Helen Cornered

[Kolt48]

Here is the story written for my friend Treatlikemeat

Helen was doing some work in her yard. She wore her usual, jeans and ankle high, black riding boots. Never much for bras; her thick nipples stuck out beneath her white pullover shirt and camisole. The material clung to the rounded curves of her breasts. She wore a large brim, gardening hat over her short, bleach-blond hair, to protect her pale skin from the afternoon sun's rays.

Helen was trying to enjoy her day, but loud music and cursing coming from the tract behind her house, was ruining it for her. A gang of youths had taken over the vacant area behind her home. They were continuing to get on her last nerve. At times she could smell the aroma of marijuana that drifted through the air. Back in the day, she had done her fair share, but this was different. These were 18 to 21 year old punks, that had no feelings for anyone else. They would always be low-lifes and never hold a decent job.

Finally she had had enough. She put down her cultivator and hat, brushing off her jeans.

'I'm going to give those Chavs a piece of my mind,' she told herself.

She stomped her feet and stormed off in the direction of the gang. The gaggle of boys and girls were sitting on hay bales, that they had drug from an adjacent old barn. There must have been 6 or 8 of them. A radio blared out some awful tune from its position atop a hay bale. As she strode into their midst, they looked up at her with the haughty arrogance of youth.

"You kids need to take your radio and leave this property before I call the law. You have no business here. This is a quite neighborhood, and we like to keep it that way," she stated.

A black haired girl, sitting astride a young man's lap, took a draw from her blunt, and looked up at Helen with disdain.

"Oh yea, who's we, Bitch?" she replied.

Several members of the gang stood up, anxious for a little excitement. They eyed Helen up and down; sizing her up. Their attention was easily drawn to the hard nubs of her nipples.

"Myself and the neighbors," She responded in defiance.

The girl stood up, walking over to Helen.

"I don't see any neighbors. Only some bleach-blond Cunt with hard nipples," the girl said with a laugh.

The rest of the gang responded, laughing in turn.

Helen did not notice the larger boy. He had left his seat to slip up behind her. She was loosing her patience with these punks.

"As I said, 'You leave now, and I won't call the law.', "

"Oh, I don't think you are calling anyone, Bitch," the girl remarked. She dropped her blunt and reached up, cruelly tweaking Helen's nipples while pushing her back.

Helen's back brushed up against the chest of the boy behind her. Now, she was getting frightened. In her blind anger, she had failed to assess the situation first. A woman alone, surrounded by a drugged up, gang of rebellious youths, was not the position to put yourself in. Frantically, she began to think of a way to talk herself out. In the meantime, her eyes darted back and forth, seeking a route of escape.

"Look,' Helen said, 'I seem to have come off the wrong way. If you will just turn the radio down a bit; I'll go back to my house and leave you alone."

The boy behind her, dug his fingers into her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. She could feel the throb of his young cock through the denim of her jeans.

"Oh, you'll come off just right," he said.

The gang of 6 or 8 had somehow grown to 12, as they surrounded her. Her body was being pushed towards the empty barn.

"Look, you Guys, just let me go home. You don't want to do this," she pleaded.

"Do what?" the boy said in mock innocence, while thrusting his crotch against her ass.

Before she could do anything, Helen found herself pushed into the empty barn. The large doors were shut behind her and a metal bar slid into the slots, locking it from inside. The large boy released her, and she turned, facing the black haired girl from before.

"Not so tough now, are you Bitch?" the girl said. "How about it boys? You want to take her down a notch?"

The surrounding boys grumbled with excitement while rubbing their crotches. The girl gave Helen a hard shove, and she went sprawling back into the large one's arms. Snatching her wrists, he pinned them behind her back with one hand.

"Throw me some of that twine," he commanded.

He caught the tossed twine and used it to secure her trapped wrists. Her struggles were useless against his strength. His hand then pulled her hair back, causing her chest to thrust up and out. Another young man approached, licking his lips at the pert nipples poking through her shirt. A long blade was produced, which he twirled before her terrified eyes.

"Let's see what your hiding in there," he said.

The sharp blade dipped into the neck of her Camisole and shirt, with a loud rip, it was sliced down the center. Her pale naked breasts fell out to the lustful gaze of her onlookers. Putting the knife away, the young man's fingers wrapped around the skin of her exposed tit flesh. He squeezed it, watching the thick nipple swell and throb with blood.

"Stop it ,you Asshole! that fucking hurts!" she yelled.

"I'll show you what hurts," he said, immediately unbuckling his belt, and slipping if from his shorts. The shorts fell to his feet, leaving him in a colorful pair of boxer shorts; an apparent bulge at the crotch. He could have cared less. The belt was doubled over before he sent the leather crashing down across her heaving breasts.

"Ahhh!" she screamed.

The one behind her, bent her body farther back, presenting her tits for another blow.

She screamed again as the belt cruelly dug into her thick nipple, drawing blood. Again and again the belt swiped across her flesh, leaving her breasts crisscrossed with red stripes.

"Please, please, stop, " she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You sorry now, Bitch?" the girl asked.

"Yes...yes..I...I am sorry," Helen sobbed.

"Then tell him, you will suck his cock," the girl said.

"I will not...Aghh!" she yelled, as the belt lashed once more across her swollen nipples.

"Ok...Ok" she reluctantly spat out.

