Part 8
Entertainment, Dawn’s stomach turned to ice at this word. While the word could mean so many pleasurable things, she knew it wouldn’t now. Here and now it only could mean one thing, those men had not abducted them and force to strip naked to discuss the weather over a nice cup of tea. Dawn was under no illusion that entertainment would mean the abuse and violation of their bodies. This trip was going up shit creek even more shortly.
She was actually half surprised on how civil the whole affair had been so far. Was this a British thing to keep the lid on even a sordid thing as a gang rape of three innocent women. Dawn had always expected a rape to be much more harsh, a chance to fight, ripping of garments, forcing her legs apart despite her struggle. Should she try to make a last ditch attempt at escape? Hell, she didn’t even remember any longer in which direction the exit door was, and even if she could escape, what then? Running buck naked through the English country side pursued by a group of determined men? There was no good probability for success in that course of action. So fight to the end or submitting in hope to escape later? Somehow she doubted Morgan and Penny would be much help in a fight, and her own diminutive height wasn’t an asset either. Except for an upper cut into the balls of an assailant.
#2 interrupted her musings with an order to Morgan to show them her routine, but not do the words this time. Dawn watched as Morgan started to move slowly, but with increasing confidence going through a routine of jumping jacks, high kicks and general wiggling of her body. Initially hampered by the thoughts of her naked pussy showing below her jacket, but the more the routine kicked in the more she forgot herself. Dawn wouldn’t be surprised if Morgan would be turning crimson, if she could see how much of her shaven sex was on full display in some of the figures.
One of the other men shouted “This doesn’t look right, on TV they always shake those round things.”
“They are called pom poms, you imbecile” Dawn almost snarled, but checked herself just in time, aggravating those men right now seemed like a pretty bad idea.
#2 responded “I see, come over here.” He motioned to Morgan, who cautiously complied, clearly not seeing how the man would conjure up some pom poms. But as it turned out he had no plan to do so, instead he told Morgan in a stern voice not to move, he grabbed the fabric of the jacket over her left breast and produced a flick knife with his other. The blade sprang forward with a sharp metallic click, it must have been sharp as a razor, since it took him no apparent effort to cut away the tented fabric in his hand. The resulting hole showed Morgan’s nipple and some of the gentle curve of her breast. The same thing was done on the other side, leaving Morgan confused and shocked over the destruction to her Jacket. The blade then moved to her throat reinforcing the command not to move. He then reached through the holes in the jacket and pulled young woman’s breast through the newly created openings. The holes were just large enough for this and the fabric clung tightly to the base of each breast.
Stepping away from Morgan and looking at his handy work #2 proclaimed “Now she has some round things to shake around. I hope this meets your satisfaction.” the amount of hoots and whistles erupting from the assembled men, seemed to be sufficient as an answer so he continued “And you Blondie, start that program again. Let’s see those titties move.”
This time Morgan’s face was crimson, as she went through the motions. Her bared breast in stark contrast to the dark fabric of the jacket, were in constant motion, wiggling and jumping on every twist and turn. Despite her own situation even Dawn was spellbound and couldn’t avert her eyes, it almost made her understand why so many men have cheerleader fantasies.
With her attention fully enthralled she didn’t notice, that the two wooden crates had been turned on their sides. What she did notice were the hands of the two men that suddenly grabbed her upper arms, and held it in a vise like grip. She began thrashing around to free herself, but she might as well have thrown cotton balls for all the good it was doing. But while she struggled she saw Penny being in the same situation, fighting like a wild cat, but like herself to no avail.
