This story was written in Savage Violation by sveglio, a once prolific writer there. I showed him pictures of an absolutely gorgeous Indian girl I know who was also a total tease back in the day. The story is too good not to share. If you PM me, I will show you pics of the girl and the backstory. There is a partially written sequel as well.
INDIAN SUMMER
Nick loathed just about everything about frat parties, but he also knew that they were a great place to crash late on a weekend for some free beer and the occasional hookup with a drunk co-ed. It was a sultry night near the semester’s end and Nick’s original plan was to just have a couple beers and head home to study for finals.
But then he saw her…
He had seen her at other parties during the year and it was always her dance moves that first caught his eye. The way she raised her lean, bare arms high in the air while swaying her body to the music was mesmerizing. Slow beat or fast, she always put on a sexy show.
She always wore short, sleeveless dresses that showed off her killer legs, smooth shoulders, slender neck and flawless, light-mocha skin. On this night she had her long, silky black hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, highlighting her high forehead, slender oval face and expressive eyes. She had a largish, aquiline nose, but it suited her pretty face and added to her sexy, exotic look.
Nick knew a few other Indian girls in college but they were all the shy, studious type. This girl was a knockout and, judging from the way she danced so freely, she knew it. She definitely wasn’t shy either, as Nick often saw her getting up close & personal with a bunch of different guys on the dance floor. On this night she was dancing with a group of girlfriends, so Nick downed his beer and made his move.
Once on the dance floor, he casually backed into her, then turned and gestured his apologies. He then gestured “wanna dance?” She gave him a big, bright smile and nodded “yes.” They danced through two full songs, exchanging flirty looks but not saying a word. After the second song, she leaned close to him, fanning herself with her hands.
“Would you mind getting me a beer?” She asked.
“Sure,” Nick said with a wink. “But promise me you’re not gonna dance with anyone else while I’m gone…right?”
She gave him a cute smile and ‘thumbs up’ sign along with an alluring sparkle in her dark-amber eyes.
When Nick returned with the beers she was standing alone as promised. They clinked bottlenecks then danced and drank. Nick could tell she was already pretty drunk but was still surprised when she moved closer to him, almost belly to belly, at one point even putting one arm around his lower back.
Her dresses always showed off a nice amount of cleavage, but up close Nick could not believe how big and nice her breasts actually were. When she danced she seemed to make to make sure they bounced and swayed against his chest. More than once she caught him staring at them, but only gave him a conspiratorial little smile as if she liked the attention.
“What’s your name?” Nick asked during a lull in the music.
“Swathi,” the girl said with a little hiccup.
“I’m sorry….Swa - HA- thi?”
“No!” The girl said with a laugh. “SWA-thi.”
“That’s beautiful,” Nick said, ready to close the deal. “And so are you.”
She gave him a sideways look and a flirty grin just as a song with a heavy, thumping beat started. She threw up her hands with a little hoot, then turned around, shaking her hips and grinding her ass against him. It was shapely, firm and gorgeous and Nick hoped she couldn’t feel him getting hard. He put his hands on her tiny waist, feeling her slither against him in time to the music.
A slow dance came next and Nick’s blood boiled as she took his hand from her waist and pulled it so that it slid across her flat belly until his arm was around her. She tilted her head, inviting him to nuzzle her neck. Her skin was unbelievably smooth an she smelled wonderfully of flowers and spice. He kissed her neck softly and she squeezed his wrist and moaned lightly.
She turned around, lowered her head against his chest and put her arms around Nick’s neck. They swayed to the music for several minutes, then she looked up at him with a look in her eyes that made him even harder.
Nick lowered his face to kiss her, but she giggled and turned her head so that his lips landed on her cheek. He laughed too and then tried again, only to have her deflect his kiss to her other cheek. Giggling harder, she shook her head again and leaned away.
“I gotta go,” she said.
“What… now?” Nick said, trying to sound hurt.
“Yeah,” she said, stumbling slightly as she politely wiggled out of his arms. “I’m sorry. I gotta go.”
“Well give me your number at least,” Nick asked.
