Picture:
      A young woman, 23 years old, bright, personable, attractive.  She
stands 5'9" and weighs 138 lbs.  Of Italian descent, she has the fine
chiselled features of Rome, with a strong, aquiline nose, sharp
cheekbones, and large, beautiful brown eyes to match her straight light
brown  hair which is cut to shoulder length.  She has a strong chin and
a generous mouth which frequently breaks into a dazzling smile.  A
beautiful woman, her body is firm and fit.  Her legs, long, shapely,
well-muscled, and tanned a smooth brown,catch the eye, especially with
her tendency toward short, flirty skirts, shorts, or spandex. Her legs give
way to two firm, well-shaped buttocks, which in turn lead to a narrow
waist and strong, flat stomach.  Her breasts are two perfect size B globes
set high on her chest,each one capped by a small pink nipple.  Her
name is Christina.
      She is walking home late that night, wishing she hadn't worn such
a short skirt, or at least had worn some stockings.  But she has just
finished speaking to, and flirting with, her T.A., and she had figured she
had best go prepared.  So she had put on some light makeup,a
sleeveless white blouse with a muscle-T under it instead of a bra, both
arranged so as to show a wide expanse of chest, yet not revealing
anything of her breasts, and a loose, short,plaid, pleated, "school-girl"
skirt to show her legs and thighs to their best advantage.  The meeting
had gone well, too.  A few suggestions and she had arranged a date--it
helped when he couldn't take his eyes off her legs.  A few more
"suggestions", she figures, and she would have both a good time--she
finds him extremely handsome--and a great "tutor" for the class.
      She shivers, goose bumps standing out on her legs and arms, as
she begins the 200 yard march through Midnight Alley, so named
because even during the day the trees shadowed it from the sun. 
Bushes and shrubs and clearing stand among the trees and are refuge
for the homeless and the criminal.  She isn't worried, though, since she
has walked this way many times before.  Still, she looks around and
wishes there were others present.
      Striding purposefully through the Alley, she hears a rustling in the
bushes to her left.  She half turns toward the sound when she feels
someone behind her.  She draws in a breath to scream, but it is too late
as a large cloth engulfs the lower half of her face and drags her head
backwards, her body stumbling after it.  She crashes into a body behind
her, her scream choked by the reflex effort of staying upright.  The
body, she thinks, is a target:  she prepares to attack it and escape.  Her
panic rises, though, as she hears leaves rustle under her feet, and
she realizes she's been pulled off the path and any easy path to
freedom.  She pulls her hands away from the cloth around her face
and prepares to elbow her attacker. Suddenly another body crashes into
her front, knocking her and her attacker to the ground. Her breath
whooshes out of her as she feels arms wrap around her torso.
    A voice from the body beneath her curses as she struggles, her arms
now pinned to her sides, only her magnificent legs free, and whispers
harshly, "Get her, goddammit, get her."
      "Shut up and tie it off," is the response.  Her breath comes ragged as
her panic peaks. A strangled, muffled cry comes from her throat as
all her strength releases itself as she bucks upwards, throwing the body
atop her to the side.  All is chaos for a moment, black forms of men
below her and to the side, dark bushes and trees obscuring her sight,
flashes of images that her mind, in its panic, does not bother to process. 
Her head comes free for a moment and she is on her hands and knees,
scrambling to stand as her blouse is ripped from her as she pulls away. 
She reaches for the cloth still around her face and half stands half
crouches, ready to flee, so close to freedom, when she is tackled from
behind.
