[darkstalker]

Marcos stares at the two men, not quite believing what he is hearing, and yet, the video evidence is right before him, on the TV screen, no less. The acts of depravity from that first day of brutality being played out before him as he watches the one named “Dave” on the screen pounding his dick into the Asian girl’s asshole. The man doesn’t even have a mask on. It’s clearly recognizable who it is who is performing the acts and Marcos looks towards the man himself who gives him a sly smile.
They are being honest about all this shit, Marcos realizes. Kidnaping women and taking them to remote locations so they can be used and abused. It makes him kinda queasy and he isn’t sure if he really does want to go through with these acts. Carlos, on the other hand; is of a different mind set altogether.
Marcos can tell his brother is really getting into the video tapes, how his crotch is most notably pushing up against his trousers like some vile snake. It makes Marcos want to puke really, but his brother is oblivious to his feelings, simply talking to the cops as if they were all buddy-buddy like.
Carlos leans forward, eyes big, hands gripping the edges of his seat with nails clawing into it. “So did you really just leave that fine piece of ass like that? Just left her hanging?”
Dave grins, leaning back. “Of course. But not for long...”
The story begins to weave its web once more and Marcos feels himself drawn into the tale the same way his brother is, with the large one simply watching on.....

Dave tosses and turns in his bed, the sheets twisting in his legs, sweat running down his face. He turns around, looking up towards the ceiling and stares, arms spread wide. After what feels like several minutes of simply waiting, he curses and flips out of bed, tossing out his clothes and putting them on hurriedly in the dark, lacing and buttoning himself up quickly.
He can hear Doug in the other room, snoring soundly, and he wonders... how? How can he sleep so soundly when they have that piece of nice Asian meat held at the warehouse just waiting to be plowed into over and over? He feels his fingers on his shaft already, pulling and jerking at his member and he rips his hand out from his pants, staring at it momentarily before stuffing it in his pant’s pocket and stomping over to the dresser, grabbing the keys.
He’s out the door without Doug having broken his thick slumber, the banging of the door probably barely the squeak of a mouse in that man’s ear. Besides, he thinks as he hurries down the stairs and heads to his personal vehicle, the man still has an early morning shift to do and he can’t allow himself to be occupied by sweet honey, unlike himself. Grinning, he revs the engine and pulls out with a squeal of tires, heading out into the street. He on the other hand, has all day to play with the sweet little doll and he’s going to make the most of it.

The door opens with a squeal and he steps in, looking at the girl dangling from the ceiling, the shadows masking her body in their ethereal light, arms held above her. She lifts her head slowly, looking at him with dark eyes. She probably hasn’t slept a wink, he thinks. She isn’t begging to be let go anymore either, he realizes. She simply follows his movements with her gaze, as if half dead or waiting to be hit.
He grunts and switches on the lights to the old generator, the lights coming on with heavy thuds, lights running the gamut of the room until they finally shine over the Asian. She winces as they come on, turning away from their glare. He walks over to her, running a finger across her cheek, sliding it slowly, feeling as she shivers beneath his touch. There are purple bags under her eyes, confirming his suspicion that she hasn’t slept. Too bad for her. He leans down, inhaling a deep breath and turns away suddenly, nearly gagging. Oh yeah, he remembers, Doug pissed all over her. She stinks like shit.
He stomps over to the hose attached to the right wall and turns the nozzle after yanking the coil of hose off, the machine grinding in protest as it squeals to life. The woman stares, her eyes going wide, her mouth parting but no sound coming out. He’ll change that soon enough, the foul smelling bitch.
He walks over to her, lifting the heavy hose, aiming it at the girl who is shaking her head, her eyes wide like saucers. “N-no....” she whispers. “Don’t.”
“Sorry piggy,” he says, “but you need your bath. You stink like fucking hell. No way I’m sticking my pecker in something that smells this bad.”
