times she'll never be right in the head again, stomach bulging with a baby to remember us by. Luck of the draw whether it pops out Negro, Dago or Spic."

With the tension between him and his companions having dissipated and, judging from the way each ogled the sixteen year old's revealed flesh, the two apparently not totally averse to his new suggestion, Russo had regained control. The visage of Alyssa also caused Duane's cock to stiffen to its full length against Jen's thigh and for Carlos to edge closer. Jimmy tweaked the teenager's nipple, eliciting a squeal, and smirked icily down at Jen. "That what you want, or are you going to go back to playing nice, let my buddies dump a few more loads?"

And after they were done, he'd take his turn. Jimmy just hadn't decided yet who of Alyssa or Jen would be the first lucky girl.

This time, Jen didn’t feel so confident that they’d keep their end of the deal, and not just because she’d made an attempt at escape. Still, what other choice did she have, now? All she had left to protect Alyssa was her body, and there was no way she could live with herself if she didn’t do everything in her power to protect Alyssa.

“I…I’m sorry,” she choked out, weeping as her last hopes of rescue or reprieve died. “I won’t fight anymore, won’t struggle, won’t resist.” Her words, hardly intelligible, were smothered in sobs. “Do whatever you want to me, just please –please–, don’t hurt her.”

---

Every inch of Alyssa’s skin would have crawled off her body if it could have, in that moment. Shirtless now before three rapists, there would be no mercy for her, no matter what Aunt Jen did. Worst still was the way her nipple grew hard, responding to that bastard’s touch. It didn’t feel good, but any means, just sensitive.

She wanted to believe they’d pay for this, but it was hard to believe in justice in the moment. What good was justice if she were already violated. What good was justice to a dead woman?

Duane smirked at Alyssa as his cock brushed against Jen’s cunt. Alyssa looked down, unable to stand watching that bastard gloat. Instead, his mocking laughter filled the room, over Aunt Jen’s soft whimpering and the wet slap of flesh in flesh. Her own tears were silent, cool as they slid down her cheeks.

---

Jen tried not to cry out as Duane take another turn. She didn’t want to scare or upset Alyssa anymore than she already was. This second cock didn’t burn like the first, not while cum dripped from her slit. Still hurt though, swollen lips battered by each thrust.

“What’s wrong, you don’t like this black cock?” her rapist laughed, thick fingers digging into her hips. She suppressed a cry as he slammed into her cervix, clenching against this invasion. “Maybe shorty here will like it more? Bet’cha she’d scream for me.”

Jen swallowed down another cry, wishing she had the strength to resist his taunting. But it did give her another idea. If she screamed like he wanted, maybe a neighbor would hear. Trying was better than giving up. So the next time he drove his entire length into her, she howled, screaming her pain into the night.

"You heard the bitch, do whatever you want."

As the black man smiled at Jimmy and moved to closer to Jen, Russo addressed the teenager. 'That turning you on, honey, you like that?"

With her shirt ripped open and small tits exposed to the three men, he'd felt her nipple harden under the tweak of his fingers, in no doubt that it was from anything but arousal, "I bet you're dripping for cock." He whispered in her ear as Duane ripped Jen's thighs apart and slammed his meat back balls-deep into her already violated hole.

"You gonna scream for that black meat?" With the cum from Carlos's load still dripping from her slit and providing lubrication, Duane's meat spread her walls farther apart, and the tip bumped against her cervix. Spittle and epithets flew from his mouth as he fucked the woman without mercy. One of his hands whipped her leg with each thrust and he wrapped the other under her body, causing the wooden table to creak and groan under their combined weight as he viciously pounded her into it.

Whilst Duane ravaged Jen, Russo gripped her by the hair, forcing it to tear painfully between his fingers and for her to witness him slip a palm between Alyssa's legs. When the first wail left the older woman's mouth and reverberated around the room, the teenager quivered in terror.

"That's it, slut, scream. Louder. " Duane, in the throes of passion, urged Jen on.

Russo wasn't so enamoured with noise. Nor was Carlos, who caught eyes with Jimmy. The Hispanic shuffled to the window and drew the curtains back, ensuring that no lights came on in nearby residences.

"Shut it, bitch." Growling, Russo wrapped his fingers around her neck, and squeezed the air out until the screams subsided in her throat.

Just as they did, a howl of pleasure erupted from the dark-skinned man. Duane came as he pulled out of of her abused pussy. Thick hot ropes of his semen spurted onto Jen's back, where it ran down her skin and dribbled down between her ass cheeks.


"All clear."

Receiving confirmation from Carlos that the street remained quiet and deserted, Russo gave neither woman any respite. "Filthy, cum-dripping whore. You still with us, Jen."

He slapped the back of her head and motioned to Alyssa, who'd remained trapped between his torso and the table. "I hope so, because I want you to listen carefully. I promised not to touch the girl, but I can't let her get away with disrespecting her elders. She needs to be taught a lesson and you're going to help me teach it. You're going to tell her to drop to her knees and suck my cock to say sorry."

Alyssa had begun to hyperventilate again, and her plaintive denials were barely audible through the sobs that wracked her body.

