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Sharon admired herself in the mirror! Men always did find her enjoyable to look at. She liked to be the center of attention, and her choice of clothing always made certain that she stood out in a crowd. "You're going to find yourself in trouble someday," Gloria admonished her, as she checked to make sure her hemline did cover the tops of her nylons. It threatened to expose just a little too much of her shapely legs. "Phooey," Sharon responded to her friend's criticism. Gloria was always worried about some man raping her in the night. Just wishful thinking on her part, Sharon assured her.
"Just look at yourself," Gloria continued. "You're advertising yourself. Those short skirts, and nylons instead of pantyhose. When that skirt shows off your garter belt, men are going to take that as an invitation to rape you." "Oh, I think you're over-exaggerating," Sharon scoffed. "Pantyhose are so hot and confining. Besides, gentlemen like to catch a glimpse of sheer nylon under a skirt." "Well," Gloria sniffed, "that, and those tight blouses you wear. Showing off your tits like that. You look like a slut."
"You're just jealous," Sharon laughed. It was true, she had very large, firm breasts and men ogled her more when she presented them properly. "I don't think so," Gloria countered. "What kind of way is that to dress to work in the office at night? And what does your husband think of the way you dress?"
"Harold? He enjoys an attractive wife. Besides, nobody else is at the office. I just have to put the finishing touch on my project for tomorrow." "Well, let's hope you don't run into any problems," Gloria murmured.
"I won't," Sharon reassured her friend. "And I've got to get going before it gets too late." Sharon flounced down the staircase in her high heels and left the house. Getting into the car, she started it up and, putting it into gear, headed for the high-rise where she worked. It was almost dark as she approached the office building. Sharon was surprised how deserted the streets were after business hours. Well, at least there'd be no one around to bother her. She drove into the open parking lot. She had her pick of parking spaces, for once, since it was nearly empty. An older pickup truck was the only other occupant. Sharon shut down the engine and got out of the car. That pesky hemline was riding too high up on her thighs. Self-consciously, she tried to cover her exposed nylons as she swung her legs out of the door. It was silly, there was no one else around to see her.
As Sharon stood up on the pavement to close the car door, she became aware of a young man watching her from several feet away. Now she was embarrassed and hurried to brush her skirt down to cover her exposed garter straps on her thighs. Closing the door, she locked it and turned to walk toward the building. Then she saw two more men, younger like the other one. Pretending not to notice them, she walked purposefully toward the building. The men hadn't moved. As Sharon glanced around, she noticed that there were more of them. Fear clutched her stomach as her friend's warnings were becoming true. Sharon was too frightened to see how many of them were circling around her. But they were definitely interested in her and closing in. Sharon stood tensely, not looking at the men ogling her hungrily. One of them grabbed her bare arm and pulled her. She nearly lost her balance on her high heels, but his strong arm held her upright. Others were pawing at her breasts through her blouse. Some were fondling her obscenely under her skirt.
Sharon felt so naked and exposed. Oh god, this can't be happening, she begged silently. It was happening. They were pulling her toward the pickup truck. Someone was pulling her skirt down her legs. To keep from stumbling on the material, Sharon had no choice but to step out of the fabric about her ankles. Knowing that she was being walked in her bare legs, covered only in her nylons now, she squeezed her eyes shut from the humiliation. They were now pulling her onto the back of the truck. The metal was hard against her shins, and suddenly she felt the mercy of softer material against her body. Opening her eyes, she saw that a mattress filled the truck bed and she was being forced onto it. Rough hands manhandled the buttons of her blouse. Now Sharon's chest was exposed, her bra eliciting grunts of delight from the animals abusing her. Quickly they zeroed in on the front hasps of her bra and separated the cups, exposing her breasts under the night sky for all to ogle.
While rough hands manhandled her breasts, others were yanking her panties down her hips. Sharon tried so hard to resist, but other hands lifted her hips to free the flimsy fabric from under her. Her legs were helpless as her panties disappeared down her thighs and into the night. A pitiful moan escaped her throat as she lay mostly naked and exposed before the disgusting menbrutalizing her.
Sharon watched one man position himself between her helpless thighs. Others were holding her ankles apart so he could have his way with her. He opened his pants and pushed them partway down his hips. Omigod, here it comes! She was going to be raped by this animal. Before squeezing her eyes shut, Sharon saw him spit disgustingly into his hand and rub the saliva onto his penis. As he positioned his body heavily over hers, she felt an intrusion against her vaginal opening. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as his hardness violated her body. She gasped in shock as he forced himself fully inside her. She could feel the hardness sliding fully into her belly. In reaction, her muscles clenched to esist, but they only grasped his thickness futilely. It only seemed to increase his desire as his heavy weight rocked on her body.
Sharon lay helplessly as she was raped, humiliated at knowing that the other men were watching her being violated in such an ugly way. Sharon tried to disassociate her mind from the obscenity being perpetrated upon her but it was impossible. She could feel every bit of the man's hardness intruding into her. The movement of his thrusting inside her was overwhelming and she could actually feel the head of his manhood bulging in her uterus.
