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Jason Thomas, age 24. 6'3" lean and muscular, grey eyes.

Jason scraped together the last of his cash and crammed the coins into his jeans pocket. He pulled a shirt on and gazed around his tiny caravan. It was tidy enough because there was virtually nothing in it but everything was battered, grubby and neglected.

Jason's life hadn't exactly been a breeze. He'd been kicked around by his alcoholic father until he was old enough to kick back. After a few years in a young offender's prison he had fallen in with a band of travellers, getting involved in burglary, stealing cars, drug dealing, bare knuckle fighting, you name it. He'd won his caravan in a game of poker and had been accepted by the others. Now they had occupied a field outside a quiet rural town and they would raise hell there until the authorities got around to moving them on.

He walked the mile or so to the nearest pub, where his friends were drinking. People might not like the travellers but they'd still take their money whenever they could. Jason was hoping a girl would be there that he'd seen before. With his good looks and smart mouth, getting girls was easy for him, keeping them wasn't. He had a short temper, he liked rough sex and he never stayed in one place for too long. His last girl, Becca, had never learned when to let things go. She was constantly on at him to leave the travellers and make something of himself. When he had money he was generous with it, easy come easy go. When he was skint she sulked and whined about it, until one night when he had lost his temper. From out of nowhere he had Becca pinned to the wall by her throat, watching her gasp, her face redden, her eyes plead. He told her what an ungrateful bitch she was and then tossed her from his caravan into a heap on the damp grass, slamming the door in her face.

It had made him hard, her terror and his violence. It was probably the hardest he had ever been. Jason ached to fuck her, the whiny bitch that he couldn't stand. He wanted to pin her down and rape her while she screamed the place down, pound into her until she bled and then choke her until she finally shut the fuck up. Jason staggered to the bathroom drunk on his sick fantasy and freed his cock. He pumped it furiously over the sink until he came hard.

The girl he had spotted before was there, drinking with her friends. She looked barely old enough to be there and Jason felt his cock twitch as he wondered whether she had ever been fucked. He greeted his friends and bought a beer.

A few drinks later he felt confident enough to go and talk to her. He tried to catch her eye but when he did so, she looked him over with disdain and then turned away. The little bitch. Jason glared at her back.

Another couple of pints and he was livid with her. Jason watched as she walked towards the ladies toilets and noticed that there was a fire door there. Grinning evilly, walked close up behind her and knocked into her clumsily, faking drunkenness. Before she knew what was happening he had shoved her through the fire door. He slammed it shut and then threw her up against it, pinning her by the throat so she couldn't scream. The urge to crush her windpipe surged through him and his cock reared in his jeans.

"You stuck up little cunt." He hissed, grabbing her handbag and throwing it aside.

He pushed her down to her knees in the litter strewn alley and freed his cock with his other hand. Ten inches of thick, hard, uncut meat loomed in front of her face.

"When I let you breathe, you're going to beg to suck my cock. Do anything else and I snap your neck and walk away."

He released her throat and grabbed a fistful of hair instead. She'd be too light headed to get to her feet and if she tried he'd simply backhand her until she thought better of it.

 

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Laura Andrews
Age 18
5ft tall, B cup breasts, green eyes​

Laura and her friends had been disappointed to discover that their local pub was full of travellers but they bought some drinks nonetheless and tried to enjoy their evening. Laura was the only one of them who was asked for ID, which she found embarrassing even though she was legally old enough these days. The traveller boys were more blatant in their admiration of her than the local lads and she felt self conscious in the rather sexy outfit she had picked out. Laura wore a black halter top, a short denim skirt and knee high leather boots. In her bedroom it she had felt adult and sophisticated but here amongst all the male drinkers she just felt vulnerable.

She caught yet another guy looking her up and down and sighed irritably. His gaze was hard and arrogant, making her feel as though she might as well be naked. She glared at him icily before turning her back. He was the better looking of the traveller boys but that didn't mean he was in her league. Laura was celebrating getting a place at university to study law. Once she was a high flying solicitor people would have to see past her looks. She was going places and these gypsies were doing everything in their power to stay put in their muddy field.

A few vodkas later, she was walking to the ladies when someone crashed into her back. She twisted round to see the tall, handsome traveller looming over her drunkenly, an inane grin plastered across his face. He didn't stop and apologise though, he kept right on staggering and sent them both through a fire door. Laura stumbled down the step in her heeled boots and before she could fill her lungs to give him a piece of her mind, a huge hand closed over her throat and her back hit the wall. His movements were swift and premeditated, not the opportunism of a drunken man... because he wasn't drunk.

She kicked and squirmed instinctively, until she realised that doing so meant she was dangling above the ground and choking herself more severely. She looked up into his beautiful face and it was contorted with rage and contempt. Laura fell mostly still, though she couldn't stop trembling. Her eyes begged him to let her go, filling with tears as her face reddened and her chest heaved futilely.

"You stuck up little cunt."

His voice was a low growl and it chilled Laura to the bone. He flexed his grip on her throat speculatively, as though testing to see how much pressure it could take. His gaze was cold and hard but his eyes glittered. He was enjoying this. He pushed her to the ground and Laura was forced to watch, transfixed as he pulled his cock out. It was simply enormous and the tears in Laura's eyes just magnified the damn thing. She was starting to drift now, convulsing with her need to breath, her eyes rolling.

"When I let you breathe, you're going to beg to suck my cock. Do anything else and I snap your neck and walk away."

