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Chapter 40 Rape In The Woods
“Mount up and ride, Tim,” said Portia to the CEO of the largest bank of Arizona.
“Don’t mind if I do,” said the executive speaking in a Western accent as he pulled his zipper down to free his cock.
If this keeps up, I’m going to get a new personal record for most men fucked in a day thought Portia as she took a firm hold on the back of the golf cart assumed a wide stance and bent over at the waist. I’ve already lost count and there are still four holes to go. However, sixty-four would be the theoretical max. I wonder how many times a female vagina can sustain intercourse in a twelve-hour period without suffering damage.
I recall reading about an American army nurse who was captured in World War II at the fall of Corregidor. Since she was young and pretty, the Japanese made her a comfort girl and placed her in a brothel for their soldiers. She claimed to have serviced over a hundred soldiers each day for three years. I did four Japanese this morning and I am none the worse for wear.
Stacy was gang raped by twenty Puerto Ricans in New York and was fine the next day. I suppose women are genetically equipped to handle repeated penetration. Some of us love it. Being used over and over by men you’ve barely met and don’t know is quite a turn on. And having to act the part of the anxious to please whore desperate for their cock adds to the fun.
Whatever the final count it’s certainly passes my previous record for outdoor sex noted Portia. Screwing on a golf course overlooking a mountain lake is invigorating decided Portia as she wiggled her bottom provocatively for the tall lean man preparing to enter her.
Traci was right about their using erectile dysfunction drugs. These guys are out performing the black jocks on my high school’s basketball team. There’s no end of erections and the one I’m about to take is pretty large.
“Please, Tim, put it in my pussy. It’s so big and I need it so bad,” said Portia after wetting her lips then looking over her shoulder at the middle-aged man slapping his cock on her backside. The forked fingers of one hand separated her labia.
“Don’t worry, cunt. I’m going to give you all you can handle,” said Tim rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks teasing her sphincter. He surprised her with a loud swat to her rear that left her cheek burning. His hand took a firm grasp on her hair pulling her head back.
“Oh yeah, spank me, that makes me so horny,” cooed Portia reacting positively to the pain and manhandling.
“You got it, bitch,” said Tim.
“Harder,” yelped Portia as a series of open palmed slaps landed on her bottom.
“Turned your ass red,” said Tim his thumb pressing against her sphincter.
“Good, now fuck the living shit out of me, Tim,” demanded Portia.
Portia felt the stiff cock wedge apart the crack of her ass. A sharp cry from the direction of the lake caught her attention. She watched as a crying loon circled high above then spiraled downward to scoop up a fish. As the loon tilted its beak to swallow the fish, Portia swayed her back then reached with one arm between her legs to guide Tim’s penis into her pussy. Her cunt was dripping fluids and he easily glided in until he reached her cervix. Portia moaned with pleasure. She inhaled deeply contracting her abdominal muscles. Out on Winnipesaukee, the loon beat its powerful wings and soared into the air.
“You got a talented pussy, Portia,” said Tim.
“And it loves having your big dick inside it. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard,” said Portia once more getting off from the sound and feel of his testicles slapping against her sex.
“I like your asshole,” said Tim slipping his thumb inside Portia’s rectum.
“And it likes your finger. Open me up. I love ass play,” Portia responded as she clamped her sphincter down on Tim’s index finger.
“Mind if I spit in it,” asked Tim deciding his last minute decision to attend the golf weekend was an excellent one?
“Go ahead. I love it when a man spits in my open butt,” Portia said.
“I wish Merriam would let me spit in her butt.”
“Merriam,” asked Portia enjoying the sensation of a second index finger in her anus?
“My wife, she’s not very accommodating to my needs. She thinks anal is disgusting.”
“Well, I’m not Merriam. I think it’s hot as hell for a man to spit in my shithole,” said Portia adding a mix of lust and sexual desperation to her voice.
“You are one hot little bitch,” said Tim releasing a mouthful of warm spit.
