WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read this tale of violence, rape and non-consensual sex. This particular story features characters under the age of 18. If you find this subject matter offensive, please stop reading. This story is fiction and no characters portrayed are meant to resemble any real person. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, stop reading now. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. No one is being hurt here, and this is pure fantasy.
For those who wish to continue, please enjoy.
SubhumanBy Sparx
One:
What lay beneathThe LRT train hurtled through the calm night, metal grinding as it speared into a dark tunnel. The passengers could hear a distant ambulance siren if they were listening, but that sorrowful wail died as each train car passed out of the moonlight and into the yawning darkness of the tunnel. The train was downtown, passing beneath the city streets above.
Jennifer Goodwin checked the sparkling watch on her slender wrist. It was three-thirty a.m. and this was the last train heading across town. She yawned and stretched, her long bare legs curving out from beneath the hem of her party dress that came to mid-thigh. The dress was black and it matched the black pearl that dangled on a silver chain between her breasts. She wore a long sleeved leather jacket that was unbuttoned midway, exposing her cleavage. She was a brunette and her thick, luscious hair fell in waves, framing her stunningly beautiful face. She looked over at her companion, her agent and on again, off again boyfriend Curtis. He was folded up as small as he could, his head lolling awkwardly and he was snoring loudly, his mouth open. She giggled briefly and shook her head. He was wasted and when Jen had wanted to leave the party, she had to hold him up when they waited for the train. He had half-heartedly groped at her and she was fairly annoyed at that fact still. They hadn’t slept together in four months, and he thought just because he had too much to drink, he could just put his hands all over her.
Curtis slumped against her on the subway bench, and she pushed him back towards the window harder than she intended, a mock look of disgust on her face. His head knocked against the window and almost woke him up.
“Ow…” He muttered before settling back into his rhythmic snore.
As she took her eyes off of him with a grimace for almost waking him up, she caught the look of the only other passenger on the train. It was an older man, maybe in his seventies and when Jen looked over, she caught him licking his lips and rubbing a hand between his legs.
“You can still get that thing up old man?” She called over to him and the man flushed, turning away. As grossed out as the man’s look had made her, she felt vindicated for telling him off. The train was slowing as it neared a station, the breaks squealing as the train came to a stop in the bright florescent glow of the station lights. Jennifer looked at the station map; her hotel was the next stop. She watched the old man stand up and shuffle quickly out the sliding glass doors and into the light. He made for the stairs at the back of the platform, joined by several people from the train car in front of Jennifer’s. She watched them go, half a dozen of them. Men and women, she actually recognized a couple of them from the party. She had been so focussed on dodging Curtis’ hands she hadn’t noticed them getting on. She tried to wave to them as the doors closed but they were involved in their conversations and as the doors slid shut, the train lurched into motion leaving the bright platform behind.
It had been an awesome after party. Jennifer was originally from the UK but she now lived in California and worked as a model. She was up in Canada for a big fashion tour and tonight had been a big show. She had taken control of the runway in elegant evening dresses, and later incredibly revealing lingerie. Jennifer didn’t mind. She was gorgeous and fit and she loved the attention. The snapping cameras, people turning to each other to comment on the clothing that she brought to life, she loved it.
The party had been at the apartment of one of the designers. It was the penthouse suite in a downtown high rise and while Jen had definitely been in nicer places, she could see herself living in a place like that. But, when Jen saw how poorly Curtis was handling his booze, she knew that she should escort him back to their hotel, where they rooms across the hall from each other. When he had attempted to light heartedly molest her, she wondered for a moment if the whole thing wasn’t a ploy to get her back into his bed, but on closer inspection she could see that he was well and truly wasted.
