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I couldn't believe it, I hadn't seen Valentino for years, then he calls me up out of the blue. Sure, it was a bit cheezy, setting up a date for the day of he was named after, but if he was anything like I remember, he was good enough to let that pass.
I'd had a crush on him all through high school, but he had plenty of girls to distract him. I was far enough down the list that he graduated before my number came up. Not that he was a manslut, but from what I hear, he lived up to his name. A serial monogamist, he always had a backup for when he inevitably broke up with a girl.
I probably would've gotten a lower number in the line if I hadn't been such a late bloomer. It wasn't untill college that my complexion cleared up, and I could get contacts. I hit a last growth spurt then, too, and most of it went into my legs. Now, standing in front of my mirror, I can finally feel satisfied with myself. My breasts are still fairly small, but there isn't so much as a crease of sag beneath them. Thanks to the free school gym, I have a nice flat stomach now with just a hint of rippling. No washboard, but a satisfactory amount of muscle. Of course, the main thing is my legs.
They're beautifull, if I do say so myself. Long, lean, smoothe, and sleek, they are almost too long for the rest of me. They come up all the way to my nice tight rump, and I shave them religiously to the bikini line. To better show them off, I pull a short tight spagetti strap dress on over my lacey red panties, and matching bra from Victoria's Secret. Burghundy lipstic goes well with glossy nail polish, and I contrast them nicely with eye shadow the same shade as my green eyes. Other than that, I don't bother with makeup. My cheekbones are finally prominant enough to stand alone. Lastly, I step into the heels of 3" burghundy pumps, and grab my cute little purse.
It's only enough for a little cash, and the makeup in case I need it. Still, it doesn't compete with me, which is al I ask out of an accessory. My long legs carry me out to the door to his car before he even has to honk.
He's even more gorgeous than I remember, dark, hansome, and even tall, I realize as he steps out to get the door for me. Always the gentleman, whoever is with him never has to lift a finger for herself. "You look increadible," he compliments me as I step into his Porsche.
It's tiny in here, the center tunnel up to the height of an arm rest, so he obviously didn't plan to seduce me in it. Maybe I wasn't the only one who'd changed since high school. "Thak you," I ment it. somehow, he always sounded so sincere. He started it up with a muscular rumble that sounded more like a mustang than any porsche I'd ridden in. "Nice car," I returned the compliment.
He shrugged, "It's a 928," he threatened to bore me with car stuff, I feigned interest. "The only Porsche with a V8."
"Oh," at least he made it quick, "Where are we going?" I wondered.
"It's a surprise," he told me.
I just shrugged, I'd find out eventually, but hopefully it'd be somewhere we could be seen together. We where an exellent looking couple, my fair skin contrasting with his dark, his long wavy hair complimenting my straight black, his tall muscular manliness working with my tall sleak femininity. Both of us could be proud of who we had on each other's arm.
"How did you get my number?" I wondered. It wasn't listed, (Perverts) and I was no where near where I used to live.
He shrugged, "Saw you around, recognised you, and got your number from the campus directory." he relied in his deep rugged voce. That explained it, I guess.
I giggled, "I'm surprised you remembered my name, we didn't really talk much in school."
He nodded, "I'm sorry about that," he appologises sincerely, "My freinds figured you wheren't the right kind. I guess I was kind of shallow, and immature back then."
"It's alright," I reached over to pat his shoulder, "You're here now, and that's what counts." Now, he was all mine. "A party?"
We didn't go very far, but then, it was just a small Florida town. Not much here but the Campus, and the strip. We pulled up to a house past it, an old place converted into a fraternity. "Just for a minute," he offered, "I just need to pick something up."
And show me off, I bet. I got out before he made it around the car, and we walked up to it together. There where cars al over, but his was obviously the nicest. There was also a BMer, a Mercedes, and a couple of Acuras. Money fraternity. I could also hear music from inside, the heartbeat of dance. It got louder as the door opened.
I guess the other dates hadn't got there yet, or the whole Frat got stood up, because I didn't see any competition. That was alright, I came with what I wanted. "Want a drink?" Valintino shouted gently into my ear. I nodded to save my voice.
There was a bar in the living room, and he got me a Red Wine. I preffered Chablis, or some other nice white, but at least I matched my outfit. I sipped casually, and he led me over to a sofa.
I was right about the money, unlike any fraternity I'd ever seen, the furniture was bought new, and it was fairly clean except for the few drinks lying around. There seemed to be one for everyone, though, so I guess the big trash can was actually being used. 'Tino moved in beside me, and put his arm over my shoulders. "What did you need to get?" I asked politely, and he leaned in to have me repeat it.