“Oh yeah, Tim, fill me with your hot spit,” said Portia sensing the arrival of Tim’s sputum in her open butthole.
“Double duty time,” said another golfer named Ken slipping under Portia’s arm to take a position directly in front of her. He was leaning against the back of the cart. Portia flicked her tongue over his wet cock. Portia could taste Kendra’s pussy as it pressed against the back of her throat.
“Choke on it, you tattooed cunt,” said Ken taking a firm hold of Portia’s head and forcing her to accept two inches of his manhood into her throat. After a few seconds of enjoying Portia’s gagging and choking, he pulled his drool-covered cock out of her mouth.
“Say oink, oink, pig slut,’ said Ken.
“Oink, oink,” replied Portia dutifully as she developed the necessary rhythm for servicing two cocks at once.
“Your shot, Tim,” said someone and the man pummeling Portia’s snatch moved away to be replaced by another. Portia felt a fresh gob of spit land inside her rectum and slide down in her bowel.
***
“Ouch,” said Stacy feeling the paintball impact on her inner thigh.
“I got her. The blonde bimbo is ours,” yelled someone triumphantly from behind a nearby tree.
“Nice shot, you almost nailed her in the pussy,” said his partner.
Following the rules in the information packet, Stacy stopped in her tracks waiting for the hunters to claim their prey. Leslie had provided guidance for each hostess to read before the event.
“The Paintball Hunt is a new addition to our charity golf outing. It is intended to bring out the macho in our donors by pretending it’s a rape in the woods by total strangers. Things may be a little wild and rough but remember it’s for a good cause. While you’re enduring a few minutes of discomfort think of the poor women who live for years in abusive relationships. Those thoughts should see you through moments of brutality.”
Leslie’s write-up had included some insight into the men’s behavior during the hunt.
“Our donors are leaders in their respective fields and as such are Alpha males. In their world they are the predators. Make the hunt a challenge. We don’t want it to be too easy. On the other hand, its’ important they bag at least one hostess. Make them work but not too hard. We wouldn’t want anyone left out.”
Stacy was wearing an abbreviated cotton dress made of tiger stripes camouflage cloth. The hem exposed the bottom of her buttocks. Her bra and panty were also camouflage material. Even her cross trainers were decorated with tiger stripes. A clothing manufacturer located in New York’s garment district had donated the outfit as a charitable contribution. Goggles protected her eyes from errant paint shots. When the three in Suite 11 were dressing, Portia informed them the French during the Vietnam War had invented the now ubiquitous tiger stripes camouflage.
“And we all know what happened to the French in Indo-China,” added Portia.
“No, what happened,” asked Traci?
“They got fucked,” said Portia causing everyone to laugh.
The thirty-two hostesses had been given a five-minute head start to disappear into the eighty-acre nature reserve surrounding Moynahan Castle. Ninety minutes later, Leslie would sound a claxon signaling the end of the hunt.
“Catch them and rape them,” yelled Leslie when she signaled for the men to begin the hunt.
Stacy had been slowly jogging along a path when she was hit. Two middle age men in full camouflage and goggles appeared out of the trees rushing toward Stacy to claim their prize.
“Tie her over that log,” said the shorter of the two as they arrived. His nametag read Roger.
Nearby was a fallen giant whose death must have occurred several years before. There was a bed of moss covering the top of the tree trunk.
“Please don’t hurt me. I was just out for a walk,” said Stacy engaging in the role-play suggested by Leslie. Stacy was doing her best to act terrified.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. Lay on your back over the log,” said the man whose nametag read Bruce as he roughly grabbed Stacy’s arm pushing her toward the log.
Stacy heard the familiar sound of Velcro being pulled apart. Traci had mentioned the hunters would be equipped with nylon straps and Velcro fasteners to restrain their captured prey. Her wrists were tightly circled as she was bent backward over the log. Fortunately the moss made for a soft bed.
“Don’t move, cunt,” said Bruce brandishing a nasty looking hunting knife.
“Don’t cut me. Please sir, I’ll never trespass again,” said Stacy hoping Bruce was role-playing too and not for real.