He uncurled his fist from her throat and Laura could feel where his fingers had gouged, where she would have livid bruising come the morning. He wrapped her long hair around his hand as Laura heaved air like a drowning woman. The cold air and her terror had made her nipples bullet hard and they strained against her halter-top as she gasped and retched. Her legs felt like jelly and she was far too terrified of her attacker to disobey him. If she was extremely lucky, he'd humiliate her by making her blow him and then he'd go back and boast to his friends. If he left it at that, she wouldn't risk the traveller clan's wrath by going to the police. When she spoke, Laura's voice was ragged from being half strangled.

"Please let me suck your cock." She stammered reluctantly, glaring at his boots.

 

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Jason yanked her hair so she was forced to look at him and then made her repeat herself, just for the fun of it. Right now she could hardly speak but it wouldn't take her too long to pull a scream together.

"You ever sucked a cock before?" He asked, not bothering to let her answer. "If I feel any teeth, I will punch them out of your skull, understand?"

Jason pulled back his foreskin and exposed his cockhead. He pushed it into her mouth and after the cold night air she felt like liquid fire. He tried a few fairly gentle strokes, making sure she knew to purse her lips round him and suck, making absolutely sure she wasn't stupid enough to try biting him. He kept her head still against the door and fucked her face, going deeper and harder until she was gagging on it.

"Oh yeah, you've sucked cock before." His heavy balls were swinging forward to hit her chin. Without warning Jason yanked her onto his next thrust, slamming his way into her throat. She bucked and spasmed around him while he held himself there and then Jason pulled out, not wanting to get too excited just yet.

He looked at the little bitch gasping and retching on the floor and a pang of anxiety went through him. He had really crossed a line here, attacked and sexually assaulted her. That would mean jailtime if he didn't handle this right and Jason wasn't about to let that happen. Now he had gone this far, the devil on his shoulder insisted that he might as well have the pleasure of fucking her. But the longer he kept her in this alley, the more chance there was of somebody stumbling upon them and her friends had to be wondering where she was.

Jason gazed about wildly. There was the pub's huge bin full of black rubbish sacks, bits of litter strewn about, some cardboard boxes waiting to be broken up... and that was about it. He looked back at the girl. She really was a tiny little thing.

"Mmmm I'm going to have some fun with you." He sneered down at her.

In a matter of minutes, Jason ripped off her halter and stuffed it into her mouth. He gave her tits a squeeze and grinned at her outrage. He ripped her thong off and bound her wrists with it, then used his belt to secure her ankles. He dumped her inside a large cardboard box and then swung it up onto his shoulder. Jason went around the back alley onto the street and carried the girl all the way to his caravan. She squirmed and tried to yell past the gag a few times but Jason soon talked her out of that by dropping the box on the floor and then opening the top to deliver a backhand to her face or a punch to her abdomen.

"Do not fucking test me bitch."

He locked his caravan door and hauled the girl out of her box, carrying her to his bedroom and tossing her on the bed. He left her there while he fetched a beer from his fridge.

 

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Laura had indeed sucked a cock before but only her most recent boyfriend's and his was considerably smaller than this guy's. He had let her go slow and suck gently, getting used to pleasuring him that way. She might even have had sex with Mark if he hadn't bragged to his friends one drunken night that she gave better head than some girl he had hooked up with at a party the week before. The rumour had reached Laura's ears and when she confronted him he didn't even deny it. "We're going to different universities." He had said. "Do you honestly think we won't see other people?" He had thought it was a summer romance but Laura had been more serious about it.

The gypsy wasn't getting a blowjob so much as using her face as an orifice. Laura had never felt so humiliated. He was rock hard now and his moans coincided with her gagging and retching fits. The fact that she didn't want any of this was turning him on. It was sick. Tears streamed down her face and she kept coughing up a kind of thick, viscous saliva.

Her indignant train of thought was obliterated by his next act however. He pulled her head forwards and thrust his huge cock into her throat. She was no match for his physical strength. She could only buck helplessly and push against his thighs desperately but it was no use. She felt him pulse and wondered if he was going to cum but after a few seconds he hauled himself out of her and tucked his cock back into his jeans while she hyperventilated in a pool of tears, snot and saliva on the floor.

Once again, O2 deprivation had robbed her of the chance to run. It was as much as she could do to get shakily to all fours and by then he was upon her once more, straddling her body, flipping her over and ripping her top off. She opened her mouth to finally emit the mother of all screams but he crammed her top into it, mauling her breasts with one hand while forcing the fabric deep into her skull with the other. He rolled her onto her stomach and tore away her thong. Laura began trembling violently, convinced he was about to rape her virgin pussy. He used the thong to bind her hands and then she heard the unmistakeable sound of him removing his belt. She shook her head vigorously, crying onto the filthy alley floor. Then to her surprise, he bound her ankles and put her in a cardboard box.

The man was insane. She felt herself being hoisted into the air and then he was carrying her, taking her further away from her handbag, her phone and her friends. Laura tried to squirm, moan or otherwise attract attention but he responded brutally, letting her fall to the concrete floor and then hitting her. His menacing face loomed over her in the darkness, backlit by a nearby streetlight. He snarled down at her as she lay naked, bound, gagged and shivering.

"Do not fucking test me bitch."

Eventually she heard some keys and then a door opening. He had taken her home? Laura's box was set down and then she was lifted from it. She was in a filthy little caravan, which meant she was outside the town and probably somewhere that nobody would hear her scream... except other travellers. He dropped her onto his bed and left the room. She heard a fridge door and a beer can popping open, then his heavy boot returned.

