[darkstalker]

Carl just laughs, deaf to the woman’s screams. Her ass... her ass is just so tight, he thinks. It fits him like a glove, sucking him as if it were her damned mouth wrapped around his dick. Just not wanting to let go, slurping his manhood and pulling it in such a way he has to fight to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
At first his thrust are simple, pull out and slam back in, forcing himself in such a way so he can make the woman cry out with maximum agony as he dug his dick in to the fullest in her wretched hole, but now as his entire dick is hugged so sweetly by that lovely ass, he gains a different rhythm. He begins to slap against her hips, ramming his hips against hers so that his balls smack wetly against her body, beating a tempo against it.
He jerks the woman’s head back by pulling the tail of her hair and laughs. “Your ass hole is buggered now, you bitch,” he roars. “And I’m gonna’ rut you like the fucking cow you are!”
The woman simply sobs and he continues to hammer into her body with abandon, feeling the strict tightness and tug of her body as he jacks off in it, pulling in and out repeatedly. He feels the wet blood running down her anus and he laughs, beating against her harder, slowing his pace so he can give each blow the maximum force before slowing down and then speeding up.
He continues this for several minutes, but soon the heat is running up his body and he finds himself spraying his load deep inside the cunt’s bowls, his hot jism scalding her insides.
“Yeah!” he yells. “Take it! Take my hot prick in yo’ ass!”

For Lauri the act is horrific and she screams in humiliation and agony. Her already sore asshole bleeds wetly against the monstrous member lodged within, but the further agonies of the man as he rutted her like an animal, tearing her open in such a way that she doubts she’ll properly heal. And still, he continued, humiliating her and fucking her like a pig until his hot jism poured into her body. And he didn’t even have the decency or compassion to pull out first.
His hot seed spilled deep inside her, making her cry out as spurt after spurt fills her rectum, paining it further with the scalding seed.
He eventually pulls away after the final squirts from his manhood, being none too gentle. He simply grips her hips tightly, his nails biting into her rump and wrenches himself out, tearing her anus open in a wide fashion.
Lauri screams and falls back on the floor, her body twitching from the agony. “Alright,” says the man behind her. “Who’s up next?”

Pete looks at the quivering woman, licks his upper lip and nods. “That’s gonna’ be me. I’m next.”
“Hey,” says Chase, slapping Pete on the chest before the man can take a step forward. “Why should you be next? It should be me,” he says, his eyes narrowed and indignant.
Chase is a thin man, much like Pete himself, with an attitude to match his narrow body. Meaning next to no patience. If Chase wants the woman then he’ll be uppity about it, but Pete feels he’s waited enough. He steps in front of Chase, his fist clenching, ready to duke it out for his right to fuck first when Jason intercedes.
“Let it go,” says Jason, flicking his knife that he’d taken out to clean his nails with. “Give Pete his chance. The bitch is still going to be there when he’s done.”
“Fucker,” says Chase, but lets Pete pass. Pete nods in Jason’s direction who gives him a cool gaze and Pete comes back to looking at the woman. He circles her, watching as she keeps her face pressed to the floor, tears running down her cheeks. He runs his hands in light circles over her buttocks. The flesh is sagging a bit, somewhat wrinkly but still fuckable. Well enough for him.
Her anus is bleeding, her vagina quivering and shaking. Making his choice, he begins to unbuckle his pants. He’s surprised no one has taken this hole yet, but he’s gonna’ set that to rights now. He jerks his pants down, underwear and all, his manhood springing forward to attention, wanting a piece of that meat already.
The men laugh. “Old cow like that do it for you bro?” Carl says.
“Did for you,” Pete sneers.
“Yeah,” says Carl, rubbing his chin. “But I’m not picky. Any piece of meat will do for me as long as their ass is tight.”
Pete has to accede to this way of thinking. While the woman is not in her prime, that asshole was still untouched until Carl had his way with it and now it is a gaping wound, red and twitching. It is no longer inviting, he thinks. But that doesn’t matter. She has one untouched hole anyways.
He shoves his member in without further chatter and the woman screams. “No!” she screams. “Take it out! Please... at least put on a condom! Don’t-“
He slaps her rear with a hard blow, watching as her rump quivers. The woman shrieks, bouncing up against the floor, her hips inadvertently gripping his member. He pulls her hair back, jerking her head up so there’s an incredible pressure on her spine.
“Yeah... like I’m gonna’ pull out now for your sensibilities bitch!” he hisses and spits in her face. The slimy liquid hits her on the left cheek, running down the length of her face and Pete pushes her head back, no longer concerned with her face.
Let the bitch whine, he thinks as he begins to push in and out of her body. Doesn’t matter none to him as long as he can get his jollies off and get a good fuck out of her. He slams his body against hers, their bodies slapping as if to get the message across.
Her body is a little loose, but at least it’ll still make a decent fuck.

