[darkstalker]

“Ahhhuuu!” Clare groans, feeling each thrust pump against her hips, bringing her up and down, slapping against the rat faced man’s long phallus. It is thinner then the others but long and bruises against her burned insides enough that it makes her scream with each thrust. She jangles her locks behind her arms, the man’s nails raking against her hips as he pumps against her, beating fervently.
Drool dribbles out of her lips and she leans down over his shoulder, not realizing when it was he’d lifted her body off of the ground so she was riding him, grinding against him unconsciously. The only thing she feels, is pain. A scalding fire that burns in her insides, and fetid foul breath as the rat man pumps against her, his breathing ragged and heavy, smelling of strong drink.
“Such a beautiful girl,” he hisses lightly. “I love slipping my thin dick inside you all and making you scream.”
Clare just stares at him from partially lidded eyes, her hips slapping against his own wetly. “And what brings me to cum all the more is fucking your ass with my thin prick!”
Clare closes her eyes, not focused on what he says. Only grunting with each thrust. It isn’t until she feels two fingers slip in through her back hole that she jerks back up, her eyes growing wide and her lips splitting open letting out an ear piercing scream. The mouth closing on her own shocks her as much as anything, feeling the sickly breath against her inner mouth now, his tongue probing with her own, lapping at the cum that still resides on her walls. His fingers continue to probe at her anus, stretching it and she moans against his mouth, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. Do the depravities of these monsters know no end?
He pulls away from her, saliva still connecting their mouths and he laughs. “Was starting to think you wuz some dead fish. Glad to know that ain’t the case. Now...”
He grabs his phallus, slipping it out of her hips with a plop. “I think I want to stick this elsewhere.”
She shivers, but doesn’t say anything. What can she do? What should she do?
He places her down against the cold floor, holding her body close to his sweaty chest and begins to push his phallus into her tight orifice. She screams, trying to kick out, unable to do so with the man’s weight on her. And still the phallus continues to push inside her, going further in and deeper. With one quick thrust the man slams the remainder of his member into her body and Clare shrieks. The man holds it inside, twisting and gyrating his body. Clare feels it, writhing on the floor, groaning as her sphincter is penetrated, her anal walls constricting around the snake like thing inside her.
He lifts off her and smiles. “Oh? Don’t you like that deary?” says the rat man. He leans back down, running his tongue over her cheek, making her shiver.
Gripping her shoulders he jerks her back into a sitting position, the sudden movement making her groan as she is unaccustomed to feeling anything inside her anus. The man grips her hair, jerking it back hard. “Oh don’t worry cunt, this’ll feel like heaven compared to what’s going to go in there later tonight.”
She grits her teeth, trying to look at the man with dark eyes, but has difficulty concentrating on things besides what currently penetrates her. As he lets go of her he grabs her breasts, fondling both, suckling on them and begins to thrust into her, slowly at first, gyrating his hips as he moves inside her bowels. He squeezes her breasts, pushing the ends out and suckles on the tips, teeth clamping down on the buds of her nipples and biting down, pulling them straight and letting go only to go and suckle on the opposing nipple.
Clare moans, a light drool coming out of her throat. “Bitch is starting to enjoy it,” says one man. “Better get her working on the other end then.”
A man with a gruff hand grips her throat, pulling her head back, his fingers digging into her neck, squeezing the air pipe while with his other hand he undoes his buckle. “We’re going to put those white slut lips of yours to good use witch!”
He pops out his phallus, a large thick thing covered in hairs. Clare looks at it with quivering eyes, her mouth gasping for air. The man above her laughs, positioning the phallus against her lower lip. He runs it down over her large lip, looking down at her. “You want this down your throat cunt? Feel it clogging your pipes?”
All she answers is a chocked gasp. “Ggkkk–kkk...”
“Good enough for me,” says the man, and thrust his member at once into her mouth. It is large, larger then the old man’s and nearly clogs her windpipe in one go. She struggles against it, twisting. But the man keeps a tight hold on her, pulling out half way slowly and then thrusting back, his ball sack pushing against her nostrils, clogging them with his hairs. He holds her there, chocking while the rat man slobbers over her breast, slowly moving in her anus.
The rat man pulls away, smiling. “Well, I think I better get to work a little more on ‘er.”
“You bet your ass you do,” says the man. “We still all want our turns too!”
“Fair enough,” says the ratty man. He leans towards Clare’s ear and whispers, “It’s about to get rough.”
She is gagging, her head becoming lightheaded, unable to breathe, feeling thick fingers squeezing her neck. So it is a surprise to her when she feels the man’s phallus slam into her anus and make her down the phallus in her mouth even more deeply. She coughs, the drool spilling out of the sides of her mouth over her cheeks and eyes as she feels the pain of it sudden and quick. “Ah... that was nice Joe!” says the large man. “Make her do that more.”
“Sure thing Vince,” says the thin man who begins to thrust into her rapidly. Clare gags, struggling for air, her lungs burning, sucking in and out from the small gaps of her nose but rather then getting air she gets hairs clogging her nostrils while something else slams her anus. Can’t breathe, she thinks. Can’t breathe!
Her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head, her brain deprived of its life giving oxygen. The men laugh, chuckling above her. “Looks like the little cunt is having trouble breathing!”
“Yeah...” says the other man. “Loving how she’s squeezing my cock because of it.”
“Yeah,” says the large man. “Let’s make her work for her air, shall we?”
He puts his other meaty hand on Clare’s neck, squeezing and begins to thrust in and out rapidly, jerking Clare’s head back and forth along his member, slapping his balls against her nose, her gagging reflexes in full swing, trying to push the thick member out and having little success.
Her eyes roll into her head, her body twitching, squeezing on both members as her conscious quickly fades. But the men don’t worry, watching as her body slumps down and goes limp. Instead they thrust more viciously into her, pounding her limp form hard with their large members.
The man above Clare is jerking her down further, twisting her back in a very uncomfortable position, her bones starting to grind as he thrust into her over and over, her hair swinging back and forth, breasts slapping against her chest as he does so. Her eyes have shut, darkness having taken her. But the men are oblivious to it, simply feeling the twitching of her body until their seeds spill.
The man above her squeezes tight, giving some quick jerks, crushing her windpipe with his large hands as he thrust into her, cutting off any chance of oxygen she has opportunity to gain and thrusting into her hard. His seed spills into her mouth in an explosion of cum and fluid, spilling out the sides of her cheeks and out her nose, clogging her senses fully.
Slowly the man pulls out, slowly lightening his grip on her throat. Clare breathes softly, the breathing low and labored. “Such a dirty whore,” the man whispers, pulling his phallus out fully and wiping the remainder of his cum over her neck and against her hair. The cum inside her mouth spills out onto her nose, her mouth twitching, cum dribbling down her face.
He releases her and the other man continues to pound away at her orifices, her breasts flopping as he does so. Her body is fully limp, all sense gone from her.
The rat man pulls her against him, her head lolling over his shoulder, a thin trail of drool flowing out of her lips along with the cum. He pounds into her hips rapidly, her hips slapping against him as her anus is violated with vicious force. “Gonna’ cum! Gonna cum!” says the man.
“Well,” says another man. “Better not let the girl rest here.”
With Clare’s body limp another man takes her head and pushes his penis through her lips, finding no resistance now that consciousness has been driven from her. Slowly he pushes in and out of her, gaining friction while rubbing her cheeks.
Her lips and mouth are numb, her nose clogged by cum. Only a part of her registers anything is happening, or a violation is taking place. Only a part of her remains living. ...