For the first time in many years, Laura started silently praying.

 

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Jason filled the doorway to his bedroom, his head ducked under the low ceiling. For a long moment he just stood there and stared at her. She looked so fucking awesome and he still couldn't quite believe what he had done. She was battered and dirty from the alley, with red marks around her neck. Her skin was so pale and it marked so easily. Her little denim skirt hung uselessly around her waist and she lay on her side, trussed up like a turkey, completely at his mercy.

He pulled off his clothes and flipped on a small heater. Jason joined her on the bed, groping her tits and ass, assessing them. He pulled off her skirt and threw it to the floor.

"So how does it feel to be a traveller's bitch?" He murmured sarcastically, sucking on a hard pink nipple before biting down on her tit. "You've never been with a real man, pretty little cunt like you. You'll have dated nice, attentive, grateful little boys who are intimidated by your beauty... who worship you." His hands moved down her legs and unfastened his belt. Jason put her on her front with her ass high in the air and shoved her legs apart with his knees. "I'm no bitchwhipped little boy who can't believe his luck. Cunt is just cunt and there's always more where it came from." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back against his cock, enjoying the sensation of her trying to squirm away from it. The red fuzz between her legs was as delicate as the rest of her and it stimulated his cockhead as she bucked and wriggled. He forced his cockhead into her labia, pressed it against her bone dry pussylips, threatening to rip her open with it.

"Very soon bitch, you're going to worship me."

Jason brought his belt down hard on the girl's white asscheek. He moved back slightly and swung the leather again and again while she yelled into the gag and cried. He didn't know where that little monologue had come from, only that he meant every fucking word. He was sick of chasing skirt in every place they went, sick of having girls try to rescue him from his pathetic little life, sick of having to be nice and generous just to get his dick wet. The girl was still dry though, which would cause him discomfort if he fucked her right now. She needed working over first, which was going to be fun.

Jaso smiled to himself as he brought up welt after welt on the bitch's back, ass and thighs.

 

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She watched him strip, dismayed at the hard muscle of his lean body, the latent threat in his height and strength. His huge hands roamed over her, kneading and squeezing, his breath hot on her face. He pulled off her skirt and tipped her onto her back, turning his attention to her breasts.

"So how does it feel to be a traveller's bitch?"

Laura flushed indignantly at his language and yelped into the gag as he bit her. She felt him unfasten his belt from around her ankles, touching her possessively.

"You've never been with a real man, pretty little cunt like you. You'll have dated nice, attentive, grateful little boys who are intimidated by your beauty... who worship you."

He turned her onto her back, face down with her bound hands behind her. His knees shoved her legs apart as he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock against her pussylips. Laura shook violently, crying hard, convinced for the second time that he was about to violate her. She writhed within his grip, unable to stay still and simply wait to be raped.

"I'm no bitchwhipped little boy who can't believe his luck. Cunt is just cunt and there's always more where it came from." He sneered at her. "Very soon bitch, you're going to worship me."

The blow from his belt was so totally unexpected that for a perhaps a second, Laura was motionless with shock. Then the pain blossomed across her asscheek and the gypsy delivered another swat to the other one. She howled into the gag, unable to comprehend how this could possibly gratify him.

Loathing burned in the pit of her stomach. No way in hell would she ever be induced to worship the bastard.

 

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When he'd tanned her ass thoroughly, Jason rolled the girl onto her back. Her mouth was distended by the gag, which was beginning to irk him. He wanted to see her pretty tears properly, hear her scream, sob and beg for mercy that he wasn't going to show. But they were close to other caravans and the other guys would more than raise an eyebrow at Jason's attack on this girl. There were some nasty bastards among the traveller men but they had standards. You wouldn't catch them mugging grannies or preying on the truly vulnerable. It was beneath them. In their close knit community every woman was someone's daughter, sister, mother or friend. The occasional slap was no big deal and traveller women gave as good as they got but serious domestic violence wasn't tolerated. He left the gag in place for the time being.

Jason dragged her towards the headboard and straddled her, settling his weight on her abdomen to keep her in place. His lips found her ear and then her jawline and throat. He kissed a trail of fire across her cold skin and slid his hands beneath her, untying the wrists she was lying on. He brought her hands up. Her wrists had friction marks but he re-tied the thong around them, securing her to the headboard. She shook her head and glared at him but it looked like she was finally learning the futility of resistance.

"Let's see if a real man can't warm you up a bit. Guess what princess, I know your body better than you do."

Jason flickered his tongue over her cold, pale little tits with their hard pink nipples. He worked them expertly, kissing, sucking and nibbling gently with his hot, wet mouth. He paused to spit on his fingers and then rubbed them gently over her pussylips, circling around her clit a little before he pushed a single digit inside her.

Jason froze, one finger lodged inside her hot, slick core. A huge, shit eating grin split his face and her blushing humiliation confirmed what he already knew.

"Fucking hell."

A virgin. She was only a fucking virgin. Jason had never had a virgin. Nice girls didn't go with traveller boys and Jason had never been the type for chasing hard to get pussy when there was always easier prey around. He almost felt sorry for the poor little bitch.

Almost.

"I've got to get a closer look at this virgin cunt." He groaned.

Jason withdrew his finger, moved down the bed and threw her legs over his shoulders. He ground his aching cock into the mattress while he took a long slow taste of sweet, clean, innocent cunt. His tongue probed her labia gently and then grazed over her clit with more pressure, making her hips tense. He moaned softly into her fragrant, moistening flesh.

