Bachelor Party (M+/f, violence)

[Buzzzkill]

This is my first attempt at writing ths sort of thing.

Bachelor Party

Tom, Andy, George and John were sitting around a rickety card table, joylessly playing poker as music sputtered out of a tinny old radio. The air in the dirty little cabin was thick with the blue haze of cheap cigars and cigarettes, it smelled of beer and smoke. This was not what Tom had in mind when he imagined his bachelor party, he had always hoped for strippers, drugs, and lots of booze. Now all he had was beer, cigarettes, and an old deck of pornographic playing cards, and worst of all, he was dreading his wedding day.
After a few weeks of fucking some trailer park whore, the dumb bitch had gotten pregnant. She’d insisted on keeping it, and begged him to marry her. He didn’t want to, he tried to refuse, but he felt that he needed to do it. And of course, he knew her older brother, who would’ve seen to it that Tom would regret it if he turned her down. He stared at the faded picture of the smiling, poodle-haired slut on his nine of diamonds. “Fucking women” he muttered, then closed his hand and dropped it on the table. “I’ll fold” he stated plainly.
Andy gulped down the last of his beer and laughed. “Shit, looks like I win again!” he set his bottle on the table and raked in the chips. “Wish that stripper had shown up, I coulda put this money to good use!”
“Fucking strippers.” John spat. “Canceling just like that. It’s unprofessional, that’s what it is!” John emptied the bottle in one gulp and picked up the cards. “Alrighty, five card stud, one-eyed jacks is wild. Ante up, fellas.”
Tom tossed in his chip and stood up “I’m getting a beer, who else wants one?”
“Sit the fuck down, man, this is your party, let me get it!” George said, smiling, as he stood up. “besides, I gotta little present for ya, sit tight.” He chuckled as he walked briskly into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of champagne. “This is a time for celebration, man!” he grinned as he began to pour a glass. Just then a knock came on the door.
“Who the fuck is that?” John asked, the rest of them shrugged. Again the knocking came, harder this time, and John quickly answered the door. On the other side was a girl, barely 20 years old, clutching her handbag, looking very upset. She seemed relieved as the door opened, she smiled as she spoke. “Oh, thank God! I thought nobody was home! I’m really sorry to bother you, I think I’m lost here. I’ve been driving around for hours and my car ran out of gas. Could I please maybe use your phone or, or maybe get some help I don’t know what to do I.. I..”
“Sure, sure of course, come on in” John smiled, opening the door. “You want to sit down? Want a beer or something?”
“Thank you, no, but, if it’s not too much to ask, might I trouble you for a cigarette?” the girl smiled weakly. “I’ve quit but, after the past few hours I could use one.”
Tom’s hopes began to rise as the girl walked inside, he leaned over to George, whispering. “Wait a sec, is that the stripper? Did you guys make that story up about her canceling?”
“Geez, Tom, I wish, I think she’s just some girl.” He watched Tom’s face register his disappointment. “ Sorry, man.” Tom shook his head “S’okay† he looked up at the girl and smiled politely as he leaned over to George again. “Too bad though I’d love to get a look at that rack up close and personal, ya know?”
George chuckled “I hear ya, man.” George watched as Tom took another long pull off his beer and sighed. “hey, maybe she’ll be up for it?” he offered, but Tom just laughed bitterly. “Don’t get my hopes up Georgie, Murphy’s Law is in full effect tonight.”
The girl was thanking John as she took a cigarette from his pack. John smiled as he lit it for her and turned around “Well, this is George over there, and that’s Andy” he said, pointing. “And that’s Tom, this little get together is in his honor, he’s getting married soon so be extra nice to him,” he paused as she laughed politely “… and I’m John.”
“Nice to meet you all, I’m Jessica” she replied “And thank you again.”
“Don’t mention it, Jessica.” John smiled “I got some gas out in the shed, we’ll have you fixed up in no time. I’ll be right back.”
George stood up suddenly “I’ll go with you.” He announced, and followed John out the back door.
“Have a seat, take a load off, sweetie” Andy smiles, gesturing towards a chair

George leaned over, a wicked smile on his face “I think your lucks about to change, buddy.” He whispered. “Just wait, you’re gonna like this.”
“Jessica,” John began “in honor of our boy Tom here we’d like to see you do a little strip-show for us, to make up for the stripper that blew us off. What do you say?”
