Posted by Ripper X on July 20, 2003 at 20:42:08:
The stupid slut whined and cried as he manipulated her like a puppet into doggy position. Her head pressed into the bed and her ass high up in the air. "Hey R-man, you got a rubber band or something?"
"Yeah, but it's too small to go around her titties." Rapeman knowingly replied, tossing him a bright red rubber band that he found on the floor.
"Well, it's just for her hair." He spat kneeling behind her, gathering up her long blond hair and tied it into a ponytail. Using a second band to cinch the end of the pony tail together, and a third kept the middle from bulging out, fashioning a nice long braid of hair. And the bitch didn't have to wait too long to find out why when he stuck it in his teeth and yanked it backwards so hard that it pulled her head and upper body painfully off of the bed and he drove his fully erect 8" cock halfway up her shithole.
She screamed, hollered, and sobbed as he thrust into her again and again, burying his thick black fuck tool inside her tight asshole. His dick tore into her intestines as he moved his hips in slow circles. His hands slid up and down her sides, feeling the harsh pumping of her chest.
He began to fuck his cock up and down inside her while his hands fisted her fat jugs, brutally squeezing and mashing them. His fingers digging into the soft meat, pinching her. He mashed them flat against her ribs, then let them drop and squeezed the sides, mashing them into hard balls of distended meat.
Rapeman cheered him on, chuckling and sipping a beer, amused.
The black rapist loomed over her, his hips slowly grinding into her buttocks as he brought his chest down against her back. His hands pressed flat against the bed, crushing her breasts; He slowly lowered his 225 pounds of muscle down onto her 115 pounds of sexy sinew, and never stopped fucking her ass.
"Stroke!" He yelled, ramming into the white blond bitch heaving and sobbed under him.
"Stroke!" He called again, less than a second later, continuing to plug her feces-chute with his stallion-like cock, throbbing to bigger and bigger thicknesses and length.
"Hoh boy, Buddy, but you're big!" Rapeman gasped, his finger tracing the view of Buddy's cock inside of the violated rape-fuck-bitch, "I swear your bigger than the last time I've seen you in action? Have you been gaining weight down there? You must be 9 inches by now!"
"Yeah, guess I have! Just goes to show what clean, healthy living can do for a brother!" Buddy said, after watching his cock ram in and out of her anus for a few moments. The bitch heaved for a breath, barely managing to get any air in her lungs because of the swelling bruise in her throat and the horrible blistering pain in her ass.
"You hear that bitch," Rapeman yelled into their toys pain-twisted face, "Buddy's got nine inches of meat up your fucking shithole! I wouldn't be surprised if it came out your fucking mouth, pig!"
"Nooo," The blond squealed, but the boys were to busy violating her to pay the slightest bit of attention to what she was saying. Buddy's was really taking his time in an amazing show of endurance.
After fifteen minutes of watching an old fashioned asshole raping, Rapeman got bored and decided to take a short constitutional around the area, fondly remembering the time he found two coed hikers; he had had many hours of fun forcing them to have lesbian sex with each other before fucking them both. After he had shoved their arms into each other's asses, he bound them together and buried them alive. He smiled as he took a piss on their shallow graves, and returned to the cabin.
He opened the door to find Buddy out of her asshole, his cock huge and pulsing and slimy with the girl's shit and blood. He obviously hadn't cum yet, and was fisting himself with one hand. In the other a large serrated hunting knife. He was slowly dragging its edge along her raw asscheeks. Occasionally the bitch jerked a little, and only then did the blade leave shallow, bleeding cuts.
"I know you feel this knife bitch!" Buddy yelled, getting in touch with his sensitive side, "Yeah, it's a foot long and sharp enough to cut bone! I'm gonna shove it up your asshole and slice you a new hole! Would you like that? Oh, how I love to see you squirm like that, bitch! Where you think you're going to go? Your not going anywhere Bitch! No one's going to save you! Your nothing any more but meat! My meat!"
"Ahem!" Rapeman coughed, "Excuse me, she's My meat!"
"Yeah. Of course, dude. Sorry to butt in," Buddy mumbled shamefully, "But you weren't gonna kill her or torture her or nothin! I was just going to have some fun! Then, after she's dead, I can cook her up! You know how much you like my Bitch-B-Q!"