He flips the knob on the nozzle and a current of water explodes from the front end, hitting the girl at full force, right in the face. She screams, shrieking, legs kicking out and chains twisting above her head. He runs the water over the whole of her body, drenching her in the cool liquid. Though he enjoys seeing her writhe, he quickly shuts the water off after dousing her. Tossing the hose aside, he walks over to the now shivering woman, dripping wet as water slides down her nice yellow curves, the clothes she still has on sticking wetly to her skin, showing off her body even further, giving him an even harder stiffy.
He feels an immense pleasure within his body and tilts up her chin as he looks down into her eyes with a deep seeded malevolence. “Alright whore,” he says, “we’re going to put that mouth of yours to a different use now. Ever sucked a man’s cock off?”
She shakes her head, shivering. “No. Please.... don’t make me...”
He slaps her across the face, the sound resounding in the cold room. “Sorry,” he says, crushing her cheeks together. “But “please, no” doesn’t really work for me. I already fucked you once before when you were begging, remember?” Her eyes squeeze tight, tears running down her cheeks. Much better, he thinks.
He looks her over. At her pitiful brown eyes and crushed cheeks. At her hair which is a sticky wet mess over her face and how her breasts heave up and down, pushing against the thin fabric of her bra, the nipples pushing against the black fabric. At one time he wouldn’t have had the desires he now has. But after what he’s done, all he can think of, is that he wants more.
He finds his right hand dipping beneath her bra, massaging her breast, feeling the nice size of her meat filling his hand, the nipple feeling hard and squishy all at once. He pinches it between two untrimmed nails, twisting it in his fingers, making the girl moan pitifully. He leans down and kisses her forcibly, feeling the insides of her mouth and how tasty she feels, her tongue trying to dart back into her mouth while he pushes back against it, then he pulls back after a brief game of tongue tag. “Alright slut,” he says, “that’s enough foreplay. Let’s get down to the down and dirty.”
He pulls out the open mouth gag from his jacket pocket, extending it before the girl so she can view it fully. She shakes her head rapidly, begging with her continued pleas of “please, no.” Slowly, he pushes it against her face, pushing it between her lips and pulling the bindings tight behind her head, ignoring her pleas. He hears her already gagging, straining against the gag, tongue lolling out as she tries to push the material away with little effect. He steps back to admire his handiwork and grins. With what little garments she has left and the gag now added to her image she really does look the part of a whore. Well then, he thinks, time to put this whore to work.

He lowers the chain so the girl is on her knees. The chain makes a loud ruckus as it unfurls its length and the girl hits the floor with a thud, a shrieking noise coming from her lips as she hits. Dave walks over to her, hands on hips, that smile etched on his lips.
“Well,” he says, “shall we get started?”
The girl shakes her head, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to refuse him. It’s unfortunate, he thinks, that she really doesn’t have a choice. He unbuckles his belt, slipping his slacks off and tosses them over to his left. No reason to have them getting in the way of his fun, after all, is there?
He grins down at the girl, gripping the back of her head and jerking her head back. “Now, I guess, normally, we could start this slow. You know, work our way up so that you can be more ready for deep throating and all that. Problem is... I never was one for patience really. So you’ll have to bear with me.”
Without further notice, he slams his cock deep into the girl’s mouth, pushing it back into her throat so that she is gagging, her muscles instantly squeezing around his member as if wanting to milk him. Like a tight cunt, he thinks.
He pulls out, letting the girl cough, spit and drool spilling from her lips as she wretches. After a few seconds of watching this, he slams his member back in, pushing it to the back of her throat so that she is forced to battle against his member anew, her gagging reflex once more pulling at his member so deliciously that he holds it there for several seconds before pulling out part way. This time though, he pushes back in without pulling it out all the way, once more feeling how her throat hugs his member before pulling out and then repeating the process. He does this several more times before he grows accustomed to the tightness and begins pumping his hips into her face, thrusting in and out with relentless force, beating against her lips ruthlessly. The girl makes strained choking noises as he grips her head, thrusting his hips against her, his member growing harder and larger in her mouth, making it harder for her to breathe properly. It is not much longer before he feels his seed coming up and he grips the girl’s head, slamming it down against his crotch so that his crotch hair is jabbing into the membranes of her nose, her struggling making her throat all the tighter. It brings him to climax, his seed spilling into her mouth, choked down by her reflexes. Slowly he pulls out, enjoying the look of defeat and despair on the woman’s face, the tears running wet down her cheeks.