“I’ll see you around again….promise,” she said as if pretending not to hear him.
Before Nick could say anything else, she stumbled back to her girlfriends and was gone.
- 12 YEARS LATER -
“What’d you say, boss?”
“What?” Nick said, snapping out of his memories.
“You looked like you were in trance,” Danny said, pushing a fresh beer closer to his friend. “Then you just mumbled something about a that fucking cock tease.”
Nick looked across the crowded club, back to the group of well-dressed women sharing drinks and laughs at the bar. They looked like business women enjoying a Happy Hour, or maybe a group of rich suburban housewives on a ‘girls’ night out.' Danny saw them too and had his eyes on the MILFy brunette, but Nick’s attention was locked on the Indian woman with the aquiline nose and big smile.
“That’s her,” he said in a low tone. “I’m positive…. That’s her.”
“Who boss?” Danny asked. “That’s who?”
“A girl I met years ago, way back in college Over there…. in the red dress.”
Danny followed Nick’s gaze across the club.
“Nice tits,” he said, noting her deep neckline and cleavage. “So did you fuck her?”
“No,” Nick said with a humorless chuckle. “Wanted to but never got the chance.”
“Well she looks way too refined and proper for your lowlife ass,” Danny said taking a swig of beer. “She was probably one of those nerdy good girls in school, huh?”
“Not really,” Nick said, remembering the warmth of her firm ass pressed against his crotch and the scent of her hair. “She acted like a total party slut. She’d make out with all the frat guys but when I made my move she just ran away.”
“Oh well,” Danny said with a grin. “Like I said, she looks way too good for you.”
Nick laughed. Danny was right when he said she looked “refined” with her fancy jewelry and expensive dress. She wore her hair up so he could see that she still had a lovely face and slender neck, and Danny was definitely right about her tits.
How long had it been? Ten years? Twelve? College was a distant memory for Nick, but he had thought about her more than once since that night. He saw the ring on her finger and figured she’d become a doctor or lawyer or something. He wondered how surprised she – or anybody else from college for that matter – would be to learn what he’d become: underworld criminal and serial rapist.
“You’re planning something nasty, aren’t you?” Danny asked, reading the sinister look on Nick’s face.
“Maybe,” he said. Nick wasn’t one to act on impulse, but if it really was her, he wasn’t about to let her slip away…Not again. “Maybe we should have us a little reunion party tonight.”
“Hell yeah,” he said. “Been too long since you and I got some mobile R&R. What’s the plan?”
“Who’s working bar tonight? Is it Eddie? Good, he owes me bigtime. Tell him to offer the ladies some free shots; have him tell him that some rich old guy bought them. Tell him to keep feeding them drinks until we figure out how we’re gonna get her away from her friends”
“Will do,” Danny said, then paused when he saw the look in Nick’s eyes. “Hey boss. This isn’t gonna a for fun kinda thing, is it?”
“No,” Nick said coldly. “This one will be all about settling scores.”
“Out-fucking-standing,” Danny said, then moved away towards the bar.
* * * *
As Nick had guessed, the first round of shots got the women fired up and they got louder and drunker over the course of the next hour. Danny moved back and forth between Nick and the bar to relay information and instructions.
“Eddie introduced himself and the lady said her name was something like Swaddy or Swatty.”
“Swathi,” Nick corrected.
“Yeah,” Danny said, taking a quick sip of his drink. “He also asked if they had a designated driver and they told him that they all plan to take cabs home.”
“Good,” Nick said, realizing his opportunity. “Call MJ, tell him to grab his cousin’s gypsy cab and get his ass here NOW. Tell him to bring his HD camera if he wants to join the fun.”
“So we’re gonna do it like we did those college girls back in Florida?” Danny asked,
“Exactly,” Nick said. “When she calls for her cab, make sure MJ picks her up before the real one comes.”
“And what if a bunch of them all leave together?”
“Then we’ll just have ourselves a bigger party,” Nick said.
“I’m liking this night better and better!” Danny exclaimed.
