Stranded

“Ohhhh my god” he muttered, “this is fucking fantastic, you are wonderful babe, This is nothing like fucking Meg!!!”

Scar Face moved to the edge of the bed; “then why don’t you come now so we can all have a go….”.

“No way man, I want to enjoy this ride, you guys will get your turn, now fuck-off and let me lubricate her pussy for you”.

He started rocking back and forth, slowly pumping his organ like a piston into Denise. The friction of the huge phallus against the sensitive walls of her vagina added to her discomfort. With his free right hand, Fatty found her sensitive clitoris again and started rubbing it in a circular motion with his thumb, applying direct pressure on the engorged nub.

Meanwhile, Scar Face was not about to wait out his turn. Ignoring Fatty, he clambered onto the bed and stared hungrily at Denise’s breasts; “Yummy, nice and firm, yet soft and smooth as a baby’s bottom, nothing like Meg’s sagging jugs..” he laughed as his fingers wondered over her tender nipples. With much relish he took the right tit into his mouth sucking hungrily.

Fatty was aware that he had company on the dinner table, but he was to much engrossed and decided that as long as Scar Face stayed at the upper half of the menu, he would live with it, for now. The rest of the poachers however still maintained a respectful distance, staring hungrily and waiting their turn, much like the hierarchical ladder in a wolf pack. It was clear in this pack that the two dominant males were Fatty and Scar Face.

The combine assault of Fatty and Scar Face inevitably wore down Denise’s defenses. She shuddered as her nipples hardened in Scar Face’s warm wet mouth. Releasing her right quivering nipple, his mouth wondered over to her left breast, seeking out and finding her tender left nipple. Fatty continued to move his huge phallus in and out of her at a moderate pace, intending to prolong the act. His beer bully and huge phallus came constantly into contact with her clitoris and she could feel the sheer skin to skin kissing on the sensitive nub.

She realized with a shock that a warm wetness was engulfing her vagina, slowly lubricating the moist passage. Fatty noticed it too, not wearing any condom he could feel her juices on his penis making it easier for the phallus to slide in and out of the orifice. He grunted as he unwillingly picked up the tempo, unable to resist the warm wet embrace.

Fatty Sniggered: “Come on you bitch, your mind says no, but I can feel your cunt dishing out its honey, my prick is practically swimming in your juices, come on, say you want it you bitch.”

She tried to remain cold and silent. If they wanted her all they would get would be a cold lifeless fish. She tried to blank her mind out and maintain a poker face, willing her body to become dead and non-responsive.

Scar Face sneered: “Looks like you are not having much like, at least I got her nipples up.” He again took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner on the erect tit.

Fatty was mad; “Fuck you, you want to see results let me show you some results.” He stopped for a moment and inserted his index finger into her vagina, before bringing the slick and moist finger up for all to see. “Look at my dip-stick, she’s well oiled all-right and take a whiff of that lovely scent.” He brought the finger to his nose and inhaled, before sticking it in his mouth.

She felt betrayed by her body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations resulting from intercourse with this obscenity that her mind refused to accept. The truth was out, she was held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now had a will of its own. Denise turned her head in denial. The fact that they were gaining more pleasure from her own disobedient body’s unbridled desire added to her silent, impotent rage and anger.

The silent, unseen battle raged on inside her between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. Fatty picked up the tempo now and she groaned again as she felt the massive pile-driver ramm into her like a piston. The impact jarred her body like a rag doll and she was held down only by Scar Face’s wondering hands and mouth as he thoroughly explored every nook and cranny of her body. Together they brought her close to the edge of an immense vortex. As the urgent need for release intensified within her, her defiant body rebelled against her will, quivering with desire and in anticipation of the delicious release which would follow.

She was tittering on the brink, hovering there as her mind willed her body to move from the epicenter. She clenched her teeth as another warm wave of pleasure spread from her loins, moving swiftly to engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. She soon realized it was a loosing battle. Bound and spread eagled she was utterly helpless. Scar Face had released a quivering nipple and slowly covered her armpit in wet ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goosebumps broke out on her sensitive ivory white skin. He laughed in amusement as he noticed the reaction and continued the act.