Jessica’s face turned bright red, she laughed nervously. “uh, well, that’s very flattering…” she began. “We’re serious, Jess, we’ll even pay you for the trouble.” George piped up.
“I’m really not comfortable with that” she said, trying not to look too nervous. “It’s not that I’m a prig, really I just, uh, am not much of an exhibitionist, is all.”
“Well have a few beers then” Andy offered “That oughta loosen you up some.”
“Uh, ha ha, yeah, really you would be disappointed I… I’ve never done anything like that before, I’d be awful”
“Hell, we’re not picky, sweetie.” Andy offered “we just wanna see those titties” The men all laughed. “yeah just whip ‘em out!” John smiled “I’ll give ya a twenty!”
“No, no no, really, I.. I should be going.” Jessica stammered as she walked back towards the door. “It’s really flattering, but, I just can’t.”
“Hey, don’t go now.” George pleaded “come on, we haven’t gotten ya naked yet!”
“Thank you for the gas, good-bye now” Jessica said nervously as she opened the door.
John’s hand reached out suddenly, pushing the door closed with an angry thud. “You’re not going anywhere yet, girlie.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Until you give us what we want.”
Jessica stepped backwards, genuinely scared now. “Please…† she begged “I don’t want to.” She spun, turned to Tom. “Tim, right? You don’t want to force me to do this, it’s you party, please, you don’t want to do this..” she begged, her lip quivering.
Tom looked at her for a moment, face expressionless. Then he took a long swig off his beer and smiled at her. “I think you’d better get those clothes off now, bitch, before you get hurt.”
The other three men laughed and cheered. “You heard the man, cunt!” George hollered.
Jessica stood back, her lips quivering, fighting back tears as she stalled as long as she could.
“Don’t make me hit you, bitch.” John snarled, walking towards her with a deadly serious look on his face. Jessica hiccupped a nervous sob as her hands, trembling slowly reached up to her blouse. She lowered her head, stared at a spot on the floor as she removed her top. The sounds of growing excitement from the men caused her to blush profusely. She paused only a moment before reaching back and unhooking her bra. The growls and hoots of encouragement from the men only making her tremble more. She choked on her sobs as she bent forward, pushing her skirt down her legs and stepping out of it. She fought the urge to keep her arms over her breasts and pussy as she stood there, all eyes on her exposed body. Unable to bring herself to look up at her captors, she stood, naked, scared, and ashamed as they leered at her.
“Is she gonna dance or what?” Andy asked aloud. “Come on, dance, cunt!”
Jessica sniffled, eyes fixed on the floor, as she began to sway awkwardly to the music on the radio. “Shit, man she’s barely moving.” Tom complained. John took a drag off his cigarette and held it between his thumb and middle finger. Taking aim, he flicked it straight at her. She jumped, yelping as it bounced off her left tit. “Start moving, whore!” John barked as the other three laughed at her. Jessica obeyed, swaying her hips, lifting her arms above her head as the men smiled in approval. Her arms came down as she brought her hands to her tits, squeezing them gently, pushing them up. The sounds in the room told her that she was doing better, and she hoped she could pull it off without getting beaten. She knew she had to put on a good show but had no idea how to do it. She closed her eyes and thought of the strippers she had seen in movies. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down, she turned around and jutted her ass out, giving the guys at the card table a good view. Her face was burning as she blushed, but the men seemed to like it, at least she didn’t have anything thrown at her.
She swayed her ass back and forth a little, trying to keep time with the music, thankful that she didn’t have to look at the guys, now behind her. When she did finally turn back around, she was relieved to see approving smiles plastered on the faces of the four men, drinking, smoking and staring intently at her naked body.
Tom leaned back in his chair, smiling wickedly at the scared naked bitch in front of him. “Jump up and down a little, make those titties bounce.” He ordered. Sniveling, Jessica nodded. She began jumping mildly, feeling her tits bobbing as she did so. She felt terribly humiliated as the men smiled broadly, their lustful eyes fixed on her bouncing breasts.
“Not bad, bitch.” Andy said “But I think our boy Tom here needs a lap dance. It’s his party, after all.”
Jessica’s face grew even redder as she stumbled across her words. “I… don’t know how..” she squeaked.
“It’s easy, dumb bitch, just get on his lap and start moving, rub your tits in his face, rub your ass in his lap. Even a stupid cunt like you ought be able to handle that.”