For Lauri this is the final violation. The man now rutting her dry cunt, smacking it with abandon, his member searing through her insides like a jagged knife. It cuts through her senses immediately, making her whimper and whine. Her body feels so dry from her fear, and even with the slight lubrication, just how this man ruts her shows that she is not lubed enough, that her body is not slick enough to make this even remotely tolerable.
She sobs against the floor, fearing that the man will cum inside her and leave her impregnated. It would not matter if he’d at least had the decency to put on a condom. But who was she kidding? Even if they could get them, these men aren’t the types to care about what they do to a woman. Why would they bother putting something on that would limit their satisfaction of her?
She sobs into the floor, fearing the idea of what may come about from this forced copulation and screams when the man slaps her rear end. “You’re getting a little quiet there, cunt!” he says. “Thought you might be dead!”
“Noooo...” she moans. “Stop! Please...”
“Oh, I can’t take it anymore,” says the other man who had yet to get his turn. “Fuck this!”
Before Lauri knows what is happening, the man is plugging her nose and thrusting his manhood in between her lips, forcing it back into her throat. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yells, slamming his member deep inside her, jack hammering his rod into her neck. “Fuck!”
The man grips her head, slamming his hips against her face, his balls slapping wetly against her chin, drool and spit mixing in with the coming taste of bile from her throat. Lauri can only sob, trying to resist the urge to bite down, knowing what happened last time. It is all she can do as she is skewered between the two men.
The one at her hips stops momentarily and after a moment, his nails scraping across her hips, he screams and slams back into her. “Fuck this,” he says. “Ain’t gonna’ let you fuck it for me!”
“That’s the spirit bro!” the man yells and both begin to spear her from either end, Lauri sandwiched between the two without an opening or way to go. She feels as both men try their damnedest to spear themselves through her body and can only cry in between them.

Pete hammers into the loose cunt with an angry rage, his mood a bitter one. Each of the others had gotten to fuck her solo, so why couldn’t he? It wasn’t fair!
He slams his staff inside her as if to assert the point to himself, but at the same time he realizes that what Chase has done may actually help. The bitch has no place to move between the two of them and now Pete can anchor himself in a better position to really fuck the ho!
He lifts one of her legs, holding it with one arm while kneeling and holds her hip with the other, then begins to pound into her, angling his prick so it slams upwards into her body. Now this actually feels good, he thinks. No more loose snatch ready to give out on his dick at any opportunity. He feels how the roof of her cunt resist against his penetrations and laughs, “Seems you actually are good for something Chase! Go figure!”
“Shut up!” Chase laughs good naturedly. “You ain’t too bad yourself, helping in making this bitch gag on my cock like this!”
And it’s true, Pete sees. The woman is angled in such a way, her chest pressed against the floor, neck pushed up so that Chase’s dick is pummeling her cheek or pushing into her throat in such an uncomfortable manner that it looks anything but enjoyable. He can hear how she gags on it, spit and drool coming down her mouth in long swinging strands. It’s so funny he thinks. And both men laugh at the sight and feel of it.

