one of my favorite gangrape scenarios to think about is it happening in a kind-of public place. a busy hotel with thin walls between rooms, a camping ground lots of people are sharing, a locked bedroom at a house party. being fucked and abused and touched for hours by half a dozen groping hands, hungry mouths, hard cocks and knotted dildos, in a place close enough to be in earshot, able to hear all the obscene noises, the grunting and choked moaning and the wet slap of skin on skin, but far enough away to be out of sight. so they have no idea im crying and squirming and hoping it'll end soon, that i won't have to cum a sixth.....or maybe seventh.....or tenth? time around my rapists' cocks. they think im having the time of my life being a shameless slut.


















