[darkstalker]

alright, the final part for the current gang bang before clare is dragged into town for new torture and humiliation. so guys, any suggestions of what you want to see happen to her? i'm all ears. If i like the idea i may use in the next part.

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The rat faced man turns her limp body around, holding her by one arm as the other man continues to push her face forwards and backwards, mouth fucking her. The woman has lost all her senses, but the rat doesn’t care, having slipped out his penis from her orifice with a pop. It is wet and slimy and he rubs the length which is now hard and stiff.
“Bitch makes a good fuck even when she’s limp like a rag doll,” he says.
“You said it Sal,” says the other man, pushing in and out of her mouth. Sal positions the head of his penis at her entrance way and begins to push it in, groaning as he does so. He can already feel the precum leaking out of the head and knows he won’t last much longer inside the woman’s tight orifices. Not that it matters to him.
Gripping her other arm he begins to slide in and out, slowly at first, feeling his penis warm, his balls already radiating with an intense heat. He gains momentum after a few minutes, quickly slapping against her vagina and wet hole, the blood still leaking out from all the burns she’d received from the torches.
In and out he goes, pumping against her rapidly. His hips slap against her own, slamming against her with a great force.

The other man begins to thrust himself more quickly, feeling the woman’s lips start to quiver, life returning to her numb lips. “Looks like the master won’t let you off so easily,” he says. “Shame for you. You’re just in for a world of pain here.”
And he begins to fuck her in earnest, both men pumping against the woman with twin beats against both her mouth and pussy, slamming into her repeatedly. Her breasts sway to and fro, slapping against her chest, the hard ends seeming all the sharper in the cold night.
Soon the rat man feels himself heat and he spills his seed into her warm body, ejaculating several loads into her womb as he does so, his nails digging into her hips as his back arches and he lets out a great heaving groan. A few quick thrust to finish spilling what little of his seed remains and he slips out of her. The moisture from both her blood and her now lubricated hole making the exit simple and sweet.
He walks away as the other man continues to thrust into her mouth, laying her back down on the floor, thrusting in as deep as he can, feeling her petite throat squeezing around his member, a gagging sound coming from her.

Clare for her own part begins to feel the shape of her body, the weight of it, and all the pains that come with living, including the inability to breathe. She can feel the thick phallus ramming itself down her throat, pushing itself down so far she can’t help but choke.
Her body can not breathe and yet it won’t let go of her, or something keeps pushing her back into the still form, something heavy and malevolent. She can barely move, but the pain races through her like an intense fire that rips through her body making everything scream in agony. Her eyes twitch in response to what is happening, her fingers quivering on the floor beneath her.

The man grips the woman’s hair, feeling the life inside her. “Trying to hide from me, are you? I know you’re in there slut.”
He pushes her face against him, pushing her lips up against his hairy cock, his sweaty stomach heaving. He holds her there for a time, enjoying the feel of her lips which twitch, watching as her eyes begin to flutter, the coughing choking sounds of life coming back to her. He smiles and begins to slam into her, thrusting in and out with a violent ferocity. He slaps his hips against her face as if her very mouth were a wet cunt wanting to be fucked. Viciously he thrust against her, using each thrust to try and damage her fragile throat. Finally he slams her chin against his scrotum, feeling how his penis is curled in her throat, the woman starting to struggle slowly, gagging and coughing against him, the hairs of his stomach stuffing her nose, suffocating her. And still the master won’t let her go and die.
Slowly he withdraws from her. As his member slips out her eyes open wide, a fit of coughing taking hold of her.
He laughs, slapping her face repeatedly. But she doesn’t pay attention, instead more focused on gathering air.
The man smiles and grips her nose between two fingers, squeezing it shut, making her struggle and pushes his penis back down her throat in its most painful position, holding her there, and begins to thrust, her eyes wide now, her body fully awake and fighting against him. He smiles, enjoying how the woman struggles beneath him. A whore to be broken and whipped.