He'd soon have this bitch begging for cock with absolute sincerity and then who the fuck could call it rape?

 

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She knew what he was doing and it distressed Laura no end that it was working. Mark's nervous fumbles had been nothing like this man's assault on her senses. His mouth was hot in the cold of the caravan and when for a big, powerfully built guy he was being incredibly gentle. Her breasts became sensitised to his lips and Laura had to fight the urge to arch her back. He spat on his hand, which she found distasteful but he deftly stimulated her pussylips and clitoris, taking some of the tension out of her reluctantly parted thighs. She could feel her traitorous body moistening for him and Laura had to consciously make herself remain still and appear unresponsive. Then he pushed a finger into her and she flinched violently, not because it hurt but because of what she knew he was about to discover.

"Fucking hell."

Laura could only glare up at him as he probed inside her, her face flaming with the humiliation and injustice of it. She had fantasised for years about the moment when she would trust a boyfriend she loved enough to let him explore her there and here was this brute of a total stranger invading her, grinning like all his Christmases had come at once.

"I've got to get a closer look at this virgin cunt."

She flinched mentally at his repeated use of the word 'cunt.' He had even referred to her as a cunt, as though the rest of her was an irrelevance. He pulled his finger from her and Laura shuddered slightly. The mere idea that his monstrous cock would ever gain access to her tiny pussy was enough to make Laura sick with terror. He put her legs over his shoulders and then pressed his face to her, licking over her sex and pushing his tongue between her lips. The sensation caused a degree of physical arousal but the knowledge of who was doing this to her was too much for Laura. She desperately scrambled backwards away from him and in doing so, she smacked him in the face with her pelvis and kicked his collarbone, trying to push him away from her. She couldn't lie still and accept this. She didn't want the sick bastard trying to arouse her.

 

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Jason recoiled as her pelvis smacked him and she scrambled backwards, as though she was going to fucking go anywhere. She had her legs curled up and was holding her feet in the air like fists, yelling hysterically into her gag. Jason had been in enough fair fights so the feisty little cunt never had a chance. He punched her in the face, popping her with a right hook. He didn't put much force behind it but he didn't factor in the second blow she got when her head snapped backwards into the headboard. The fight went out of her and Jason pressed his advantage, grabbing throat and leaning some weight on it.

"You want to do this the hard way bitch?" He snarled, leaning down over her menacingly. "This is what I get for bothering to turn you on, you ungrateful little cunt?" Jason moved up her body until his throbbing cock was right up in her face. "You want to take this?" He smacked her in the face with it a few times, smearing precum over her and cramming it up against her nose so she could smell it." You want me to ram this into your tight, dry, virgin little fuckhole?" Jason released her throat and yanked the gag from her mouth. He watched her gasp and shake her head but he was way past showing mercy. The thought of ripping into her dry, virgin pussy was almost enough to make him blow his load right there in her face. He needed to hear her scream. He needed to make her scream.

Jason forced her legs apart and backhanded her pussy a few times, tenderising her labia and watching with relish as she bucked and squealed. He spat on his hand and lubricated his cockhead, purely for his own comfort. Jason spread the bitch wide and planted his feet either side of her hips. He tipped her legs back and her ass up so her cunt was pointing skywards. He paused to savour the anticipation for a moment, then plunged down and slammed 10 inches of thick, rock hard cock balls deep into her, feeling her hymen rip and blood gush into her dry cunt, pounding her into the bed and bringing his weight down on her.

 

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Laura was so terrified she could hardly breathe. His cock smacked into her face again and again, smearing her with his sticky, pungent precum. He yanked her gag out and Laura clamped her mouth shut, not wanting him to rape her throat again. Her depraved attacker had other ideas though. He pulled her down the bed so that she was pulled tight against her bound wrists and then pushed her legs back over her body to expose her poor pussy. Positioned as she was, it was difficult to haul air into her lungs. Laura could only watch helplessly as he angled his cock downwards.

"No! Please... you can't... please stop! Please!" Her voice was strangled, high pitched and weak. He ignored her.

A guttural cry was ripped from her body as he slammed down into her pussy. He punched through her hymen as though it wasn't there, hit her cervix and kept right on going. Laura felt herself tearing inside, bleeding, it was agony. His pelvis smacked down onto her, forcing out the remaining air in her lungs. She could feel him pulsing inside her. How could he be enjoying this?

 

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Jason's calculations had been correct, the bitch hadn't been able to make too much noise. He ground his meat even deeper into her, circling his hips and stirring up the bleeding he had caused. He enjoyed watching her whimper and grimace, skewered on his cock, going nowhere. He grabbed her throat again and pulled her upper body towards him, making her look him in the eye.

"So how does it feel to be a woman?" Jason started thrusting into her, his shaft coming out bloodstained and then slamming down into her again. "How does it feel to be my woman?" He taunted.

Whatever path the rest of her life took, he would always be her first fuck. She could go a long way before she found another ten inch cock to split her open and fill her up. Jason sawed into her, settling into a punishing rhythm. Usually when he fucked he had to be careful about his size and avoid hurting the girl he was with. Now he had ripped into this little cunt he could fuck her with true abandon, not giving a shit how much it hurt.

When he upped the pace and force of his thrusts though, her moans became louder. Jason grabbed a remote from beside his bed and turned on his stereo. Hard rock spilled into the tiny room and Jason let her wail. People would be pissed off with him in the morning but it would be so worth it. He took a swig of his beer and poured some of it over the girl's upper body. He was bending down to lick it up when his mobile rang.