He chuckles. “That’s only the beginning,” he says. “What more should we do?” The girl wails in misery bringing Dave a dark pleasure deep within.

Dave lowers the chain more, bringing the girl fully to the floor so she can effectively lay down, though she chooses to remain sitting on her knees, legs bent. He’s okay with that, he thinks as he looks her over, that nice chest heaving with cold sweat, face covered in a sticky matt of hair. She looks at him with fear in her eyes, body shivering. Well time to give him something to really worry over, he muses to himself.
He strides over behind her and jerks her legs back, spreading her out in such a way that her face is effectively planted on the floor and then he lays himself atop her, pushing his weight on her.
“You know,” he says, running his hands over her bubbly ass cheeks, “I really love how your ass felt earlier today...”
He pushes his finger into her anus, forcing it inside so the girl throws back her head and screams. It’s a choked off sound with the ring gag still inside her mouth but it’s a tormented sound none the less. “I really liked the feel of it,” he says, twisting his finger inside, enjoying how the girl squirms, her anus gripping his finger as if it wants to rip his digit off. “I liked how it hugged my dick like a glove,” he says. He pulls on his finger, pulling it like a hook inside her anus which elicits a squeal type of cry from her lips. “And I want to feel that again!”
The girl lays down with her face pressed against the ground and begins to sob, feeling dejected and abused and unsure wether anything worse can really happen to her. Whereas Dave contents himself with looking over her ass, spreading her cheeks wide and looking at how her anus quivers, a deep rich color still pulsing beneath him, just wanting to be savored and taken.
His dick already quivers in anticipation, his member pulsing, becoming stiff with precum already starting to dribble over the top. He’s cum already and yet he can feel himself getting hard once more. Well hell, he’s more an ass-man anyways.
He positions himself over the girl’s round cheeks, holding his dick out, aiming it like a needle and with one hand pressing down on her back so the Asian can’t squirm too much, he begins pushing down into her anus with his member. The girl screams, beating her legs and trying to squirm about, but overall not moving all that much with his hand planted on her back as it is. Not enough at least, to dislodge him.
His member finds its way into her warm hole, sinking in deeper and deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He groans, enjoying how her anus grabs at him like a glove, still so tight even after the earlier fucking he gave her, reaming her as he did. But despite that, it still grips him as if it were a virgin hole and he groans in ecstacy, his dick heating up. As he eases himself inside, his member quivering, he thinks that it’s good he used her mouth before hand. Otherwise he’d be cumming into her ass already, and that just wouldn’t do. Not at all.
He doesn’t stop pushing into her body until he’s all the way in, the hairs of his crotch scratching at the skin of her rectum. Once he’s all the way in, he holds himself there, feeling as her anus tightens around his member, enjoying how it pulls at his shaft. It is like pure ecstacy. He shuts his eyes, savoring the feel and how her anus pulses around his member.
After enjoying this for a time he pulls out part way and comes down on her with a slap. Then out and in again. Out. And in. Repeating the motion until he is beating against her ass cheeks, hammering away at them with vigor, the girl crying loudly beneath him as his body slaps away at her. He doesn’t care. Not anymore. Now he’s just enjoying that tight feel and wondering why it took so long for him to get into raping these whores? Sure, they don’t want it, but it feels so damned good, why should he care? He doesn’t, he realizes, and thuds against the Asian’s body to sound the point in his own mind.
He beats against her body, the rhythmic slapping sounding in his ears, hearing as her cries are interrupted by repetitive grunts as he hits her hips against the floor repeatedly. Her ass cheeks squeeze his member, milking it, warming his already heated desires further until finally he finds himself cumming deep inside her warm insides. He buries himself all the way in, feeling as the girl tenses while her body takes in his seed. It really is too wonderful to describe how it feels, he thinks.
Slowly, he pulls out, her anal canal seeming resistant to let go. His member slides out painfully as that tight passage pulls yet more at his phallus until finally it comes out with a pop, a trail of slime made of cum and blood still connecting his member to her anus. He laughs and whispers, “alright, time to clean up then.”