“Cut open the wrapper, Bruce, and let’s see if she’s looks as good naked. I’ve already got a hardon,” said Roger.
“What are you going to do,” asked Stacy doing her best to appear on the verge of hysteria?
“Shut up or I’ll cut your face,” said Bruce looking like he meant it as he placed the knife against Stacy’s cheek. Stacy became instantly aware that things might get out of hand
“I’ll be quiet. Just don’t cut me, please,” whispered Stacy.
Stacy screamed as Bruce slipped the tip of his knife under the dress’s neckline and cut downward. The sharp blade easily sliced the thin material leaving Stacy in her bra and panty.
“She’s incredible. We really lucked out,” said Roger passing the nylon straps under the log to loop them around Stacy’s ankles.
“Let’s see if the collars and cuffs match,” said Bruce slicing through the crotch material of Stacy’s panty.
“Whats the verdict,” asked Roger from beneath the log. He was pulling the nylon straps to take up the slack?
“Can’t tell, whore’s pussy. Not a hair on it,” said Bruce spreading Stacy’s sex open. Stacy assuming the role of an about to be raped innocent young female began to cry when Bruce felt her sex. His fingers roughly pushed into the nerve dense tissue surrounding her vaginal opening causing her to cry out. She felt something being fastened around her ankles spreading her legs apart to the point her groin muscles protested.
“I brought a few things to make this more interesting. I knew an ankle spreader would come in handy. Nothing like it for keeping a pussy wide open,” said Roger adjusting the telescoping metal rod to its maximum.
You’re hurting me,” cried Stacy fearing her hip joints were being dislocated.
“Where did you get that fucking thing, Roger,” asked Bruce as he slipped the tip of his knife under the center of Stacy’s bra? The bra cups snapped apart due to Stacy’s overstretched position. Bruce took Stacy’s nipples in his fingers and twisted them hard as he pulled upward. “These are about the best looking pair of tits I ever saw.”
“Please stop. They’re very sensitive,” pleaded Stacy.
“I said shut the fuck up,” said Bruce emphasizing his words with a vicious twist of Stacy’s bud. Stacy could only whimper in pain as he rolled the crushed flesh back and forth between his fingers. Tiring of her left nipple, he applied his painful attentions to her right.
“Kimberly ordered it from a WEB site,” said Roger tightening each strap in turn trying to make the tension uniform. Stacy’s body almost circled the log. Her back and shoulders ached from the strain. The crown of her head was pointed toward the forest floor. Her hands and feet were within a foot of touching one another.
“Kimberly let you fuck her with it on,” asked Bruce?
“Me and several others according to the detective I hired. He got her on video with her personal trainer and the pool boy. Her lawyer told her not to even think about contesting our pre-nupt. That’s what I get for marrying a whore I met in Vegas. Here hold this tight while I fasten it so blondie can’t move an inch. I want it to hurt.”
“Kimberly liked it that way,” asked Bruce pressing Stacy down hard against the log? “There, she’s ready. You go first. It was your shot got her.”
“She liked to feel open and helpless. She begged me to tie her to the bed, spread her open with this and whip her snatch with my belt.”
“Really, this one could use a little warming up,” said Bruce placing his hand on Stacy’s sex causing her to whimper.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I brought something else to make sure blondie knows the difference between a rape and a fuck,” said Roger reaching into his backpack for a pair of heavy brass objects. He handed one to Bruce.
“Looks nasty. What the fuck is it?” asked Bruce examining the ornately fashioned tool of torture. It was circular with a hole in the center.
“They’re called Bangkok Bud Crushers. I got them on my last trip to Thailand. They were a gift from the owner of the factory where they make one of our clothing lines. Pimps in Thailand use them to discipline whores who don’t know their place. He uses them when one of the seamstresses complains about the pay or the working conditions. When I arrived, he had a labor agitator hanging stripped at the factory entrance wearing a pair of these. You talk about regrets. When he cut her down, she kissed his feet for letting her go then crawled away holding what was left of her boobs. I asked about them so he gave me a pair as a gift,” said Roger. “Hell of a nice fellow.”