For Lauri it couldn’t get much worse. She has trouble breathing around the penis inside her mouth, trying to suck in gasp of air around the meaty member while sucking small snorts through her nose. But none of it seems to help.
The hard shaft rips through her throat and neck, paining her insides while the one behind her slams into her hips, the shaft there trying to batter through her vaginal canal. She shuts her eyes and sobs. These men... they have no mercy, no compassion. All they know is to fuck and hurt. That is all they know. All they want to know...
She feels nails dig into both ends of her body, ripping lines along her buttocks and along her cheeks. The man at her head slams her face against his crotch repeatedly, her lips constantly meeting his ball sacks in a gross display of violence.
The duo laughs, slamming their hips against both her ends, she powerless to stop them. She can’t even balance herself, her arms tied behind her and legs held aloft. It all adds to leaving her body in the worst position possible for the assault.
As if to add to her misery, she feels the one at her front suddenly slamming his hips rapidly in her face, making her choke and gag. She has no chance to breathe anymore and can barely hold on as he fucks her face, writhing just to keep herself from going unconscious.

Pete sees as Chase begins to thrust rapidly into the bitch’s mouth. The guy could never really hold himself out for too long and it shows as he’s arching his back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open. Guy doesn’t even think about the fact that the bitch can easily bite his stick off and then he’ll just be another ugly woman. No... Pete will never risk fucking a woman’s throat when she has no gag to keep her from biting down. Now her vagina on the other hand, no chance of that biting back.
And as Chase continues to buck against her face Pete feels how she writhes and thrust back against him trying to free herself. His thrust meeting her own, pushing his sensations further. He starts working himself so he can meet her body as she slams back on his, enjoying the sensation and feel as assist in her own fucking.
It brings a heat to him, spreading rapidly and Pete finds himself jerking off quickly, his dick already in need of release. It only takes a few more thrust before he finds himself cumming, his moans joining Chase as Chase unloads his own shaft on the woman, having pulled out to spray it all over her face. Her hips squirm on his, gripping his shaft with a strong force, pulling the sperm from his dick, greedily sucking it up. Pete moans in joy, spurting his load inside the old cunt before letting himself slide out. He wipes the final remains of his jism on her rear and smiles.
“Not bad for an old hag, eh bro?” says Chase, cleaning himself on the woman’s hair. “Yeah,” says Pete, “not bad at all.”

Lauri sobs, feeling as the man above her cleans himself off with the tail end of her hair, sticky wet filaments leaving her hair a hardened mess. Fat globs of it from his first shots dribble down her cheek and left eye.
The man had jerked out of her mouth so quickly she hadn’t had a chance to dodge and thus his cum hit her squarely in the eye before it shut. Her eyes still burns, watering from the scalding liquid. She sobs into the floor, wondering when and if these men will let her go.
She can feel the hot jism leaking out of her vagina, still twitching from its assault on her back end. She might get pregnant from this. She hasn’t taken any anti pregnancy pills in some time having stopped trying to have a baby with her husband for a long time now. And now because of her foolishness, she might have a womb full of a rapist’ seed. Fertile and fighting its way to her egg. She couldn’t feel more humiliated.
There’s a loud clap before her and the man seated at the stairs, her first attacker, gets up, looking down at her. “Alright, since you all had a go, I think I’ll take another round.”
He stomps on her head, making her upper teeth slam into the floor. “This time around that fuck better be good bitch, or you’re going to be sorry!”
Lauri simply whimpers, feeling as one tooth has come loose. When will this nightmare end?