There existed little chance now that the night would end without the trio fucking the teenager, however, torturing Jen psychologically was just as pleasurable as watching his buddies brutalise her holes. Jimmy dangled a ray of hope in front of the woman that Alyssa could still escape mostly intact, at least sexually.

"Tell her, and if she sucks me off right, the girl stays a virgin."

An assumption on Russo's part, but Jen would get the message, and if she grasped onto the ray of hope and did as requested, great.

If not, no skin off Jimmy's nose, he'd pin the blame for Alyssa's subsequent gang rape on her refusal to take it.

"Otherwise, my boys will have free reign on her tight, little cunt."

Oh, there was so much Jen wanted to say to Jimmy’s request. Wanted to lash out, to scream, to call him a liar. He never had any intention of sparing Alyssa. All her pain, all her humiliation, all of it was for nothing. She couldn’t protect the girl, couldn’t protect herself.

Instead she closed her eyes, finally letting herself cry as hopelessness set in. She couldn’t watch that bastard put his hands all over Alyssa, couldn’t stand to see the terror and revulsion in the girl’s eyes.

“Alyssa, hun, don’t…don’t fight it…it only gets worse if you fight it…” Jen wept the words distorted by sobs.

“No! Fuck you!” Alyssa shriek, once more renewing her efforts to fight Jimmy off. Pointlessly, of course, but surrender hadn’t helped Aunt Jen, and she had no good reason to believe it would serve her any better. “Fuck you piece of shit!”

“Alyssa!” Jen begged, “Please, don’t make them hurt you. Don’t make it any worse on yourself,” Jen sobbed harder, surrender doing more damage than anything these men did to her.

Alyssa squirmed again, before stilling herself bursting into tears. Had she realized it was better not to fight? Had she given up? The sight of Alyssa’s submission was like a stab in gut. Jen found herself wishing there were a hell, some place to torture these bastards for all eternity.

Regardless, Alyssa nodded, and let herself fall to her knees, shivering and shuddering as Jimmy worked at his belt. She had no experience with this, nothing but the sight of Aunt Jen choked on cock to go on. Not that she needed to figure it out, as Jimmy grabbed her hair in a fist and brought her mouth over to his dick. The musk made her gag, but there was no mercy for her, not as Jimmy forced half his length in her mouth at once. Eying the knife, and knowing how this ended for her mother, Alyssa took a chance. Why get raped and murdered when she could skip the rape part? With that hope, she bit down as hard as she could.

Russo loosened his hold on Alyssa and allowed room for the girl to move as his eyes remained on Jen. His comrades, who'd both gasped with Jimmy's request now stood silent and motionless, Duane with his hand pressed to the raped woman's back, ready to grab her she moved, and Carlos off to the side. The tension was palpable, everyone on edge.

Everyone, that was, except Jimmy. He continued to hold Jen's gaze and reached for his zipper. The sound of it sliding down broke the silence, before Jen spoke, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Alyssa, hun, don’t…don’t fight it…it only gets worse if you fight it…

She must know that the men wouldn't stop, that each was going to rape the girl she was meant to protect, but still she'd done as Jimmy requested. Did she honestly believe that it'd get worse than what they already planned to do with Alyssa, or did Jen say that only to soothe her own guilt.

"You weak slut." Russo shook his head in contempt.

"As for you, stop your fucking whining." He twisted the screaming Alyssa around to face him, and saw the decision dawn in her eyes. She had no choice.

Jimmy's thick veiny cock was fully erect and throbbing for attention when he pulled it all the way free, simultaneously as Alyssa dropped to her knees. He tangled his fingers in the sixteen years old's hair and pulled her lips towards his throbbing erection, the tip glistening with precum, then forced it between them.

"Mmm, she's a good cocksucker, think she can make me come, Jen?" He addressed the older woman as he sank his entire length into the teen's mouth. Pushing down on Alyssa's head, Russo picked up a rhythm and pumped harder, the first cock she'd ever experienced that of her rapist.

'FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK."

Suddenly Jimmy's eyes widened and a scream emanated unbidden from his mouth as Alyssa's teeth clamped down on his meat and bit into the sensitive flesh. Instinctively, he gripped her shoulder and ripped her off him, his legs buckling as he did. The man fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes and his hands cupped to his crotch. Words spilled from Jimmy's mouth, but they were unintelligible, issued through gasps of pain.

It took Carlos and Duane a second to realise what had happened, then a few more to react.

The two men met gazes.

"Mind this slut." Duane indicated at Jen, and as Carlos traded places with him, caught up with Alyssa. He wrapped his around her from behind and lifted her off her feet, swearing and swatting at her arms as she fought to escape.

When the pain began to subside, Jimmy planted a hand on the floor. Slowly, ever so slowly, he regained his breath and moved, first to his knees, then to his feet. The man's expression was filled with fury, but worse was his smile. It was pure evil.

He stared at the teenager, then at Jen, drew his arm back and slapped her so hard it almost took the woman's head clean off. "She'll pay for that."

Then he turned to Alyssa. "Bite me, you little whore." Jimmy drove a fist into the teenager's stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain, before he pulled her loose of Duane's grasp and threw her across the room. She slammed into the wall, kicking up plaster dust from the force, bounced off, and collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor.