Clare struggles for air, the man’s thick member too thick around and sliding back and forth in her throat viciously, not letting her have any room, any way to breathe. By instinct she is trying to open her mouth wider, trying to accommodate the great girth of it in her throat and get some of the life giving air down into her lungs. But all there is inside is the burning fire, her lungs screaming for their life giving oxygen.
Worse yet is the fact that the man has plugged her nose, not giving her chance to breathe through that orifice either. She is choking, feeling that large thick member slide in and out of her throat, slamming against the back of it and opening it further, tearing it, her throat reflexively squeezing around the great member and still she isn’t getting any air. Getting any room to breathe.
Her eyes are rolling into the back of her, her feet kicking out from beneath the man, shoulders swiveling back and forth, scraping against the sharp stones. Her heart beats a steady thrum, the man’s voice seeming distant and close at once. Her throat is choking but still she can’t die.
Can’t because she isn’t allowed to. The creature she feels around her, pressing its tendril into her mouth and keeping her soul down, pressed into the warm flesh of her body, keeping her inside. She can feel every agony, hear every humiliation and can not even die to resist.

The man laughs, feeling her choke. Enjoys how her throat squeezes around his cock, squeezing the juices out of it. It makes him slam into her faster until he no longer holds her nose, instead holding the sides of her head as he slams into her.
He barely notes when someone else has gripped her legs, spread them wide and slammed his shaft down into her bloody hole. “Gods, she’s tight,” yells the man behind him. “Keep it up Vince! The bitch tightens up each time you slam into her.”
Vince slows, his fingers plugging the girl’s nose again as he holds his cock there. “God yeah!” says Jarod, his hips slamming into the woman with wild abandon. His large double chin wobbles and a slight bit of drool comes down from his lips.
Vince smiles, returning to the woman, leaning down, watching her quiver and choke, her body smacking against the stones as her body is thrust from below. “Don’t worry bitch,” he whispers. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”
He holds her nose, getting himself on his knees, tilting his body weight and begins to ram his engorged member down into her neck again, pushing in and out with a violent abandon and ferocity.

For Clare it is hell. Pure and simple. She can’t breathe, the pain at her throat and nose an intense agony she can barely conceive. Her back and neck tilt, arching in such a way as to try to relieve some pressure and still it does no good. The man above her continues to plow into her with abandon, not caring how he is hurting her.
No... Clare thinks, drool sloshing from the sides of her mouth and down the length of her slender throat. Not that he doesn’t care, but that he wants her to hurt, wants her to feel pain.
It is all the worse for realizing this. How it is that humans can be so violent and hurt each other in this way... hurt her... why? Why is she being victimized like this?
Her thoughts are cut off as the man pushes his penis further in, trying almost to split her jaws apart as he pushes against her.

“Yeah,” says Vince, holding his girth pressed as far and hard as he can against the girl, his member starting to quiver, its thick sack twitching against the back of her throat. He can feel how tight she is in there, how very sore she is. The very thought that under other situations this should kill her turns him on, makes him hotter.
He can feel himself twitching, the heat rising and starts to withdraw, feeling how soft her lips are, curling around his shaft, and slams back. Saliva coats his testicles, running down the girl’s chin and throat, his penis bulging at its sides. He smiles, sliding it out slowly, feeling her tongue quivering and dancing over his underside and he gives in, pushing down against her, almost pressing the weight of his girth down into her, against her small skull.
Each twitch and spasm fills her mouth with seed and he holds her coughing form against him. He keeps her there, choking and gagging, shaking and doesn’t push back from her until her shaking stops.
Slowly he slides his member out from her lips, a thick trail of saliva and cum still joining the end of his twitching penis with her soft pink lips. Her head falls back, a trail of drool and cum leaking out the ends.
“Already a broken whore,” he says, and slaps her against the face, hard. She doesn’t make a sound, barely flinches.
He places her back against the ground slowly, almost gently, rubbing the stubble of his face against her dirty skin.
“Mm.... you smell good bitch. Covered in my manhood.” He feels her shiver beneath him and smiles. “Yes, very good,” he says, trailing his hand down her stomach, his fingers playing on the skin. “I’ll come back for more of you tomorrow.”
He can feel her shiver and he leans away, smiling. “She’s all yours Jarod.”
Jarod isn’t paying attention though, still slamming his girth into the woman’s dead form. Vince turns away, shaking his head. She is in for far more. But for now this will do.

Clare is shivering, feeling the agony in her hips and feeling a sharp chill between her legs. A chill that was formerly at her mouth. She can see it, a form that touches her more intimately then the man between her legs. A form, a creature with several hundred tentacles, all trailing and moving across the skin of her inner self and she shivers. Shivers for once from true fear....

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