Jessica sniffled as her shaking legs took her slowly to where Tom was sitting, coolly drinking his beer as he watched her. Fighting back her sobs, she turned and lowered herself to his lap, embarrassed as she attempted to move seductively for them. All the men were staring at her as she swayed her hips, shaking her tits, trying not to think about what was happening. Chuckling to himself, Tom reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them lightly, feeling them up. She closed her eyes and stifled a terrified squeal as he molested her large naked tits.
“How are they, Tom?” John inquired.
“Not bad, John, not bad at all.” Tom laughed. “Come feel ‘em for yourself.”
The three men rose and began feeling for themselves, taking turns squeezing and kneading her full round jugs. Jessica bit her lip, holding still and fighting hard to keep from breaking down into sobs as hands from all around her roughly molested her breasts. Tom slapped her ass hard and angrily berated her “Why’d you stop shaking that ass, bitch!?”
“I… I’m sorry!” Jessica cried as she quickly resumed rubbing her ass on Tom’s lap. Tom scowled, reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it back hard as she let out a yelp of pain. “Fucking women.” He spat as he held her head back, her body squirming on his lap as his friends’ hands kept playing with her tits.
John stood up straight suddenly and smiled at them. “Be right back, fellas, keep enjoying the slut.” And with that he walked out of the room, headed for the back door.
Jessica was terrified, her mind raced wondering what John was going to do, if his leaving had anything to do with what was going to happen to her. She tried to tell herself he was just going to pee or something innocent. But not knowing, wondering what was going to happen next filled her with an even greater fear, her body was shaking, her face red as she cried.
The men just laughed cruelly as she let the tears flow. “Awww, poor baby!” George laughed. “Maybe we should play nice!” he sneered at her as he grabbed her nipple and squeezed hard, causing her to gasp and cry harder. Andy slapped her hard across the face as Tom tightened his grip on her hair. She didn’t dare stop wiggling her ass, though. She kept it up as the men hurt her and laughed as she cried.
Tom shook her head roughly as she grunted, then threw her off his lap. She landed on the floor, crying, shaking. She looked up at Tom as he leaned back and guzzled down his beer. Then he coolly tossed the empty bottle at her and ordered flatly “stick it in your cunt.”
The other men chuckled as they watched her eyes grow wide, her lips quivering. “Please, please, no…” she begged, but the mean look on Tom’s face shut her up fast. Her body shook as she sobbed quietly, her trembling hand picked up the empty bottle as she slowly brought it to her pussy. She hesitated just a moment, took a deep breath and slowly slide it past her pussy lips as the men all whistled and mumbled in approval. She looked up at Tom who was watching closely. “Deeper, bitch.” He ordered. She complied, pushing harder as she winced in pain, hiccupping sobs as the hard glass neck pushed deeper into her tender pussy.
As the three men all stood around her, drinking and enjoying the show, John re-entered, carrying with him a large brown paper grocery bag, seemingly filled with something, or some things a bit heavy, as he carried it in with both hands. He stopped and smiled at the sight of the crying whore pushing the bottle inside herself. She looked at him, blood going cold as she wondered what horrible things could be inside that bag. John smiled as he dropped the bag onto the couch beside him, he stood, arms crossed, smirking at her as she pressed the bottle in deeper.
“Here, let me help you with that!” George laughed as he dropped to his knees beside her and grabbed the bottle. Jessica yelped in fear but George just laughed as he rammed it up her pussy hard. She screamed in agony, her body tensing as she cried, her hands reached down, grabbing George’s and tried to push them away. He growled and shoved it in harder before yanking it out of her and setting it down.
Jessica lay on her side now, curled up on the floor clutching her sore, abused pussy and sobbing pathetically. George stood up and examined his hand. “Fuck!” he exclaimed “the fucking cunt scratched me!” He leaned over her and shouted. “Hey! You want me to break your fucking arms, cunt!!” Jessica squealed in terror, hands over her head as she trembled uncontrollably. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she sobbed. “Please don’t kill me!”
“Bring her over here, George,” John suggested “we’ll tie her up.”
“Noooo!” Jessica screamed as George grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet and roughly shoving her over to John, who grabbed her and shoved her down into one of the chairs.