Dave slaps her delicious rear one time with his right hand, enjoying the loud smack sound it makes and how the muscle jiggles with the blow. He does it a second time for good measure, enjoying that movement and watches as her anus slowly drips cum and blood, the entry twitching sporadically.
He stands up, feeling how wet his member is, dripping all over the floor and walks over to the head of the Asian girl who lays still, with her face pressed against the hard floor, her shoulders shuddering as she sobs quietly. Dave scratches at his scalp and leans down, grabbing a handful of the Asian’s hair. She cries out as he lifts her bodily, waving his dirty member before her.
“Who said we were done here, you little gook bitch?,” he growls. “You don’t rest until I say you’re done.”
She answers with a sob, her chest heaving up and down with the racking noises she makes. Dave spits to the side, feeling little to any sense of compassion or pity for the woman. Now he looks down at her, the mess that is her face and that large formidable bosom held snugly in her black bra and thinks, she’s just a fuck. A piece of meat to lay into when he feels the need. And he feels that need now.
With his free hand, he grips her face beneath the chin, tilting her head up to his manhood and shoves his member in through the ring gag, making the woman taste all the blood and cum still covering his phallus. He pushes his member all the way down her throat, enjoying how her neck squeezes tight around it, bearing down on it. “Yeah...” he groans, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. “That’s the stuff.”
He punches against her face, thrusting with some quick jabs before he starts going back and forth with greater urgency. He grips the sides of her head, grabbing handfuls of hair and begins to face fuck her in greater earnest. He hears her gag, feels as her tongue tries to push back against his member and it gets him all the more excited, making him thrust against her more, his member going in and out in a quick repetitive beat.
“Yeah...” he whispers. “Yeah...”
He feels as her throat still squeezes around his shaft, inadvertently licking it clean, her tongue like warm silk as it runs over his length. He thrust against her a few more times, feeling as he begins to grow hard again before pulling out, the woman coughing, spit and drool spilling from her lips. “Well...” he says. “At least you’re not vomiting.”
He waits for a moment as if waiting to see her prove him wrong. But as much as she sucks in deep breaths and coughs, no more than thick globs of saliva come out from the hole of her ring gag. Pity, he thinks. He’d have loved to force that vomit back down her throat.
He releases her hair, letting her head bang back against the floor, her forehead cracking against the hard stone. She whines, curling up into a fetal position, sobbing against that hard ground. Not worrying, he circles around her body, kicking her legs open again and plants himself down between them, his member finding its way into that twitching little hole between her ass cheeks. As he slides his member back in, the woman screams. He slips it back in, sliding it down to the hilt and holds it there, feeling as she squirms once more. He lets himself slip away, feeling the pleasure this woman brings him and briefly wonders what Doug is up to. Then he lets that thought fall away and pulls out only to begin pounding down with savage glee against the woman’s nice round buttocks. This, he thinks, is what it’s all about. Getting up in the morning and getting a good fuck from a hot bitch. Again, he thinks that he should have been doing this years ago rather than having waited so long and drills into the woman all the harder, enjoying how her body thumps against the floor, her voice crying out shrilly from behind the gag. Doug is sure missing out, he thinks as he continues to pound away at the woman, his mind filled with exhilaration and animal desire.

He beats against the woman’s ass, enjoying how she squeals beneath him, the sounds of her piteous cries music to his twisted mind. He pushes his weight against her, moving it harder, in and out, thrusting into her again and again, just letting himself take the moment in and feel the woman’s resistance as her anus tries to crush his member. He enjoys the slap, slap of his hips against her own, loving how her ass cheeks bounce against his weight, her voice grunting with each blow. Gradually it pulls at him and finally after several minutes, he feels his erection growing harder, stiffer, the tightness now starting to get to him. As her insides tug at his member, he wonders how he can prolong this or if he should? But he does not let himself dwell on the notion, the heat from his endeavors taking over so that he finds himself soon spilling his seed deep into her soft insides. He jerks against her body a few more times before pulling himself out so he can admire his handwork.
