Some dumb whore's rape fantasy
It was late Saturday night, and the crowd in the busy lounge was always rowdy this time of night. Buisness-casual men and women laughed and talked loudly, filling up the hotel lounge with noise. Julia hated working this shift. All the drunks protesting getting cut off, the lingering looks of men at tables, the glares from their female companions… and it was always chaos.
Around midnight, as she passed a table, someone reached out and slapped her ass! She was ready to kick someone out, but by the time she turned with her tray of drinks, she could not determine who it had been. Fucking creep. There were always lots of patrons who “accidentally” brushed her thighs, ass, or breasts as she walked by, but no one was usually so forward. Except sometimes her boss. God, she hated this job.
By 1:45 in the morning, most of the guests had trickled out, and she was left cleaning the massive mess they left behind. Last call had been announced, and only three men were left, half slumped at their table. The kitchen was long closed, and the bartender was already leaving out the back door the moment his shift officially ended. She was the last person on staff still at work.
She was gathering some glasses from a dirty table, leaning forward to collect some at the far side, when she felt someone walk up behind her. She froze, feeling her body tense.
“Not a bad position for you, missy!” Said the voice behind her. There was loud laughter from a little farther away. She straightened slowly and turned around, smiling her fake service industry smile. She gathered herslef, and said “can I help you at all?”. The man was standing very close to her, and her lower back was pressing against the long table. A few feet away, the two other men were watching.
“Sure you can!” He said, answering her question. He held a roll of cutlery in his hand. Lifting it to her eye level, he opened his fingers and let it fall at their feet. “Could you pick that up for me, miss?” Julia looked up into his eyes for a few moments. She couldn’t afford to lose this job, and Cynthia had been fired last week over one half-true customer complaint. She slowly bent down, reaching for the cutlery by the toe of her high heel shoe. As her face passed inches from the man’s crotch, he moved his pelvis forward slightly, and her lips, nose and forehead brushed against the bulge in his pants. How revolting! Just as she grasped the roll of cutlery, she heard a loud scraping sound behind her. Someone had just moved the table away from her back! All at once, she felt hands firmly grabbing her hips, and the man in front of her grasped her head, tangling his hands in her hair.
“NO! Oh my God! What are you doing let me go!” She screamed and struggled, but the hands on her hips held her in position. “HELP! Someone help me! Let me go!” She clawed at the wrists of the man holding her head, but her arms were grabbed from behind and pinned in the small of her back. The man in front of her let her head go, and the man behind her spun her around, and slammed her face down on the table. Even in her 4 inch heels, her feet could only barely reach the ground. She felt the hold on her arms disappear for a moment, as she was transfered to the man who had been in front of her. In that second, she tried desperately to crawl away, like a panicked animal, but he gripped her arms tightly, and slammed her face against the table by shoving her upper back.
She heard her own voice emerge from her panting breath “please! Please stop. Please don’t hurt me. Don’t rape me!” She choked on the word, and started screaming when the man shoved his knee between her legs, forcing them apart.
“Shut her up, that screaming is fucking annoying.”
One of the other men grabbed a used cloth napkin off a nearby table, and took advantage of her screams to violently shove it inside her mouth, forcing her jaw wide open to accommodate the fabric. Once it was in, he slapped her hard with the back of his hand across her tear stained face, whipping her head into the wooden table.
The man behind her yanked on her arms, so that she was forced to straighten up. He ripped her open-back spaghetti string tank top easily off her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits bounced from the tank top being suddenly removed. She had small hard pink nipples. One man, a short guy with a goatee, reached out and pinched on of them mercilessly. The Latino man who had first grabbed her hips licked and bit the other. He bit forcefully, making her shriek into her gag. He pulled back, smiling, and slapped each of her tits as hard as he could.
The man behind her pushed her back down against the table. He held her arms with one hand, and began massaging her ass through her tight black skirt, not seeming to want to hurry. He ran his big hands up the insides of her little white thighs, enjoying the way they were shaking. He reached under her skirt and used his thumb to trace her pussy through her thin panties.
“Fuck you’re wet, slut. You must really love this shit. Kinky whore!” He yelled the last word as his hand slapped forcefully upwards, hitting her thinly covered pussy hard. She screamed into her gag, and she could feel his hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks through her mini skirt. He slowly lifted the hem of her skirt exposing her flimsy thong, hugging her ass cheeks and framing her plump little pussy.
“Oh fuck, you are one sexy rape toy, missy!”
She struggled in his hold as he pulled her panties aside. She felt one single finger penetrate her, violate her. She sobbed as he started slowly finger fucking her
“Fuck you’re so tight even around one finger. You’ve got such a sweet little pussy. I can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt. Do you want that baby? I bet you want all three of our cocks up your fuck holes, you disgusting little slut. Fuck what a whore!” As he spoke to her he pumped his finger inside her more and more quickly, and to Julia’s horror, she couldn’t help but grind back on him. Her body was acting invountarily, responding to her basic nature. He shoved in another finger. “You really do like this don’t you, little bitch. Look at you fucking my hand back. You know why that is, cunt?” He fucked his fingers in, deeper, harder. She began to pant, and her muffled screams were halfway moans now. “It’s because” She was building up, blood rushing though her body, pulse rising “little girls like you” she was really moaning now, grinding against him, she was going to - “are made to be raped. You crave to be raped. All you fucking want in life is To. Be. Raped.” And as he said these words he touched her clit with his thumb, and drove his fingers deeply into her. She convulsed, back arching, squirming in his grasp, screaming against her gag. She could feel the wetness streaming from her, and she could hear the men laughing and jeering as she writhed helplessly through her orgasm. Before she could catch her breath, she heard the sound of pants unzipping.
She felt the head of a cock being rubbed against the entrance to her pussy. The man bent over her, so his face was near her ear. “I’m going to rape you now. I’m about to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you for all the little bitch waitresses who deserve it.” She wriggled against the table, trying to get as far away as possible. “Nnnnmmo!” She sobbed into her gag “plaegh!”. He laughed. He positioned himself, and pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She moaned slightly, as he forced the shaft in to her cunt, filling her tiny, tight pussy to the absolute limit. She was sobbing, her body convulsing.
“Fuck, I love the way your cunt squeezes me when you cry.”
He pulled all the way out, and plunged into her, building a fast rhythm, fucking her savagely, slamming his cock inside her. With every thrust, he knocked her head into the wooden table. And yet, she was once again rotating her hips, pushing back against him. Moaning. Fucking him back.
She started screaming as the pressure in his cock built up, and his speed increased. She couldn’t contain herself as another wracking orgasm overcame her. He leant back, holding one of her wrists in each hand, forcing her back to arch inward, and her face and tits up off the table. He yelled into her ear “I bet you want your little rape hole filled with cum, don’t you whore!” She screamed, squirmed, tried to escape, moaned, but he pulled back on her wrists and thrust himself deeply inside her as he came, pulling her against his cock, her pussy lips pressed all the way up against his body. He finally finished cumming, and dropped her, pulling out, watching his cum trickle down her thigh. He wiped his cock in her hair as he said,
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