      "Uuuhh," she cries as she lands hard on the ground, her wind
leaving her in a painful burst. The man atop her is big and strong, and
her struggles pause as she recovers.  He is straddling her back, holding
her down with his weight.  Her head snaps back as he pulls on the
cloth around her lower face, her hands reach out in front of her,
scrabbling in the dirt for purchase, for some escape.  The cloth bunches
up and is pulled harshly into her mouth, drawing her lips back from her
teeth and strangling her tongue.  "Aaaahhhhhhgggg!"she cries, her hands
grabbing at the restraining cloth.  Her whole body is pulled up as her
head is pulled back, and a picture of herself flashes before her eyes:  on
her stomach in the dirt, a man straddling her lower back.  Her legs, long,
tan, and muscular, kicking behind her, powerless to help.  Her
school-girl skirt barely covers her muscular buttocks from the eyes of
her second attacker.  Her head and upper body is pulled back by the
man on top of her, using the cloth like a bit in a horses mouth.  Her
back is arched back, her breasts clearing her ground, hanging loose,
covered only by a flimsy muscle-T.  Her large brown eyes are wide and
rolling in panic as her body is brought under control.  Like an
animal,she thinks briefly, like an animal.
      Her head is released suddenly, but the cloth is still there.  She bangs
her face against the ground, stunning herself momentarily.  Hands grab
her wrists, tearing their grip from the cloth and dragging them behind
her.  "Gimme the cuffs," she hears one of them say, and rocks her body
back and forth, trying to escape, knowing it is futile as she feels the cold
metal around her wrists.  "Gotcha bitch," she hears one of them gloat.
      She stills, catches her breath, and senses that they do the same.  One
of them says,"Let's see what we got," and the one on her back moves off
her and rolls her over onto her back and arms.  For the first time she
sees her attackers in the dim light of the moon through the trees.  One
is big, 6'3" and at least 240 lbs.  The other is 5'11 and about 175 lbs.Both
are muscular and well built, and both have ski masks obscuring their
faces, which she finds all the more terrifying, although a small portion
of her mind holds out hope that this means that they intend on letting
her go.
      Her nostrils flaring, her chest heaving, she makes one last attempt
to escape, drawing her legs up and kicking out, flopping with an
"ooofff" back on the ground like a landed fish.Her abductors merely
move back and then grab her when she lands, the big one now
straddling her midriff and the small one lying across her legs, holding
them down.
     "Not bad," says the big one as he runs his hands over her chest,
pushing the flimsy T across her shoulders.  "Not bad at all."  His hands
burn on her breasts, and she pleads with her eyes and squirms under his
rough treatment as he squeezes them and pinches the nipples and rolls
them around between his fingers.
      "Eeeeessss  oooooo" she whimpers through her gag as he moves off
her, still keeping one arm across her waist to hold her down, and bends
down and takes one into his mouth,producing a strong burning
sensation through her chest and upper body.  She groans in humiliation
as she feels the small one tug her skirt from her body.
      "Man," he says, "you should check out these legs.  They're goddamn
gorgeous."  He's sitting on her knees, running his hands up and down
her thighs, slapping and pinching them just to see her squirm.  She
struggles as he slides his knees between hers and slides his body down
against her legs until his head is just above and between her upper
thighs.
      "Aaaaaarrrrgggghhh" she screams through her gag and tenses her
body until it is as taunt as a bowstring as the big one bites down hard
on her nipple.  She begins trembling uncontrollably when she feels the
hot breath of the smaller one between her thighs and against her sex. 
With one smooth motion he grabs her panties and stands, removing her
last shred of clothing, lifting her legs for a moment in a 120 degree arc
from her body. Startled, she stops shaking, only to start again when
he drops back down to her crotch, his nose gently nuzzling her sparse
brown pubic hair.
      The big one has stopped sucking on her breasts and is
absentmindedly mauling them while watching his partner play with her
pussy.  Her trembling increases as she feels the gentle caress of his
tongue against her labia, the moisture of his breath making it moist and
warm.  She bucks her hips upward, trying to dislodge him, but he holds
on and continues to gently lick around her labia, avoiding her clitoral
area.