"Split her in half, boys."

The man's tone brooked no disagreement.

Jen’s vision swam after the slap, everything blurry and distant for several moments. Almost an eternity, full of Alyssa’s screams and the dull thud of a fist against flesh that cut off her screams. Once her sight cleared, she watched Alyssa smack into the far wall. Only a weak “no” escaped her lips. The men grabbed Alyssa, pushing her down and arguing over who was going to get her first.

“No, not her” Jimmy growled, pointing with his knife back at Jen. “Split that bitch in half. Let’s show this teenaged cunt how much worse things can get for her.”

Duane pulled Jen off the table, lowering her down with Carlos’ help until her swollen slit was lined up with his cock again. Jen released a shuddered gasp as she was dropped down his length, aching, even more, this time. But the worst pain was yet to come, as Carlos forced her down against Duane, heavy breasts flattening into his broad chest, and Carlos’ cock brushing against her swollen, stuffed lips, still dripping with tonight’s violations. Lubed with the cum he had left inside her, Carlos shifted and prodded the tight ring of muscles protecting her ass. Jen only had a moment to ready herself before he tore into her, shoving a burning half length of dick into the too tight hole. Her scream broke through the laughter of her assailants.

---

Jimmy held the knife against Alyssa. “You should have listened to her, whore. She’s screaming now, but things can still get worse. For her, and for you.” The cool metal trailed over skin, not hard enough to cut flesh, but enough to scratch. Leaving her clammy, pale skin an angry pink as he traced the curves for her high, firm breasts. Alyssa’s breaths came in short, raspy bursts. Trying not to succumb to her terror or despair but failing as Aunt Jen’s assault grew more and more vicious. And that bastard’s hands, wandering all over her body, taking liberties she couldn’t resist or deny, made everything worse. In the end, she was helpless.

His rough hand slid down her pants, and the knife remained pressed against her collarbone. Threatening her to far more pain if she struggled or fought back. Pitting her against her instincts and revulsion, her desire to do anything but let this man touch her. Still, his thick fingers pressed into her underwear, rubbing her lips until they parted for him. “You enjoying the show, cunt? That will be you next,” He laughed, a terrible sound, and pushed a fat finger into her tight, unyielding slit.

With his cock stinging from the bitch's bite, Jimmy determined to be the first to shove his meat in the teenager's tight little cunt once he was able to regain an erection. If Jen remained alive to witness that or not, he no longer cared, and his orders came out in a bark.

Duane's expression flashed briefly with disappointment, then he glanced at the knife in his buddy's hand, and there was no way he was going to object. He knew the man would not hesitate to use it and, considering the pissed state he was in, that could as well be on him or Carlos as the women.

"Up the ass." Jimmy again.

When after the men dragged her off the table, Carlos pressed his tip to her puckered hole and thrust. At least the cum dripping from the woman's cunt and between her butt cheeks provided a little lubricant, but apparently not enough, judging by the agonised shriek emitted by Jen when he broke through the ring of muscle and buried his meat to the hilt in her ass. "Take it, you fucking bitch."

Her scream split the night air, but none of them cared this time, not even Jimmy, about the noise. He savoured the pain she was in, and Duane and Carlos had become wholly caught up in the scene. "Scream, bitch, scream for that cock." While Carlos raped her ass, Duane stepped back, gripped her by the hair and slapped her face humiliatingly with his erection, leaving trails of precum glistening on her cheeks. Then, when the man behind her tightened his grip and grunted with effort, her mouth opened in another scream and Duane stuffed it with dark meat.

The men spit-roasted the woman, both taunting, laughing and moaning as the sounds of their vicious fucking filled the room. With Jen's nose squashed to his abdomen, Duane's balls slapped against her chin as he pistoned in and out of her mouth. They built a rhythm between them. Duane's length invaded her throat, the tip bumping against the back of it and cutting off her airways as Carlos slammed into her ravaged ass, feeling something break inside her.

Meanwhile, Jimmy might not have yet been capable of screwing her, but that didn't stop him from groping the teenager. He fondled her tits, eliciting moans of terror and pain with each tweak and pinch of a nipple. "This turning you on, slut? " As he mocked, he slid his palm down between her legs, parted her pussy lips and jammed a fat finger second-knuckle deep inside her. "I'm gonna prove how much worse it can get." He ran the point of the knife down her torso, raising scratches on her skin. Then, uncaring that the blade dug into his palm and tore flesh, he removed his finger, flipped the knife in his grip and shoved the handle up Alyssa's cunt.

Blood dripped from his palm onto the teenager's thigh as he raped her virgin pussy with the knife handle. His other hand gripped the back of neck harshly, and he forced her to watch Jen's face contorted in pain while the men mercilessly ravaged her throat and ass. Duane finished first. His body spasmed and bucked when he held her down on his meat and shot thick, hot ropes of semen into her mouth. Gobs of cum mingled with saliva and dribbled out to dangle in threads from Jen's lips and chin. Carlos continued to pound her brutally from behind. "After they're done, I'm gonna let 'em loose on you."