Jason turned down the music a bit and choked the girl into silence. He carried on fucking her lazily as he talked.

"Nah... I was out of cash wasn't I mate... just walked home." His friends could hear the music in the background and were suggesting bringing some beers over. Jason had to think fast. "Put Tyson on."

'Tyson' was the nickname for a mixed race guy called Tyler. If being a traveller carried a stigma, being half traveller was even worse. Jason got girls because he was good looking and confident but few girls would go with a 'half caste gypsy' as Tyler had often been called. He had a huge chip on his shoulder and was maturing into a total misogynist. Jason was about to take a calculated gamble that he'd take one look at this pretty little redhead cunt and want in on the action.

"I don't want the lads round, I've got a girl here mate." He said, grinning down at his victim evilly and throwing a hard thrust into her bloody fuckhole for the pleasure of watching her buck silently. He could see she was getting lightheaded, better wrap up the call. "Get rid of those two and come round on your own mate... "

Jason hung up and finally allowed the bitch to breathe. He turned the music up again as she coughed and retched. Jason uncurled her body so she was lying on her back beneath him, picked up the pace from his idle fucking and started circling her clit with his thumb, lubricating it with her virgin blood and stimulating her gently.

"You hate me, don't you bitch? Don't worry, you'll fucking love Tyson. Why don't tell me how much you despise me while I make you cum."

His mouth came down onto her lager flavoured tits, sucking and nibbling gently, his tongue flickering over her hard nipples, groaning onto them. It was a total contrast to the fucking her brutalised cunt was getting. His thumb circled her clit insistently, teasing it out from under its hood. Her torn, swollen, bloody little cunt was working its magic on his cock. She felt in-fucking-credible and Jason had the luxury of being able to slam his huge dick balls deep into the hot, wet, tight fuckhole he had torn for himself. When he made her cum for him, it was going to be awesome.

So far it was hands down the best fuck he'd ever had. Too bad he'd have to waste the bitch once he was done with her.

 

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Laura squealed as he ground down into her, pushing as deep into her poor, maimed pussy as it was possible for him to go. He grabbed her throat and continued to taunt her, his eyes gleaming with lust and triumph.

"So how does it feel to be a woman?" He pulled back, dragging his thick cockhead back through her torn and bleeding flesh before plunging into her once more, making nausea rise in her gut. "How does it feel to be my woman?"

"You evil fucking bastard!" She shrieked, maddened by the pain as he began taking her harder and faster. "Get that thing out of me! Please get it out! It hurts too much... I can't... I can't take it... please!"

Completely unmoved by her suffering, he casually reached out for a remote control and turned some music on, drowning out her pleas. He took a pull from his beer can and then tipped it over her, splashing her breasts and belly with lager. Then his phone rang.

He choked her to keep her quiet, the cold, hard menace in his expression warning Laura that if she made a sound she would deeply regret it. He carried right on fucking her as he talked to his friends and to her horror, he invited one of them over. She was growing faint when he released her and she was too weak to protest as he began kissing and nibbling her breasts. He circled her clit with his thumb and pined as she was beneath him, there was no squirming away from the sensation. He forced her body to respond to him, enjoying the humiliation it was causing her. She felt the nausea in her belly being replaced by heat as he worked, her poor pussy moistening and her muscles tensing with something other than pain and fear.

"You hate me, don't you bitch? Don't worry, you'll fucking love Tyson. Why don't tell me how much you despise me while I make you cum."

She wanted to scream that there was no way in hell she was ever going to cum for him but already Laura knew better. Hot tears of rage and humiliation flowed down her face and she turned away from him, hoping to be able to mentally detach herself from what he was doing to her.

 

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Jason paused to backhand her across the face. "You will fucking look at me, cunt." He hissed. Some of her tears were streaked across his knuckles and he licked them off. He glared down at her. Her perfect little face was smeared with tears and precum. Angry red marks showed where he had struck her and her bottom lip would be swollen by morning. Her throat was bright red and covered in gouge marks. Her pale skin was like a canvas. Every time he he was rough with her, she would wear the marks for days. The thought made Jason's cock throb.

He slowed the pace of his fucking but still pushed his victim's body towards orgasm. Jason should have been savouring every whimper and sigh but he was distracted. There was no way he was going to prison, no fucking way. He should kill her. He should kill her and burn her body, because raping her would leave DNA evidence. Jason knew he could go through with it. He had never killed before... hell... he had never raped before. He knew he could do it though; kill her, burn her, dump her, keep his mouth shut and act normally. He would have an accomplice too. Once Tyson stepped into the caravan he was going to be in up to his neck and he'd know it. Tyson would never grass to the police and that meant he'd have to help Jason waste the bitch. Jason knew Tyson wouldn't be able to resist fucking her but even if he refused to, he'd still have to help Jason... and by that logic, Tyson might as well fuck her.

Jason focused his attention on the girl again. He didn't even know her name. He could see she was holding herself in, staring up at him sullenly and trying not to react. Stubborn little bitch. Jason pulled out, his cock smeared with her blood.

"Aww, is the Earth not moving for you yet?"

He tipped her legs back and spat on her arsehole, enjoying the jolt of terror that went through her as she realised what he was about to do. Jason shoved two thick fingers into her and then separated them in order to open her up. He spat into her arsehole, lined up his slick, fat cockhead and forced his way into her. She was so fucking tight back there. Her arsehole tried to close and could do nothing but flex futilely on his shaft as he pressed his whole length in.