      "We sure got ourselves a hot one," the big one comments, leaning
across her again and sucking on the side of her neck.  She is shaking
uncontrollably now, trembling in fear and reaction, and she flashes back
to her first time.  She had been 13 and he had been 16 and exceedingly
handsome.  She remembers trembling then like she is now, but then it
was from apprehension.  She had been teasing him and herself for
months with flirting and petting and heavy petting, but hadn't been sure
she wanted to go all the way.  It hadn't mattered to him, though, and
she remembers half-heartedly trying to push him off when he climbed
on top of her, wanting and not wanting him to continue.  She
remembers the exquisite agony of that first penetration, and his
powerful, silent form as he thrust maniacally into her.  She had
screamed with the shock of the pain, and shook like a leaf as she was
impaled forcefully on his cock.  She remembers him stopping, his face
a mask of concentration, stopping for minutes at a time, just holding
himself inside her, then continuing the brutal onslaught.  She remembers
how the pain turned into an exquisite pleasure, and unbearably
overwhelming ecstacy, and how she began to grunt in time to his
impalings.  She remembers him bringing her to a screaming, bucking,
thrashing, clawing climax before he dumped his seed inside her.
      She remembers all that while her rapists abuse her body.  One is
swirling his tongue around her clitoris, sending jolting sensations
through her body.  The other is sucking on her neck and chest, moving
his mouth across her nipples, nibbling and bruising her body with his
mouth and hands, causing her to squirm in a pain that borders on
pleasure.  She arches her back and swings her hips back and forth
in a frenzy when the small one takes her clit between his lips and bites
down softly--the sensations are too much, she cannot take it. 
"Uuuhhggg...aaaahhhh...oooooo" she whimpers and begs as the assault
on her clitoris and breasts continue, driving her into a painful fever pitch
of sensation.
      She blushes in shame as she feels her sex warm and moisten, her
labia getting that slippery feeling of sexual desire.  "Ooooooo" she
cries out as she feels the small one, still assaulting her clitoris with his
tongue, slide his fingers easily into her now slick cunt.  She has never
before felt this humiliated in all her life; they are treating her as less than
human,as some piece of meat to satisfy their hate and their lust.  She
wants to tell them they don't have to do this, that she they're her
type--big, strong, muscular.  All they need do is a little flirting, a little
play, and she'd enjoy sex with them.  But not like this, not with dirt
pressing into her ass, with her arms painfully behind her, not gagged
and bound and taken like an animal.  Please, please she thinks while
she squirms around, trying to dislodge the fingers and mouth which are
providing such exquisite sensations to her body.
      "Out of the way," she hears the small one say urgently, "she's all
ready to go, and I've got to have me a piece of this meat."  Suddenly
the big one is gone and the small one is on top of her, his legs holding
hers apart and his cock pressing insistently against her vagina. He looks
down into her eyes, smiles, and says, "You really want this, don't you,
you whore?"
      She shakes her head violently, "oooooo!  oooooo!"  Noooooo! 
Nooooo! she tries to say as he thrust hard into her.  She almost weeps
as she feels him enter her, and her mind cringes at the thought of her
rape.  It is a painless entrance, so like so many others she had
experiences, but so different because this one is against her will.  Now
he is laying full against her, his shirt scraping her tenderized nipples and
breasts, sending teeth-jarring sensations across them, his pelvis pressing
against her sensitized clitoris, washing a wave of unwanted pleasure
across her frame.
    He is whispering in her ear as he slowly begins to fuck her, using
a gentle circular motion to his thrusts to put the most pressure on her
clitoris and keeping his body up against her chest.  "I know you want it
whore," he whispers.  "From the first time I saw you I knew, with
that short skirt and those long legs....  And the way you juiced up for
me. You're nothing but a pig slut, a goddamn fucking machine.  Good
for nothing but fucking in the dirt.  A whore, a cheap, slutty, worthless,
fucking whore."