Jennifer looked at her reflection in the window glass and watched the occasional light snap by on the tunnel wall outside the train. Her thoughts were interrupted as the train approached the next station, her and Curtis’ stop. As the train came to a halt and the doors opened, Jennifer turned to wake Curtis as a devious idea slipped into her mind. She stood, her balance confident in strappy high heeled shoes, and strode off the train and onto the platform. As the door closed behind her, she spun a slow one eighty and blew a kiss to Curtis through the glass. She watched with a smirk as the train carried him off down the line, away from their hotel. Served him right for earlier, she thought. She imagined him being awakened by the conductor at the end of the line, and how angry he’d be with her. She relished the thought as she turned back to the station she now stood in to get her bearings. She saw the stairs at the back of the platform, a single flickering light shining on it. Curiously, there was a closed gate in front of the stairs. She didn’t remember it being there when they’d boarded the train earlier to go downtown. She walked with long strides towards the stairs through deep shadows, the previous station had been much brighter Jennifer thought as a sinking feeling set in. Goose bumps stood out on her arms, and she looked around cautiously, instincts telling her it wasn’t the cold that was giving her chills. She zipped her jacket up to her neck none the less. She quickened her pace as she neared the stairs and the light, a butterfly of panic was setting into her chest as she reached the gate and saw the padlock and chain on it. She reached out for the cross crossing metal, her fingers brushing cold steel before tightening around in a fist and shaking the gate softly. She took the padlock in her hand and tugged. It was locked tight, her eyes tracing the chain as it looped through each half of the gate, sealing the access to the stairs.
Jennifer looked up above the passageway to the stairs and saw the station label, Fuller Street South it read in fading block letters, the same as on the map and Jennifer was confused before realization began to dawn on her. How could she be so stupid, she thought as she remembered Curtis’ friend Paul, who was their contact her in Edmonton, giving them directions.
“If you hit Fuller Street, you’ve gone too far and have to do most of the loop again, so don’t miss your stop. It’s a real pain in the ass.” Paul’s words filled Jennifer’s head now as the butterflies in her chest exploded and her eyes followed the tiles in the wall to another sign that hung crooked on the wall. The sign read NOT PATROLLED by LRT security.
Jennifer looked farther down the platform to where light shone through an identical gate and an identical staircase. She looked through the bars of the one she stood in front of and tried to think of what to do.
“Hello?” She called, confident that anyone who heard her would come to her aid.
“Help!” She called out louder and then stopped to listen. Her imagination told her that she heard something skittering in the darkness behind her, but from the safety on the other side of the gate there was nothing. She decided to try the other stairwell and headed in that direction. Her instincts told her to run from the darkness that was enveloping her and what might be lurking inside it, but she told herself that she was being foolish and forced herself to walk, though briskly. She passed a corridor with a washroom sign hanging above it, with an arrow pointing into the inky blackness beyond. She could see a faint light coming from under a door at the far end of the short corridor.
There was a sound like an aluminum can rolling across the concrete floor just then, from somewhere in the gloom behind her and she did break into a run, her heart in her throat. Her expensive shoes threatened to trip her as she heard another sound in the dark and she screamed, slamming into the gate of the next stairwell.
“Help, anyone!” She screamed out, pressing her face against the bars. There was no reply and she felt tears threatening to burst from her eyes. She forced herself to take a breath and calm down. She stood up straight and released her grip on the gate. She turned slowly to face the darkness behind her. Her heart was racing and she started to count her pulse to calm herself down.
She screamed as a beam of light hit her from behind. She was bathed in it, vulnerable and exposed in the abyssal darkness that surrounded her in the pool of light from the flashlight that shone through the bars behind her.
“Excuse me Miss.” Came the man’s voice behind the light. He turned the beam on himself. He wore a uniform, not quite like a cop. LRT security was the label on his jacket. “You’re not supposed to be over there, the station is closed.”
“I…” Jennifer stammered. “I missed my stop.” She managed finally and started to cry, mostly in relief.
“Okay, Okay.” The security officer said. “It’s not a big deal. Let me get the gate.” There was a jingle as he fished a key ring off his belt. He put the flashlight under his arm and awkwardly fit a key into the lock. It didn’t work. He went to try another key but he dropped the ring with a clatter. He looked at her for a moment.
