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Once the plague had finished ravishing the earth a new age had begun and the age of romance was dead.

Governments fell, and were replaced by ever smaller authorities until what was left was armed bands and what amounted to anarchy. Gone were Police, Courts and DNA analysis. If you wanted sex with a girl you did not have to chat her up, buy her presents and seduce her. You could and would force her, it save time; life was hard and there was not time for romance. The time between meeting a girl and sex was perhaps minutes maybe hours, the only downside was that she would almost definitely get pregnant and would then be out of action.

The only time women or girls met men or boys they got raped and so naturally they became to mistrust all males and formed into female only groups.

As always we were cautious, we sent our scout Beth in first on her motorbike. Beth was still pure, like me, we had been lucky enough to have never known a man. Healthily bronzed and tall with big breasts she was always popular as she could do some incredible thing with her tongue. She gave the ‘all clear’ signal.

We gathered round to discuss who was going to go where and what we needed to find.

But suddenly my blood froze when strong arms pinned held me tight and I felt the cold blade of a knife at my throat. Looking round the other girls were similarly held. I had a warm feeling round my groin and realised I had pissed myself in fright.

Their leader said, “You have pissed yourself Aunty, Take all of your clothes off.”

I have seldom felt more humiliated I stood there red faced wanting to crawl under the nearest stone. Maybe if I took off my clothes they would be satisfied. They’d have humiliated me and taught me a lesson and would let me go.

My heart was pounding. My trembling hands move to the top of my blouse, I undid a button, then another. The men stood leering and gloating as the buttons came undone, I tugged the blouse from under my tight and wet skirt. I hesitated, trying not to show my terror. Then I pulled the blouse open, exposing my sheer bra. I was suddenly very conscious of my large breasts. The blouse fell from my shoulders and onto the floor. I went to work on my skirt.

“Take your time, Aunty. There’s no rush.” Gloated their leader.

I wanted to throw up or sob or something. Instead my fingers fumbled with the zipper on my wet skirt and I heard the sound it made as I pulled it down over my thigh. I let the wet skirt fall around my ankles and stood for a moment, uncertain how to proceed. I wore only a bra and wet panties. The men seemed to enjoy my hesitation and embarrassment.

“Okay, Aunty, nice show, love the see though panties, nice full bush you have got there.”

I looked down in horror, wetting my panties had made them see through, having dark hair made my pussy, my most private place, visible to all these horrible men.

“Ok. Time to get down to it. Finish stripping.”

I could barely contain my tears now.

“You pigs. You are horrible.”

“What was that, Aunty?” Their leader asked with sadistic pleasure.

“You know what I’m talking about, damn you! Letting them all look at me like that. Making me strip in front of everyone”

“Well we have not finished yet, it’s time for you to strip off those pissy panties, and get your big tits out, let us have a look at you”.

Then the leader lifted his stick and brought the tip of it up to my crotch, touching my cunt through the thin material of my wet panties. He rubbed it gently up and down my cunt, stopping every now and then to look at the shiny surface of the stick. I nearly died of shame when he sniffed the stick and announced, “You smell of piss Aunty, your cunt is in a lather. If the men get a sniff of your pissy cunt they are going to want your body.”

“Now strip”, he said, and nudged the stick into my groin.

I gasped at the violation, all the more threatening for the lightness of the touch. He turned the stick, slowly rotating the tip of it as though it were a drill aimed right at my pubis.

“Come on, now. Let’s see it.”

My hands were shaking. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I took the straps down, but couldn’t bring myself to let it fall from me. I started to sob now in humiliation. One of the men approached me, grabbed my bra and slowly, firmly, pulled it off me. I kept my hands over my breasts, but he leaned in and whispered to me, “Maybe you want me to do the panties too.”

Still sobbing, I shook her head. “No! No, I’ll do it.”

I took my hands from my naked breasts; they fell and swung back and forth as I moved. I could feel their eyes on them. Leering eyes drinking them in. I put my hands in the waistband of my wet panties, slowly pulling them down over the naked white cheeks of my ass, exposing my cunt to the men.

“Now stand up straight with your hands above your head.”

I did as I was told, standing naked and utterly exposed to the men, crying freely now even though I knew they were getting off on my embarrassment and mortification. One of the men reached out and rolled both of my nipples firmly between his thumbs tweeking them until they became erect.

“Open your legs.”

“Wh-why?” I choked.

“So we can play with your sweet little hairy pussy.”

I saw one of the men spit onto his index finger, and I shuddered with fear, but did as I was told and spread my legs. With a grin that turned my stomach, he put cupped his hot hands round my crotch, running his fingers though my damp pubic hair.

“This shouldn’t take long.” he said, and started working his fingers into me, expertly opening the lips of my tight virgin cunt and very slowly penetrating me.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?”. My voice trembled with rage and fear. “You can’t just do that!!”

“She’s a virgin, he announced to the world.”

This was greeted by much cheering, it was said to be good luck for men to spill their seed in or on a virgin.

He reached out his hand and grabbed both breasts pinching my nipples again. The nipple became even firmer my breasts flushed and hotter. Soon he also had found my clit and was stroking it with a deliberate rhythm. Unthinkably, I felt myself loosing it. I wanted to die of embarrassment and shame, naked and vulnerable in front of these thuggish pigs, but my body was betraying me. How could this happen? I started to writhe and struggle, trying to pull myself away from the probing fingers, but the chains held me fast and horribly my movements increased the sensations shooting through my swollen clit.

