Cindi was a cute 22 year old with long brown hair, large blue eyes, and a knock out body and she couldn’t wait that summer Saturday morning to get to the beach. Finding a fairly deserted stretch of beach she seemed to have all to herself, she spread out the large beach blanket she had with her, lay her purse on it, kicked off her sandals, removed her shorts and top and, now clad only in her little white bikini, lay down and closed her eyes and began soaking up the warm rays of the sun.
“Hey guys,” she heard a male voice nearby sometime later. “Looks like we found ourselves a beached mermaid.”
Startled, Cindi opened her eyes to see three men standing around her. She hadn’t heard them walk up. She tried to get up but one of the men put his foot down on her long hair, spread out on the blanket pinning her down and causing her to cry out in pain.
“No need to get up, sweetie,” the first man said. “Matter of fact, we prefer you down there. It makes things a lot easier.”
“Let me up!” she demanded as she tried unsuccessfully to shove the man’s foot off her hair. The man finally moved his foot but knelt down, grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head.
“Help!” the woman began to scream. “Someone please help me!”
The man who had first spoken straddled her middle and clamped a hand down over her mouth. Then he said, “There’s no one around to hear you but all that yelling annoys me. When I take my hand away you keep quiet or I’ll knock some teeth down your throat. You got that?”
Now becoming really scared, she nodded. The hand was taken away and she whispered, “Please leave me alone!”
The man ignored her and began looking around. Finally he pointed to an outcropping of rock with some large pieces of driftwood stacked against them and said, “We’ll do her behind there. Even if someone wanders by they shouldn’t be able to see anything.”
“Oh God no!” Cindi pleaded. “Please not that! Please, just leave and I won’t tell anyone! Please ju—-!”
SMACK! The man slapped her across the mouth and growled, “I TOLD you to shut the fuck up!”
Cindi was then dragged through the sand by the first two men while the third gathered up the blanket along with her clothing, sandals, and purse and brought them along. Once behind the concealment of the rocks and driftwood, the blanket was spread out and the captive woman placed upon it on her back. The man holding her by the wrists pinned them down above her head again. The man who had straddled her grabbed an ankle in each large fist. Cindi tried to keep her slender legs together but he easily pried them apart and knelt between them. For an instant she thought of trying to kick him but quickly decided that that would probably just get her hit again and probably a lot harder than the first time. She decided, instead, to revert once again to begging.
“Please mister,” she began quietly. “Please don’t rape me! Please don’t!”
“Bitch,” he replied. “We ARE going to rape you, each of us. That’s something you can’t prevent and we won’t. What you have to worry about is whether or not we’re going to kill you when we finish with you.”
This brought a whimper of terror from the woman.
“Let’s get a look at the merchandise,” the man who seemed to be running things said. “Sit her up.”
The man holding Cindi’s wrists hauled her up into a sitting position while the man in front of her reached around and untied her bikini top. In an instant it was jerked off her and her magnificent breasts came spilling out. Before she could do or say anything she was shoved back down onto her back.
“Holy shit!” the man holding her wrists declared. “Look at those gorgeous melons! Got to get me a feel of one of those.” With that he kept both wrists pinned with one fist while the other one reached out and grabbed a handful of Cindi’s right breast and began squeezing and pinching. The helpless woman began to cry in frustrated humiliation.
“Let’s have a look down below,” said the third man. Without replying, the first man reached down, grabbed hold of her bikini bottom, and tore it off her.
“Hey look at that,” said the third man. “This bitch shaves her cunt! Little slut is asking for it!”
“Of course she is,” replied the first one. “Why the else would she go laying out on a beach with next to nothing on?”
“No!” Cindi protested. “I just wanted to get some sun, I swear to God! I never —-!”
SMACK! She was slapped again.
“Who the fuck asked you?” the man above her snapped. “Stick something in this cunt’s mouth!”
“Goddamned right I will!” said the man holding her wrists. Shifting around, he knelt down by the side of her head and took out his cock then he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her head to the side so that she was facing him. “Open up bitch.”
Defiantly, Cindi clamped her teeth shut.
The man above her grabbed a nipple and, pinching it hard, began to twist and pull on it. “The man told you to do something cunt!”
Finally, pain winning out over pride, the woman, now sobbing, opened her mouth and the cock was quickly shoved into it. As it reached the back of her throat she began to gag.
WHAP! The man with the cock in her mouth slapped her hard along the side of the head and growled, “None of that, whore! Start sucking and you’d damned well better swallow every drop!”