“Hold still, you stupid piece of shit!” John hissed. Jessica was too scared to disobey, and she sat there, trembling as John pulled a large bundle of rope out of the bag. She held her lips together tight, fighting back sobs as John roughly tied her hands behind her back, her legs to the legs of the chair, and finally tying rope around her stomach and the back of the chair. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, terrified and helpless as the tight rope cut painfully into her skin. She futilely tried to hold back sobs as she watched John undo his belt, sliding the black leather off his waist.
“What’re you going to do to me?’ she cried hoarsely, her big, terror-filled eyes looking up at John as he doubled his belt over, glaring at her. John didn’t say a word, he just lifted his arm back and quickly brought the belt down hard on Jessica’s right tit with a hard SMACK.
“Aaahhhh!!” Jessica cried out, gritting her teeth, grimacing as the hard leather bit into her soft titmeat. Before she knew it, the belt smacked her left tit just as hard, she shuddered in her chair, crying out in pain as John looked on in unsympathetic amusement. He raised his arm again and Jessica squealed, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the blow. Trembling as she waited for only a moment before the belt came whooshing down again, whipping her left tit, then her right, back and forth without pause the belt whipped her tits with cruel brutality. She squealed wildly, sobbing as the pain overwhelmed her, she squirmed against the tight ropes, unable to get free, unable even to dodge the harsh blows as the frustration of being so helpless built up into hysteria. The men all laughed as she writhed pathetically, squirming in agony. John was angrily beating her large tits with savage ferocity, an evil smile on his face as he watched the helpless cunt sobbing and writhing helplessly before him.
Finally, after a few more good strong whacks, John set the belt down. “My arm’s getting tired.” He mumbled. He sat down on a chair and opened up a beer. “damn, look at those titties now.” He chuckled.
Jessica’s breasts were bright red, with long dark whip marks covering them. They were swollen and in some places little bead of blood were forming. Her face was as red as her tits as she sobbed, covered in sweat, dark steaks running down her cheeks where her tears had washed away her makeup. The men all watched, very pleased, very excited and, by this point, quite drunk. Tom gulped down another beer, set it aside and walked over to the crying bitch. He smiled as he undid his pants, letting his hard cock fall out, throbbing in front of Jessica’s red, tear-stained face. He reached down and took hold of one of her red, beaten boobs and gave it a fast, hard squeeze. As Jessica cried out in pain, Tom rammed his hard-on down her screaming throat.
Jessica gagged, choking as Tom laughed to himself, cruelly crushing her beaten tit harder as he pressed his hips closer to her face. Jessica tried to move her head back but Tom reached out with his other hand, grabbing her by the hair behind her head and held her crying face in place. Tom took his time, slowly working his cock in and out of her warm mouth, crushing his hips into her face, holding his cock deep down her throat and feeling her gagging and choking on his throbbing cock for a moment before slowly drawing it back out letting her drool all over his dick before pushing deep down her throat again. His friends watched, drinking, smoking, watching the entertainment as the bound bitch choked and gagged on Tom’s cock.
Finally Tom pushed her face down into his crotch, holding her there, he moaned to himself as he felt her gagging throat muscles massaging his cock head. He gave her face a few rough thrusts before yanking her head upwards and spitting on her. The men all chuckled cruelly as the spit slid down her face as she coughed and gasped, her throat raw from the face-raping. Tom stepped back a few feet. “I’m not gonna cum in you yet, cunt.” He explained. “I’m not done using you by a long shot.”
Andy then stepped up to the bound victim, smiling as he took out his cock, watching the reaction on her poor terrified face as he prepared to rape her throat. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “please..” she whined. Andy just laughed and slapped her hard across her tear-soaked face, then forced her head back towards him. “Open.” He ordered. Jessica knew better than to disobey, and Andy rammed his hard prick down her throat.
“How is she?” George asked.
“Come and see for yourself, man.” Andy offered. George whipped out his cock and approached the whore. Andy slid his cock out and George forced his in. Andy reached down and grabbed a tit harshly, Jessica’s screams of pain were muffled by the cock down her throat. The two friends took turns raping Jessica’s mouth, feeling her choke on their cocks, yanking her head up and shoving it down on another, pausing only to slap or spit on the poor helpless girl.
Tom and John sat back, watching the two have their way with the slut’s mouth. “Damn, never knew that raping a bitch would be so hot!” Tom exclaimed.