* * * * *
“One more! One more!” somebody cried, and before she knew it Swathi had another shot in her hand.
She shot a look of mock disapproval at Eddie the bartender, but he simply shrugged meekly and pointed at her instigator friend.
“All right,” Swathi said, “But this is definitely the last one.”
The ladies clinked their glasses and downed their shots. A couple of them squealed and high-fived each other, a couple others looked like they were about to tip over. Swathi smoothed out her dress and tried to look composed.
“Ok,” she said. “I really have to go now.”
She asked the bartender to call her a cab. Eddie dialed the phone and told her the cab would be outside in five minutes. After a round of hugs and hearty “good nights!” the doorman gave Eddie the thumbs up and he told her that her cab had arrived.
The cool night air felt wonderful on her skin as she shed the warmth of the club. As promised, the cab was waiting for her. She climbed inside and gave the driver her address.
Between the alcohol haze and steady drone of the engine, Swathi was soon nodding off. She never noticed the cabbie making a detour and then slowing down at an intersection where a familiar dark sedan was parked. When she finally did wake up, it was already too late.
Before she could understand what was happening the cab door opened then shut, and she felt herself being held in a powerful grasp while a heavy cloth was pulled over her head. She was pushed down into a prone position and tried to scream as the cab lurched back into motion.
“Shut up bitch,” a man’s voice shouted into her ear. “Scream again and I will fucking kill you, got it?”
“Please! Please!” Swathi gasped. “What is this? What do you want?”
“I want you to shut the hell up and keep still,” the man said. “The quieter you are the more likely you are to make it through the night unhurt.”
“Please,” Swathi said again. “Take my money, take it all. Just let me go, please!”
“Shut up!” the man shouted again, giving her neck a sharp shake.
That was enough to keep her silent for the next several minutes. Her brain desperately sought to make sense of her situation and find some way out. She felt the cab slow to a stop and the engine turn off.
“Just do exactly as you’re told,” the man said, lifting her into a sitting position. “And you’ll be fine.”
Swathi’s was pushed out of the cab and onto her feet. With her arms still restrained in his firm grip, her heart was pounding in her chest and she prayed silently that this was some kind of joke…that she’d soon be safe at home.
As soon as her hood was removed, she knew that her prayers were not going to be answered.
The first thing she noticed was that the cab was parked inside some kind of large garage or warehouse. The second thing she noticed was that the other side of the garage was brightly lit by lights mounted on tripods. The area was furnished with a pair of dingy, mismatched chairs and an old green sofa arranged theater-style around a filthy king-sized mattress on the floor.
“Oh my God!” Swathi gasped.
She instinctively tried to struggle out of the man’s grasp, but he was far too strong. She tried to scream again but felt a rough hand clamp down hard over her mouth. She tried to kick but was lifted powerfully off the ground so that her legs flailed in the air.
“You can scream all you want bitch,” the man holding her growled into her ear. “Nobody is gonna hear you but us. And we like the sound of a sexy little whore screaming for her life.”
Swathi felt herself being dragged over towards the mattress, then shoved roughly up against the wall just behind it. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the harsh lights coming from the tripods but she soon realized that there were three men, the tall burly man who had been holding her, the skinny cab driver (who now pointed a digital camera at her) and another shorter, muscular man slowly approaching her.
“Very lovely,” he said. “I think we’re gonna have ourselves a heck of a time.”
“Look,” Swathi said, trying to sound brave while backing up against the wall. “You can’t do this. People are already probably looking for me. My friends probably saw the license number of your cab. You can have my money. Just let me go now and I won’t say anything. I promise.”
After a brief pause, the shorter man lunged at her with shocking speed, pressing her throat with his forearm and pinning her against the wall.
“Let’s get one thing totally clear, bitch,” he said, leveling a large blade at her eyes. “We make the fucking rules here, understand? We WILL have all your money. You WON’T say anything and WE will decide when you get to go. Got it?”
“Yes,” Swathi said in a barely-audible whisper. “Just don’t hurt me, please.. J-just please don’t hurt me.”