Finally getting control over her reflexes, Cindi began licking and sucking at the organ. At the same time, she felt the weight of the man above her descend upon her, crushing her and pinning her down. She felt her legs being forced farther apart and the head of a second cock touching her most feminine area then, with a grunt and a push, it was inside her, thrusting and stabbing. Since she was dry the pain was intense and it was all she could do keep from clenching her teeth and biting the man with his cock in her mouth. She managed not to, however, certain that it would probably mean serious injury if not death.
“Fuck this!” said the third man taking out his own cock. “I’m too turned on to just watch! Give me one of the bitch’s hands.”
The man face fucking Cindi, let go of one of her wrists. The third man knelt down and took hold of it. Then he slapped his cock into her palm and commanded, “Get started.”
At first, confused as to what he wanted from her, Cindi just let the organ lay there in her palm. The man bent down and, his mouth only a few inches from her ear, barked, “JACK ME OFF YOU DUMB CUNT!”
Obediently she wrapped her hand around him and began ministering to his manhood as commanded.
There she lay, naked on the ground on a beach towel, one man raping her cunt while another did the same to her mouth and a third was forcing her to give him a hand job, her other wrist still pinned down above her head, her entire body being buffeted with every inward thrust of the man between her legs, desperately gulping down a gasp of air whenever her face rapist pulled back. Through it all she sobbed and trembled and prayed for it to end. How powerless she felt! HOW PATHETIC!
Finally the man in her mouth began shooting forth his hot cum. Dutifully she began gulping it down but, despite her efforts, some of it leaked out the side of her mouth and down her cheek. With no hand free to wipe it off she could do nothing but just let it stay there. “Goddamned sloppy bitch!” the man grumbled as he wiped his cock off with her hair then put it back into his pants.
Next, the man between her legs began to cum. She felt his seed being pumped deep within her and prayed he hadn’t gotten her pregnant or infected her with something. Upon withdrawing from her he smacked her naked ass just for fun causing her to whimper again —— for which he laughed at her.
The third man finally shot his own load in globs all over the beach blanket. When he had taken his cock out of her hand and let go of her wrist she just let it lay limply on the blanket.
“Let go of the other wrist,” he told the second man. “She ain’t got no fight left in her.”
The man complied and Cindi proved the other one right by just lying there motionless, sobbing. Finally she rolled over onto her side and hunched up into a fetal position, her hands between her legs touching her burning, throbbing pussy. She dared not make a sound, just hoping against all hope that her captors would just go away without killing her.
“How much money does this cunt have?” she heard one of the men ask. She turned her head slightly and saw the third one going through her purse.
“About $35 is all,” he said. “Along with a little change and a couple of credit cards.”
“Take the cash but leave the cards. They can be traced,” replied the first. Then he walked over to Cindi, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her up to her knees. “Thirty five fucking dollars is all you’ve got, you goddamned whore?”
“I-I’m s-sorry!” Cindi replied, not really believing that she was actually apologizing for not having enough money for the men who had just raped her to rob her of.
The man shoved her back down onto the blanket and asked the third one, “What’s this cunt’s name?”
“Cindi it says on her drivers license,” number three responded.
“Well, Cindi,” number one said to her. “You weren’t too enthusiastic about showing us a good time and you didn’t provide us with enough money to go party with. Can you give me any reason I should let you go on living?”
“P-please don’t k-kill me!” was all she could think to say.
“Make her beg good and proper,” number two said. “Up on her knees.”
“You heard him,” number one told Cindi.
Slowly, shakily, PAINFULLY Cindi struggled up into a kneeling position and, her head hanging, said, “P-please d-don’t kill me!”
“Show me some respect,” number one told her. “Call me Sir.”
“Please don’t kill me Sir.”
“What are you willing to do in order to be allowed to stay alive?” he asked. It was obvious that he and the other two were enjoying her degradation almost as much as they had enjoyed raping her.
“I-I’ll let you have sex with me again Sir,” she offered. “I won’t try to stop you.”
“You ignorant slut!” he nearly spat at her. “We can do that anyway. Try again.”
“I-I don’t know what you want Sir,” she protested. “Please tell me Sir. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“My shoes have sand on them,” number two told her. “Crawl over here on your hands and knees and lick them clean.”
Obediently Cindi went over to him on all fours and, upon reaching him, lowered her mouth to his shoes. She then used her tongue on the entire surface and sole, ingesting the wet, gritty sand she licked up. When she finished, the other two demanded that she perform the same service for them. When finally she was done, number three said, “I’m getting hot again and all I got the first time around was her hand. Bring that big piece of driftwood over here and lets bend her over it. I feel like having a go at her tight little ass.”
“Oh God Sir!” Cindi begged. “Please not there! Do me in the cunt or mouth please Sir! I’ll make it good for you! I’ll —!”