“Wish we could handle labor and management problems like that. I got some stuck up cocks teasers in my call center I would love to see wearing a pair of these,” said Bruce hefting the device. “Sucker’s heavy. How do they work?”
“Simple enough,” said Roger turning the disc over to show the rows of tiny sharp teeth on the underside. “It’s spring loaded. Press down here to cock it,” said Roger demonstrating how to cock the trigger. A loud click sounded.
“Like this,” asked Bruce his knuckles turning white from the strain? He barely managed to cock his device. “Sucker has a serious spring. Are you sure this won’t take her nipple right off?”
“If it does, we’ll have to say we’re sorry,” said Roger laughing.
“Fucking Thais, those yellow bastards got nothing better to do than think up shit like this all day. No wonder they’re still riding elephants,” said Bruce. “So show me. I’m anxious to get my cock in her snatch.”
“First you suck her tit hard so her zicker is fully extended,” said Roger leaning down to take Stacy’s breast in her mouth. Stacy squealed in pain as Roger’s cheeks hollowed as he applied all the suction he could muster.
Bruce felt his cock harden as Roger’s mouth created a fiery pain in Stacy’s breast. Her pleas for Roger to stop accented by the tremors of her legs made him anxious to climb on Stacy and enter her. Her fear of them and what they might do to her excited him enormously.
“Please don’t put that on me. I’ll do anything you want, said Stacy crying real tears of pain.
“When you got her bud at full attention like so, you place the crusher over the center of her tit and pull her nipple through the center hole like so,” said Roger managing to capture Stacy’s fully erect and wet nipple on the first try.
“You got it,” said Bruce. “Now what?”
“Pull it out as far as you can and give it a half twist,” said Roger. “Stretch that baby until it’s on the verge of ripping off.”
“Hurry up, I can’t wait to fuck the bitch,” said Bruce unzipping his trousers and exposing his cock.
“Honey, this is really going to hurt and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it,’ said Bruce grinning at Stacy as he fingered her sex.
“She’s scared shitless,” said Roger. “I bet she screams her fucking head off.”
“She will. Then you smile, look in her eyes and press the trigger. A Bangkok pimp always looks in the whore’s eyes as he releases the spring,” said Roger as he pressed the small trigger. There was a click and the entire base of Stacy’s nipple was instantly crushed in steel teeth. The pain was instantaneous and Stacy’s repeated scream echoed through the forest. In spite of the tautness of the nylon straps, Stacy writhed in pain
“I don’t think she liked it,” laughed Bruce pushing several fingers inside Stacy’s sex.
“Now, Bruce, you do the other tit. Oh, does it hurt, honey?” taunted Roger grabbing Stacy’s jaw to hold her head still. “You got nothing to complain about, Sweet Cheeks. You’re getting off easy.”
“No, please no,” screamed Stacy as Bruce’s mouth covered the end of her breast and began to suck her nipple creating excruciating pain.
“In Asia, a pimp will hang a girl who misbehaves from a beam by her thumbs then fasten a pair of these on her titties and leave her overnight. Next day and from then on, she is very anxious to do whatever the fuck he says. If it wasn’t against the rules, I find a trim limb and string you up.”
“Too bad, we can’t use them on our wives,” said Bruce as he pulled Stacy’s nipple through the center of the disc. Bruce leaned over to where his face was only inches from hers. Stacy pleas for mercy were ignored. Bruce pressed the trigger causing hundreds of pointed metal teeth to enter her areola.
Stacy’s muscular contortions and loud screams brought a broad smile to his face. “These bud crushers are really something. Next time you over seas, can you pick me up a pair?”
“Sure, but its going to be hard to find someone who’ll let you use them on her,” said Roger.
“I don’t intend to ask,” said Bruce flicking the bud crushers with his thumbnail causing Stacy additional pain.