“Here, hold this for me.” He said and passed the flashlight through the gate. She took it and shone it on the ground where he had dropped the keys. He bent to retrieve them and she saw the pistol holstered at his hip. The gun made her feel safer.
The officer got the right key on the next try and pulled the chain free, sliding the gate open with a rattle. Jennifer hurried through delicately and up a few stairs passed him.
“Thank you, that was a nightmare.” Jennifer said with a huge sigh of relief as she turned to shine the light for him. When she turned back, he wasn’t moving. His head poked between edges of the open gate, listening.
“What are you doing?” She asked him.
“I thought I heard something.” He said. “Anyway, let me just lock this back up and I’ll walk you up to street level. You’ll have to catch a cab or something, the LRT isn’t running anymore tonight.”
Jennifer watched him pull the gate shut and wind the chain around it again, he was trying to find the lock, as it had fallen loose. He located it by the wall, and scooping it up he hunched over to fasten the chain with it. Jennifer turned the beam of the flashlight away from him, to look up the stairs behind her. The stairs curved away out of sight.
The security guard cried out as there was a terrible slam against the gate. Jennifer screamed as she spun back to see the guard collapsed against the gate. He screamed as meaty thuds came to her ears. His body was wracked with spasms as she swung the light back towards him. He faltered and fell, his legs giving out and she watched as if in slow motion as he twisted in his fall, and the crude home-made knife lodged in his back tore free of the dirty hand that clutched at it. There was a man in the darkness whose eyes flicked to her and glared greedily. They were frozen for a moment in time just looking at each other until Jennifer broke eye contact to see that the security guard had managed to snap the lock shut around the chain. She was safe. The assailant followed her gaze and snatched at the lock, yanking on it in frustration, shaking the gate noisily. And then he crouched suddenly, arms squeezing through the bars groping at the guard where he slumped against the gate and wall, gurgling blood and hanging onto the last shreds of his life. A pool of blood was forming as the man in the dark grabbed the guard by the face and reached for the stuck knife. Jennifer looked at the gun on the dying guard’s hip and for a moment thought she had the courage. But as the cruel piece of sharp metal was torn out of the guard’s flesh and then stabbed repeatedly into the side of the his neck, she turned and ran. The image of those dirty jacketed arms snatching at the keyring on the guard’s belt was seared into her mind as she took off up the steps. She reached the top as she heard the gate below her crash open. She could see the exit sign at the end of a long pedestrian tunnel, and a final staircase to the street. She ran, the flashlight beam shaking wildly over graffiti and a newspaper box.
An iron grip closed over the wrist of her trailing arm, yanking her back. The flashlight flew from her grasp as she fell back into her pursuer. He fell back against the wall and she screamed again, struggling with everything she had to break free. She lashed out at his face and lifted her knee as hard as she could between his legs. He grunted and faltered and she as free. She turned as he went down behind her and for a split second she felt relief wash over her and then that same iron hand closed around her ankle and she went down hard, the wind knocked out of her. He was on top of her then, pressing his weight into her. A hand clamped over her mouth, though she had no breath to scream. She saw the flashlight had come to rest at the foot of the stairwell, not five feet from where she had fallen. She was dragged back into the darkness. At the gate she was shoved hard into the wall, shoulder hurt from the impact.
“Don’t move.” The voice in the gloom ordered. She slumped to the floor and he turned his back to her, fishing at the corpse of the guard. A moment later he stood and turned to face her. Something hard and metal pressed under her chin and lifted her face to meet his. He put the barrel of the guard’s pistol against her soft lips.
“Understand?” Was the simple question to which she couldn’t summon a reply. Her breathing was heavy and finally she managed a nod when he pressed the gun harder, hurting her soft flesh between the gun metal and her teeth. He snatched a handful of her hair and twisted his hand, pulling her up. She screamed and struggled to stand.