Jason smirks and grinds the woman’s face into the floor, fully enjoying her suffering. He kicks her in the side and pushes her over so her front is exposed to him. Her skirt, all crumpled up above her hips lies in a mess, her sagging snatch dripping cum from its entry way. He couldn’t care less for the sobbing mess down there. But looking at the blouse still all the way buttoned up and still almost pristine, he feels part of him fume.
He grunts and looks at the rest of the men congregated around him. “None of you thought to open the bitch’s shirt?”
The men all shrug. “Didn’t need to,” says Carl, simply rolling his eyes.
“Yeah...” says Chase. “After all, hanging old bags of meat don’t really hold any appeal.”
“You still fucked her though,” says Jason, kicking at the woman’s chest so she whimpers. “Yeah...” says Chase. “I’m not gonna’ pass up a good fuck. Sides, she’s not over the hill yet.”
Jason lowers himself, jerking at the woman’s hair. “You hear that? Chase here thinks you’re not over the hill yet!”
She begins to sob, tears streaking down her cheeks, lips bleeding. “P-please...” she whimpers. “Let me go!”
Jason looks at her, his lips a thin line. This woman really doesn’t get it, does she? She has no authority anymore and yet she keeps making demands. Angered, Jason slaps her across the face with brutal force.
“You just don’t get it bitch!” he yells. “We let you go when I say so!” He grabs a clump of her hair and slams her head against the floor with a crunch, making the woman wail. The others gasp and whisper amongst themselves but don’t interfere. Jason grips the woman’s hair, pulling it back and slams her head against the hard cement floor a few more times before tiring of the action. The woman keeps her head turned to the side after he lets go, whimpering, blood leaking from her scalp. She sobs piteously, her breasts heaving under their confinements.
Now there’s something he needs to right, he thinks. He grips both sides of her white blouse, now encrusted with dirt and grime from the not so clean floor and pulls. With a quick jerk the garment shreds, buttons popping and flying everywhere. The woman wails but doesn’t say anything more.
He looks over her chest, at those large breasts pressed against her lacy white bra. True, they’re sagging a bit, but they’ll do, he thinks.
He pulls out his member, rubbing it in his hand, jerking it, looking down at the woman. “You know what I’m going to do, bitch?” he says. The woman doesn’t say anything, instead continuing to sob against the floor. He presses a boot against her left breast, pushing down on it. “I’m gonna’ fuck your fun bags here and cum all over your face.”
“Please.... stop...” she whispers.
He slams his boot down on her face, crushing her nose. “No,” he says. “I don’t think so.”
He jerks his pants down, hurriedly pulling them down around his ankles and sits down across her waist, grabbing the lacy bra and pulls. It takes a few hard tugs but soon the material snaps, ripping away in a long shred. He tears the material from the woman’s body, revealing her breasts to him, heavy with large pink orbs. He presses them between his hands, feeling their weight. Not so light as a younger woman’s but definitely meaty.
He takes his hardening prick and sticks it between those orbs, pushing himself in between them and begins a slow process of pushing himself in and out through them. He watches as his member slides in and out, the head slowly pushing up between the orbs and sliding back down like a timid mouse.
“And you said I got turned on by old bags!” Carl hollers. “Look it you!”
“Oh shut up!” Jason calls back, but it’s true. Despite the age of the woman, his member is already stiffening feeling her soft tender flesh wrapping around his cock.
“P-please don’t...” she says.
His mood shifts and he digs the nails from his right hand into her breast, making the woman cry out while at once slapping the left with his open palm. “Shut...” he says as he slaps the breast again. “The fuck...” Slap. “Up!” Slap.
The woman wails, her tit flesh bouncing with each blow. He gives it a few more slaps for good measure before grabbing it, squeezing it tight between his fingers and using it to press down on his manhood. No longer satisfied with a slow build up, he begins to jerk him against her chest with rapid thrust, just as if her tits were the entry way to her cunt.
He slams the head of his cock against the underside of her chin, hitting against it like it were her cervix. It slaps against that hard bony exterior making the woman gag and cough against him. She cries and tries to pull her head back, trying ineffectively to avoid his manhood. It makes him laugh and spurns him forward, thrusting more rapidly, ramming her chin with his cock while crushing her lovely orbs around his cock.
Again and again he slams his cockhead against her, riding her like a raging bull, her whole body arching and twisting beneath him. Still, he does not let go, does not relent. She begs him to stop, yells at him to do so and then her words are cut off as his cockhead slams into her throat, cutting off her words mid sentence. It’s great, he thinks, and this spurns him on, his heat rising as his balls slap at the base of her great orbs. His ball are slapping against her body, his heat rising inside him.
The woman resist, bouncing against the floor, screaming and choking. Choking on his cock or on her own words. It doesn’t matter. Seeing her suffer along with feeling that soft tissue around his manhood just feels so great. It makes him shove his phallus against her even harder, the men around him cheering him on. And then...
He cums. All too soon his cum is spraying against her throat, hot and salty, laying globs against her neck, his dick getting limp. “No! Fuck no!” he screams, slapping at her tits once more. “Not like this! This is too soon! You fucking bitch, you whore!”
He rains blows down upon her body, the soft flesh giving way and bouncing back, the screams from her lips egging him to do more. His fist rock against her face again and again, until someone stops him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Dude, if you’re so pissed off she didn’t give you enough fun, why not cut one of those fun bags off?”
It’s Chase he sees, handing him a set of pruning sheers. He stares at the man, looking at him with a new light and shrugs, giving it a fuck it.