“No – no – you can’t – you can’t -”, I was groaning and hissing, desperate to escape but building towards something I couldn’t bear to consider.

One of them now came behind her and started working one of his fingers into my virgin ass. While the other increased the rhythm of his strokes. I felt herself loose control as wave upon wave crashed through me -

“No – no – no – Unnnngh – Unnnggh -
AAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNRRRRRGGGGGNHHHHHH!!!!!”

The men pulled away and watched as I convulsed with the aftershocks of my orgasm. When I finally gathered my wits, I burst into tears with shame.

“That was quite an orgasm, Aunty.”

“You pigs… you pigs… I fucking hate you, you bastards.”

They watched me cry for a few moments, and then, to my surprise, I felt the chains that held her arms loosen. They undid the handcuffs and I immediately covered myself with my arms.

I looked around for her underwear, but they had disappeared.

“Can I have my clothes back, please?”

“I am going to let the men some R and R with you now”, he said “but after they have had you I might let you put your underwear back on”.

They crowded in. Their hands groping all over my body. Some pulled or pushed me, but others grabbed my tits, my cunt and my ass. Occasionally, one would hold on to me for a minute while those around him shoved their fingers up my pussy or my ass. I was utterly helpless, manhandled by all the men, completely naked, pushed along as they brutally groped me.

“No, no, please stop, please, please let me go, let me go!”

Mustering all my strength, I tried to break away to get away , but the men had other ideas for me. Before I knew what was happening they had dragging me onto a table.

“No, NOO!!! LET ME GOOO, PLEEEEASSE!!!”

I was bent over on my stomach, arms and legs spread wide. I felt something penetrating my virgin cunt, pushing in until it met by the resistance of my hymen, my maidenhead and saviour.

But only for a moment he plunged roughly on in, tearing aside the last of my resistance, opening me up to full violation. I let out a scream as it tore, but it was drowned by his bestial grunting as he struck up a determined sequence of thrusts. The bastard was enjoying raping me, I had to stop his vile seed from fertilising me with some genetic throwback. I cried and screamed and struggled but she was wildly overpowered.

As I opened my mouth opened to scream, I saw one of the men undo his pants and expose his erect cock. I tried to clamp my mouth shut but man jammed the swollen purple buld of his throbbing prick into my mouth. The cock pushed deeper and was shoved down my throat, I was being forced to bury my nose into his filthy piss smelling pubic hair.

The man behind me was pounding away at me double time. I could barely breath. My arms were held tightly and I felt more hard cocks pushing against my clenched fists.

“Stroke them, bitch!!! JACK US OFF!!!” one of the men shouted, pulling my hair till I thought it would rip out of my skull. In pain, I opened my hands and grabbed the cocks that were there. I was utterly helpless and being pounded from both ends at the same time.

For a moment, my strength gave out and I submitted, allowed myself to be used and abused as though I had no existence at all except as something for pricks to penetrate and rub against. In that moment, the unthinkable happened again and I felt the sensations rising inside me. No, no, no, I couldn’t, I mustn’t – they’d think I was enjoying this violation, they would own me completely. I started struggling again and trying to scream but it was too late. My own movements just increased the growing
tide inside me.

One of the men I was stroking began to grunt and I knew he was going to cum. He groaned and I felt a hot spurt of sticky semen shoot out onto my body and into my hair. It only seemed to bring the orgasm closer. I tried to remind myself this was a brutal gang rape, but the image of dissolved into visions of tight, bunched, thrusting buttocks and red angry erect cocks penetrating my open vagina or spurting floods of cum over me. It turned me on even more.

The thrusts were accelerating both in my mouth and my cunt. My assailants were going to shoot their sperm into me simultaneously. I opened my eyes and saw several of the men had their stiff angry cocks out and were masturbating to the sight of my body being impaled.

Somebody shoved his finger up my ass and started twisting it around and pushing deeper and deeper. It sent waves of sexual pain through my whole body. Tears came to my eyes, but there was nothing I could do. I started bucking involuntarily, moving my ass up and down in rhythm with her assailant.

The crowd cheered,”Cum! Cum! Cum!”.

It filled me with disgust but I had no control of my body anymore, I was on the way to a massive orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it, it had taken over. I was racked by it, it rocked me from head to toe.

“Oh! Oh oh oh oH oh ohOH OH OH OOOOOHO OOOOOH OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH”

I thrashed wildly as the orgasm ripped through me, completely out of control. The cock in my mouth spurted load after load of hot salty jism into my mouth and down my throat. I was practically loosing consciousness with the strength of my cum. My mouth-rapist pulled out of my mouth and shot the rest of his cum onto her face, stinging my eyes.

My cunt-rapist came spurting hot spunk deep within my vagina and on up into my open cervix. I screamed in one final spasm of cumming and collapsed into tears shuddering in the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“Thanks very much Aunty” their leader laughed. I think we will start on the other girls now don’t you. Which one do you want next? Can I have a show of hands for the girl with the big tits that rides the bike?”