“Please take it off. You can do what ever you want with me but take that off,” begged Stacy unable to stand the fiery pain in her breasts.
All through the Moynahan Nature Preserve, the hunters vied with one another to cause their captives intense pain. Many of the men were well traveled. Their trips abroad had afforded them the opportunity to acquire instruments of sexual torture from many different countries.
“Does that hurt, sweetheart,” asked Roger twisting the ornate brass clamp causing Stacy to scream.
“It must sting a little. Her nipples look like a overripe cranberry,” said Bruce noting how Stacy’s nipples had turned dark red and swollen to twice their normal size.
“God yes, please take it off. I’ll do anything just take it off my titties,” begged Stacy.
“Tough shit, we’re just getting started. Ever had your pussy whipped?” asked Roger removing his leather belt. Bruce followed his partner’s lead and removed his.
“No, please no more, go ahead and fuck me but don’t hurt me anymore,” said Stacy fighting to control the pain in her breasts and back. Leslie had not mentioned whether S&M was allowed when they were discussing the hunt but it was assumed the rape sex might get a little rough.
“I think she really wants us to whip her cunt. What do you think, Bruce?” asked Roger tapping his leather belt on Stacy’s exposed clit.
“Yeah, deep down, all whores love to be shown whose boss and there is nothing like a good hiding on their snatch to do just that,” said Bruce.
“We’ll take turns. You go first. We’ll let her count. If she fucks up before we get to twenty, we’ll start over,” said Roger.
“One,” screamed Stacy as Roger’s belt landed on her sex. In spite of the forest’s cool shade, she was covered in sweat. Stacy focused her mind on the pictures of abused women and children that Portia had shown her on the Women In Harm’s Way WEB site. What’s a little belt whipping compared to a man using you as punching bag for years thought Stacy while screaming, “Two,” as Bruce’s belt flattened her labia and clitoris sending horrible pains throughout her body. Between her own screams, Stacy heard other hostesses’ cries from different parts of the preserve.
“That’s twenty. She’s warmed up,” said Roger placing his belt to one side as he stroked his hard cock.
“Now, that’s the way a pussy should look, hot, swollen and red,” said Bruce pushing two fingers in Stacy’s vaginal opening. “Hey. Blondie, your cunt hurt?”
“Yes, please don’t whip me anymore. I couldn’t bear it,” said Stacy.
“Shit, look at that, Roger,” pulling his glistening fingers out of Stacy. “She’s dripping pussy juice. Young women today are nothing but whores.”
“It’s MTV. My stepdaughter watches it all the time. Her mom caught her and her boyfriend doing the nasty last week. Notice anything special about how her pussy looks,” asked Roger.
“Yeah, the way you got her stretch over the log with her legs apart causes her mound to stand up,” said Bruce.
“Right, her pubic bone is titled upward. Women’s pelvic bones are more flexible than a man’s, something to do with childbirth. My brother taught me that. He’s an orthopedic surgeon at Mass General,” said Roger.
“What’s the result,” asked Bruce continuing to finger fuck a whimpering Stacy’s cunt.
“Tighter fuck for us and more painful for the girl,” said Roger positioning his cockhead at Stacy’s opening.
“I’m going to skull fuck her,” said Bruce climbing over the log. “Now watch the teeth and don’t bite, Sweet Cheeks, or I’ll cut that pretty face. Maybe take an ear for a souvenir of my weekend.”
“I won’t bite. Don’t cut me,” said Stacy licking Bruce’s cock.
Stacy groaned, as Roger slammed hard into her upraised pubic bone. His brother the surgeon was right. Her sex felt incredibly tight as Roger’s cock pushed in what seemed like the wrong direction against her vaginal wall. The normally pleasurable act of sexual intercourse had been transformed into torture. Stacy’s focused her oral attention on sucking cock as she endured the painful thrusts into her vagina.