“I did.” John said flatly. “And I love watching her cry like that!”
The two of them paused a moment to enjoy the show before Tom turned to John. “What should we do to her next?”
“Don’t worry Tom.” John responded “I gotta few ideas.” He turned to Andy and George “hey guys.” He spoke up “what say we rape her cunt now, huh?” The two of them smiled and agreed enthusiastically as Jessica moaned in terror. John rose from his seat and walked over to the helpless, battered slut. He reached into his brown bag and pulled out a hunting knife. Jessica’s eyes grew wide in terror as he brought the knife to her stomach. “Hold still.” He ordered, and as she squealed he quickly cut through the ropes, then cut the ropes around her hands and finally her feet.
John grabbed the slut by the hair and yanked her to her feet, then shoved her to the card table, ordering her to stay still. She knew she might not live through the night if she tried to run, so she held very still, trembling, hiccupping out sobs as she tried to calm down, watching as John grabbed the rest of the rope and walked back towards her. He didn’t say a word just pushed her backwards over the table and grabbed her legs, forcing them down ward he tied them to the table legs, then did the same for her arms. She was naked on her back, tied tightly to the card table, her head hanging down off the tabletop.
“Tom, you go first, man.” John offered the bachelor. Tom grinned and took his place at Jessica’s cunt. Taking his cock out, he spread her pussy lips apart with one hand and quickly, mercilessly slammed his cock deep inside her. Jessica clenched her teeth and squealed as Tom’s cock tore inside her, brutally pounding her aching cunt.
“Hey, someone hand me my beer.” Tom said, and Andy ht it over to him. Tom kept fucking away as he took a swig and made a face. “Ug, it’s warm.” He grimaced, then turned it over and emptied it over the slut’s face. Jessica sputtered and moaned as the others laughed. John grabbed her by her swollen, battered tits and began pumping into her even harder, raping her sore little cunt with jackhammer force. The whole table shook as he brutally raped her aching raw twat.
After what felt like hours of torture for poor Jessica, Tom slid his cock out of her and walked around to her head. “Next!” he shouted, and the men all laughed. John took his place at her raped fuckhole, taking along drag of his cigarette, he tapped off the ash onto the floor, then put it out on Jessica’s stomach. She squealed in pain, her body tightening, and Tom grabbed her by the sides of her head, held her head back off the table and shoved his fuckstick down her throat just as John rammed his cock into the slut’s cunt.
John and Tom savagely pounded the slut from both ends, occasionally reaching out to smack her bruised tits. Soon Tom was ready to blow his load, he grabbed her giant reddened tits and squeezed as hard as he could, he felt the bitch screaming with her mouth full of cock, her warm breath and vibrations from her cries making his cock feel even better, he rammed his cock down as deep as it would go and unloaded down her screaming, gagging throat. He held it there, feeling her coughing as she choked on cum, then he slowly pulled out, spitting on the bitch’s face as she coughed up her rapist’s jizz.
Tom smiled as he sat down to relax, grabbing another beer and a cig. Jessica sobbed hysterically, he couldn’t even tell what she was trying to say, her crying was so ferocious. Everyone had a turn raping her cunt and her mouth, cock after cock violated her, pounded her, tore into her soft body and made her scream in pain. When the last of them had finished with her, Jessica’s face was plastered with cum. It was in her hair, stinging in her eyes, burning up her nose. The sight of the used-up whore, crying and helpless on the table, was making Tom horny again. He got up, walked over to the table and looked down at the crying mess of a girl tied down in front of him.
“Lean you head back.” He ordered, and Jessica let her neck go slack, head hanging off the edge of the table. Tom took his pants off and shoved his ass into her face. “eat my asshole” he ordered plainly. He felt her sobbing between his ass cheeks as she put her mouth to his asshole and started kissing it. “come on, slut, you can do better, eat it like you life depends on it!” he barked “because it does” he added ominously.
Jessica cried out pathetically as she reached out with her tongue and began working over Tom’s ass. Tom grunted contentedly as the slut began vigorously licking and kissing his ass.
“That’s it, bitch, keep that up.” He groaned as his cock grew hard again. He let the slut lap his asshole a few minutes longer before walking off a few steps and grabbing John’s knife. He began cutting the ropes off of her legs and arms as he warned her. “Listen bitch, I’m cutting you loose, but if you pull and funny stuff, you’re going to be deep-throating this blade, you understand?