Lauri does not understand this, understand why the man continues to hurt her so. His fist fall upon her mercilessly and she wonders if this truly will be the last night she had of seeing her family? Then it stops.
Her eye swollen and mouth full of blood, she can not see well and simply sobs, spitting the blood from between parted lips. Why? She thinks. Why is he doing this?
Then there is something hard and cold against the underside of her left breast and scraping at the top of it. She stares at a long black shape with wooden handles in the man’s hands. “What are you doing?!” she says through mouthfuls of blood. “No! Stop!”
“I told you already,” the man yells with malice as he begins to squeeze the sheers together. “Stop telling me what to fucking do!”
And Lauri screams.

There’s something dark that snaps within Jason. Something twisted that won’t be shut out. The woman’s pleas, her cries for mercy, all they do is make Jason want to hurt her more. Chase ironically gives him the method to do so.
Seeing as those dirty sheers clamp down on that old sagging meat and then as he begins to squeeze down on the handles, how the woman arches her back and screams. It’s too much. He pushes more and more, squeezing, watching as the flesh balloons up for a moment, beginning to bleed red and then begins to split, flesh and meat crunching until there is a snap. The woman screams, a sound like nothing he’s heard before and he pulls back slowly with the sheers, strands of meat and entrails still sticking to the blades.
The old woman’s tit still hangs attached to her chest by some strands of meat but it looks an awful mess. Jason grins and finds himself laughing, watching as the woman writhes and screams, spraying blood, her tit flopping.
Then she quiets, her screams turning into choked gasp as a rope is pulled tight around her neck, hoisting her into the air. Jason stops laughing, the sheers slipping from his fingers to clang on the floor.
“What are you doing?!” Jason yells at Carl and Pete as both men pull at the rope which they’d looped over a beam, choking the woman out.
“Ending this before you bring the cops on our asses!” yells Carl.
Jason growls but doesn’t stop the men, instead content with watching as the woman is taken into the air, her legs dangling, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she struggles for air. He’s just sad he can’t watch her face purple from all the blood he’d already released in beating her face. Still...
As he watches her thrash in the air, her legs kicking out and then slowing, still, he thinks, he feels content. He spreads his arms and grins. So this is what god feels like when he belittles the men below? This...
Something sharp slams into the back of his spine and Jason turns around, looking Chase in the eye. “You’re a twisted fuck!” Chase yells shoving Jason back hard. He stumbles and falls back, whatever had been shoved into his back going the rest of the way through with a sickening crunch. Through a blackening vision Jason can see two long points sticking out of his stomach and grins. The sheers. When did he drop em’ so Chase could pick them up?
He lets his head fall back, smiling.

The three men look down at the thing that had once been their friend. “Why’d you give him those sheers anyways?” Pete says to Chase.
“I was teasing the idiot. Make him stop from killing the bitch and think twice with something worse. I didn’t think he’d actually do it!”
Pete can see how thin a line Chase’s lips are and looks up at the swinging woman with her gore ridden chest. As fucked up as Chase is, he’s not that fucked up. Shaking his head, he says “Let’s go. The cops can clean it up.”
“What?!” says Chase, “Aren’t we gonna’ clean this up?”
“No time bro,” says Carl. “Sides, I don’t want to try and clean this shit up. I’ve lost all my nerves.”
“Yeah,” says Pete.
Chase gives the scene one last glance and nods. “Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up.”
The men solemnly walk up the stairs, shutting off the lights, leaving the body swinging slowly in the still night. All quiet except the twisting of the rope with its grisly charge.