"Now you're really not a virgin."

He started fucking her ass with deep, long strokes. Jason spat on her pussy and went to work on her clit again, using more speed and pressure. He pushed two fingers into her empty cunt and scissored them, probing for her G spot.

"Like that, eh bitch? How does it feel to have your arse crammed full of cock?" Jason could feel himself getting close now. He grinned down at her evilly, spitting onto her cunt again and working her clit furiously. "You're gonna cum for me bitch. You're gonna cum while I rape your virgin arsehole. And guess what? You're going to say my name. When you cum for me, you're going to call out my name, because if you don't I will fuck your pretty little throat with my shitstained cock. You got that bitch?"

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and spanked it. He gripped her by one arsecheek and fucked her as hard and fast as his powerful body would let him. He kept his thumb clamped over her clit, watching her writhe helplessly as he forced her to orgasm.

"My name is Jason."

Damn. Now he was definitely going to have to kill her.

 

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She had thought having his huge cock in her pussy was enough of an ordeal but in her ass he burned like fire. The pace he went at caused the spit he had lubricated her with to evaporate almost immediately, leaving him pounding into her dry, lacerated arsehole. The raw pain in her arse was a total contrast to the wetness of her bleeding, empty pussy. He pushed two fingers into her and pressed down against some spot inside her. Laura's pussy flooded instantly, her clit throbbed and she knew she was lost. After that it was just a matter of time until she came for him.

"You're gonna cum for me bitch. You're gonna cum while I rape your virgin arsehole. And guess what? You're going to say my name. When you cum for me, you're going to call out my name, because if you don't I will fuck your pretty little throat with my shitstained cock. You got that bitch? My name is Jason."

Laura screamed as her body crunched into orgasm, pleasure and pain warring within her. Somewhere on an agonised shriek that tore the sky, was the name 'Jason.'

 

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Jason watched her cum for him, her tight arse trying to snap his cock off as she bucked and yelled. He pulled out as she calmed down and climbed up her body to force it into her mouth. His cock was covered in blood, juice and shit. It was slimy and malodorous. Ignoring her protests, Jason grabbed her hair, angled her head and slammed it into her throat. He shot his load straight down into her belly, roaring in pleasure as he did so. Jason almost chuckled at the reproach in her eyes as he pulled out, making her retch and gag all over again.

"I lied. I do that."

There was a heavy knock at the door. Jason smiled down at her.

"We've got company. Better make you look presentable. One minute!" He yelled at the caravan door. He poured some lager down the girl's throat by way of washing her mouth out. Her torn cunt and stretched arsehole he could do nothing about and seeing the bleeding he had caused was a turn on. Jason gripped her chin, digging his fingers in to her jaw, hurting her.

"Not a fucking peep bitch, understand? I will end you."

He pulled on his jeans and strode to the door. Tyson had a bottle of Jack in one hand and cigarettes in the other. "I brought the party man. You got a girl in there huh?" Jason paused in his sitting area, blocking Tyson's view of the bedroom.

"Yeah, I've got a girl. I had to um... persuade this one to come back with me though. She's a stuck up little bitch." He paused and looked at Tyson intently. "She's tied to my bed."

Tyson was already drunk and high. The implications of that statement took a few seconds to sink in. "Jason... what the fuck have you done?"

Jason smiled, lowering his voice so the girl didn't hear and start yelling.

"The question mate, is what haven't I fucking done? The question is... what can't you do to a pretty little cunt that's tied down to my bed?"

Tyson shifted from foot to foot, eyeing the bedroom door uncertainly. "I dunno mate. I just came over for a bit of fun. This is all a bit heavy man."

Jason knew he had him. Tyson wasn't angry or outraged, he wasn't trying to save the girl or call out the police... and he wasn't leaving.

"And when did you last have a bit of fun eh? All the girls round here think we're scum. Haven't you ever wanted to teach one a lesson? This bitch pissed me off. I was drunk and I lost my rag. But she's here now mate and I've already fucked the arse off of it. You might as well have a ride before I get rid of her."

"Get rid of her?"

"Look, I haven't thought that far ahead. If you have a bright idea that doesn't involve me doing time or her pushing up daisies, let me know. I can't handle the fallout from this on my own mate. I've fucked up. I need your help."

Tyson nodded slowly, to drunk to give the moral dilemma much thought.

"And if you're going to help me, it's only fair that you get to do her too. She's fucking stunning Tyson. Have a bit of fun with me and we'll decide what to do with her in the morning, ok?"

Tyson hesitated and then sighed. "Ok. But you better think up something by then." He waved the cigarette packet. "I brought some charlie over and I got some viagras off my dealer."

Jason smiled evilly.

He led the way into his room and heard Tyson's indrawn breath when he saw her, all dishevelled and mutinous on the bed.

"This is Tyson. Tyson, this is 'uppity cunt' from the pub. Time to get this party started." Jason straddled the girl and pinched her nose. "Gimme a pill." He stuffed the pill into the back of her mouth and poured whiskey down her throat till she swallowed it. Tyson chopped some lines of charlie on a chest of drawers. Jason could tell the girl had never touched drugs before. He didn't want to untie her and he knew she wouldn't snort it willingly. He did want her high though. He took a pinch of coke and jammed his finger and thumb into her slick arsehole. Jason rubbed the powder into the walls of her arse and then removed his finger. He stuffed her top back into her mouth to keep her quiet and the turned away to do a couple of lines himself.

