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would have peed myself if I hadn't already gone before we left. My
legs were shaking and my palms sweating. I looked at Cindy who
looked just as terrified. "Thanks to your foresight, we happen to
have a lot of booze. When I remove your tape, you better not
fucking scream or say anything bad to us. You are not in the
position to piss us off. And I bet you could use a stiff drink
given all the fucking you have coming."
    He slowly peeled off Cindy's duck tape and
poured some whisky in her mouth. She calmed down and looked at me.
"We can do this," she whispered. What other choice did we have? I
nodded and he took off my tape as well.
    "Can I have the bourbon?" I asked him.
    "That's the spirit!" he said, pouring me my
drink of choice. The other guys passed around a few other bottles
and soon I was pretty fucking tipsy. The closest guys kept feeling
us up, pinching our nipples and rubbing our clits. The cruel one,
in particular, devoted all his attention to my clit and pussy, and
I mentally kicked myself for wearing tiny shorts so tight they
looked painted on. The big guy kept pouring liquor in our mouths as
quickly as we could drink. By the time we stopped in a garage, I
knew I was really drunk. Well, I usually drink when I'm nervous,
and I have never been so nervous in my life.
    "We're gonna need a lot of room," the cruel
one told the others. "Clear out the living room and move the big
bed in there. And no one use names." He himself went inside, but
quickly came back with scissors used for cutting carpet. "If you
don't move, I won't cut you."
    I looked appalled as he cut my shorts,
thongs, half-top, and bra. He passed the scissors to the big guy
who did the same to Cindy, who then carried her fireman style over
his shoulder into the house to do God knows what to my only female
lover. Rock music immediately started blasting -- Dirty Deeds by
AC/DC.
    "You've had kids." The ugly fucker seemed
surprised, but not displeased. "Otherwise, you are my dream fuck. I
like everything about you. If you fuck me real good, maybe I'll
protect you from the rougher guys."
    He poured me more bourbon while he fingered
my pussy. I've had my face betray me with acne, or my tits by not
growing, or by my stomach with bloating, but I have never been
betrayed by my virgina before. But that horny bitch betrayed me
now. I may have been scared shitless, but the clever bastard had
been warming up my cunt for half an hour now, and was now so wet
his finger sloshed inside me. I could hear it! The good
conservative Catholic girl inside me felt so embarrassed that my
pussy so eagerly mopped his fingers. I couldn't believe how soaking
wet I was. That bitch Cindy must have given me ecstasy. He went for
depth now, plunging his index finger in and out. Ah, jeez. That
felt really good. Damn me, I spread my legs wider for him and he
fucking chuckled. Bastard! Oh, I felt it coming. A big one, too.
Like an ocean roller, my orgasm swept towards me and I looked
forward to it like a surfer seeking a giant wave.
    Then he fucking stopped and I nearly yelled
at my rapist. "My dick hurts," he explained, stripping quickly.
Indeed, his penis looked harder than wood. He placed it near me and
I could smell the soap. He even trimmed his pubes, so he couldn't
be all bad. That grandpa I fucked had a bush big enough for God to
call Moses. "Don't you fucking bite me."
    "If I swallow you, will you make sure no one
hurts us?" I asked, overheating from my near-orgasm.
    "If you swallow all of us, I promise no one
will hurt you."
    "Then give it to me," I ordered him, feeling
more at home and praying he played with my pussy again.
    He laid over me in a 69 and pumped my mouth
while licking my clit and fingering my cunt. Except every time he
built me up, he laid off before I could orgasm. The bastard. I
slapped his ass, but he only moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, the
tip of his cock punched the back of my throat as if a grandfather's
clock got stuck. I felt someone else cupping my tits, but I