When the Dark Wins

Both men began to undress.

“What hole you want first?” asked Steve.

“I want her mouth. Always wanted to just shove my cock down some chick’s mouth. You know. Really choke her with it.”

Steve gestured wildly at me. “Have at it, bro!”

Oh God. No. Not again.

John climbed up on the sofa and placed his knees above my shoulders, his feet digging painfully into my ribs. Leaning down, he grasped my hair and wrenched my head up till my neck was tilted at a painful angle. Then he shoved his cock into my mouth. I gagged at the rancid sour taste as it pushed to the back of my throat. I could feel his balls as they swayed just below my chin.

“Fuck! This is fucking awesome, man,” cried out John as he started to pump my head up and down on his cock.

“Right? You don’t even miss the tongue,” agreed Steve.

“Half the time a chick’s just using her tongue to try to push you out. Man, I’m in deep. Right down her fucking throat.” He punctuated that with a few hard thrusts.

Even though I couldn’t move, I still struggled. Crying, gasping for breath, bucking my hips, twisting my head from side to side, screaming no. It all happened… in my mind.

“Hey! Hey! Look up!”

“You’re filming? Fucking awesome!”

Steve circled us with his phone. Videotaping my assault.

“Dude. She looks fucking real on camera. No one would ever know.”

I am real! I’m here! I’m inside. I… am… real.

My name is Jane.

Jane.

Please, help me.

John started moving my head so quickly I thought my neck would snap. With each movement, his thick disgusting cock was thrust deep down my throat.

“Wait! Wait. I’m going to change this up. Stop filming then start again,” said John as he pulled his flesh from my mouth.

Hopping off the sofa, he twisted me around, so my head hung over the edge. He then placed my legs over the back. Open and wide.

Please. Please don’t humiliate me this way. Please I’m begging you.

Tilting my head all the way back, John lined his cock up with my mouth and waited. When he got the nod from Steve, he shoved it past my lips with a groan. This time he kept it lodged deep in my throat. His balls rubbed my open eyes. I could feel him press his whole body over my prone, helpless form. Then a burst of searing pain erupted between my outstretched legs.

Oh God! Stop! Stop! It hurts!

One slap after another. John was beating my pussy. The degrading slapping sounds of a hand hitting plastic echoed around the room, mixing with their laughter.

“That’s it, bitch. Suck my cock while I slap your pussy!” yelled John as he began to rock his hips pushing his cock in and out of my unwilling mouth.

As John leaned up, I could see Steve positioned with his phone camera directly between my legs.

“Grab her tits!” Steve shouted out.

Reaching down, John latched on to both of my breasts. Squeezing them so hard I thought he was going to tear them off. I could see his fingers on my breasts, but they weren’t my breasts, they were large and swollen and plastic… yet I felt every bruising finger of his dig into me as if it were my own flesh.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.”