"Might as well have a drink while that stuff works its magic." He said. Jason sat down on the bed beside the girl and Tyson went to sit the other side of her. They had a cigarette each and passed the whiskey bottle back and forth, talking about football as though she wasn't even there.



Tyson: http://freshplays.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/van-vicker-dsc_0038.jpg

 

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[Hmm.. the pic I linked to doesn't work any more. I'm going to put an attachment on this post, hope that's ok.]

Laura nearly threw up as Jason crammed his filthy cock into her mouth. His cum was thick and bitter too, because he'd been drinking and smoking. He slammed his length into her throat and damn near snapped her neck in his quest to cum as deep inside her as possible. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn't blown his load in her pussy because she wasn't on the pill or anything. She bucked and retched as light headedness rolled in upon her again. Jason finally deigned to pull his deflating cock out of her.

"I lied. I do that." He sneered.

Someone knocked on the door and Jason leaped into action. He poured lager down Laura's throat until it felt like she was drowning. Her red hair was tousled and he swept it out of her face. Then he gripped her chin and threatened her again.

"Not a fucking peep bitch, understand? I will end you."

He dragged on his jeans and left the room. Laura heard another male voice and felt heavy footsteps vibrate through the caravan but Jason's music drowned out their conversation. She could only stare at the door in trepidation and wait for them to walk in. Laura's wrists twisted against her binding for the thousandth time but it was no good. The skin there was broken and bloody now, burning with friction against the tightly tied thong.

She heard them approaching and cowered against the headboard a little. A mixed race guy shouldered his way through the narrow door and Laura could only stare at him in horror. He was broad shouldered and muscular and she could only imagine how big is fucking cock was. His eyes widened in shock at the state she was in but the guy quickly checked it. Clearly Jason was in charge here.

"This is Tyson. Tyson, this is 'uppity cunt' from the pub. Time to get this party started... Gimme a pill."

Laura shook her head and croaked a protest through swollen lips and a maimed throat. She recognised the little blue pill from countless internet and newspaper ads. Jason stuffed it into the back of her mouth and poured neat bourbon down her until she swallowed it. The alcohol increased the raw pain there exponentially and Laura began to cry, hot tears of rage, pain and terror splashing down her contorted face.

The black guy was chopping up lines of white powder and once more Jason's gaze fell upon her. He took a pinch of cocaine and jammed it into her bleeding backside. Laura cried out with the pain but all she achieved was to cause even more agony in her throat. Jason sniggered and turned back to Tyson so he could take some of the drug himself.

Then they sat down and started chatting over her head as though she wasn't there. The neat whiskey had made Laura drunk and a belligerent part of herself wanted to yell at them but fortunately she knew better than to tempt the wrath of two drunk, high, horny men. Instead of being sedated somewhat by the alcohol though, Laura found herself feeling wired and restless. In addition to that, her lips, pussy and nipples began to feel slightly swollen. Her pussy ached and throbbed in a way that aroused her despite the pain down there. Her nipples were still bullet hard and they began to pulse lazily. Laura licked her lips and the experience was a revelation, her hyper-sensitised tongue exploring her whiskey drenched , sensitive lips. Laura had to fight the urge to squirm on the bed. She had an overwhelming desire to masturbate and she pressed her thighs together experimentally, gratified by a jolt of pleasure shooting through her clit. Laura's pain and discomfort was also heightened but it only served to make her more turned on.

 

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Jason smiled inside as the cocktail of drugs and booze went to work on his trussed up victim. The whiskey he had fed her alone would be enough to addle the tiny little bitch. He took the bottle of Jack from Tyson and smiled across at his friend.

"I'd say she's about ready for you."

Jason knew Tyson would want some privacy so he could fuck her but his own little blue pill was having an effect on him and he didn't think he could wait that long. An image of the two of them spitroasting the girl played in his mind. He had never done anything like that before, never been naked in front of another guy but he knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to cocksize and Tyson was hardly likely to start giving him the queer eye. He decided to let Tyson get busy, do a couple more lines and then join in the fun. Jason rose and put down the whiskey.

"I'm gonna have a wash." He announced. "Bitch has a real tight asshole." He added with a satisfied smirk. Jason stomped through to his tiny bathroom, reeling a little from the booze and drugs.

Tyson was still in two minds about raping the girl but she was so damn hot and he could smell the sex on her. She turned pleading eyes on him, desperately hoping he was going to change his mind and help her. Tyson hardened his heart and his eyes were cold as he regarded her. Jason and he went way back and his friend had called in a solid favour. Now was no time to be chickening out, not when this pretty little thing was lying there naked, drunk, high and hornier than she'd ever been.

"Don't start with me." He warned her. "I didn't get you into this and I'm not getting you out of it."

He rose and undressed, revealing an impressive 8inch cock that was eye-wateringly thick. He straddled her lower body and started squeezing her tits. He wanted to suck them but he knew Jason would have been there already. Tyson reached over and untied the girl, his weight keeping her captive beneath him.

"Those wrists look painful." He commented neutrally. "Be a good little bitch and I won't have to tie them again, understand?" He took hold of her by her hair and guided her onto the floor. Tyson sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her, pulling her face against his cock so he could rub it against her.

"You ever have black bitch?" He asked, his pungent precum smearing her cheeks. "You better work this cock like your life depends on it."

Tyson shoved himself into her hot mouth but apart from keeping her in place by her hair, he didn't use any force. He wanted her to do the work.

"Because it does." He hissed menacingly, enjoying the jolt of fear that went through the little cunt at his words.

