Rape Toys

Chapter 3 – The Bee-Sting Rapists

Big Bill had phoned ahead to the local chapter of his biker gang to arrange a reception for the lovely Star, based on information supplied by the ever-helpful Lola. The community-minded local bikers had a youth outreach program aimed at troubled teenagers. Their helpful guidance counsellor met the Bee-Sting Rapists at the back door to the apartment building and showed them how to bypass the lock. For this job, teenage viciousness and stamina were definite assets.

"They're in the basement laundry room. Do your worst!"

The youthful gang of rapists grinned and thundered eagerly down the stairs.

Star had met Yvonne, a statuesque raven-haired firebrand, when she had done a story on Yvonne's courageous one-woman crusade against some neighbourhood drug dealers. This had made her a marked woman and Yvonne had been forced to leave town rather hurriedly. Star had helped Yvonne to establish herself in another city and liked dropping in when she visited.

Star had finished her interview with Saddam's former friend. She had a while to kill before her return flight the next night. After her experience with the Tag Team Rapists, who had eluded capture, she was afraid to be alone and felt that a visit with a strong-willed woman like Yvonne would be just the thing to hearten her flagging spirits. They were enjoying a chat while Yvonne did her laundry. It was a weekday morning and the laundry room was deserted except for them. Most people were at work.

Star had been none too pleased by the police response to her rape experience. The bad guys had gotten away. Despite her insistence that the men had left no DNA evidence, medical personnel had inspected her intimately.

"It wasn't worse than those guys with the ice pick, but I really hated it."

Yvonne nodded sympathetically.

"Gynaecological medical procedures can be wonderfully invasive."

"Tell me about it. They saw more of my pussy than those rapists did! I'm surprised they didn't dust it for prints."

"I'll suggest it to them."

Star gave her a playful shove.

"Don't you dare!"

They laughed together. Yvonne shook her index finger at Star.

"The cops are fucking useless! They couldn't protect me from obvious scumbags like the neighbourhood crack dealers. They couldn't even get them off the street, when they were brazenly dealing crack in front of everyone. I had a really scary meeting with Pablo the Columbian that should never have happened if those preening, smug bastards were doing their job. I had to leave town because he was promising to cut off the tip of my tongue for starters and to beat and rape me as long as I lived for finishers. Those fuck-ups in blue couldn't do anything because I didn't have proof, like he was going threaten me in front of a roomful of disinterested witnesses with the video cameras rolling!"

Yvonne was preaching to the converted. Star was withering in her scorn.

"The only cop I was glad to see was that policewoman and she'd just finished making me feel like a piece of meat and made me miss my plane. The rest were just a bunch of guys who wanted all the juicy details."

Yvonne didn't mind hearing a few juicy details herself.

"So they stripped you naked. Did they get inside you?"

Star shuddered.

"One of them got his fuck finger inside me and was wiggling it around when the policewoman arrived."

"That would freak me out completely."

"I think it made me screw up my interview a bit. All I could think of was them squeezing my boobies like they were testing watermelons at the market and that guy sticking his finger into me."

"Well, who could blame you? I'm surprised that they didn't send someone else to do the interview."

"I insisted that work was the best tonic, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe I should take a break."

Yvonne looked at her shrewdly.

"You have a pretty competitive position. Is there someone nipping at your heels?"

Star nodded glumly.

"Yeah, Lola the weathergirl."

"Maybe you could change places! Ever feel like becoming a weathergirl?"

Star snorted derisively.

"That'll be the day!"

They sorted the dirty clothes. Star pointed at the large pile of soiled panties.

"How many of these do you have? It seems like a lot."

"I change them several times a day. It perks me up and makes me feel a lot cleaner all of a sudden, especially when I'm on the rag, like last week. You're looking at the aftermath."

"Looks more like the afterbirth!"

Star giggled. She was definitely starting to feel much better. Visiting with Yvonne had been a good idea.

As they finished sorting, the Bee-Sting Rapists poured into the room like a plague of locusts. The last one in put a CLOSED FOR REPAIRS sign on the door and locked it behind him.

Star went pale.

"Oh shit!"

With knifepoints pricking the hollows of their throats, Star and Yvonne stood stock-still, afraid to open their mouths, as their blouses were unbuttoned and pulled down, trapping their arms behind them. White plastic ties that could only be cut loose fastened their wrists together behind their backs. Star tried to pull her chest in as the cool knife blade slipped into the valley between her breasts, blade out, slicing the cups apart. The rapists grinned as her firm breasts, capped by perfectly shaped, unblemished nipples, jiggled loose. Yvonne's sagged a bit more, but still had a satisfying heft to them. Her big cherry nipples drew appreciative fingers.

Star stood perfectly still, a drop of blood trickling down her taut throat from the prick of the knifepoint, as her exquisite nipples were licked obscenely and her firm breasts squeezed a lot harder than melons at a market. Teenage horndog fingers groped and pinched crudely between her legs.

After an intimate grope fest that left black, finger-mark bruises on their breasts and buttocks, Star and Yvonne were frog marched over to the laundry tubs. The drains were plugged. The cold water taps were opened full blast. They each stood facing of tub gradually filling with ice-cold water. Their legs were spread and an ankle taped to each of the front legs of the tub they were facing.