“Stand up,” He said calmly. “Shut the fuck up.” When she screamed, He reached a hand around the back of her neck and twisted, she let out a sob of pain as he forced her to face the wall. She felt the gun press against the back of her head for a moment and then he was pulling her arms behind her back and snapping sharp bracelets around her wrists. Handcuffs she realized. He was pressed against her, his groin thrust against her round, tight ass. Through the flimsy fabric of her dress she could feel the bulge in his pants. It was big.
“Please let me go.” She was saying when there was a heavy slam from beyond the gate. He clapped a hand over her mouth and forced her down to her knees with him cursing.
“Hey!” was the shout that came from somewhere in the dark. The man stayed motionless for a moment before he stuffed the gun in his jacket and grabbed her by the back of the head again. His other hand clamped over her mouth he led her through the gate and into the gloomy station darkness. Staying low he pulled her with him. She stumbled as her heels clicked on the concrete. They reached the hallway marked washrooms and as he pushed her inside, she thought she could see shadowy figures at the gate where the guard had been killed. There was an indistinct shout as she was dragged down the hallway and shoved hard into the door to the men’s washroom. A brightness hit her like a physical thing and she was blinded, forced into the harsh white light of the washroom. He pushed her down to the floor by the wash basins and went back to the door as it swung slowly closed. He forced it shut and clicked the deadbolt lock into place. Then he came back to her. There was a short wall that separated the door from where the counter and mirror was, and he pulled her against him while pressing his back to it. They sat there on the floor like that for what felt like an eternity. The man’s hand clamped over her mouth, she found it hard to breath.
She could hear footsteps outside. The doorknob rattled and the door shook from a blow.
“Hey, fuckhead.” Came the call through the door. Jennifer’s captor didn’t respond. He looked her dead in the eye and made a shushing motion with his lips. After several moments whoever was at the door retreated away and Jennifer could hear muffled voices. Still they didn’t move for a long time. And the man looked down at her; she watched his eyes drink her in.
“Fuck, just look at you.” He said, his eyes nearly glazing over. “You’re all mine.” He said to her as his free hand squeezed at one of her breasts through her jacket. She squeezed her eyes shut and squirmed. He pressed his face against her, breathing in the smell of her hair deeply as his hand tugged awkwardly at the zipper of her jacket. He released her mouth and she gasped for air as he used both hands to tug at the zipper. He split her coat wide, showing the sexy black dress she wore underneath. He clutched at her breast again, Now draped only in soft fabric and he squeezed and squished it hungrily.
“Fuck Yes.” He breathed as he tore the front of her dress open, her heavy tits bouncing free and she screamed. He clamped a hand over her mouth again.
“Shut the fuck up or I will kill you.” He threatened her in a low voice. “Do you understand?” She murmured in reply. They lay silently for a long time, the man listening back towards the hallway as he slowly squeezed and kneaded her soft bare breast. Finally he forced her up and shoved her against the counter. With a hand against the back of her head he pressed the side of her face against the mirror. He yanked her jacket off her shoulders, but because of the handcuffs he couldn’t free it from her arms and so he let it hang lazily over her back. Jennifer was crying as she heard him yanking at his belt and tearing his own pants down, She felt his erection against the back of her leg as he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her off the mirror and against him. She stumbled but he held her up and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. Torn dress, her arms held painfully behind her back by the handcuffs biting into her soft wrists. He squeezed her throat, choking her as he squeezed her tit painfully, the nipple pink in the bathroom light. He ran his hand down her stomach and clutched her between the legs. She collapsed against him, weak in the knees as he gripped her pussy before pulling the hem of her dress up and sliding his hand under her panties. Those fingers touched her velvety softness and then he squeezed her throat tighter still and slipped a finger inside her.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He promised her as he worked at her pussy with his fingers for a moment before releasing his hold on her throat. She gasped and fell against the counter awkwardly with her wrists bound behind her, she could not brace herself. He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her against the mirror again, her tits pressed against the cold glass as the counter edge dug painfully into her thighs and she was force up on her tip toes, her back arching. He pulled her short dress up over her ass and yanked her panties down to her knees, cupping his hand over her pussy and massaging it roughly for a second.