It was true. He had savored his friend's ‘Bitch-B-Q' when last he'd had it. There's nothing like the taste of fresh girl meat to wet the appetite. But no, this was Rapeman's bitch, and they were gonna do her his way.
'No way man, this bitch belongs to me!"
"No," The blond sputtered. Both men turning to look at her. Hate and anger fired deep in their eyes.
"No," The amazing word escaped her cracked lips, stained with dried blood and cum.
"I, I don't belong to you... I don't... I'm ... Katie Price... Secretary... Boyfriend...."
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA BAWHAHAHHAHA BWAWAAWAHAHHAHA!!!
"Little blond twat thinks she's a person! God that's funny" Rapeman laughed. But his demeanor suddenly changing as he grabbed her head by the pony tail and forced her to look into his eyes.
"This bitch is mine, Got that?" He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, sure. Gotcha." Buddy said, still getting a last few chuckles out over the rapee-rapee's feeble attempt at persuasion.
Rapeman and Buddy couldn't never stay angry with each other for long. They sat down and drank a few beers, reminiscing about old times. About all the good rapes they've shared, and their collected rape stories from the past eight months. It was well after dark when they noticed that the sack of pussy/tittie meat ``Katie Price'' was silent. Walked over to her, Rapeman saw her breathing was regular and she was curled up in a tight little ball. Hands still tied behind her neck.
Her finger tips were going white, so he cut the rope letting her hands fall free. He undid the collar, leaving her totally naked, and rolled over onto her back. Lightly, he slapped a tittie, watching it giggle. The bitch rape-pig just moaned and rolled her head, but didn't wake up.
"Fucking whore's unconscious!" Rapeman spat, "I hate these fucking pigs who can't take a little hard shithole raping without going catatonic. Let's see if I can wake her up!"
He grabbed her pony-tail and jerked her head up, she moaned and then **SLAAPP** he backhanded her, her head rolled with the blow, her eyes wide open in terror.
"C'Mon whore! Time to get up! Your torture isn't over! Nightmares not in there; Nightmare is right here!"
He lashed out and slapped her titties repeatedly, causing them to sway and bob. Buddy, who never tired of trembling tits, smiled and laughed with amusement as the suffering bitch woke to find herself still a captive of the two rapists.
"Oh god..." She moaned, Rapeman still happily whacking her tits. She tried to tell him to stop, but he ignored her and kept her titty jiggling. It was just then that the blond bimbo realized that her hands were free. Her spirit seemingly renewed, she lashed out at Rapeman, scratching him with her long painted nails.
"If that's the best you got whore," He snickered, "You're in for some deep shit now!"
The blond squealed and bucked, but it was no use. He grabbed the arm that had hit him and twisted it up behind her back. She yelped and howled as he bent her arm painfully backwards, threatening to break it. Her body buckling, scrambling to escape the pain.
Rapeman hated bitches; but what he hated most were bitches who couldn't take a healthy session of violence and rape (which was most), and he absolutely hated whores who hurt him during their rape 'lessons'.
"C'Mon Bitch, I go out of my way to treat my cock to your juicy tender bits and you have the fucking nerve to strike me? What exactly gives you that right? Is there something special about you? You're fucking pretty, but so what? So have been all of the bitches I've raped! Now apologize to me! "
The exhausted, horrified girl could only clench her teeth at the new torture of her slowly snapping arm.
"Say it, or I fucking break your arm!"
"I ... I... A-am... S-s-sorrryyyy!" The bitch frantically howled in pain as he twisted her arm so tight that there was an audible pop in her shoulder joint, "Oh God Oh God," she repeated over and over.
"Now kiss my crotch Bitch," Rapeman shouted at her, noticing that this small diversion might just be an attempt on her feeble part not to be poked by his manhood again, "Beg me to fuck you, or I let Buddy make up a new game with his knife and your bouncy tits!"
"Oh God, please," The bitch moaned, tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling. She pressed her face against the crotch of his jeans, knowing that she didn't have a choice. It was either that or would completely break her arm, "Oh no. Fuck me, oh God. Please stop, oh no. I mean Yes! Yes. Fuck me please. Stop. My arm. . ."
"Glad to see you have some sense left Bitch!" Rapeman said, letting go of her arm and shoving her back to the bed, "Nothing I hate more then pounding my cock into a catatonic bitch!"