His breathing was raspy as he raped her methodically, punctuated by grunts of pleasure. Suddenly he stiffened, and Sharon could feel the intrusion in her guts begin to pulse and throb. The man groaned obscenely and there was a torrent of warm liquid gushing into her uterus. Omigod, he was ejaculating inside her! Sharon whimpered helplessly as she became a receptacle for some animal's sperm. It seemed to go on forever, his filling her helpless belly with his filthy lust. But finally he was satisfied and rudely pulled his penis out of her ruined vagina. Sharon breathed relief at the removal of the intruder, but it was short-lived. Another man knelt between her legs to take his place and force himself inside her. Suddenly, Sharon was again violated by male flesh, the pressure in her womanhood almost obliterating her senses. She was grateful that at least it wasn't painful. Just incredibly humiliating. This man, too, deliberately took his pleasure in her. The fluid movement of his thickness inside her vagina was creating disturbing feelings of pleasure and
Sharon fought the incongruous sensation. She thought to herself that she must be delirious from the shock to think that it was enjoyable. Nothing could be further from the truth. The man pinning her helplessly grunted his lust and Sharon felt fresh warmth enter her uterus as he discharged his semen into her soiled guts. Then, mercifully, he was gone. Sharon prepared for the onslaught of the next rapist to force himself on her. She was uncomfortably wet from the residue of the previous men leaking out of her opening. The pressure of his entry was ncreased by the compacting of the liquid that was filling her uterus. As he began to rhythmically take advantage of her, she again started to feel the contradictory twinges of pleasure being introduced into her vagina. Her body was betraying her! These men were brutally raping her, forcing her into sexual humiliation, and her body was trying to make her enjoy it. Sharon fought the sensation determinedly. It was humiliating. The more she resisted, the more her body responded to the intrusion.
Suddenly, helplessly, the rhythmic sliding of the man's penis inside her climaxed into a shuddering orgasm of her own. Sharon heard herself groan loudly as her vaginal muscles spasmed, clutching at the man's flesh and wracking her body with wave after wave of rippling orgasms. The man raping her found it exciting and, thrusting hard, nearly gutted her with his stiffness. Sharon was dimly aware of more sperm pulsing hotly into her belly. Then he was gone. Embarrassed, ashamed, Sharon opened her eyes, hoping that she had only imagined the rape. But there were the men, obscenely ogling her humiliating helplessness. Sharon's eyes widened as she saw one of the actually masturbating next to her. He grabbed her head with his free hand and, with his fingers, forced her lips apart. Sharon panicked as she saw him lean forward to guide his penis toward her mouth. Oh, god, NO, she begged silently. Don't make me do that. I don't want that thing in my mouth! But he never completed his intent. Sharon remembered actually seeing the obscene thick fluid spew out of the opening in his penis, the warm liquid pulsing into her open mouth. The pungent taste overpowered her as her mouth filled with his ejaculate. Excess sperm flowed out of the corner of her lips, running down her cheek. Helplessly, her throat swallowed the onslaught of the nasty product. Sharon tried to force most of it back out of her mouth, but her entire mouth was slippery. Her tongue, her lips, even her teeth were slick with the residue of his sperm.
While Sharon tried to expel the disgusting filth from her mouth, she felt another intruder into her crotch. Her femininity was again opened wide by a hard penis penetrating her. In surrender, Sharon accepted the rape and accompanying ejaculation into her body. The feelings were arising inside her again. Maybe if she ignored them instead of fighting it, they wouldn't overpower her.
Another violation of her belly, and the sensations intensified. Sharon believed she must be going mad from the victimization of the gang rape. Another climax was threatening to overtake her and she found herself intently trying to feel each thrust of the intrusion into her womanhood. Her eyes opened suddenly as she felt a fleshy bulbousness against her lips. All she could see was the hairy belly of some man as he forced his penis between her lips. The huge flesh filled her mouth and Sharon felt sick. The male smell of his body was next to her nose and she could only helplessly feel the thick head sliding back and forth over her tongue.
The betrayal of her abdomen intensified with the rape being perpetrated inside her vagina. Sharon gave in to the second shuddering series of climaxes that convulsed through her belly. At that moment, the man forcing himself in her mouth ejaculated. Sharon only dimly was aware of actively sucking on the object filling her mouth. Thick seminal fluid erupted over her tongue and Sharon was vaguely aware of sucking greedily at the obscene ejaculate spewing into her throat. As the orgasm claimed her, she wallowed the slick semen spilling down her throat into her stomach.
She could no longer feel the actual gush of sperm into her uterus, there must have been too much inside her already to feel it. But she could still feel the warmth of new ejaculate being introduced to the quantity already filling her. Now she could feel the almost-hot wetness spattering thickly onto her bare flesh of her breasts. They were actually ejaculating onto her body, trying to cover her breasts with their obscene cream. Sharon didn't know how many men had actually violated her in all their disgusting ways.
Finally it was over. She was pulled rudely to a sitting position and forced to stumble from the pickup truck. They had violated her, used her, polluted her body, and now they were dismissing her with jeers. Tears streamed down her face as she ashamedly picked her way back to her car. Somehow she had her keys, someone must have forced them into her hand. Her skirt was gone. She could feel wetness streaming down her thighs, soaking into her nylons. Sharon unlocked her car door, grateful to be free of the animals. Sliding into the seat, she closed and locked the door, breathing fitfully while trying to calm herself. Loud jeers made her jerk her head up to see the pickup truck rushing past her car out of the parking lot. She still didn't know how many of them there were. At least three or four in the truck, and the truck bed was filled with jeering men. Then they were gone, and Sharon was alone with herself. Her body was ruined, spoiled by their combined lust. She could still feel the pressure of so much sperm that had been deposited into her belly.
Her breasts and stomach were slick from the sticky semen that had bathed them. Their taste was still strong in her mouth and Sharon was disbelieving that she had willfully swallowed the sperm from several men. And the climaxes, my god! She had actually enjoyed being raped. Well, her body had. She hadn't. How was she going to go home in this state? She could only imagine the shock on Richard's ace when he saw her enter the house, no skirt, just in her sperm- soaked nylons and high heels, her blouse wide open, dried semen covering her chest. And he'd know, he'd KNOW that her stomach had been filled with sperm.
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