Subversion 2

The word was out around school. Sasha fucked all the guys in the locker room last week. People whispered as she walked by. “Skank,” she heard, “slut,” “whore.” It was so humiliating. All of this done against her will, but why was she so excited. Why was she getting wet when she heard those words.

“Come here,” Bobby ordered from his car.

Sasha was afraid of Bobby. He was the one that forced her into this situation. It was his fault she was raped by all those guys. She approached slowly anyway, much to her mind’s protest.

“Come on, Slut. Get over here.”

“Yes, sir?”

Bobby had required her to call him and any other man sir.

“Get in the car.”

Sasha obeyed without question. She had been humiliated enough by Bobby. She did not want her teachers or parents knowing. Bobby drove off quickly. He tossed a cell phone in her lap.

“Call your parents. Tell them you are staying at school late to study and a friend will give you a ride home. You got that bitch?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sasha made the call quick and returned the cell phone.

“Good job.”

Bobby pulled over quickly into the parking lot of a bar. Bobby told Sasha to get out. He walked around the car.

“Lean over the hood.”

Sasha did so even with people walking in and out of the bar and driving by.

“Pull up your skirt.”

She felt Bobby’s hand slide in between her ass cheeks and feel his way to her anus. With his middle finger he put preasure on the closed hole. His finger slowly pushed through, but was then removed. Sasha let out a small yelp, holding back her true pain. With this a couple pointed at the two and shook their heads. Sasha was getting wet.

“You like it when they watch, don’t you, slut? You like it even more when they think you’re a dirty whore. Don’t worry you will have many more chances to have people watch you deprave yourself,” Bobby had a large grin on his face. “Turn around and lie back on the hood.”

Sasha did as she was told. Bobby examined every inch of her crotch.

“No underwear, good. Shaven, good. Very good, slut, I will let you give me even more head for you obidience.”

“Where are you taking me?” Sasha ventured.

“Turn around.”

Bobby drew back his hand and slapped her ass. This time Sasha let out a full squeel.

“You’ll learn soon enough. But, I need some money come with me.”

He walked to the bar and Sasha followed.

“Wait here,” he ordered as the entered the door.

Bobby walked across the bar. He stopped at a table and began talking with those that were there. After a few minutes Bobby pointed toward Sasha and the others looked over too. They all then got up and began to walk toward Sasha. The group was made up of four bikers. They all towered over Sasha

“Come with me,” Bobby whispered in her ear.

Sasha and the group walked to the back of the bar, past the bathroom and the meat locker until they reached a room that had the same kind of door as the meat locker. They all ventured inside.

“Guys, this is the slut I was telling you about. Wait till you see her without her clothes. Tight too.”

Sasha knew she was been rented out. The bikers dropped the pants and weilded their erect cocks. One of the bikers moved behind her and took a knife to the back of her shirt. He peeled away the shirt. He did the same to her skirt.

Sasha stood there nude while they surveyed her body.

She felt a hand squeeze her ass cheek.

“Please, don’t,” Sasha said meekly.

But he persisted. Another began feeling her breasts. He pinched Sasha nipple and twisted it in his finger forcing a moan out of her.

“Ooo, you like this don’t you, slut.”

He pinched harder. A drop of cum dripped from Sasha’s pussy.

“Wet so soon? Here, if you wanted it so bad you should have asked.”

The biker shoved his index and middle fingers into her cunt. Thrusting them in and out. Sasha began to cum instantly.

Sasha didn’t know what was wrong with her body. She hated this. But, she was so wet. Maybe she did like it. This was so humiliating.

Sasha felt two more fingers reach under her legs and force their way into her cunt.

“Stop it…please,” she managed to get out amongst her moans.

“Why? Your pussy is loving this.” With this the biker held up two fingers with cum dripping from them. He forced them into her mouth for her to taste.

“Watch out guys,” the biker called causing the others to remove their fingers from Sasha’s pussy.