"Ooohhh... Please," The Bitch squealed as he grabbed her wrists and pulled them up and over her head.
"You can stop begging now Slut-pig!" He growled, securing her wrists to the headboard.
Grabbing her ankles, he tugged them up and over her head as well. Once they were bent back as far as they would go. Rapeman gave them a couple extra nudges just to be sure, and then tied the cord tightly around the end of the bedpost right by her wrists.
He looked down at the sobbing, tear-stained, horror-stricken face peering up at him from between her ankles. Smiling, he slid his hand down the backside of her leg, feeling the tightness in her quivering muscles, until his hand came to a stop over her cunt.
"Oh my!" He gasped in mock surprise, covering his mouth with one hand, "Young ladies shouldn't have their cunnies open so wide; who knows what kind of monster would shove his prick in there!"
"Why, only slutty whores would have their legs open this wide; are you a slutty whore?" He asked, degrading her as he shoved two fingers into her sore cunt, banging her.
‘No,' The Bitch moaned, he wasn't sure if it was in answer to his question though.
"Well, if you don't close your legs like a good girl, I'm gonna have to call my good friend Buddy over here to help you close them."
The girl became frantic, uselessly begging and pleading while Rapeman and Buddy leered, she struggled against her bonds which made her tits sway back and forth and her cute ass wiggle seductively.
"It would appear," Buddy said between sips of beer, "That this white whore is afraid of me."
"I can't say why," Replied Rapeman, "When you've been nothing but nice and pleasant to her, it's not like you raped her or anything."
"Hey Buddy," He said pointing to her blond pubic hair which was trimmed nice and short, "You like fucking whores with cunt hair?"
"Can't say that I do, Rapeman" Buddy answered with a grin, "I like mine smooth like a prepubescent."
"Get ready to be plucked whore!" He yelled, reaching for the bed stand where all of his sex toys were kept. Finding a pair of needle nose pliers.
"Yeah know," He commented, his eyes transfixed on the filthy tool, "There must be some better way of getting that unsightly hair off her."
"But, I can't think of any!" He hollered with joy, "Here we go!"
Vroom! Vroom!
Rapeman made airplane noises as he guided the pliers towards her cunt like a mother feeding a baby. Terrified, the blond looked between her impossibly stretched legs screaming for him to stop. Which Rapeman was just as ready to stop, as he was to putting a bullet in his brain.
Humming to himself, he gripped a few of her blond snatch hairs with the pliers and slowly pulled them away from her body. Her pubic skin painfully stretching further and further, and he held them right there. Right on the verge of being torn out. Extending her horror and his pleasure. Then, finally he would yank them out with a viscous twist, listening closely so that he could hear each hair ripping from its root.
The blond bitch yelped as her pubic hair was ripped out.
He was taking more than adequate hairs to cause her real pain, but not enough to make the horrible procedure too short. Rapeman sniggered again as he yanked out another knot of pussy hair. And another! And another! Carefully he put the hairs on a white napkin. He was kind of thankful that she had told them her name. Now he could bag and label them, 'Katie Price' instead of the usual ‘Blonde/early twenties'.
After five minutes of denuding her slit, he was done and only the very short hairs remained. The rest of her pubic area was an inflamed bright red. The girl sobbed miserable, her head turned to the side, unable to close her legs, unable to gain any protection, unable to escape Rapeman's torture.
"Ok, pal, she's ready for you again."
Buddy whooped and hopped out of his chair, practically tearing off his clothes again. Slamming himself down on the bitch! Punishing her strained legs! A tear-streaked face staring up at him with bubbling horror from between her ankles only turned him on more! With no warning and no problem he thrust into her opened cunt. The whore screamed and sobbed as Buddy thrust his 9 inches of dick up into her ripping cunt hole, brutally raping her. His cock: A weapon of pain. A weapon he rammed into her, tearing at her velvety inner linings.
"Oh, stop please! Stop, it hurts so much your go-going to kill me!" The rape-pig pleaded.
"I like the thought of that, Pig" Buddy yelled, "Killing you with my cock!"
Buddy slapped her face hard, then again as the squealing whore under him trembled violently. Seeing such a pretty girl being abused and raped was making Rapeman's cock rock-hard again. Stripping out of his clothes, Rapeman climbed onto the bed ordering Buddy to lift her up so he could squeeze his huge body under the sobbing whore.