I shouted it carefully into his ear, and he turned quickly to say, "You," and kissed me. I was shocked out how fast he moved, but he made up for it by being a good kisser. I responded, even parted my lips with his, and let his tongue dance with mine. Lost in the moment, I hardly noticed his hands on my chest untill they closed over my boobs.
Finally, I had to stop him, "What're you doing?" I pulled back to ask, and put my hands to his wrists. He just held them there, and I was too weak to stop him. I twisted, and my boobs popped out of his palms, but he just grabbed them again, harder.
"What d'you think?" he sneered. I tryed to pull back some more, but he came with me, and follwed me down to the couch.
I turned away as he came in to kiss me again, and only then noticed that we wheren't remotely alone. Every guy in the place was watching, and not making any effort to do anything about it. "Help me, please." I asked them, but they still didn't move, some took sips of their drinks, while others just leered at me. "Can I get you some fucking popcorn?" I offered sarcasticly.
Meanwhile, Valentino had switched to holding me down with one hand on the middle of my chest. "No!" I tryed to push him off, but I'd never benched any weight before. After all, I was going for tone, not bulk strength. His other went up my thigh, and the skirt of my dress came with it. "Let me go," I slapped at him, caght him with a nail, painfully. It even hurt too much to scratch him.
Not one to take chances, he let go long enough to grab my wrists, and hold them together. Pressing them up over me one handed, he went back to pushing my dress up. When he came to my hip, he pulled the strap of my underwear down.
"No, stop, RAPE!" I cried, but the music was up pretty damn loud. I don't think it made it out of the house, now I could only hope I could.
He grinned, reached up to undo his pants. I felt his erection against my lips, sliding along them as he scooted back. The tip came down, and pressed against me. "Please no," I was starting to cry, "Not here, not in front of all these guys." Why wheren't they doing anything?
Turning aside again, I could see the excitement in thier eyes. One was pumping his fist like a guy at a hockey game, then he went in.
I wasn't a virgin, or anything, but I really didn't become sexually active untill college. I'd never been fucked dry before, that's for sure. All the other guys had at least been kind enough to get me turned on first, or wait if it was painfull. Not this time, he wasn't concerned with me, just with what he could do to me. It hurt, real bad. I think I felt myself tear, worse even than the first time, which wasn't too long before.
I screamed, but again, the music covered it up. He pulled out, then stuck it in again. It still hurt, just the same. Over, and over untill it got somewhat slicker. I was so out of it with pain that it took me a while to realise that it was blood. He was fucking me raw inside, bloody as hamburger.
I couldn't look at him, couldn't look at them, so I closed my eyes. His hands closed on my chest again, crushing my boobs, and tearing my expensive dress. The bra unhooked in front, and my breasts broke free. He squeezed them so hard I bet they bruised. He pinched my nipples, twisted them. It was just more pain to the ache between my legs. Finally, he stopped, pushed all the way in me, and moaned. Though I couldn't feel it, I knew what was going on inside me. He was cumming, filling me with his dirty sperm. I wanted to puke, but unfortionately didn't have anything but half a glass of wine to throw up.
At last, he got up, "Alright," I opened my eyes to see he was talking to the other guys, "she's all yours."

TBC, I noticed you all where bitching about the lack of gang rape stories lately. Here it comes.
I screamed, long, and hard as they came in. Couldn't seem to stop. A bunck had their pricks out allready, and I sure didn't see any rubbers.
They grabbed me, hauled me up, and started tearing off my clothes. I wasn't wearing a whole lot to begin with, so it sure didn't take long.
"No!" I yelled, "Don't touch me!" for all the good it did. They did touch me, all over. My tities where crushed some more, but so was my ass, I felt a hand between my legs, fingers stabbing in. My legs went out from under me, but they held me up.
Somehow, I wound up suspended sideways. The penitrating fingers pulled away, and where replaced by someone's prick. I was getting hoarse form screaming now, unable to stop except to inhail. I kept telling them to stop, they where hurting me, plaeding, and begging for it to end untill someone put their dick in my mouth.
I guess I could've bitten him, it had even occured to me, but I didn't dare. I was getting gang raped, there was no way around that, but if I castrated one, they would probably have beaten me to death. I tried to keep my teeth together, though, keep him from putting that sick thing in my mouth, but strong hands pried my jaw open.
