The water was cold and the stream knocked me off balance. I covered my breasts and bare pussy while he sprayed me down. He turned off the water and I was left standing there, dripping and shivering from the cold. He got the cot and dragged it over to me. He had me get on it short-wise on my hands and knees. I knew what was coming next when he walked around behind me. Smack! His hand came down on my ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! Again and again he slapped me. Not going to lie, I love being spanked but not like this. He was hurting me. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to mark me. But I stubbornly resolved to endure.
I was anticipating yet another slap on the ass when I felt his big hands on my hips instead. He rammed himself into my asshole, getting several inches inside me on the first try. It hurt... badly. I couldn't hold back the cry of pain which was drowned out a moment later by Marlin's triumphant laughter. He pushed and pushed his cock into my ass and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I had a moment of clarity then, thinking about the woman whose place I was taking tonight. She didn't always have a choice of who fucked her, and how they fucked her. I thought about women who were abused and enslaved and how I really had been pampered all my life.
And now I was literally being raped in the ass by this living piece of shit. As he began thrusting in and out of me, making a cock stroker out of my colon, I vowed to get even with this motherfucker. But first I'd have to survive. And to do that I had to let him do whatever he wanted. The pain was already subsiding somewhat. I was able to master myself and relax enough that the brutal fucking was not quite torture. It still hurt though. I was going to feel his first penetration for a long time. The other men urged him on, reminding me that I had an audience. I thought about the things I did when a lover took me this way, the things that would make it more pleasurable for him. But no use doing those things for Marlin. It wasn't about pleasure for him.
I was so relieved when he slammed into me extra hard and followed up with a few shallow thrusts. But then he yanked it out of me as hard as he had rammed it in and it hurt just as bad. I felt tears in my eyes as I wondered how a man could even want to treat a woman this way. I didn't have much time to cry though because another cock was in my ass without delay. This fucker was more gentle than Marlin, thankfully. But whoever it was had already come in me or on me so I knew it wasn't going to be a quickie.
I stayed up on my hands and knees but I hung my head while he fucked me. Marlin strutted around to the other side of the cot. Without warning he grabbed me by my hair and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth, still warm from my bowels. I turned my head away and spit out the filthy taste. He hit me so hard that I saw stars. He actually fucking hit me. The guy in my ass stopped mid-stroke.
"I didn't say spit, bitch. You clean me up right now."
I thought for a moment. His cock was dirty from my ass and I knew my ass was relatively clean. I'd seen girls do this in dirty movies, and guys too. I'd licked my husband's ass and he's licked mine. I could do this. I fought down the disgust that struggled against self-preservation and opened my mouth for him. I licked and sucked and swallowed and pretended it was something other than what it was. I kept at it until he was happy and stepped away. Then the guy behind me resumed his fuck.
After that there was no technique, no arousal, no variation. Some fucked my ass and some fucked my pussy. Some came around to let me suck them off and I no longer cared which hole their dicks had been in before then. They weren't pulling out of either hole and as they came in my mouth I just let it drool out on my hands. I felt defeated, broken. And the worst thing was that it was all for no use. I learned nothing from coming here and could only hope to provide a distraction until the place was eventually raided.
Finally the dicks stopped coming and Marlin helped me up on shaky legs. Then he forced me down on my knees for one final humiliation. The eight men formed a semi-circle around me and got out their cocks. The realization hit me and I lowered my head in shame.
"Look up, bitch!" Marlin barked and I lifted my face just as the first stream of urine hit me. Soon I was drowning in it. "Open your mouth, bitch!"
I opened my mouth and kept it open as long as I could. I knew I would have to swallow but I didn't want to do it more than once. As the streams began to subside I finally choked down a mouthful of acrid piss.
"Good job, slut. That wasn't so bad." He made it sound like it was over and I felt a glimmer of hope. But then he pulled out a wicked-looking knife and my heart plunged into icy water. "All right, let's cut this bitch up and feed her to the sharks."
"Hold up," a voice dissented. It was Richard, finally coming to my rescue. "Why don't we keep her until the morning? Then we can have some more fun."
"We're gonna have fun with the rich bitch tomorrow morning." Marlin replied. He gestured with his knife toward a row of doors on the opposite wall. A light was burning behind the one farthest from the garage entrance. Hot damn!
"But what if they pay the ransom tonight?"
Marlin laughed and several of the men joined in on his mirth. "It doesn't fucking matter, that's what."
The big man turned toward me, his eyes glittering with malice. So close I had come and fallen just short. Then something flashed before my eyes and I heard a sickening crack. Marlin howled in pain and fell to his knees, clutching his arm. Richard was swinging a mop handle like a martial artist and several of his former gang were already stretched out on the wet concrete floor. I grabbed the knife from where it had fallen and quickly unfastened the collar that confined me.
I streaked across the room to my discarded purse and retrieved the vibrator. I turned its indicators to say that the girl was present and that the situation was urgent. Just as I sent the message I felt a big hand on my neck. Marlin grabbed me and threw me backward, hitting my head on the floor. He retrieved the knife with his left hand, his right hanging uselessly at his side. He glared at me and I thought he would kill me right then. But he turned instead toward the heavy metal door at the entrance of the room where Richard struggled with another man over a rifle.
There was a thump that shook the ground beneath me. I sprang to my feet and ran up behind Marlin, fearful of his knife but desperate to help Richard. There was another thump, louder this time, and for lack of a better idea I grabbed on to his knife hand and threw my weight on it. It didn't have the effect I was hoping for. Even injured, he was incredibly strong. He tried to shake me off with his good arm. Once, twice, he shook me. Then there was an enormous thump and a doorway of light appeared where a door had not been before. Marlin shook me again and everything went black.
*****
I'm told the raiding party encountered minimal resistance. They bypassed traps and sentries by blasting their way through the wall, only to find Richard's surprise attack had largely neutralized the threat. The gang members were taken alive and were providing priceless information about an organization that spanned several countries. Marlin, sadly, did not survive the interrogation. Apparently he attempted to escape and had some kind of freak accident in the process. I understand a "flash-bang" is like a bomb. Not sure I want to know what a "prison pocket" is.
They found the girl in good health, thankfully. Her wealthy parents were very appreciative. Offered a reward, I persuaded them to make donations instead to charities that help women escape sexual abuse. I know I will be spending some of my own money and time helping these groups in the future. It was beyond time I stopped focusing on my own pleasure and comfort.
