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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 32
Things were not going as well as Mary hoped they would. Here she was, already exhausted and her first two assailants still hadn't gotten down to serious business yet. Worse still her dear friend Agnes was having an even more difficult time accustoming herself to gangbanging Bavarian style, or whatever they thought they were doing. Where were those wonderful folk who in the past had spirited her away when the going got too tough for her to handle? What if they didn't live here in the Alps? What in the world was she to do then? Her musing was rudely interrupted when the tag team switched places for a second time and that giant sausage plugged her windpipe shut for the second time. This was becoming very serious business. At this altitude taking a deep breath required a lot more attention and energy than at sea level. It now required her to pay close attention to all the little things that enhanced the breathing experience. Easy to say, quite difficult to do when she was beneath at least two hundred and fifty pounds of shifting flesh featuring a cudgel that was doing very strange things to her favorite home entertainment item.
She did hear Otto Blitzer's voice in the background, but what he was saying remained a great mystery to her. The tone however didn't sound very friendly, but she was no expert on the language, which seemed to contain a lot of throat clearing and coughing between streams of incomprehensible noise that passed for their mother tongue. Between gasps for air it dawned on her that nuns who joined the Knights of the Flame seemed to be able to speak as well as understand this strange tongue. How could that be? Were they spies planted by the good fathers in hopes that this gang of malcontents might be captured or at least kept under surveillance so that their next attack could be blunted? At that point her train of thought was rudely interrupted by another foray deeper into her gullet. Things went to black immediately afterward.
When Mary awoke she felt nauseous, sore and sticky. It was still daylight but the sun had moved significantly from its position when they first strapped her down to the heavy table. Then she tried to take a deep breath and it felt as if someone had planted a knife in her chest. For a brief moment she panicked and then gained control when she managed to get some air into her lungs. Her ears picked up the sound of Agnes being raped with gusto. She tried to move her head enough to get a good look at what was transpiring on the other table. It was then that she realized there was a wide strap cinched tightly around her chest, compressing her tits and smashing her stiff nipples flat. It had turned quite a bit colder since she went on the table and her entire body for the moment was pebbled with goose flesh.
The next thing she saw was the face of her host, Otto Blitzer. His eyes gleamed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. He touched her flat stomach and pressed down as if checking to see that she was indeed alive and well. Mary groaned as a smile crossed his ferret-like face for a brief moment. He said something in a loud voice and there were cheers and shouts in that foreign language. Then the sun was blotted out as a large figure of a man with a beard started to mount her body. He hadn't bothered to remove his trousers, just opened his fly and let his large tool flop out for all to see. The tone of the audience told her that she was in big trouble. It had sunk into her that the sticky, sore feeling was real and probably was the remnants of the others who had used her pussy while she was unconscious. At least she had no recollection of what they did to her while she was out like a light.
Her rapist supported his big beefy body on his massive arms and looked down at her with a silly grin on his face. Evidently he wasn't the type that got too many opportunities to have sexual congress with real, live girls or women. Then he reared up for a brief moment and before she realized it had happened, his tree trunk smashed into her poor, sore pussy and nailed her bare body to the table like it was some insect mounted for display at a museum. The helpless teen could do nothing but try to keep whatever in her stomach was trying to come up. Then Mary got a second surprise when his rough trousers made contact with the rest of her front side from just below her firm tits that were strapped flat, down to her squashed thighs. Now every time his body raised or lowered, those rough made trousers abraded a slight amount of skin from Mary Katherine Gallagher's unprotected body, just before the tree trunk slammed into her sore twat. By the time he had given her three of the best, she was out of breath and well on her way to the land of darkness once more. Only the screaming from his fearless leader prevented him from doing his victim in right then and there. Unfortunately for the teenager he settled his entire weight on her body and slowly without even trying, began suffocating her.
The only thing that saved Mary was her dear friend and boon companion, Agnes Watson, lost her last meal all over the young thug who was seeing just how deep his very long, but thankfully slim sex organ could reach within Agnes' birth canal. Mary was no longer the center of attraction; not only that, her sex partner was now focused on what was happening on the other table. This required him to rise up on his brawny arms, relieving Mary of the dead weight that was crushing her lungs and other internal organs flat. She thanked those above for once more protecting her from the forces of evil and ignorance. Fortunately one of the twins that had taken leave with the brigands knew a bit about first aid and quickly repaired the problem causing Agnes to lose her equilibrium. With a wave of her hand and a grin that could only be described as malicious, she urged the young man with the long cock to continue his assault on his victim.
Mary sighed and resigned herself to another round of brutal raping from this man-mountain who refused to disrobe properly while he screwed her senseless. She was just getting used to his efforts when he paused. Mary looked up into his face that was wreathed with a smile usually reserved for the presents found under the Christmas tree. He began to shift his considerable bulk, and before she realized his intention, the head of his awesome ram was prodding against her butthole. Mary's blood froze as she understood all too well that he had decided to explore her other entrance, by far the smallest and most difficult to penetrate of the three. It took a few tentative pokes on his part to convince him that he'd have to apply a lot more force to get past that tough muscle guarding her rectum. Suddenly his face darkened and his eyes shut. She knew she had only a few seconds before he would begin battering away at her butthole. The storm broke and it was a humdinger.