Both women were steered towards the crates, and then forced to bend over the 2 foot high impediment, Dawn had no doubt on how much this left their collective asses sticking in the air. But at least hers wasn’t sticking for long, forceful shoves with a booted foot kicked her legs apart, planting her tummy onto the crate. From the general direction were she knew Penny to be she heard the characteristic discharge of a prod and a yelp of pain. Apparently Penny hadn't complied to somebodies satisfaction. Not to encourage her captors, she went limp herself. She felt a presence behind her, even before something warm and rigid touch her entrance. “Here it goes” she thought “at least I’m not entirely dry, or this would became very nasty”
All of a sudden she heard Morgan’s voice “Take them ...” but before she could wonder about that she got distracted, by the forceful splitting of her labia and the rapid intrusion of her most intimate place. This man didn’t dangle with careful teasing, and a slow and pleasurable inching into her. No, this man pushed the bulbous head into her tight opening and then feeling sufficiently directed slammed in all the way. Dawn’s scream was a mixture of surprise and pain, as she quieted down she heard Morgan’s voice wafting over “… take them hard. All the way ...”. Her assailant began to emulate his thrusts to Morgans sing song of “.. all the way in, all the way out ...”. Now assisted by the coating of vaginal secretions on his cock, this didn’t really become pleasurable, but for Dawn who loved rough sex at least bearable.
Somewhere far, far away she heard Penny’s pleading “Please don’t, not there, I’m not on the pill.” Dawn didn’t expect to hear a response to that, so the answer she got hit her doubly hard. “Don’t worry my sweet girl, this is just for lubrication. Nobody ever got pregnant from where we go from here.”
Fear gripped Dawn’s body, and she clenched every muscle, causing the man inside her to grunt with pleasure. Anal sex was something she had never enjoyed, even under the best of circumstances with a lot of foreplay, stretching and lube it was always uncomfortable. Due to Morgan’s little fellatio show, she had a pretty good idea on how the men here were equipped. And some of them were definitely larger than her partners she had tried anal with before, and she was quite certain this wouldn’t be ideal conditions either. She tried to do the only thing open to her, trying to relax her body, to minimize the pain. So Dawn closed her eyes, and began to take deep breaths.
Just as she thought she had achieved a more relaxed state, she felt hands on her cheeks. Spreading them apart, while the man inside her just paused in the motion, but kept his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Again Morgan’s voice “.., spread that ass ...” her voice sounded as if she was crying.
Something very cold and slimy dropped between her spread ass cheeks, right on her rear orifice. Again Morgan’s voice “...fuck that ass...”, and Dawn did feel the man withdrawing from her, but instead of relief this caused her only dread, and tensed her body again. And no mind trick would allow her to relax, as she felt his cock, positioned at her anus. This time he took more time, ever so slowly easing the head against the resistance of he sphincter. Widening it under constant but careful pressure until it snap shut behind the head. Dawn was utterly relieved that the man didn’t feel to comply with Morgan’s “..do them hard...” or “… rip them up...” chants.
Dawn gritted her teeth as she felt the stiffness invading her inch by inch. Never relenting, never giving really the impression to care for anything but his own satisfaction. She heard Penny cry and whimper, and was herself at the point of crying out loud as she finally felt his pelvis hitting her but, so that meant they had reached his full length. Dawn felt as if somebody had shoved a broom handle up her backside, but now being fully embedded wasn’t good enough for the man and he began to withdraw just enough to painfully slam back into her. She felt as if her innards were on fire. But the man didn’t care, settling into a slow but forceful rhythm he began to pound her ass, until he finally erupted, shooting his hot load into her bowels. As he withdrew from her body she felt a moment of blissful emptiness. The moment was short lived as the next man stepped behind her and placed his dick right against her just vacated anus.
After what felt like a century and a repeated change in assailants, no further man lined up to take her ass. She felt the cum trickle out of her gaping anus and run down her leg. She might have gotten up but the past ordeal had left her weak. She turned her head and saw Penny to be in a similar poor shape.
“Ok Gentlemen, we have to do a survey. I asked our little cheerleader her to provide some encouragement and entertainment, while we availed ourselves to her friends. I told her to be lewd and crude, and that her ass is on the line if she didn’t perform well. What is your verdict? Thumbs up for she did a fine job, and thumbs down for her lazy ass needs some first hand experience.”
Dawn couldn’t see the outstretched thumps but the wailing “NOOOOOOO” from Morgan let her to believe the thumbs down were in the majority. She was then pushed from her crate and apparently replaced with the violently struggling Morgan. She heard her friend cry out in Horror, rage and late pain, but right now she felt to butt hurt to really care. Exhausted she slipped of to unconsciousness.
To be continued.