Her anus looks like a stretched out red smear, the cum dribbling out more profusely now as it’s his second go inside her. He allows himself to admire the yellow bronze tone of her skin and how her rear shivers deliciously beneath the light and gets an idea.
Going to the table he takes one of the crops, which has three wrapped rope ends and stretches it out, feeling its tenseness and how flexible it is. He smacks it lightly against his hand, wincing slightly as the leather bites down into his skin. Nice, he thinks.
He walks over to the prone woman, she still prostrated on the floor, legs spread, the cum running down between her ass cheeks. He nods, taps the crop lightly in his hand and raises it over his head, bringing it down suddenly across her ass cheeks.
The reaction is instantaneous as the woman scrabbles across the floor, her behind suddenly flaring with an unusual pain. He grins as she scrambles to get to her feet and he kicks her in the side, making her groan, hands pressing against her side. He plants his foot between her shoulder blades, pushing her down against the floor so she can’t move. “You’re not gonna’ move that delightful ass away from this spot,” he says. “It’s just rude to run off on people in the middle of their fun.”
The girl shrieks behind her gag, kicking her legs in a mimicry of a tantrum but otherwise remains where she is. Dave taps the crop lightly on his leg and bends down, running it lightly over the Asian’s bronze skin, letting her shiver and worry over when the crop will land and how hard the blow will be. He taps it lightly against her rear, enjoying how she jumps at this smallest of actions.
He stretches out the strap on the crop and grins. Now, for some real fun.

He raises the crop over that glistening gold rear, the one line from a few seconds ago still raw and red, pulsing vibrantly. It makes him smile so and he brings down the crop with a second blow, watching as the woman tenses and stretches out, bouncing on the floor as she screams, trying to kick away, a second beautiful red stripe appearing above the first. He simply allows himself to wait, keeping his boot pressed firmly between her shoulders until she’s calmed down. Then the switch comes down again, the blow making the girl dance anew as the red slash crossing her flesh brings her a new wave of pain. Then again. And again. Until her rear starts to become a bright red, the slashes now beginning to cross one another, adding to the intensity the girl must surely be feeling. As he brings the crop down again, he watches her, taking in how her body continues to bounce, the droplets of blood splashing up as the sweat now begins to run down her body in a profuse manner adding a smell to her that smells thickly of some barn with animals.
He grins and continues for several minutes until he feels himself growing hard again. Then he stops and walks over to her head, watching the girl sob on the floor, the tears coming in a constant stream now.
“Hey...” he says. The girl does not respond, instead hunching in on herself more. Annoyed, he grabs a handful of her hair and slaps her across the face hard. The sound echoes loudly in the room. “Hey!” he barks. “We’re not through yet! Now suck me off.”
He doesn’t bother with holding his penis before her, instead shoving it down into her throat once more so she begins to choke on it, her throat constricting around his member. Ahhh, he thinks, throwing his head back and gasping softly, already feeling the precum at the tip of his member. This is truly what it’s all about. A bitch at your feet while you face fuck her and then tear open her ass. It can’t get much better.
He grips the sides of her hair once more, enjoying her sounds of agony as he begins to thrust into her mouth, jabbing his cock in and out of her tight throat, hoping he’s ripping something inside there. Out of instinct she tries to push it out with her tongue, to little avail. He continues this for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching as the woman dry heaves and nearly coughs something up. He grins. A few more times of this and she’ll be puking all over the floor and that’ll add another level of fun he can enjoy.
For now though, he walks up behind her, kicking her legs wide open and pushes his dick back into her anus. She moans, her back arching as her rear has become more sensitive to the intrusion, her butt still raw from his lashing. It makes him all the harder and he spears his member inside of her, loving how the girl shrieks, arching her back to lessen the agony her backside feels. He rubs his cock inside her, feeling how tight her lovely anus is and how the blood and sweat run over his stomach and hips. It’s quite the pleasure, he thinks, and pulls out slowly only to come back in with a thud. He will repeat this several more times before Doug comes in to see the mess he’s created.