SMACK! For the umptheenth time that morning Cindi was slapped.
“Your choice, whore,” he told her. “Get over that driftwood and spread your ass cheeks or I strangle you to death right now!”
Sobbing anew, Cindi went and lay over the log face down then reached around and opened herself up as directed.
“God, but she’s got a tight little one,” the man observed. “I like them tight but that might hurt My cock. I think I need to stretch it a bit before hand. Hold her down and stuff something in her mouth. She’s going to try to jump and holler.”
Before the poor woman could do or say anything, her arms and legs were grabbed and a greasy rag was stuffed into her mouth accompanied by the warning that, should she try to spit it out, she would get her teeth knocked down her throat. She twisted her head around to see what was happening and her eyes grew enormous with fear as she saw number three pick up a large, cylindrical piece of driftwood and start walking toward her. Surely, she thought, he can’t mean to shove that thing inside her! But that was precisely what he intended to do and, when he did, he didn’t do it gently and gradually, he just rammed it into her with one brutal thrust. Cindi screamed into the muffling gag and began twisting and jerking as her captors continued to hold her down. She had never experienced such pain! Tears streamed from her eyes and every fiber of her being shrieked in agony.
The man began pumping the stick in and out, raping her ass with it unmercifully. When he was satisfied that her bunghole had been sufficiently stretched / torn he pulled out the stick and replaced it with his organ. It was slightly less painful than the stick had been but not by much. After awhile, she stopped straining against the strong male hands holding her fast and just lay there face down, sobbing, as she was ass raped. Number one soon grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. Pulling the rag from her mouth he replaced it with his cock and commanded her to suck. Of course she obeyed.
At one point the men stopped holding her down and she just lay there accepting her fate and doing what she was told. When number three finished with her number two took his place and when number one shot his load down her throat number three put his cock into her mouth and demanded that she lick and suck it back into an erection. It lasted for what seemed to her hours until —- FINALLY —- all three men had gotten their fill. Cindi just wanted to lay there, her poor ass hurting so badly she didn’t want to move.
The men, however, had other ideas. “Get up off your lazy ass and get over here,” number one told her. “You’ve gotten our cocks all messy. Lick them clean.”
Slowly, Cindi forced herself up off the log and, walking unsteadily due to her injured behind, went over to her three attackers and knelt in front of them. Then she proceeded to lick and suck the cum, blood, and only God knew what other substances from their manhood. When it had all been cleaned up and swallowed, she just knelt there, her head hanging, still crying as she awaited what was to happen to her next.
“So Cindi,” number one asked. “What do you do, work, go to school, what?”
Surprised at being asked so innocuous a question, she replied, “I-I am a college student and work part time Sir.”
“Well that’s good,” he went on. “Always good to be trying to better yourself.”
How obscene, she thought! After repeatedly raping her in every way imaginable, these monsters were now engaging her in mundane conversation!
“So do you have a husband or boyfriend?” he went on. “Someone who does you on a regular basis?”
She hated the crude term he had used for sex or love making but she only said, “No Sir.”
“Well then, aren’t you a lucky girl!” he remarked. “You’ve gotten more cock today then you’ve probably gotten in the last month. Aren’t you thankful for that?”
God, the bastard was telling her to thank them for raping her! “Yes Sir,” she replied meekly. “Thank you Sir.”
“You’re very welcome,” he replied with mock politeness. “And, don’t worry, there’s lots more to come. Only thing is, it’s going to take us awhile to get ready again.”
‘What a disappointment!’ she thought to herself.
“But that doesn’t mean than you shouldn’t go right on and keep having fun without us,” he went on. “Turn on around here and face us while you play with yourself. Be sure to keep those pretty legs spread nice and wide so we can get a good view.”
‘God!’ she thought. ‘They want me to masturbate in front of them!’
“Right now Cindi!” number one insisted.
Obediently she turned to face them then assumed a sort of crossed leg, lotus position and reached down between her legs.
“No, no!” the man told her. “Don’t use something as little as one of your scrawny little fingers, have some real fun.” He picked up another long, thick, cylindrical piece of driftwood and tossed onto the blanket beside her. “Use this.”
It was HUGE! It would stretch and tear her pussy even more than it already had been and its texture was rough, it would rub her already sore interior RAW! Still, she knew she had no choice. With trembling fingers she picked it up, used her other hand to spread her lips as far apart as possible, and began to slowly ease the end inside.
“Speed it up bitch!” commanded number three. “Shove it in all at once and really bang that hole!”
“You don’t want one of us to come over there and do it for you!” number two warned.