Unable to contain himself, Fatty quickened the tempo, plunging deeply into her. Each deep thrust drew her ever closer to the immense vortex. With a final thrust buried his phallus deeply in her, she expected him to withdraw but he stayed deeply embedded within her, finally tipping her over the edge.

Her body went rigid as the intense wave spread swiftly from the epicenter of her loins to merge with smaller ripples of pleasure that were already spreading across her body. Denise cried out in frustration as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her body in spasms. Her vagina convulsed around Fatty's immense shaft, gripping it tightly, milking it as it squirted its warm load of jism deep into her. She could feel the warm jets of semen pumping strongly into her, in a never ending stream.

After long minutes, Fatty withdrew his flaccid penis from within her, leaving a trail of sperm. As her mind and body returned back to earth, she realized she had just experienced (or suffered) her first orgasm in years. Denise was mortified and offended that this had occurred at the hands of such freaks of nature. But she was not given time for thought or reflection.

Scar Face had shoved Fatty aside, eagerly unzipping his denims to unleash a long lean phallus. It was not as thick as Fatty’s behemoth, but fully erected it was longer. Swiftly he slipped it into her warm, sperm slick vagina and began thrusting.

“No….” Denise muttered.; “I am too tired…”

“Don’t worry my pretty, I will crank you up again in no time..” he laughed.

Her body had not recovered from the previous ordeal, and it floated helplessly beneath her, totally spent. A silent moan escaped her lips as he entered her. There was no respite as he began to pound her mercilessly.

In the mean time Fatty lay in a contented heap at the foot of the bed. With him out of the way, the rest of the pack closed in on her like a pack of wolves. Denise shuddered as warm wet lips took her nipples, coarse hands roamed her body, fondling her. One of them shoved his putrid tongue into her mouth, she could smell his pungent breath and taste his rancid saliva. Thoroughly repulsed she bit down hard on the offensive invading organ, eliciting a yelp of pain from the poacher as he immediately withdrew. They stayed away from her mouth after that, but the rest of her body was still open to all takers.

Enraged, the poacher moved his mouth to her right nipple; “Bloody bitch, I’ll show you who’s the master here.” He bit down savagely on the small sensitive tit, grinding it between his teeth. A searing pain ripped through Denise’s body and an ear piercing scream escaped her lips. Encouraged by her response he kept his hold on the tortured nipple. Small rivulets of blood trickled down the side of her breast to be lapped up immediately by other eager tongues and mouths. Her other tormentors subjected her other nipple to the same fate. With two pairs of mouth clamping down savagely on both her nipples simultaneously, the searing pain threatened to overwhelm Denise and she felt herself almost blacking out.

But the pain also had the effect of rudely awakening the rest of her tired body. A warm tingling sensation returned again to Denise. She was vaguely aware as Scar Face released his load into her. He clambered aside and another poacher eagerly took his place between her legs. It was the one who almost had his tongue bitten off; “Broken Tongue”. Roughly he mounted her and proceeded to pound her to the hilt relentlessly while Scar Face joined Fatty on the side-lines. Two down and Five to go, she mentally counted, it was going to be a long sexual marathon even with just one of them, with seven of them she wondered how she would survive the ordeal.

After several shoves, Broken Tongue withdrew his penis, it was slick with a mixture of semen from Fatty and Scar Face; “Ohh gross man, her cunt is filled to the brim with your fuck juice, lets see if the other hole is dry..” he muttered, and promptly inserted the phallus into her anus.

Denise had never experienced anal sex before and the entry was painful and intense. Her face contorted in pain; “No, not there please, I beg you, not there..” she pleaded desperately. But her words fell on deaf ears.

Bloody Tongue called over to Meg; “Hey Meg, come over hear and wash her cunt out with your mouth, you said you wanted a piece of her anyway..”

“Gladly..” Meg laughed.: “lets see what’s so good about this Grade A bitch that you boys are so excited about. At the end of the day I’ll show you that she is no different from all the other whores who just want to be fucked to death….”