And then she felt the tip of his erection probing the wet folds of her pussy. The bulbous head of his cock pressed against her, slipping, searching. In a moment, that smooth grotesque head slid inside of her too quickly and she gasped. She distinctly felt the shaft of his cock sink into her as her lungs filled with air and she pressed harder against the mirror in a vain attempt to flee. Her eyes were wide and she moaned as the penetration continued until the girth of his cock stretching her pussy and the depth of it put a full pressure inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as his hips pressed against her ass, squishing the soft luscious flesh and straining to force the cock deeper, though deep inside she could feel it crushing against her cervix. The hand went back over her mouth, clamping off her cries and allowed her only to breathe raggedly. He grabbed her arm painfully, pulling towards him as he pushed on her head with the other hand, threatening to tear her apart as he released the pressure of his cock for just a moment before piling against her again. He grabbed her shoulder as he began to fuck her, not sinking his dick as far but thrusting angrily. His breathing came awkward against her neck and ear as he tried to be as quiet as possible while he drove his dick into her. She was not very quiet.
“I’m going to fuck you until I cum.” He breathed in her ear. Jennifer was sobbing, her tits squishing against the unyielding mirror. Tears streamed down her face as she took his cock.
“I beg you no…” She managed to gasp between his fingers. “Please…”
“No?” He asked and she shook her head, eyes wide, meeting his glare in the mirror. Her eyes pleaded with him.
“Fine.” He said as he stopped fucking her. He let his cock sit inside her for a moment. His breathing was heavy, his body was hard against her and she could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock. He pulled out slowly, his dick rock hard and twitching. The relief she felt as the cock slipped out of her pussy was palpable and for a moment she stopped crying.
“You are going to make me cum one way or another. I’ll give you a choice.” He grabbed his cock in his free hand and pressed the length of it between her buttocks. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she squealed between his fingers as that fat, smooth tip pressed angrily against the tight hole of her anus. She squirmed in his grasp, forcing him to adjust his grip. He snatched her hair again as they tussled, yanked her head back and putting the gun to her temple. Her eyes were wide, she was panting as he looked her dead in the eye.
“I can kill you, I can give you a baby or you cooperate and I fuck you in the ass. It’s your choice.” He let the statement hang in the air and Jennifer gave in, her body going loose. He released her hair and she fell back against the counter and mirror. He put the gun down somewhere out of her sight and pulled the rest of his clothes off. With a hand in the middle of her back, he pressed his dick against her again.
“Put your hips out.” He ordered and she complied. The head of his cock pressed hard against her tight asshole and for a moment she thought it was impossible. But his unstoppable force overcame her body and that fat glans forced through her anus. She felt the entirety of the head push into her ass and he grabbed her hips with both hands. She rose up off the mirror, the pain was so intense and he forced her back down by the shoulder. She realized she was screaming, drool running down her chin as her eyes half rolled back. He wrestled with her as his dick pushed impossibly deeper into her ass. Jennifer listened to her own breathing in disbelief, in a moment of clarity she did not believe those sounds were coming from her. The sobbing wail as he began to thrust his cock deep again and again. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt and felt her legs going numb, her thighs pressed desperately against the sharp counter edge.
There was a slam on the door. Jennifer’s heart leapt into her mouth and her rapist jumped, his cock popping free from her ass.
“I fucking knew you were in there!” Came a furious yell through the door and another slam. “Open up, what is going on in there?”
“Help me!” Jennifer screamed as she tried to squirm away. But her attacker was too strong, he pinned her to the counter and forced his cock back into her ass. He slammed into her savagely, and Jennifer’s screams for help were transformed into a sobbing cry. His hips smashed into her ass faster and faster. He was grunting now when he suddenly grabbed into her hair again and yanked her head back, grabbing her throat he pulled her head back and made her face him, upside down. Their eyes locked, inches apart, her eyes impossibly wide. Her tits bounced furiously as he drove his cock into her ass without mercy.