The bikers pushed her over to a table and she landed on her back. Two of the spread her legs and another stepped between them. Sasha felt the head of his cock touch her pussy lips. This made Sasha squirm and do everything to get away.

“Why do you resist? Your cunt is begging for this,” the biker said.

Then he shoved his cock deep into her. Sasha’s pussy was being split in two. She could not help but moan loudly. Sasha thought, “Why am I loving this?” She came again and again.

“Cumming so soon. You really are a slut.”

“No, please sto-“

The last biker pulled back Sasha’s head and stuffed her mouth with his cock. It was so disgusting, but Sasha loved the taste. His taut skin against her lips forcing her mouth to its widest opening; it felt so good. Feeling his cock forced down her throat.

Suddenly, Sasha was blinded by flashes all around her that she could not recognize.

Then they drew their cocks out. One of the bikers sat on the table. He lift Sasha into the air and spread her ass cheeks. Slowly, he pressed in on Sasha’s anus.

“No, please not there!”

His head popped into her anus. He slowly pushed her down opening her anus unnaturally.

“So tight. Feels good doesn’t it, slut?”

The biker laid back on his back with his cock still pentrating Sasha’s ass. The other biker resumed pounding her cunt.

Sasha squealed and moaned unendingly. She came all over. Her pussy was overflowing. The biker who was fucking her face drew back her mouth again and filled her gaping mouth. Again, there were flashes everywhere. The fourth biker stradled over Sasha’s chest. He forced her tits together and began to fuck them.

“How do you like being titty fucked?,” the biker called,”Your tits are nice and round. Your nipples are so hard. Geez, girl calm down. You’re such a slut.”

Sasha heard his words, but was focus on the intense pain surging through her body. She was being raped by men she didn’t know to get money for Bobby. It was against everything in her, but she felt incredible.

The gangbang went on for an hour and a half. Sasha had been covered in cum and laid on the floor weak. However, she was still aware of evrything around her.

“Here is your three hundred dollars,” said one of the bikers handing Bobby the money,”Don’t do this to her anymore. She is such a pathetic slut.”

“I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t have it. I didn’t think she was this bad,” Bobby lied.

“Well, sluts are sluts, I guess. Thanks for the fuck,” another biker called.

“Anytime. If you’re ever in the area and you want a quick one don’t be afraid to call me. Oh, by the way, do you know any good tattoo and piercing shops?”

“Yeah, Benny’s Basement is great one down in Providence. You gonna get a tatto for yourself.”

“No, the slut wanted to know. Well, pleasure doing business with you.”

The bikers shook hands with Bobby and left. Bobby walked over to Sasha and kicked her.

“Wake up, bitch. Time to leave.”

Sasha got up and tried to cover herself to maintain some sort of modesty.

“Please, slut. I think you’ve lost all modesty possible.”

Sasha realized what he said was true. She let her arms
fall to her side and accepted that She had no dignity.

“That’s better. Clean yourself up, we’re leaving.”

“Can I have a towel,” Sasha said quietly.

Bobby quickly walked over to her and slapped her across the face bringing her to the ground.

“No, bitch.
Lick the fucking cum off your body. Next time you forget to address me as sir I’ll show everyone what a slut you are.”

Bobby held up polaroids in both his hands. That was what the flashes were when she was getting fucked by the bikers. The pictures were of Sasha getting fucked in every hole. There was no way she could let those pictures get out. Sasha had to obey Bobby’s commands.

Sasha licked all the cum from her body as Bobby said. Then Bobby handed her clothes. Sasha put them on and found them to be humiliatng. The tight yellow t-shirt hardly covered her lower breasts. The short cut jeans were like a thong and didn’t even cover her ass.

“What if somebody sees me, sir?”

“What do you care? You like when people watch any way. Let’s go.”

Bobby grabbed Sasha by the arm and led her out through the bar. Everybody’s head turned as they walked by. The men whistled and the women shook their heads. Sasha could feel her juices dripping down her thigh. She did like it when they watched.

{to be continued)