[darkstalker]

I know it's been a long time since i worked on this one, but i gotta get in the mood to rape a specific girl each time. and so here you go! suggestions for her torture and abuse welcome!

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The stone crunches beneath their many boots. Clare can see the dimly lit city below, the houses glowing orange inside the rooms. She tries simply to focus on each movement of her legs, the stones cracking beneath her shoes. Tries to focus on that and not the humiliation she feels at having the large man behind her moving his large meaty hands beneath her leather jerkin, his hands pressing against her supple flesh, kneading the meat beneath between his thick sausage like fingers.
Her breasts are not big, thinks Clare. Not small, but not large. Still this man runs his sickly hands beneath her clothing, gripping her breasts and squeezing them like overripe fruit, his thumbs and fingers pressing one way and then another. Clare suppresses her urge to scream as her private flesh is crushed between overly thick fingers.
Keep still and firm in emotion she thinks. Don’t let them get to you. That’s what they want. That’s... “uuuhhhh...” she moans, as the man begins to pinch her buds between his fingers, crushing them to thin lengths and then digging his unclean nails into the skin. She bites down on her lips trying to keep back the tears.
His tongue runs up the length of her neck, the man chuckling. “You like that, don’t you, whore?” he says in hushed whispers against her ears. “A whore like you needs to be used by a man, even if she is a silver eyed bitch!”
Clare feels her rage building. These monsters! How dare they...
“Kak!” she yelps as the chain is jerked forward, ripping her from the clutches of the large man as it bites into her flesh and pulls her forward, stumbling to her knees. “You’ve had enough time with the bitch, Jarod,” says the old gainly man who jerks at Clare’s chain. “It’s time you give the cow to one of the others.”
Clare coughs, trying to suck in mouthful’s of air through the tight collar. It hurts to even suck in those lung fulls. Spit dribbles from her lips, leaking on the floor, her breathing coming out in ragged gasp.
She stiffens feelings someone’s hand massaging her crotch. “Look at the bitch’s fine ass. Gonna’ love beating that with the iron no?”
The other men chuckle with laughter and nod in agreement. These men are sick, thinks Clare. They...
“Ah!” she yelps as one man slaps her ass none too gently leaving a pink impression where his hand hit.
“Get up bitch!” says the man, “It’s no time for relaxing!”
Clare barely has time to stand before the chain on her collar is being jerked and she is choking, gasping for air, the spit dribbling down her chin and neck making the collar feel sticky with her own slime.
“Does it hurt?” says one man, coming towards her and jerking her head back by the scalp. “Guh!” she moans, her lips barely parting. But the man takes the initiative, and thrust his dark face towards her, his stubble roughly stabbing at her skin as his tongue penetrates her mouth, thrusting so deep she can feel it at the back of her throat. She is coughing against him and this seems to urge him on, his tongue playing with her insides.
She feels hands all over her body, going beneath her jerkin to knead her soft flesh again, some on her ass, one slapping hard with a crackt making her yelp against her captor’s mouth. He pulls away and smiles. “Really like that, don’t you whore?”
She glares at him darkly, her eyes burning with anger and hate. The bastard. Fuck the rules. When she gets out of here she’ll kill them all. If she gets out of here. She realizes this is truth as well. There’s no telling when and if she can escape.
“Well I know something you will like bitch,” says the man, running his hand up and down her inner thighs. He smiles and quickly he is jerking her leather skirt up, his hand slipping between her panties and sticking two meaty fingers into her vagina. She gasp, her eyes bulging feeling those nubs of flesh penetrate her most sensitive organ.
“Yeah, that’s right bitch,” he says. “You really like that!”
Her vaginal lips are squeezing against the man’s fingers, trying to push them out. She is moaning, trying to hold on to her senses. It is not that she has not been taken before. As part of the organization she has had to go through this a time or two, but very rarely. Her scar is generally enough to keep most men away. But...
The fingers go deeper, roughly massaging her inner walls. “Yeah... that’s right bitch. Moan for my cock between your slutty lips!”
The tears are forming at her eyes as the man thrust his fingers in between her vaginal lips. She grits her teeth that anger building. If only she can...
“She has another hole here too!” yells one man, as someone jerks her panties down.
“No! Wait!” yells Clare. “What are you doing?! Don’t...”
But it doesn’t seem to matter as the man behind her sticks his thumb into her anus, pushing the member in and sending a wracking pain up Clare’s body. Never has someone touched her there and this intrusion, so violent and humiliating hurts more then her body, it hurts her very pride.
Both men seem to jerk their fingers in her genitals. The one with his thumb in her ass, pushing back on it to push her forward while the other roughly slams three fingers in her pussy. She doesn’t recall when the third went in, probably when the one behind her jammed his finger into her anus.
She moans loudly, the tears openly coming from her eyes. “Look at the bitch,” says the man. “She’s loving it!”
And he leans down and kisses her, his mouth thrusting into her cavity. Clare squints her eyes. After all the humiliation, the anger builds and she bites down on the man’s tongue, hard. The man screams, pulling back, blood spilling from his mouth.
“You bitch!” he yells, coming back towards her and his fist rocks down against her face. She falls back with a groan and feels the boot against her side come down with crashing force again and again. “You fucking bitch!” the man yells. “You fucking...”
The man is suddenly halted, the other men surrounding him and pulling them off of her. She huddles into a ball, feeling her pained ribs. Blood leaks from her parted lips, her breathing now more painful. She closes her eyes, the tears streaming from them. “Teresa...” she thinks of the pale faced woman with long flowing mane of blonde hair. “I’m sorry...”
“Kkkkkk....” It is only a momentary lapse in time before the chain is pulling at her neck, choking her and jerking her to her feet. She is jerked forward, stumbling towards the old man whose veins pulse with an ungodly strength. “Sorry about that,” he says, still jerking her chain so she is gagging, her tongue half hanging out. “Vince isn’t the most civilized of men.”
The others laugh around him. “But then...” he whispers darkly, nearing Clare very close, his eyes almost glowing gold. “We’d have done something like that sooner of later.” He runs his tongue over her chin, lapping the blood and suckling on her lower lip lightly.
“We’re going to make you scream bitch,” he says, leaning towards her ear. “We’re going to break that high spirit of yours before giving you back to the master tomorrow.”
The man’s hand is on her hips, stroking her vagina, old twisted fingers slipping between her folds. “We’re going to use every part of you and make you beg us to stop, and then we’ll continue to use it.” He runs his tongue in a quick flick across her left ear making her shiver, her heart thundering in her chest. Her strength isn’t returning and her ribs pain her body.
“But as punishment,” says the old man, leaning back and looking her over. He leans forward and jerks Clare’s panties down to her knees. “You’re going to have to walk like this for now. Slow down and we’ll still choke you bitch.”
Clare feels the cold lap at her skin, at the sensitive folds of her flesh which leak wetly. “Now,” says the old man, jerking her collar. “Come along then bitch, we have a lot of fucking to do.”
He jerks the collar making her gag and the men chuckle, surrounding her quickly as the stones under their feet crunch under their boots. Clare can only gag and beg the fates for air as she struggles to breathe and walk at the same time.

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