A fist wrapped itself in Star's golden hair and she was bent forward over the water, tits aquiver. Her perfect nipples shrivelled to perfect little acorns as they kissed the freezing water.

Next to her, Yvonne's cherry nipples kissed the cold water and shrivelled to tight rosebuds. The leader grinned sadistically.

"Take a deep breath, ladies."

Star and Yvonne, their pretty faces an inch from the water, obligingly inflated their chests. While the rapists enjoyed their discomfiture, the two beauties stared at their reflections in the water, holding their breath. When they couldn't hold it any longer, faces flushed, lungs burning, they expelled the air from their lungs, preparatory to gulping in a fresh breath. Their pretty heads were instantly pushed under.

While Star and Yvonne were busy struggling to breath underwater, their slacks and panties were jerked down to their knees. It was time for the Bee-Sting Rapists' trademark move.

Fingers parted Star's smoothly shaven cuntlips. Between her parted legs, long needles, sharp glittering slivers of surgical steel, were removed from their sterilized wrappings. Star and Yvonne had their heads jerked out of the water briefly so that everyone could watch their big boobs judder and shudder as they coughed and wheezed with savage violence. They were plunged back under and the long surgical needles were jabbed viciously and repeatedly into their fuck holes, stitching in and out from near to deep down one side and from deep to near back the other side of their love canals.

Their bent over bodies jerked violently and the water in the tubs churned. Their muffled screams emerged distantly, faint but clear, from under the water in the tub. Their faces were lifted out of the water once more as they sobbed, sputtered and coughed. They were plunged back under as the eager teenagers dropped their drawers and got down to business. Shriek after shriek emerged from under the water as a convention of one-eyed milkmen forced their way into Star and Yvonne's aching fuck holes to make a delivery.

Their contorted faces were lifted out of the water periodically, just long enough to keep them going. After a few frantic tit-shaking gasps, they were plunged under again. Teen pile driver after teen pile driver jabbed between Star's cuntlips, rammed in deep, pumped agonizingly in and out of her sperm-soaked slit, and deposited a rich load of man milk.

Next to her, Yvonne's inner thighs were slick with slime as thick, throbbing, cunt-cleaving ramrods reamed her savagely, again and again.

The horndog teenagers, at the peak of their sexual stamina, loved the feel of a hot, swollen cunt sheathing them, twitching and clamping down on their throbbing erect male members, its sensitive nerves hard-wired to the pleasure centres of their brains, as the cunt's owner screamed and squirmed, impaled helplessly and struggling hard.

It was a pitiless penile pounding. Turgid rock-hard pistons plunged in, pumped in and out, spat peckersnot deep into their gut holes and withdrew, to be instantly replaced by another, a nightmare of endless penile penetration. Their bruised and pin-punctured prick pockets were swollen grotesquely. The relentless, cunt-pounding onslaught continued mercilessly.

At last, they were done. The two quaking, battered beauties stood, coughing, wheezing and whimpering, bound before the laundry tubs. The leader grinned as he picked up a handful of Yvonne's dirty, blood-spotted panties.

"Open wide, ladies."

He jammed the dirty panties into their mouths and taped them in place. Another loop of duct tape was wrapped around their heads to blindfold them.

Star stood, shivering and quivering in pain and shock, sucking on Yvonne's filthy panties, wondering how many skid marks and how much menstrual blood was on them, as the last rapist shut the door behind them. The Bee-Sting Rapists high-fived each other, whooping and hollering excitedly as they ran down the street outside the apartment building.

Outside in the hallway, the CLOSED FOR REPAIRS sign on the laundry room door confused the apartment superintendent. He hadn't ordered any repairs. Had the owner requested them and not told him about it? He pushed open the door.

Two beauties, naked, helpless and blindfolded, legs spread invitingly, stood before him. They were slightly the worse for wear, but better looking quiffs than a working stiff like him was ever likely to attract. One of them looked like that pushy bitch from apartment 6D. He tiptoed out and locked the door behind him, leaving the CLOSED FOR REPAIRS sign in place. Excitedly, he phoned a few friends.

A half hour later, Star moaned in fear as she felt her creamy smooth buttocks parted and oily fingers slipping in and out of her back passage, greasing the way. These were a different set of rapists, silent, not as hectic as the teenage rapists, smoothly insistent, in love with the back door.

Strong male hands, calloused hands used to manual labour, pinched her nipples and twisted them savagely as she was reamed long and hard. She shrieked into Yvonne's tasty, saliva-soaked panties. It seemed to take each one forever to cum compared to her teenage assailants. Each act of anal rape was slow, dogged and brutally insistent, a savagely relentless anal pounding culminating in an explosively sticky finish deep in her bowels.

Next to her, Yvonne sobbed in rhythm to each buggering thrust as each brutal butt fuck stretched her corn hole achingly wide. The greased sausages rasped in and out of her burning, bruised rectum as she blubbered hoarsely, the snot running liquidly in two commingled streams from her nostrils and dribbling in long gooey strings onto her heaving bare breasts.

At last they were done. His friends crept silently away. The last man to leave, the superintendent, snipped the plastic tie holding Star's wrists together before he left. Battered and exhausted, it took her a while to free herself and Yvonne. Together, they summoned the elevator. Most of the tenants were still at work so no one noticed as, half naked, supporting each other; they staggered along the hallway to Yvonne's apartment.

They locked the door behind them and collapsed.