The man leaned forward so that his arm put a little extra pressure on Swathi’s throat, causing her to instinctively grab his forearm as her breathing became constricted.
“Trust me bitch, not getting hurt shouldn’t be your biggest worry tonight,” he turned the knife so that the light flashed off its broad, serrated blade. “Your focus should be on not getting KILLED. And the only way to do that is to do exactly as you’re told. Do you understand?”
Barely able to breathe, Swathi nodded silently.
“Good,” the man said, releasing her throat and backing away. “Then strip.”
Swathi could only stand and stare blankly, her mind paralyzed with fear and the surreal nature of her situation. Even as her whole body trembled, she could barely comprehend what was happening.
“I don’t think this one’s very bright Nick,” said the larger, burly man. “She can’t seem to follow simple orders.”
“Then maybe we just need to cut that pretty red dress off of her,” said the other man. “Maybe take some of her lovely brown skin with it. Do it Danny.”
As the bigger man stepped forward, unfolding an evil-looking knife of his own, Swathi fell to her knees.
“Wait! No, please. Please don’t!”
“Then you heard the boss,” Danny said, looming over her. “Get up on your feet and strip.”
Very slowly, Swathi stood up on her unsteady legs. Her mind raced for something…something she could say…something she could do… something that could rescue her. But there was nothing. Breathing hard, she reached back and undid the hooks and zippers on the back of her dress. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wiggled her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor.
“Do a little turn for the boss,” Danny ordered, and Swathi slowly complied.
Holy fuck, Nick thought silently to himself as he stared at the woman in the sexy black bra and panty set. She still had an amazing body….better even as the curves of her hips and ass had filled out a little more with age. Her skin was still flawless, her belly was still flat and firm… and those tits!
After completing her turn, Swathi paused, feeling the three sets of eyes on her like laser beams. The one called “Nick” moved closer to her.
She gasped as her took her by the shoulders and spun her so she faced the wall. Too frightened to move, she remained frozen as she felt a tug at her hair. He undid her bun so that her hair fell long and loose between her shoulder blades. He then pulled her hair through his fingers, using her tie to secure it into a ponytail.
“That’s better,” Nick said, marveling at how little she had changed since college. “Now why don’t you do a sexy little dance for us?”
She looked at him blankly over her shoulder, then over at the man called “Danny” as if he might help her comprehend. All he did was press a button an a little portable stereo, filling the room with dance music.
“You heard me bitch,” Nick hissed at her. “Dance.”
With her eyes locked on the knife he still held in his hand, Swathi turned and very slowly, clumsily began to sway her hips while keeping her arms folded tightly across her chest.
“You can do better than that, bitch,” Nick said, lifting his knife. “Put your arms up. Dance like you know your life depends on it. Do it.”
At this point, Swathi’s body was numb with fear. She closed her eyes and moved to the music, letting her arms and legs get involved and moving her body even as the tears continued to flow.
Maybe it was because he’d been drinking, but when Swathi raised her arms and began to sway, Nick saw the exact same moves he’d seen all those years before. He and Danny exchanged approving looks as they took off their shirts.
Even before she re-opened her eyes, Swathi could feel the three men moving closer to her. When she opened them and saw that they surrounded her, shirtless and bearing looks of pure animal hunger. She fell to her knees again.
“Please let me go,” she begged, burying her face in her hands. “Please…”
“That pretty little mouth of yours might just save your life,” Nick said, standing over her. “But not by begging. You’re gonna have to suck some cock if you don’t want to die tonight.”
Swathi, on her knees with her back to the wall, looked up in horror as the men formed a triangle around her. The skinny man still held the camera in one hand as he unzipped his pants with the other. Her body turned suddenly cold and she could feel icy sweat forming on her back.
“No, please,” she begged again. “You can’t….”
Her words were cut short as the larger man, Danny, dropped to his knees beside her and grabbed her roughly by the pony tail. He jerked her head back and put his other hand on her throat, squeezing her neck just below the jaw.
Nick got things started by pressing the fleshy head of his semi-hard cock against her full and trembling lips. Danny gave her face a sharp shake.