These men may be respectable CEOs but they sure know how to make sex hurt decided Stacy. My spine feels like it is about to break. My nipples are sources of indescribable pain. My labia and clit are on fire from their belts. The way they positioned me makes simple intercourse an act of intense agony. Each time he drives his cock home, it’s like he’s ripping my pussy apart. What does Alicia, my yoga instructor say? Take your mind into the pain. Concentrate on it. Embrace it. Use your breath to control your body. Stacy began a four-count breath regimen. As Roger’s cock spewed semen in her tortured sex, the breath control regimen began to take effect. Bruce quickly took his place. Stacy felt Roger’s semen flow down her thighs as Bruce entered her. Roger’s cock covered in his semen and her vaginal fluids forced its way past her lips.
Stacy reached a tipping point and the diminishing pain became growing pleasure. “Rape me, motherfuckers,” cried Stacy surprising her captors. Moments later, Bruce’s semen joined his partners inside Stacy’s tortured cunt.
“Roger, Bruce, is that you,” yelled a voice from a short distance away. The thick forest had concealed their presence.
“Keith, yeah, its us,” yelled Bruce.
“Its’ me and Mason. Want to swap,” asked Keith?
“Maybe, who you got there,” asked Roger?
“Says her name is Portia. She’s the slut with the tattoos and piercings. Got a nice tight ass or at least it was until we stuck both our cocks in it.”
“All right, be there in a second,” said Roger reaching up to remove the ornate clamps from Stacy’s breasts. A simple push of the release button and the metal teeth retracted. The removal brought a new wave of agony as the blood re-entered crushed capillaries.
Even through her screams, she recognized Portia as the source of a long plaintive wail of pain.
Moments later, Stacy heard the approach of the two men. She grunted in pain as one of the men forced his cock in her. The two took their time slamming hard into her vagina and mouth, frequently swapping positions.
Later, when both men had finished, the siren sounded signaling the then end of the hunt. Stacy was released and helped to her feet.
“Did you enjoy that, Stacy?” asked Keith?
“It got a little rough but I like it rough,” said Stacy rubbing her sore breasts recalling that she had sucked Keith off that morning on the sixteenth green. They were slowly walking back in the direction of the castle.
“I suppose we fellows get a little carried away,” said Mason observing the damage done to Stacy’s breasts.
“I figure it’s for a good cause,” said Stacy as they caught up with Portia, Roger, and Bruce.
“You okay,” asked Portia who looked all in?
“Fine, never better,” said Stacy rolling her eyes at Portia.
“Me too, I just wish we could do it again soon,” said Portia lifting up her boobs. “Weren’t those Bangkok Bud Crushers the most fun ever?”
“Yes, we should search the WEB and see if we could buy a pair,” said Stacy.
“You girls are tough little whores,” said Roger as they reached the front of the castle.
***
“Pain killers, anyone?” asked Leslie running around on the floor apologizing for the punishment the hostesses had taken.
“What do you have?” asked Portia looking in Leslie’s box of prescription medicine?
“Percoset, Vicodin, several different tranquilizers,” said Leslie holding the open box for Portia to make her selection.
“The bastards whipped my pussy until I fainted,” said Traci sitting on the bed using a compact mirror to examine her swollen and inflamed sex. “Then they fucked me in the ass after which they swapped me which meant another whipping followed by another round of getting all three orifices penetrated. They were animals.”
“Next year, I promise you there will not be a paintball hunt. I had no idea they would be so brutal. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.”
“I loved it,” said Kendra looking over her shoulder in the mirror at her heavily stripped rear. “Simon had a tawse made from real kangaroo. He wanted me beg him to stop. His arm wore out before I did.”
“I got my boobs perforated and crushed,” said Stacy examining her breasts. “Plus they whipped my pussy with their belts.”
“Mine too, they hurt like hell,” said Portia selecting several pills then handing the pill box to Stacy.
“Sorry, everyone, my fault, forgive me and try to remember its for a good cause. But let’s remember why we’re here and put the paintball rape behind us. Tonight’s banquet will be much easier. There will be no violence or pain. I suggest everyone rest for two hours before they start to get ready,” said Leslie
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