To the helpless teen it was as if she were in a small boat being buffeted by the wind and waves. Again and again the head of his huge cock crashed against her unblinking brown eye, but it was unyielding. His face grew red from the exertion and irritation he was experiencing. He bellowed in his native tongue and delivered a blow that made the teen feel as if her rectum had just been inverted. The head of his monster prong had breached her defense, but now it was wedged tightly about an inch or so past her sphincter muscle. It was a Mexican standoff. By now Mary and her partner were the center of attraction, leaving poor Agnes to fend for herself as the needle-dicked one bored what felt like a hole in her tight pussy.
Mary's assailant began to panic when he realized his cock was stuck inside her bunghole. He tried pulling free but it was not possible to budge. In a sense it was as if he were a dog who had just covered his bitch and now his knot was preventing him from breaking away and doing whatever dogs did afterward. His companion was not exactly thrilled over this situation, but adopted a wait and see attitude. There was admittedly some pain, but it was the dull throbbing type, not the sharp signal that something had broken loose and a wall of blood was about to crest within her body. This time it was sister Harmony who came to the rescue. How and why she came into possession of a gel type lubricant suitable for making items such as sex organs move easily despite the ravages of friction, was not for public consumption. Suffice to say it did the job and with a loud pop Mary's sex partner was free of his entangling alliance. It would be quite some time before he entered into these unknown waters again. As for Mary, except for a few twinges, she was relatively unaffected by her experience.
Otto Blitzer made another impassioned speech that went right over the heads of the two captives who had problems of their own. On the bright side of things what happened to the oaf with the huge cock made a few of the rapists leery about going through the backdoor of either teenager. On the down side it appeared that the leader's latest tirade had galvanized his troops into a more disciplined assault on their gifts from him. Mary and Agnes found themselves servicing his troops two at a time and they were no-nonsense efforts featuring very little on dialogue and almost everything on activity and results. The Schwimmer twins were kept busy making sure that the Knights of the Flame or whatever their name was, were kept hard, busy and out of trouble. You talk about an automated gangbang, this was about as close as one could come.
Taking on over four hundred plus pounds of Bavarian brigands at a time did cause the teens to begin to wear down. Adding to their problems were dehydration and the cold weather that acted to sap their remaining strength. Breathing became problematic for both, but Agnes was by far in deeper yogurt than her companion. As dusk came upon the group, the teens were now beginning to get return business. That was not a good sign. When the members lit torches and held them high to give their brethren a better idea of where the good parts of the teens were located and who was who, Mary and Agnes knew that they were in for a far longer gangbang than they had imagined. Worse yet, those making second and even third trips to the feast were by now very selective as to which one they wanted and what part of her they fancied.
Perhaps it was the darkness or the comradery, but anal sex became very popular despite what had happened to the hulking one who overdid himself trying to sodomize Mary. Now it was a cock down the throat while a second wormed its way into the teenager's rectum and even beyond. The amount of time spent doing the deed had also lengthened substantially for a variety of reasons. Both of the teens were being worn down to the nub and it was no longer fun and games as the hours passed and the line never seemed to grow shorter. Now a new factor entered the equation. Otto Blitzer wanted a piece of each and his three camp followers were also interested in joining the fun as well. When would it all end thought Mary as another hard cock plunged deep into her asshole and worked past the second sphincter to probe her colon?
Mary and Agnes completely lost track of time. There seemed to be an army of cocks always waiting for their holes to become available. Gradually only the hardcore rapists remained. Both teens were freezing, their bare bodies covered with goose bumps and cum dripping from every orifice that had been used and abused during this epic gangbang. Now it was down to Blitzer and his three female companions. Mary was the first to suffer his wrath. For some reason he was convinced that she and Agnes were not who they appeared to be. How he came to that conclusion was a great mystery to Mary. Poor Agnes was too exhausted to even consider his mood or thoughts on their true identity. It was sister Harmony who whispered this revelation into Mary's ear as Otto's rather impressive sized cock began to bore into her tired twat that was sore, swollen and spent. He pounded away inside her for what seemed like an hour and still he didn't release his sperm. He pulled out and went to the other table to finish off inside Agnes.
Mary's friend was as close to finish as she could be and still be conscious. It hadn't helped that while Otto was using Mary's cunt for his pleasure, the Schwimmer twins were using Agnes Watson's asshole and cunt. The twins fisted her holes in rhythm, working deeper and deeper until one of them, it was Rosalind, made contact with the teen's uterus, tilting it so much that it made conceiving impossible without an operation to realign it back to its normal position. While Blitzer finished off inside Agnes, flooding her teen pussy with an avalanche of sperm, the Schwimmer twins tormented an exhausted Mary Katherine Gallagher. They were merciless, sucking her tongue until it felt as if it were being pulled from its moorings. There seemed to always be a pair of hands twisting and tweaking Mary's stiff nipples to their limits, or yanking her swollen cunt lips from side to side as she groaned and pleaded for relief and got none. Naturally there were fists in both her lower entrances, often simultaneously. Her lips were nibbled raw by the flashing teeth of the twins who took turns drawing blood.
You can imagine her dismay when Otto returned, his cock still hard, and began pounding away on her loose asshole, working as far inside as anyone had during the entire session. Mary was on the verge of a total collapse by the time he sprayed her convulsing colon with his seed. Finally satisfied that his prisoners had gotten their just desserts, he announced to no one in particular that the gangbang was now ended. He also decided that leaving the two teens out in the chill would be good for their constitution. He knew that the temperature would not come even near to freezing, but would make them so cold that they likely would stay awake for the rest of the long night under the stars while the wind blew over their naked bodies, adding to their discomfort.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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