“Yesss... yess...” says a voice. Clare seems to watch herself as beyond it all, outside herself, still feeling a burning in her throat and anus. She feels her throat, watching as her body takes in the phallus set before it that now begins to pound against her face with rough brutal force.
It feels to her as if she is chocking, as if she can’t breathe. Part of her knows she is dying, but she can’t fight it.
The sounds of the men’s grunting, the thrusting against her body, even the pain seems to recede and Clare lowers her hands, the air starting to feel less important to her as her form begins to leave her body, her soul hovering over it, simply watching but still feeling. She feels an overwhelming sadness, wondering what her friends will think at her departure. Wondering why she never returned.
“Oh... but we may enjoy them too...” says a slimy voice behind her. She doesn’t have time to register it before the tendrils are upon her, shoving into both her bodies clogged orifices, taking the place of the phallus inside her and bringing sudden sensations of pain to her.
Her legs are stretched wide, the tentacle probing her anus and slamming inside, making her body scream but at once choking on the phallus pounding into its front end. Clare stares wide eyed, her spirit feeling heavier with pressure.
The creature whispers against her mind, “no.... I will not let you die so easily woman. I would much rather you suffer longer.... Come ... your body awaits....”
And Clare feels her soul, once freed of its pain now sinking back into its depths, caged by its body and feeling renewed sensations of pain and agony, the weight of her body dragging her back into a storm of agony and hell.

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