The Ant Hill (Closed for Kissdance and Jezebel1669)

[kissdance]

"Hot damn, look at those tits!"

The man with the missing teeth on his gum and the greasy ball cap chortles as he cuts open the front of your blouse. The tip of this buck knife pushes under the strap between your bra cups. He lifts it, and the blade slices clean through the strap. Dirty fingers flip the bra cups to the side, exposing your breasts to the eyes of everyone squatting around you.

"What you gonna do? jack off?" one of them pushes the other to the ground and gives him a kick, while the others roar in laughter "fuck you!" the one on the ground gets back up and gives his attacker a shove before they are pulled apart.

You are on the ground, on your back, your body stretched in an X, arms up, legs spread wide open, your wrists and ankles bound by wires to stakes driven deep into the dirt. You know there will be no mercy from these men. The are cultists, rapists, practitioners of undreamt of sexual depravities.

They lean over you, their ugly faces leering down at you, A hand slides up the inside of your thigh, pushing your skirt up to your waist. Another hand tugs at the waist band of your panties....yanking them down. They cut at your clothes.

"Damn! look at her! Why, the slut's wet!"

you know that being gang raped is going to be the least of your worries

 

[Jezebel1669]

I want to call out for help, to cry to anyone who can hear me to help stop these sick and twisted bastards from touching my young, slender body any more than they already have, but as soon as I opening my mouth I feel something shoved roughly into it. A familiar taste spreads across my tongue and it takes a moment for me to realise that its my damp panties now pressing down against it, or at least the strips of fabric which remain of them once the buck knives, hunting blades and teeth have finished ripping them from my crotch.

"We'll have none of that Missy," the man wearing the town sheriff's uniform says to me, giving my cheek a playful slap before reaching down and grasping my nipple tightly between his fingers, "We wouldn't want to be upsetting the local wildlife now, would we?" He asked rhetorically, twisting his finger sharply and causing he to arch my back, screaming out in pain.

These men seemed to know exactly what they were doing, their hands and knives working methodically and efficiently to strip me down until my naked body lay quivering beneath the star, lit from all sides by their truck headlights. I begin to wonder just how many times they've done this before, just how many girls have been strapped down and 'taken advantage of' by them as I'm about to be. The word hangs in the back of my mind, but I still don't want to acknowledge it just yet, still desperately expecting to be saved at any moment.

My friends told me the backpacking trip would be a bad idea, but once Jenny had agreed to it I managed to convince myself that the stories of hillbilly rapists and mountain men cults were only that, stories. Now, as I lay here with every inch of my body exposed to the men as they twirled their glittering blades in the glow of the headlights, I realise just how foolish I'd been, and begged to whatever gods may be listening that at least Jenny had managed to run just a little faster than I had.

 

[kissdance]

No she did not, a fact made abundantly clear when you hear her familiar voice, screaming in the distance. And then her screams muffled, though still audible. There were rude laughter, males voices, whoops and hollers. Then more muffled screams. It is not hard to imagine what is happening to Jenny. There can only be one thing from the agonized noise she is making.

"Damn, the boys are having fun tonight!" The sheriff chuckles, cocking his ear before turning back to your with a leering grin. "You came here to have some fun yourself, didn't ya? huh?" His thick fingers release your nipple, only to immediately re-capture it before your breast flesh could snap back. Slowly he rubs as he pinches.

"C'mon boys, lets show her the kind of fun she can have here"
"Oh yeah" The others laugh.
"Now this, this is a very special treat" One of the is spraying a cream from a can onto his hand. The next moment his hand is sliding over your midriff, smearing the dollop of sweet-smelling cream over your skin, from your belly to your hipbones, then up to your ribcage.

"Gimme!" another snatches the can away..he sprays the cream directly into his mouth before he turns the nozzle on you, spraying the white cream across your chest, nipple to nipple. And the sheriff, smear them over your tits, roughly kneading, coating your skin with the sweet cream.

 

[Jezebel1669]

The frothing foam feels strange against my skin, chilly and slick as it slowly begins to spread from the point where it had been squirted. A moment later I feel the men's hands all over my body, the sheriff's on my breasts and his friends working over my abdomen as they smear the sticky white cream all over my dark skin.

At first I squirm, trying to keep their rough fingers away from my most sensitive spots but I soon realise that bound as I am I'm helpless to stop them as the hunters' hands wipe the dairy product over every inch they can, their fingers working it into my naval, under my large, sagging breasts and up as for as my neck.

After a few minutes the sheriff kicks his men aside. "Get back, this next part's my favourite," he tells them and at first they just glare at him, their sport interrupted just as their hands were beginning to work their way down to my thighs. Turning on them the sheriff dropped a slick, cream-fingered hand down onto his sidearm as he returned their dark look in spades. "Remember what happened to Billy-Joe," he said, nodding his head over at a member of the party hanging over to the side not getting involved in the evening's entertainment, the lack of bulge at his crotch reminding them exactly why the big man was the one in charge.

As they backed away the sheriff turned back to me, his hands once more reaching out to caress my quivering body as its creamy coating caused my black skin to glisten under the glow of the headlights. "Okay Missy, time for the real action to start," the bull of a man said, drawing himself closer.

I tried to turn my head away, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to hide from what was about to happen to me, but Jenny's echoing cries calling out from the darkness nearby only made the images flowing through my head worse, and as the law man loomed ever closer I could feel the mixture of milk and vaginal fluids dribbling down my thighs.