And then it was his turn for his eyes to roll back. His body stiffened and he faltered, releasing her hair. She felt his dick pulling free until he grabbed her hips painfully and forced his cock in deep just in time for her to feel the spasms of his orgasm. His cock twitched as she felt thick fluid squirting inside her. The man grunted as he pumped his hot seed into her ass. He held her down as his orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he pulled his throbbing, spent cock from inside her. He had pushed on her so hard that when he released her, she stayed pressed against the mirror, slumping only slightly against the counter. He pulled her down to sit against the wall, her head drooping. It felt as though he was still inside her, and she could feel his cum sluggishly oozing out of her ass.
He stood there for a moment, watching her.
“Help me.” She whispered at the door, he head lolling back to look up at him. He went and unlocked the door.
“I’ve got a gun, you lumbering fuck.” He said in a firm voice and then slowly opened the door.
The door blasted out of his grasp and a gigantic man with a crazy beard burst into the light. He was filthy like her attacker, with crazy eyes and thick muscle knotting his arms. He wore a grey t-shirt and it stretched to encompass the girth of his huge gut. He raised a massive fist as he came towards the first man but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Jennifer. The first man turned his palms out.
“It’s all good.” He said. “Peace offering. I just needed first swing. I fuckin’ caught her, and look at her. She’s a fucking supermodel.” The big man pushed the other aside and stood in front of Jennifer. He looked back to the other.
“The guard?” The big man asked, motioning back towards where Jennifer had nearly escaped.
“Worth it.” The rapists said, pointing at Jennifer. He was still naked, a fine trail of semen dripped from his now flaccid cock.
There was a third man, poking his head around the big guy.
“Holy shit!” Was all the third man said. He was much smaller than the other two, skinny and rat faced. The three of them looked at each other for a moment before the big man snatched the pistol out of the first’s hand and tossed it to the skinny small guy who had entered last.
“I’m next!” The little guy said, tucking the gun into his pants and stepping towards Jennifer. She shrunk against the wall, this nightmare seeming to stretch into forever. The big man spoke.
“No.” Was all he said. He knelt before her, gently touching her hair. A stubby finger grazed her cheek and she turned her head, trying to press into the wall. He growled and grabbed her jaw, pulling her to face him. Her arms hurt bad, cuffed behind her back as he clutched at her tit and put his huge, wet mouth over hers. She clenched her teeth as he licked at her lips and face, sucking on her cheek. He stood and unzipped his pants. His massive cock flopped out of his trousers and Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she looked at it. The behemoth grinned as he stepped out of his pants and pressed his enormous flaccid cock against her face.
“Open your mouth.” He said, grinning. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, her shoulders dropping.
“Boxer, bring that gun over here.” He addressed the scrawny man who complied. The big man looked to his buddy and pointed at Jennifer’s temple, which is where the little man pressed the gun.
“I need you to suck my cock.” The giant said to Jennifer, looking right into her eyes. He held his still limp cock in his hand, it looked like a gigantic worm. It looked as big around as Jennifer’s wrist. He waited and Jennifer didn’t know what to do.
“It’s too big for my mouth.” She managed in a small voice. The giant man chuckled at that.
“Just open that sexy mouth and close your eyes or you die.” Jennifer bit her lip, her beautiful face streaked with tears. She did as she was told, she closed her eyes gently and opened her soft, wet little mouth.
The dick pushed between her lips and she opened her mouth wider to accommodate it. The man let his flaccid cock sit inside the soft wetness of her mouth for a moment.
“Stick your tongue out.” He told her, the gun hard against her temple, forcing her head to the side slightly. She pushed her pink tongue out along the underside of his shaft and he pushed his cock towards the back of her throat. He groaned loudly.