As Bloody Tongue pounded her anus, Meg positioned herself from above and lowered her tongue onto Denise’s sperm soaked vagina. With Bloody Tongue in the way, she only had direct access to Denise’s clitoris and the outer area of her vagina, but that was all she needed as she proceeded to lick the area like a dog. She seemed to know just where to concentrate, and how much pressure to apply as her tongue lashed out relentlessly at the sensitive clitoris, coaxing life back into the tired, spent organ.

Denise’s eyes opened in shock amazement as she recognized a warm familiar need stirring within her for the second time that evening. No it cannot be, she thought, not another one so soon after the first, just having one orgasm a month was an overdose for her, let alone a second one in the same day. She closed her eyes and prepared for a second battle.

She might have been successful if they had taken her one at a time. But under a combined assault, with hands and mouths exploring her body, Bloody Mouth pounding her anus and Meg’s tongue subjecting her clitoris to a sweet ticklish torment, her body was again aroused unbearably. This time it was worse as they worked her to a sexual frenzy.

Meg could taste the signs of her arousal and smiled: “well well well, the little bitch is wet again, I can taste her honey…”

“Good” said Bloody Tongue, “coz I want to come in her nice wet cunt….move over Meg…”

Swiftly he repositioned his tool and began pounding into her vagina again. This, Denise’s body seemed to welcome the assault, she again tried to will her body into a dormant state, determined not to give them anything but a lifeless rag doll, but she had already lost the first battle and she knew it was only a matter of time before they would again overwhelm her weakened defenses by their sheer numbers.

“Come on bitch come with me, I know you want it, come with me…” raved Broken Tongue. But all she presented to him was her cold unyielding body.

Denise made up her mind not to give-in especially to this one. She greeted him with cold silence and maintained a blank expressionless face as he mounted her again. Bloody Tongue was infuriated and picked up the tempo, but she managed to keep the raging turmoil within her, allowing nothing to register on her face and body.

She did not know how long she could contain the fast building inferno, as her weakened defenses yielded all too easily to the urgent intense hunger that was fast consuming her loins, and prayed to at least get a small victory in denying Bloody Tongue the climax he wanted her to reach so badly.

Finally when they were both slick with sweat. Broken Tongue released his load into her. It was a small victory for her as she saw the frustration in his face. “Is it over already…so fast, its so small I hardly felt it..” she taunted him before his pack. His face turned a crimson red as the others howled with laughter.

But her brave words did not last as her next assailant approached her. He was bald and thin and he brought with him his little toy, a small vibrator. Smiling, Baldy promptly shoved his dick into her semen soaked interior. Denise had been able to win her last battle with Broken Tongue, but he had brought her closer to the edge, fueling the raging hunger that was again building within her. But Baldy would be her fourth in a row. As he proceeded with the now familiar ritual of pounding her tired body, she realized her vagina was quickly becoming a cesspool of cum and semen which made it slick and wet. Each assailant would deposit his payload and add to the growing sewage of sperm that collected within, making the entry easier for the next assailant. She felt dirty and corrupted and her mind also turned to her period, when was it last and was she fertile this week?

Denise gasped as her reflections were interrupted by the touch of an unfamiliar new sensation. Baldy had applied the small pink vibrator to her vagina as he slowly pounded her. He was intently studying her face searching for any signs of arousal as he moved the small device in a circular motion around the mouth of her orifice. The warm urgent need continued to build slowly within Denise, but she maintained her cold silent blank face, presenting him an apparently cold unresponsive body. She almost flinched as the small humming device found the sensitive nub of her clitoris, but caught herself in time. How long could she maintain this façade, she thought, as the vibrator clung on persistently to the small nub, the ticklish sensation was unbearable and it quickly teased the quivering nub to a higher state of arousal.

In the mean time Baldy had closed his eyes as he relished the feel of her warm wet vagina around his dick. He muttered blindly; “Oh this is heavenly, so warm and tight….gotta slow down…gotta take me time..”

Denise thought she could feel his filthy member throbbing on the brink of release, but cursed under her breath as she realized Baldy had slowed his tempo and backed away from the early release. She realized that her chances of winning this round diminished with each second he continued with her as the vibrator was bringing her into another sexual frenzy. At this rate she would be reduced to a helpless quivering mound of flesh again in less than 5 minutes, she needed a change in tactics with this one.