 

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Laura started sucking Tyson's cock. She knew he wouldn't take no for an answer and she didn't need his psycho friend returning to persuade her. Laura reasoned that the best way to get through this was to get this guy off as soon as possible. She closed her eyes and went to work, fairly inexperienced but trying her best nonetheless. His taste and aroma were very different to Jason's, for which she was thankful. She needed no reminder of what he had just put her through. There was a small chance that by 'being a good little bitch' she might get him to take a shine to her and rescue her from his friend.

She could hear Jason clattering around in the bathroom and hoped desperately that he wasn't going to come back and stir Tyson up. Tyson had the air of one who is easily led and Jason had the charismatic aura of a guy who routinely leads his friends astray. She didn't think it'd take a huge amount of work on the powerfully built, drunk, high black man to have him treating her like utter shit the way Jason had.

Laura really hoped she was wrong.

 

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Jason sat on his little chemical toilet and listened. There were no screams, no ominous thumps, no shouts from Tyson. Man was a pussy. Jason was fired up now and the cocktail of cocaine and viagra had stirred him further. He itched to brutalise the girl some more. He crept back through to the bedroom door, covered by the rock music. Tyson had her sucking his cock. Her hands were free and she appeared to be making an effort.

"Yeah." Tyson groaned quietly. "Suck it like you mean it bitch... a little faster... stroke my balls."

Tyson sounded ominously close and Jason wasn't having that. Once he'd blown his load he'd lose interest in abusing the girl and might even regret what he'd done. Jason strode into the room, making the girl flinch and break her rhythm, good. He went over to chop another few lines for them all, as though it hadn't been his intention to interrupt. Tyson pulled out of her mouth and got the girl to get up on the bed again. Jason still didn't know the little cunt's name but that just added to the fun for him. He wondered idly whether Tyson had bothered to ask her. Tyson put her on her hands and knees and started fucking her from behind. He gripped her hips tightly but there was none of the wild spanking, hair-pulling and namecalling that Jason would have enjoyed. He took a couple lines through a rolled up note.

"I chopped a couple for you man."

Tyson pulled out of the girl to go and take the drugs. Jason moved around in front of her and ripped open the button fly on his jeans. He sneered down at her before pulling her onto his cock by the hair till she gagged. Tyson turned round.

"I wasn't done with her yet."

"Her tight little cunt is all yours. I'm just keeping her mouth busy."

Tyson approached the girl and Jason saw his cock for the first time. It was thick enough that he even felt sorry for their victim. She flinched and yelped on his dick while Tyson re-entered her. The two men started using her hard now, both striving to get as deep as possible, both aided by the other guy's efforts. Poor bitch was getting a spit-roast. Tyson paused momentarily, addressing Jason while keeping his eyes on the girl.

"She's choking."

"She'll live. I like it. Feels fucking amazing when she gags on my dick. You should try it later."

The guys went back to work, Tyson this time being rougher with her, obviously thinking over what Jason had said.

 

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Laura had been doing a good job on Tyson's cock. It beat being smacked around and raped by Jason. She was trying to drag things out for Tyson without appearing unenthusiastic or unskilled, figuring that it would draw out the time until Jason used her again.

Jason clattered back into the room loudly, his intoxication clearly evident. Laura had paused momentarily, afraid that Jason might claim her for himself again. He turned to the drugs though, chopping up more of the white powder. Laura's buzz was beginning to peak and her pussy throbbed with need, despite how Jason had brutalised it. The viagra he had given her was making the pain arousing. Tyson moved her onto the bed and took her from behind. Laura found herself having to resist the urge to press back onto his thick meat.

"I chopped a couple for you man."

Tyson left the bed to take more drugs and Jason wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and making her suck him. He deliberately angled himself so he was punching his cockhead against her throat, demanding entry. Laura began gagging hopelessly as Tyson spoke.

"I wasn't done with her yet."

"Her tight little cunt is all yours. I'm just keeping her mouth busy."

Jason yanked Laura onto his cock but her throat was sore and swollen now, denying him access. Tyson moved back behind her and entered her again clumsily, poking around none too gently with his cock before finding her maimed little pussy once more. The two men went quiet and settled into a rhythm. After a few moments they synchronised so that they were both pushing into her at the same time. Jason held her head up and back by her hair, lancing his cock as far back as possible. Tyson pumped into her pussy, gripping her hips firmly. After a few minutes though, Tyson fell out of rhythm and stopped.

"She's choking." He said simply, his voice bearing a note of concern.

"She'll live. I like it. Feels fucking amazing when she gags on my dick. You should try it later."

The guys went back to raping her, Tyson pushing harder this time, cramming deeper into Laura than she thought she could handle, swearing quietly. Jason was spurred on by this, yanking Laura by the hair onto each savage thrust until he popped into her abused throat. He kept right on fucking, upping the pace so his friend followed suit. Laura tried to snatch fractions of breaths but the thick saliva welling up from her ravaged throat was making it impossible. If Tyson tried throat-raping her later, he'd probably kill her with his big, thick cock.

Laura found that she didn't really care. Her mind started to cloud. She closed her eyes, fed up of staring at Jason's pelvis. Her limbs started to liquefy as she got closer to fainting. A raw heat pooled in her belly, mingled agony and arousal. Her pussy was wet and she had no clue whether it was from blood or juice. Laura's battered pussy flexed on Tyson, making her moan involuntarily onto Jason's cock. Against all logic, reason and abject terror, she was getting close to orgasm.