“Open up bitch,” Danny ordered. “I’m not going to ask you twice!”
Swathi let out a little yelp as Danny gave her ponytail another jolting yank. Before she knew it her mouth was filled with warm flesh. She let out a little squeal but did not fight him. Instead, she tried to keep her mouth open wide and her tongue curled to avoid contact with his cock.
“That’s not sucking, bitch. Wrap your lips around it, use your tongue.”
Danny pushed her head forward so that she gagged on Nick’s stiffening rod. He then grabbed one of her wrists and stood up, guiding her hand to his own cock and forcing her to stroke him. Swathi let out a low moan as she tasted the fleshy saltiness in her mouth while feeling Danny’s cock getting harder in her hand.
Nick looked down at her pretty face, sweat beading on her high forehead, his cock vanishing beneath that aquiline nose. He could hardly believe that she was sucking him after all these years. It took a lot of self control to keep from blowing his first load too soon. Instead, he put a hand on her head, withdrew his cock and forced her to turn her face so that she could suck Danny next.
“Fuck that’s a hot little mouth!” Danny exclaimed as he pushed his cock between her lips and started pumping aggressively.
Swathi tried to block out the horror and force all thoughts out of her mind. She sucked and stroked mechanically, taking one and then another until she could no longer keep track. All she wanted was to get back home, back to her life as it was before this terrible night.
“Oh fuck,” gasped MJ the camera man, “Oh FUCK!!!”
With a flood of horror filling her body as quickly as the thick, hot, salty sensation filled her mouth, Swathi felt him cum hard. She wanted to scream and scramble away, but he gripped her head with both hands and forced her to taste every last drop as his body shuddered violently.
“Fuckin’ newbie,” Danny said with a laugh. “Blowin his load like it’s prom night.”
When he finally did release her head, Swathi fell to all fours, spitting and coughing. Before she could get the foul taste from her mouth, she felt herself being grabbed by the forearms and lifted to her feet. Almost immediately, she was thrown down on to the mattress and she felt her bra being ripped from her chest.
“No! Nooooooo!”
She was held face down by one of the men while the other yanked her panties down her kicking legs. Now totally naked, Swathi struggled with renewed desperation. The much-stronger men simply toyed with her, however, letting her struggle out of one strong grasp just to be pinned by another.
In the end, she found herself on her back with one man holding her wrists high over her head. The other man, Nick, straddled her legs and stared down at her heaving chest and tear-streaked cheeks.
Her body was still spectacular. Her breasts, now exposed, were even larger than he had remembered in college and were still supple and perky. She was still lean and toned, and her muscles flexed beautifully as she struggled in their grasp. His eyes traced a path from her terrified eyes, to her breasts, down her lovely belly to the pretty pussy, alluringly adorned with a nice little “landing strip” of coarse black hair.
“Please,” Swathi begged in a tiny voice. “Please don’t do this. You can have my money, my jewelry. Just please don’t……. don’t..”
Nick lay down on top of her so that they were face to face. He forced his knees between hers, then used them to pry open her legs.
“Don’t,” Swathi said again, looking from Danny to Nick and back again. “Please don’t do this.”
Nick savored the look of horror in her eyes as he spit in his hand and then reached down to lube up his cock. Swathi’s lips trembled and her beautiful eyes darted from side to side as if begging for a rescue that she knew would not come.
In his mind, Nick was back in college…back to that night… back to the moment she turned and walked away from him. How many times since had he thought about her? How many times did he repeat the same fantasy…grabbing her by the wrist before she could leave and throwing her onto the dance floor?"
How many times had he imagined his belly slithering up against hers as he slowly breached her pussy lips and drove his cock relentlessly into her. Just like he was finally doing in reality. Now.
“No! Noooooooooo!” Swathi cried trying in vain to free her wrists and shut her legs.
Feeling his full weight sliding against her, it felt like his whole body was entering hers. His slow, relentless pace made the horror even greater. She could not fight him. She could not stop him. She could free herself not matter how hard she struggled. All she could do was lay there and take it, feeling her body spread and violated inch by inch.