Gritting her teeth, Cindi gave the horrid object a hard push. She whimpered and had to bite her lip in order to keep from screaming, so intense was the pain! She could only imagine the damage she was doing to herself!
“See,” remarked number one. “She can’t contain herself. She’s moaning with pleasure already. Aren’t you grateful that we are letting you have all this fun Cindi?”
Th-th-thank y-y-y-you S-S-S-Sir!” she murmured as she began to weep and tremble.
“Pump harder,” number two commanded. She obeyed.
“Let’s see some tit action,” number three told her. “Start playing with a tit.”
With her free hand she began squeezing her left breast and rolling the nipple around with her thumb and forefinger.
“Start licking the nipple,” he went on. All three men were stroking their cocks as they viewed the spectacle.
Cindi’s breasts were fairly good sized but it still took some stretching and extreme lowering of her head to get it to her mouth. Obediently, she began licking the nipple and soon it was glistening with her saliva. All the while she kept torturing her battered cunt with the piece of wood.
“Take a big mouthful and start sucking,” number two told her. Stretching on the breast even more severely, she filled her mouth with it and started sucking as if she were milking herself. How extremely humiliating! She was actually raping herself and sucking her own breast all for their amusement! It was about to get worse!
“Okay,” number three told her. “Now bite!”
She looked at him for a moment in astonishment!
“Sink those teeth in or I’ll come over there and do it myself!”
With a groan of helpless frustration, she closed her teeth as lightly as possible and grimaced. Hopefully she could convince them that she was biting down really painfully when, in fact she wasn’t.
No such luck! “Harder,” he commanded. She tightened her grip. “Harder.” She bit down even more, increasing the pain to her breast. “HARDER!” She clamped down so hard that excruciating pain was shooting through the entire upper left part of her body.
“Okay,” number one finally told her. “Let go the tit.”
With a sigh of relief she opened her mouth and released her still throbbing breast. Her teeth marks were clearly visible in her tender flesh. Now, if they would only let her terminate the vicious pounding of her cunt and remove the horrid piece of wood!
“Do the other one,” he commanded.
“OH!” she groaned aloud as she lifted the other breast and subjected it to the same abuse.
Finally, number one said, “Well boys, I’m ready again, how about you?” Both of his companions nodded their assent and, to Cindi, he said, “Okay sweetie, lose the stick. Time to have it replaced with the real thing.” The three of them got up and started walking toward her, their hard cocks in their hands.
“Oh please Sir!” the woman begged getting to her knees. “Please not there again! It hurts SO bad! Please Sir, please do it in my mouth or behind! PLEASE SIR!”
“Well,” he remarked. “I suppose we could give that cunt of yours a little rest. Come on guys, let’s see how many cocks she can fit into her mouth at once!”
With that he hooked a thumb inside each of Cindi’s cheeks and stretched them apart brutally, shoving his cock inside. Crowding close to him, the other two did the same. Cindi was afraid her mouth would tear or that she would suffocate from lack of air. She tried her best to suck, though, and she kept stroking and fondling their hairy balls.
“God what a slut!” number two remarked. “Fucking nympho whore just can’t get enough! Can you imagine, three cocks in her mouth at once!”
After a few minutes one of them (she couldn’t tell which one) began pumping his seed down her throat, then another and finally the third. She gulped and tried to swallow but, with all that cum being shot into her at once, some dribbled out her mouth and down her chin. When they all had pulled out of her, she doubled over holding her raw, burning cunt, the taste of cum permeating her mouth, tongue, and throat, her breasts throbbing.
“Hey,” she heard one of them say after a few moments. “I need to take a piss.”
Without warning, Cindi was grabbed by the hair and jerked back up to her knees. “I wouldn’t want to get pee all over your nice beach blanket,” he told her. “Open up.”
She just knelt there too stunned to do anything. Surely, even as evil as these three were, they couldn’t REALLY expect her to submit to THIS!
WHAP! He slapped her so hard her vision blurred momentarily. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch!”
Reminding herself that her life depended upon it, Cindi opened her mouth and her tormentor shoved his cock inside it telling her, “Be sure you don’t spill any.”
As she knelt there waiting for the terrible, acrid liquid to start flowing she hated herself for not being willing to die rather than just meekly submitting to being used as a human toilet!
Even though she was expecting it, when the flow began it came as a shock to Cindi who gulped down the foul substance as fast as she could and had to fight hard not to vomit (certain that she would just end up being forced to lick it up and be punished besides). After peeing in her mouth for what seemed to her an incredibly long time, the man, number two, finally pulled out and flicked the last few drops off the head of his cock and into her face. Cindi reflexively reached up to wipe them off but, before she could, he slapped her hands away and said, “Leave it there. It looks good on you.” From behind him numbers one and three laughed uproariously.