Pressure was put on her shoulder blades until her knees dropped to the hard dirt floor. She found herself looking up into the mushroom head of the young man's stiff cock.

"Please," she once again pleaded.

"You mean, Please let me suck your cock," the girl added.

Helen could not believe the words were coming from her own lips; "Please, please let me suck your cock," she repeated.

The man took his long cock and bounced it off her nose.

"Open up," he said.

She partly opened her mouth, and he popped his shaft over her nose.

"Wider," he scolded.

She couldn't reach his bobbing shaft with her arms tied, so she had to reach out and catch it with her open mouth.

"Don't just hold it there,' someone said, 'Bob your head. Suck that cock."

Helen could hardly see the crowd from the tears that burned her eyes, but she knew they were there. Their taunts filled her with shame. The long cock dripped its vile pre-cum over her tongue, where it trickled down her throat and filled her cheeks with cum flavored drool. She could hear the horrible sound of her lips sloshing up and down the hard pole.

The black haired girl walked over, standing beside them. She placed one hand on the back of Helen's head and her other on the young man's ass. "Come on, Billy, make her choke on it." she said. Pushing with both of her hands she mashed the two together, forcing the long stiff cock down, past the back of Helen's throat.

Helen's gag reflex kicked in and a gush of drool came pouring from her lips. It ran from the cock in sticky strands and splashed over her belt striped tits.

One by one the gang began to undress, some fondling each other as they watched. A large breasted, naked blond sat down on a nearby haystack.

"Bring her here,' she told the men, 'Put her on her back, over my knees."

They did just that, letting Helen's head drop back, over the girls thigh and off the hay bale.

"I see what you mean," the man said and thrust his shaft back into her open mouth.

Now he could fuck her face good and hard; His cock reaching deep into her gullet. The blond girl held Helen's thrashing body and viciously slapped her abused breasts. The black haired girl and another young man began pulling at her riding boots and white socks. They tossed them on the dirt floor of the barn. Another knife was produced and the remains of her shirts were shredded and pulled away from her white skin.

"Look at that,' the blond first noticed, 'she's got some hairy armpits"

"Maybe she wants to be a man, and get fucked in the ass," the other girl stated.

"Is that right?' the blond asked Helen, 'You want to get fucked in the ass?"

Helen had heard the horrid words but could only gag beneath the thick cock. She started to speak as the shaft withdrew from her mouth, but it was stuffed right back in. This time, it exploded. The thick mass of hot cum filled her throat, shooting straight down her tender esophagus. She coughed and belched, sending copious amounts of cum out from around the pulsing cock, to pour down her face and into her eyes and nose.

"Your a sloppy cock sucker, aren't you Bitch?" the blond asked. She glanced up at the others. "Someone help me hold her, and get these jeans off. The Slut wants to be fucked in the ass."

The larger young man straddled Helen's face. His ass pushing into her face, while his thick cock, slapped between her breasts. He held her tightly to the blonde's naked thighs. Helen could feel the girls damp bush beneath her fingers and smell the pungent aroma of the boy's asshole. She was powerless as the jeans were tugged off her kicking legs, leaving her body clad in only her plain, red panties. Helen had a very hairy cunt, so many of her unruly hairs were already peaking out from the red waistband of her panties. The blond girl's hand disappeared beneath the material and clutched at the rough curls.

"Hey Guys, get these panties off. You should see this. The Bitch has one thick-ass bush."

They did not even bother with slipping the panties down her thighs. They were ripped right off, leaving deep red marks on her hips.

"No! Oh God, no!" she screamed, kicking and scissoring her legs.

"Whew,' one of them whistled, 'Look at that patch."

"Is there a cunt behind that?" someone else chimed in.

"Here it is," the blond said, digging her fingers through the mass of curls, then thrusting two fingers into Helen's slit. Helen kicked harder. "Oh you like that, Huh, Slut?

"Hold her legs apart... Wide, like that," the black haired girl ordered.

A dark skinned boy of about 18 or 19 ran over. He was carrying a white plastic container.

"Look what I found,' he said excitingly tossing it to the girl, 'Fist her, Suzie."

"Horse liniment,' the girl read, 'Excellent."

She dipped her fist into the container, then spread more of the white goop up her arm.

"Here's where you pay, Cunt."

Looking up, Helen could only see the round rose of the asshole in her face, but she felt the burn of the liniment and the stretch of her cunt around the young girl's hand. Three fingers became four, that became a tight fist, that battered the walls of her cunt, painfully slamming into her cervix.

"Ah...What are you...Aghhh...St...St...stop!" she cried, panting for breath.

Suzie's whole forearm had disappeared into the thick bush of Helen's cunt. As she was being fisted, the ass rolled back and forth over her face, her tits being pressed against the throbbing cock. With a cry from above, she felt the hot splash of cum over her breasts and abdomen. After that, the fist was pulled from her cunt with a loud 'slop' sound.

Helen's pussy hurt so bad, she could barely close her thighs.

The girl under her moved, and Helen was tied belly down over two stacks of hay. The rough hay stung her belly and scratched over the thick hairs of her cunt. Her legs were spread apart and tied to the bottom twines of the hay stacks. The black haired girl stuck her fingers back into the liniment and began lathering it over Helen's tight anal ring.

"Now, about that ass fuck, Bitch," she said.