“Make sure you get clear shots of her face,” Danny told the camera guy, and Swathi’s anguish only deepened as she saw the camera just a few feet from her eyes. Just when she thought he would drive the breath right out of her, Swathi felt the man withdraw then drive forward again. She shut her eyes tight and let out a pained wail.
“Look at me bitch,” Nick hissed in her face. When she wouldn’t open her eyes, he demanded again, this time pounding his cock into her fiercely with each syllable. “I said… LOOK …. AT…… ME!”
Swathi saw stars as his cock punctuated his words. Very slowly, she opened her-reddened eyes and found herself looking directly into his.
“That’s it,” Nick said. “Look at me when I’m fucking you. Those fucking cock-tease eyes.”
Nick lifted his body off of her so that he could look down at his cock driving in and out of her pussy. He watched how every thrust sent waves through her beautiful body and caused the flicker of a new tear in her eyes. He felt an orgasm building, but fought it off.
“You ready to take a turn partner?” Nick said, looking up at Danny.
“Absolutely,” Danny said.
Nick pulled out and moved around the mattress so that he could take Danny’s place holding down her arms. Swathi tried to roll away, but Danny was on her too quickly, using his hand to guide the head of his fat cock between her pussy lips.
“Onghhhhhhh….Ahhhhhgh!” Swathi groaned as her body was freshly violated by another man. Her mind was reeling again. How did this happen? When will it end? What will happen next? Would she ever see her family again…and if so…what would they think?
As terrible as these thoughts were, they helped to mask the sensation of her body being so brutally used. Where Nick had used long, slow but powerful thrusts, Danny pumped at her furiously like a power saw. Swathi felt like he was stuffing her full of fire.
Danny lifted himself off of her so that he could grip her breasts in each hand, twisting and massaging them as he rode her hard.
Nick, his cock still tingling, enjoyed his view of her upside down face as he pinned her forearms and held her wrists together. Danny worked her like a champ, pumping her hard for a stretch, pausing to catch his breath, then pounding again even harder.
Her beautiful lips parted and her face was twisted as if she wanted to scream but could make no sound. Her breasts, reddened by Danny’s grip, jiggled beautifully in time to his thrusts.
“She’s fucking sweet boss,” Danny panted between thrusts. “Think she needs a couple loads across that pretty little face of hers?”
“I think that’s exactly what the bitch needs,” Danny said, nodding at MJ to hand him the camera.
With one hand still holding her wrists, Nick recorded as Danny gripped Swathi’s tits, seperated them and then spat in the valley between them. He then pulled out and straddled her so that his cock lay between her gorgeous breasts.. He pressed them together and pumped his cock in between.
Swathi lay there horrified, but had little time to comprehend this latest indignity as she felt her legs held open and a third cock entering her. MJ the cabbie/cameraman had gotten himself hard again.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Stop it. I can’t take this. Please stop it, I’m begging you!”
“You’re gonna be begging all night, bitch,” Danny told her as his cheeks began to flush.
Swathi grit her teeth and groaned as the friction from his cock burned between her breasts. She could tell by his tightening grip and shortening strokes that something terrible was about to happen.
“Oh my God,” Danny gasped. “Oh fuck!”
He raised himself up a little and pumped his cock over her chin. Swathi shut her eyes and pressed her lips shut.
“Oh fuck!” Danny gasped again as he unleashed a heavy, thick stream of cum that marked her face from her forehead to her lips. The second stream covered one of her eyes and ran down her cheek towards her ear.
Despite herself, Swathi cried out, then sobbed as she tasted his salty load on her lips. She tried desperately to shake her head from side to side but was prevented by her own arms held in place by the other man.
She began to cry uncontrollably as she felt the hot cum run down her chin and neck and up into her hairline. All the while, she could still feel the third man’s cock sliding in and out of her.
“Her pussy’s so hot man,” MJ panted. “It’s fucking amazing!”
“It only gets better,” Nick told him. “After we each have a couple turns, her pussy is gonna be so swollen and tight you’ll think you were back in high school.”