      "You like that cunt?" he continues as he bore down on her, his
motions atop her sending her body into a trembling need.  He is
fucking her slowly, deliberately, brutally; he is trying to humiliate her
with her own body, and she feels him winning.  A warmth spreads from
her loins down her thighs and up her body, through her breasts, to her
face.  What feels like sparkling cracks of electricity dance up and down
her body, sending her trembling in sexual desire.  She feels debased,
humiliated, betrayed, as she spreads her legs wider for her rapist, lifting
them into her air and locking her ankles around her back.  The
struggle,the adrenaline, the mauling of her body, the humiliation, the
force of her taking all served now only as a powerful aphrodisiac
as she began to thrust back against him, striving for release from an
overwhelming sexual tension.
      "Uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh...uuuuhhh..." she grunts through her gag, and
is cut off as he places his mouth against her, his fucking rhythm
turning violent, urgent, pounding, matching her own.  She feels her
orgasm build...build...build...and take control as her back lifts from the
ground, her body jolted by waves pure ecstacy.  She feels her rapist
hold himself deep inside her and hears him grunt out his own orgasm,
and she thinks that now she has been taken, now she has been truly
raped.  The thought sends her another climax, stronger than the first,
making her thighs tremble and her legs jerk wildly in the air as the
sensations crash against her brain.
      When she finally calms, he is still laying atop her, his cock still
inside her, a slow smile spreading across his face.  "Fucking whore,"
he says softly as he climbs off her, and she feels like one.
      She groans as the big one says "My turn," but there is no fight left in
her; she has been beaten, conquered.  She lays there unresisting as
he moves over toward her, his pants removed and his cock swaying
turgid before him.  She moans as her rolls her over onto her stomach,
agony lancing through her arms as her weight comes off them.  She
feels him wipe the dirt off her back and ass and thighs, and is thankful
for it.  Kneeling behind her, he lifts her up onto her knees, her legs
spread wide to either side of his.  With one hand he presses on her
upper back, keeping her face pressed into the moist ground, while with
the other he holds her hips in place.
      The small one comes around and places his hands against her
shoulders so his friend can guide his cock into her now gaping vagina,
runny with her and her rapist's juices.  She closes her eyes in shame as
he pushes into her raped hole, feeling the sperm previously there
squeezed out and sliding slowly down her inner thigh.  Please, she
thinks, let him be done soon; she feels humiliated in this position, ass
up in the air, anus and vagina exposed,face in the dirt.  She is surprised
then when he pulls out, and groans inwardly as he places his cock
against her anus.  He is going to assfuck her, she thinks.  She had had
anal sex before, and remembers the initial pain and the general
lack of pleasure.  Not that these two men care about her pleasure, she
thinks, except to use it to further debase her.
      "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhgggg!" she gurgles as he pushes past her tight
sphinctal ring, unable to keep from jerking forward, trying to escape the
penetration, only to be jerked back violently by the brutal strength of
the hands on her hips to be impaled further on his cock. The pain flares
throughout her body, bringing her to life again as she instinctively tries
to escape the pain, knowing it is useless.  Slowly, her rapist builds up a
steady rhythm, punctuated by his balls slapping obscenely against her
exposed sex.  The pain lessens to a distant tingling throughout her
body, and she waits, waits for him to finish using her body as a
depository for his sperm.
      She grunts as he grabs her upper arm and pulls her up against him,
his cock buried deep in her bowels.  He continues to thrust up into her
as he begins to suck on her neck. On hand begins exploring her chest,
rubbing across her tender breasts, while the other stabs at her still
sensitive cunt, causing her body to jerk about in his grasp.  She sees the
smaller one looking on, watching as she writhes under his friend's
attention, a small knowing smile on his face, the only thing showing
besides his eyes.
    Bastard, she thinks as she is buffeted from behind by her powerful
rapist.  She feels the tingling in her ass spread across her body as he
mauls her cunt and breast, mashing his fingers into the tender flesh of
her breasts, labia, and clitoris, sending painful pleasure along her
nerves.  She throws her head back as he increases his pace, practically
lifting her off the ground with each thrust and digging his fingers
deeper into her tender spots.