“Suck you little bitch.” He breathed and she did. She felt him stiffening, threatening to split her jaw. His dick grew until he could not keep much more than just the head in her mouth without choking her. He let his dick pop out and stood proudly before her. It was so big that it still hung low, even fully erect, inches from her face. The man turned to the first.
“Handcuffs.” He said to her first attacker who was pulling his clothes back on. Once dressed, he fished the cuff key out of his pocket and came towards her. He pulled her away from the wall and undid the cuffs, pocketing them. He let her slump back against the wall and stood back. The big man knelt before her with a wide smile.
“You’re free.” He said and laughed as he grabbed her. He tore the jacket free from her body and ripped her dress off in shreds. Jennifer screamed, she thought every ounce of fight had left her but she struggled and fought.
“Hold her down!” The big man commanded and the little guy pinned her to the ground. The giant man pulled his shirt off his giant, grotesque body. “You did really fucking good Seth.” The giant said to the first assailant. “Peace offering accepted. Now kindly fuck off.
We are keeping the gun too.” The man named Seth who had come out of the depths of the Earth to drag Jennifer into this hell stood for a moment watching her before he backed away and stepped back out into the darkness. The giant man, now completely naked, laughed and came for her.
“Fuck off!” He shouted as he shoved the small man away. Jennifer tried to scramble on the floor but the man had her by the waist. He forced himself between her legs and grabbed her shoulders, holding her down. He pushed his hips close to her, and with one hand he laid his cock against her. He watched her as she saw his dick came up passed her belly button. And then he was forcing his massive cock against her pussy. The massive head found the hole of her vagina immediately but it was too big, she felt her pussy stretch to its maximum, She panted and groaned as she felt the giant dick forcing against pussy walls stretched to rigidity.
But he was too strong. Jennifer was overwhelmed by the penetration as that huge, thick cock forced inside of her. She felt like she could feel it in the back of her throat and her whole body went stiff. She knew she was going into shock as those strong hands took hold around her rib cage and he began to pump her. Her legs were spread to aching, his huge gut pressing down on her. She could feel his ballsack smacking against her. There was no possible way this man could have sex with her, but he was so strong and it felt as though he was breaking her body. He clutched her legs behind the knee, forcing her legs up. Jennifer heard her own voice as if coming from someone else. Her tits shook crazily as the man pounded his cock into her.
Now he was roaring in her face, pressed forward, crushing her into the floor. She felt like she was going to split in half, her eyes lolling in her head.
“Look at me!” He screamed in her face, stuffing his cock into her. One huge paw of a hand clamped around her throat and squeezed. She couldn’t breathe, her eyes wide, making contact with his until the rapid thrusting stopped. With a groan she felt his massive member sink into her so deep she felt it distending her belly and he came. Hot gooey semen burst inside of her. It wasn’t in hard squirts like the first man, it gushed from the man’s cock in thick globs that seeped around his girth and dripped from her pussy.
He lay atop her, breathing heavily for a moment before he stood aside and Jennifer looked up to see the skinny man was naked, stroking his cock for her. The big man sat against the wall and watched as the skinny man propped her up against the wall. When she didn’t respond, just sitting there limply he slapped her in the face. She cried out and looked at him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards his erection. Her mouth lolled open, she was too defeated to resist and he put his hard dick in her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your face.” He said, his eyes sparkling like a kid with a new toy. He looked to the big man one more time and then he clutched her under the chin and by the back of the head. He started thrusting his dick into her mouth faster and faster. Jennifer gagged. She couldn’t help but come back to life as her survival instinct fought against the suffocating dick pushing deeper and deeper into her throat. He fucked her mouth faster and more savagely, knocking her hands away when she tried to push his hips back.
When he came he forced his cock so deep into her throat that her lips pressed against his pelvic skin and scrotum. She choked and gagged as the thick cum shot deep into her throat.
“Swallow it.” The man groaned as he came and Jennifer complied.