Sniveling, Jessica nodded as the ropes came off her limbs. “Get up.” Tom ordered. Jessica obeyed, standing slowly on her shaking legs. Tom pointed to the floor with the knife and commanded: “Get on your hands and knees, bitch.” Breathing deeply, the bitch complied, on her hands and knees like a dog on the filthy floor she waited nervously. Tom now got on his knees in front of her, upright, so his cock was in her face. “Suck it.” He sneered, and Jessica did as she was told. Tom kept his hands off of her, letting the raped whore do all the work, she bobbed her head up and down on Tom’s rod, licking his shaft and sucking him like a pro.
“That’s it, bitch, get it nice and wet, cuz it’s going in your ass next.” Tom said. Jessica squealed only mildly and shut her eyes tight to hold back the tears as she slobbered all over his prick. Finally Tom pulled his cock out and walked around her, he slapped her ass, watching it bounce. Then he got on his knees and guided his cock to her ass, rubbing his shaft in her ass crack a moment before pulling back and ramming it deep up her asshole as hard as he could.
Jessica threw her head back and screamed like a banshee as Tom’s hard cock tore through her soft tight asshole. The other men laughed and cheered him on as he rammed her ass, raping her with all his hatred, relishing her screams and sobs as he pounded her with brutal savagery. Jessica clawed at the floor, trying to crawl out from under him as his cock ravaged her asshole, but she was pinned to the floor with cock and Tom’s full weight behind it. Tom grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards, holding the knife under her throat. He pounded her ass for several minutes before yanking it out and shoving it down her throat.
“Taste that ass, cunt!” he sneered as Tom and Andy got up to take their turn. Andy got underneath the bitch and raped her cunt while Tom took her up her ass. Filled with cock, the force of the three men thrusting tossed the whore around like a rag doll. They raped her with renewed vigor, shouting at her, spitting on her, smacking her, yanking her hair, burning her with cigarettes and dumping beer on her. By the time they were all spent, Jessica was covered with cigarette burns, bruises, beer and cum. She lay on the floor trembling, jaw slack, with a nasty black eye and split lip, whimpering softly to herself. Groaning, Andy stood up and scratched his side lazily, then stood in front of the used up fuckdoll and, taking careful aim, pissed all over her. He pissed on her beaten tits first then moved to her face. Jessica sniveled and shuddered but barely protested. Andy finished pissing, sat sown at the card table and shrugged.
“Anything else you wanna do to her?” he asked “Cuz I’m spent.”
“We could cut her tits off.” George piped up
“Nah, too messy.” John complained
“Wanna shove some firecrackers up her ass and light ‘em off?”
John looked down at the whore on the floor. “How about that, cunt, you want us to set a fire up that ass?” Jessica just shuddered and whimpered weakly, unable to even answer.
“I think we broke her.” Tom said
“What do we do now?” Andy asked “We can’t let her go or we’ll all be fucked.”
“I’ll take care of this” George said, standing up, he grabbed John’s belt and walked over to the raped slut. He smiled broadly as he wrapped the leather around her neck. She was only able to croak hoarsely “No.. no please… please..” before George pulled tightly, cutting off her air.
“Wait a minute, George.” John stood up. “I got an idea.”
George looked to John and let go of the belt, the cunt’s blue face hit the floor with a dull thud as she gasped desperately for air.
“There’s no use in getting rid of some perfectly good fuckmeat. Now I’ve got that shed out back and there’s hardly anything in there. I say we chain the bitch up in there, lock up the door, and keep her for later. Of course Tom, you and the others are welcome to come up and play around with her whenever you like. Once we’ve fucked her up too bad to be of much use, then we’ll kill her and dump her somewhere, but for now, what say we hold on to her?”
Tom smiled “Sounds fucking great!”
“It’s settled then, let’s get her out there.”
John and the others grabbed Jessica’s naked body and led her out back into the dark shed. Tom slammed her up against the wall, smiling evily as John wrapped the cold heavy chain around her, finally locking it in place to the wall. The men left her there, cold, alone, and too broken even to cry. As they left the shed, Tom turned to her and winked. “See ya tomorrow, sweetie.” He laughed before slamming the door shut and locking her in.

[dman]

that was one awsome fucking story!!!!!

[starhaven]

i like it was real nice