“I need to pee too,” said number one. “Crawl over here.”
Cindi obediently crawled on all fours over to where he stood and opened her mouth, awaiting the inevitable. To her surprise, however, he said, “No, you dumb fucking whore, turn around and give me the other end.”
Puzzled, Cindi did as she was told, presenting her ass to him. Reaching down, he shoved her face down to the ground and commanded, “Stay that way.” Then he spread her ass cheeks and shoved the head of his dick just barely into her hole. —– Then he let go! Cindi felt the hot urine flowing into her rectum, burning the raw, scraped lining where she had been ass raped, and filling her. It was filling her like an enema and, in a way, it made her feel even dirtier and more defiled than having to swallow it. When finally he was finished he told her to stand up and to be careful not to spill a drop. Struggling mightily to hold her sphincter muscles closed against the pain and pressure inside, she obeyed.
“You know guys,” number one remarked. “I think it would be nice to have little Cindi do some dancing for us. Then to the woman, “Imagine some music and get started and, if you spill any of my pee doing it, you’ll get your ass kicked. Now get started.”
In agony Cindi began moving her arms and legs around and swaying a little, the retention of the fluid which had been injected into her becoming more difficult by the second.
“Cindi, Cindi!” said number one with mock disappointment. “You can do better than that! Now try again and I want to see some ass shaking and boobs bouncing.”
She increased her tempo and began flinching as her ass muscles began to ache and the pee within her began to slosh. Finally, she could sustain her struggle no more. With a warm rush the urine came gushing out, soaking her legs and the blanket beneath her.
“You fucking filthy whore!” number one screamed as he rushed over to her, grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. “What the fuck did I tell you?”
“Please Sir!” she replied frantically. “I’m sorry Sir. I tried to hold it! REALLY I did! I UHHHHHHHHHH!”
The man slammed his fist unto her stomach causing her to crumple to the urine soaked blanket groaning and gasping for air.
WHACK! His shoe crashed into her bare ass and she whimpered.
WHACK! He kicked her again. She curled up into a protective ball.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“You incredibly clumsy slut!” he cursed as he reached down and grabbed her by the throat. “I ought to just go ahead and kill you now! A worthless cunt like you doesn’t deserve to live!”
“Oh God no Sir!” she pleaded. “Oh God, please don’t kill me Sir! PLEASE DON’T!”
How pathetic she was she thought to herself, how totally devoid of any pride or self respect, groveling in this manner before this animal just to save her worthless life!
“Hey,” said number three. “Before you whack her, let her do something useful. Let her invite someone else to the party.”
“What do you mean?” number one asked.
Number three took Cindi’s wallet which he had taken from her purse and shoved it in her face open to a picture and asked her, “Who’s this?”
Cindi froze in horror.
Number one tightened the grip on her throat, “Answer the fucking question!”
“I-it’s my s-sister Sir,” she finally admitted.
“Cute little thing,” number three observed. “How old is she?”
“18 Sir.”
“What’s her name?”
“L-Lori S-Sir.”
“She live here in town?”
Cindi hesitated.
Number one choked her a bit tighter, “Answer, bitch!”
“(cough, cough) y-yes Sir.”
Number one loosened his grip a bit but continued holding her by the throat. Number three shoved her cell phone (which he had also taken from her purse) and commanded, “Call her and invite her to join you.”
Cindi started at him in horror. She couldn’t possibly do that!
“You anxious to die?” number one asked her. “You don’t do what you were told I’ll snap your scrawny neck right now. You DO do it and both you and your kid sister get fucked but we MIGHT let you both go on living when we’re done. You’ve got a minute to decide.”
Here was the moment of ultimate decision for Cindi. She knew what she SHOULD do, what the courageous thing to do was, what the UNSELFISH thing to do would be. Could she do it? Did she have the courage to saecrifice her life for her sister. Finally —- hating herself! —- she turned on the phone and began dialing Lori’s number.
“Good girl,” number one told her. “And we’re listening. If I hear anything which sounds the slightest bit fishy it will be the last living act you ever perform!”
The conversation with Lori was brief, pretty much just telling the younger sibling that she was at the beach and would she like to join her. Her sister was delighted. Sick with shame, Cindi told her where to find her and then Lori said she would throw on a suit under her clothes and be there in half an hour. Then she hung up.
Number three let go of her throat and said, “Get rid of that piss wet blanket and get down on your back in the sand. We’ve just got time for another good fuck before sweet little Lori shows up to add to the fun.”
FORCED FUCKERS
Author of this rape story is Master of Female Slaves