"Time to make you squeal, little piggy!" He laughed, and bit down on her ear. The cunt-toy shrieked in pain. She squealed even louder still as he thrust 8 inches of throbbing man-meat into her shithole.
Crying fiercely, Rapeman felt her tears pelt his face and neck. Reaching around he started mashing and twisting her large tits, pounding in rhythm with his friend. The stupid slut shivered and screamed and shook back and forth, as if they were electrocuting her.
Two huge men, five-hundred pounds of muscle sandwiched the hundred and fifty-pound girl. She was almost completely invisible between their rutting bodies.
Rapeman's 8" cock, and Buddy's 9 inches.
Their stroking speed was similar at around 50 full strokes per minute.
Together, it was 100 strokes in and out each minute.
That's 1700" inches of hard, throbbing man-meat ripping the little blond apart each minute!
Simply put, that's as if the whore was taking a whole football field per minute. Imagine her misery. Imagine her pain. Imagine her fear and her humiliation, and then imagine how much fun it is! How much Rapeman and his buddy are enjoying the whores body.
Rapeman continued mauling her tits with his hands. Pinching and squeezing and stretching them and biting into her neck. Leaving behind black and blue marks. Occasionally sinking his teeth all the way into the tender girl-meat, while Buddy alternately slapped her face, enjoying her absolutely helpless body squirming beneath him.
"Hey," Rapeman said, still quite rational, even though the stupid bitch sandwiched between him and his pal wasn't, "How about we marathon this bitch?"
"Sure," Buddy answered as he rammed his prick into her swollen, bleeding cunt, "Let's give it a go!"
Although her world had long ago vanished into a dense fog of quite non-sexual pain, the bitch must have been aware of Rapeman pushing up with his legs and Buddy grabbing the back of her head and pulling her to him, crushing her tiny white body against his gleaming, black, muscled skin.
Both men began to roar and fuck into her as hard as they could. Two men, who could easily bench over 250 pounds each, ripped into the miserable slut with all their pent-up rage. Their pace went from 50 rpms, to 60 fucks per minute. Then to 70 . . . Then to 80 . . . and then slowing its acceleration at 95 full cock thrusts per minute!
The bitch named Katie screamed like a car engine with the needle buried in red! Blood exploded from her asshole and pussy. Her whole body shook, back and forth, forward and backward, like she was going to explode. Her screams of misery where even louder than her two rapists' howls of pleasure and throes of passion. What the bitch didn't know, what she could never have imagined with that tiny little brain in her pretty little head, was that this rapid torture-fucking would continue until one of these men ran out of strength. That was going to be a very long time for athletes like them...
Buddy screamed and fell, exhausted out of the near-dead bitch.
Rapeman smiled and hummed to himself while he fucked her a few more minutes, then withdrew himself, pushing the disgusting barely-breathing carcass of Katie Price off of him.
It tumbled to the floor and fell unconscious. It's legs splayed. The blood still trickling from it's gaping cunt and asshole. It's face a mess of bruises, and it's titties were two huge swollen purple masses. It was in need of severe medical attention, and soon, else it will die.
Rapeman and Buddy looked at each other. Both men were slick with sweat but happy. Each exhausted, they smiled and laughed. The marathon rape had lasted two and a half hours, maintaining the same break-bitch pace. The moron cow had taken over seven miles of cock!
"Damn," Buddy muttered, clutching his side, "I must have sprained something."
"I didn't hurt myself!" Rapeman laughed, "Well, not serious harm anyway."
"You wanna go out for a drink?" Buddy asked, getting dressed.
"No, I don't think so." Rapeman declined, "Its been a long day, but take the used up whore with ya, and dump her in the woods."
Buddy gladly slung the sack of used meat over his shoulder, and dumped her twitching body in the woods about 10 miles away.Her hazy eyes saw her brutal rapist walking away. The song birds sang sweetly in the trees, but she couldn't hear them through the pounding in her head. Her whole body was one agonizing bruise.
Buddy spit on her as he left the naked, battered blond twitching on the path of a lesser used trail. He wouldn't kill her. It would be luck -- if someone passed through here within the next hour or so, she would live to have a ‘nightmare haunted' horrible life; Otherwise, she would die. Alone, lost, and helpless in the forest.