      Her chest is heaving as she feels the ecstatic sensations threaten to
overwhelm her,and she remembers the small one's words:  whore, slut,
fucking machine.  She is, she thinks:getting raped and cumming;
getting fucked in the dirt like a filthy animal, and cumming like a pig. 
She flops around in his grip like a gaffed fish as her climax hits her, and
an inarticulate cry to the heavens escapes her lips, strangled by the
mind numbing ecstacy of her cum.  It seems like it never ends, even
after he dumps his seed into her ass and drops her writhing to the
ground.  She's still in its grip until with one final snap, her body jerks
once and is still except for her ragged gasping.
      "Some cunt, huh," she hears the small one say in her daze, followed
by a grunt of agreement from the big one.  "I'll bet we could keep her
and fuck her all night and she'd still be freaking out on our cocks,
whaddya think," he says as he grabs her hair and forces her to look at
him, "how would you like to spend the night with us?"  She shakes her
head weakly, knowing that she cannot take any more.
      "Look at that," he mocks, "the cunt pops her cork twice and that's
her gratitude. Well, I've got a deal for you.  Your kinda funky down in
the snatch area," she reddens at this, "so me and my friend need some
cleaning up.  Your mouth seems like a nice option. We untie you and
take off the gag and you blow us, then we go, ok?"  She nods, thankful
to be getting off so easy, thankful they are going to let her go.  "Oh, one
more thing," he adds, "I want to see you cum two more times, because
all good whore cum while they're sucking cock, and I know you're a
good whore.  Got that."  She groans inwardly, but nods agreement.  She
would do anything for a respite.
      "Good," he says and they lift her to her feet and undo the cuffs and
the gag.  She licks her lips and swallows, thankful to have it out
of her mouth.  She watches silently as the small one sits down on a
fallen log and leans back against a trunk.  "Come on then,crawl on over
here," he says.  Standing, she feels human, although her body, especially
her loins and breasts, are sore.  Defiantly, she holds her feet for a
moment, her abused body beautiful in the night, before she slowly
drops to all fours and crawls over to her rapist. Kneeling, she takes his
manhood in her hand and slowly engulfs it in her generous
mouth,smelling and tasting her own funk on his tool.  She begins to
work on his cock in earnest,bobbing her head up and down, tasting the
salty pre-come oozing out of his cock on the back of her tongue. 
Knowing what he wants, she slowly opens her fabulous legs and
reaches her hands down and begin gently rubbing her labia, working
teasingly toward her hypersensitive clit.  She wants to fake it, but is
afraid he would know, would know and would keep her longer.
      She is startled by his voice as he speaks:  "Come now.  A slut like
you can do better than that.  How 'bout a little deep throat?"  She groans
at this further humiliation, but she has done it before, so braces herself
and takes him into her throat.  She feels his hands on her head, gripping
her scalp, as she takes him to the hilt.  Strangely she feels pleasure rising
in her own loins as she continues playing with herself.  On her knees
before a strange man,recently raped, his cock down her throat, forced
to pleasure herself, she feels strangely elated.  It's the exhaustion, she
thinks, and the orgasms she was forced to endure, that is making her
light-headed, intensifying the sensations growing in her clitoris.  He's
gripping her head tighter now, harder, thrusting himself into her throat. 
She feels like she's melting,it feels so good what she's doing to herself,
and her whole body shudders into orgasm as the first splatter of his cum
slides down her throat.
      She is forced to suck his cock until it is soft, and then she is forced
to service the big one, forced to play with herself throughout the ordeal. 
She comes again as she feels him come in her throat, and then slumps
to the ground in exhaustion.  The small one rolls her over onto her
stomach and kneels beside her head, telling her to keep working her
cunt, tells her that she better not let them see she's stopped until they
put on their clothes and leave.  She doesn't stop, her hands working
feverishly at her cunt, her ass thrust into the air and her legs slightly
parted.  She hears them leave, and still does not stop, sweat running off
her body as she builds to another orgasm, remembering the way they
took her, the way they used her, they way the abused and raped
her--she explodes in climax.