Swathi’s body reacted to their words as strongly as to their physical assault. Her horror turned to deep despair. All she could do was pray that it would be over soon.
“Don’t cum inside her,” Danny warned MJ. “Nick gets first honors. Put another load on her face so the bitch knows who owns her.”
As if on cue, MJ started pounding her at a rapid pace, then pulled out and moved quickly so that he was kneeling beside her face.
“No!” Swathi pleaded. “Please!”
But her words were drowned out by another hot load of cum burning her eyes and coating her face.
“Fuck yeah!” MJ exclaimed as he jerked every last drop onto her forehead.
Nick looked down at her beautiful face, made even hotter by her anguished expression and cum-glazed skin. As he pointed the video camera at her he thought of the look in her eyes as they slow danced all those years ago. That was the memory that was burned into his brain for years. Now looking at her, sobbing and used, her arms pulled over her head, her lightly-stubbled underarms glistening with sweat. THIS was the image of her he wanted to keep forever.
“Okay, my turn again,” Nick said, handing the camera back to MJ.
Swathi felt her arms released. She instinctively brought her hands to wipe her face but her horror and disgust only deepened as she simply smeared their thick cum until it coated her face completely. Before she knew it she felt another man between her legs and his hands on her breasts. She tried to kick him away but she felt her ankles restrained by strong hands.
“Oh no,” she moaned, as she felt her legs being pried open. “Oh God no.”
With Danny and MJ holding her legs wide open Nick was free to savor her beautiful body laying helpless beneath his. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress, then lunged forward, driving his cock deep inside of her again.
Swathi had no more words left. No more prayers. She had not control, no free will. Her body was no longer hers. She had become an object, a plaything. All she could do was cry.
To Nick, her tears were like a challenge, an imploring call for him to fuck her harder. He raised and lowered his body rapidly, hammering her with his cock, relishing the warm tightness of her abused pussy stroking him to climax.
“Are you ready bitch?” Nick taunted. “Are you ready for me to fill you up with my cum?”
Swathi could only shake her head and sob.
“That’s right bitch,” Nick said again, feeling the warmth of oncoming orgasm flood his body. “I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna own you. Right now!”
“Stop!” Swathi begged. “Stop!”
She felt her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to beg him not to cum inside of her but she knew that her words would only encourage him. Instead, she hoped his savage pounding would send her into welcome unconsciousness before she felt it.
But it was not to be. He came hard and she felt everything.
“Fuck yeah,” Nick gasped, feeling the first huge load explode out of his body. “Take it bitch! Take it all!”
Swathi felt the burning inside of her. She felt her insides slicken as his cock seemed to grow inside of her, pulsing and throbbing as it continued to pound her.
How many women had Nick raped since this cocktease walked away from him that night? He couldn’t even count. And yet he felt a wave of unfamiliar emotion overcome him as he blew his load into her. After all those years he felt like this is exactly where he was meant to be. He pumped until he had no strength left and collapsed onto her. He drank in her sobs, the heaving of her chest beneath his and lay on top of her until his own body ceased to quiver.
Swathi lay there and breathed, not daring to hope that it was over. It was all so surreal and yet so painfully real. She felt a chill as the man pushed himself off of her, peeling apart their sweat-sealed bodies. Her ankles were released and she curled into a fetal position, sobbing and fully expecting to be grabbed and groped again.
When no assault came, she slowly pushed herself up into a kneeling position and rubbed her eyes, still burning with tears and cum.
“Please,” she said in a pitiful little voice. “Please let me go home now. I want to go home.”
“You ARE home, bitch,” said one of the men, grabbing her hair and stuffing a towel into her face. “Get yourself cleaned up. The boys and I are going to take a little break, then we’re gonna have some REAL fun with you!”
The man walked away, and she was aware of them sitting on the sofa near her, opening beers and toasting their conquest. She wanted to stand. She wanted to run away. Her whole body felt numb and paralyzed; all Swathi could do was sit there, wiping her face with the towel, dreading what was to come and hating herself for knowing that she was powerless to fight it.