I never was a big fan of sucking dick. That big warm thing in my mouth always felt like a giant fucking worm. It tasted nasty too, like sweat, and soap, and the hair was a bad feeling. I wanted to puke even more as he shoved it in, especially when he poked the back of my throat. I gagged, and a little wine came out, but nothing else. It ran down my chin as he pulled out to stick it in again.
There where hands all over me, and little strikes I realised where guys slapping my with their dicks. I couldn't move my arms much, because there where stong hands holding them. That's how I was being held off the floor. The guy between my legs stopped pumping then, sank all the way in, and no doubt filled me with more sperm. At this rate, I was guarenteed to get pregnant, not to mention some kind of disease. God, I hoped it was something lethal, and quicker than AIDS.
Another one came in, stuck right into me, and went back to the fuck machine. How many where there? Ten? Twenty? More? I had no idea. I'd probably get done by them all before the night was through.
About then, the one in my face let loose. I'd never tasted cum before, never sucked dick long enough to. Usually the guy figured out eventually that I wasn't good at it. At least he pulled out the, I could feel it splashing warm, wet, and gooey on my face, and shoulder. I spat out the spurt, or two that was in my mouth. It tasted like that paste kids used to eat inpreschool, or Elmer's glue. Fucking nasty.
At that point, I felt myself fall, as he let me go. "The fuck?" the guy on the other end complained as I came off him. There was a breif tussle over me, but that just let some more come in.
I'd gotten to my knees then, found myself confronted by a forest of cocks. A hand came out, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved my face onto one of them. This one had a hood, like my clitorus, and tasted even worse than the one before it. For the love of god it had dries pee in it! I spat it out, but he slapped me with it, and yanked me forward again. This was worse than nausiating, being forced to suck such a dirty dick. I wished I had something to puke then, maybe it'd make him taste better.
A few of the guys had gotten down to my level, one was under the guy with his dick in my face, and forced me down on his. Another wsa behind me, grabing my ass, and rubbing his dick btween the cheeks. Oh god, no, not that. I hadn't even entertained the thought, the very idea was too repulsive. Unfortunately, my newest assaulter didn't feel the same way, because he pushed it hard agaiunst my back door.
I thought getting raped hurt, this was much worse. I tried clamping down, but that just made it that much more painfull. This wasn't a quick thrust, but a long, slow sinking in like shitting in reverse. Every inch of it hurt.
I felt something wet hit my back, and guessed someone couldn't wait. It ran down to my ass, and I felt the sodomized pull out to start wiping it in the crack. Dear god, I couldn't believe he was using someone elses cum as lube! That was the most disgusting thing I'd ever heard of, much less had done on me. Far worse than anything I'd ever imagined.
More wetness came. They where jacking off on me! Those who couldn't wait to put it somewhere in. It spattered me from all directions, hit both cheeks, my shoulders, all over my back, but there was a guy in front of me, so not much hit my chest. Then, he backed up, and shot it all over my front. More came in to hose me down too, and one guy put it in my mouth.
This time, he heald my head, and wouldn't let go. His other hand was wrapped tight around his prick as he shot onto my tongue. I gagged some more, tried to spit it out, but it just ran down my chin like drool. The guy under me started shaking hard, no doubt filling me from the other end, while his buggering frat brother finally had me reamed out enough to get in a decent stroke.
I could feel him reach around, and grab my chest. Sick warm jelly stuf squished under his hands, and he rubbed them around. Jesus, what a sick bastard, he pulled me back, off the other guys, and the dick popped out of my mouth. He was done anyway.
Some guy threw his leg over my sticky shoulders, and put his dick in my mouth. I didn't even bother resisting any more, just went limp, and tried to pass out. Damnit, I should've drank more, ate something before going out, maybe just stayed the fuck home! Being alone on valentines wasn't that bad, not compaired to this!
Another dick went into me the conventional way. I could feel cum, and probably blood too sliding down my legs now. I was numb inside, rubbed to raw to even feel anymore. I could almost turn around, and see myself, like I was watching this, instead of living it. The three guys pumping in, and out of me, the rest jerking off, the sweat, blood, cum, and shit covering me. I couldn't believe the still wanted to fuck me like that. It was disgusting, a mindless orgy of rape for it's own sake. I couldn't even feel sick any more, not even shame, just pity for the hard up frat boys, and their victim. I didn't even associate her with me anymore, I was just an observer, too entranced by the horror to turn away.
Time lost meaning then, I couldn't keep track of the minutes, the dicks going into me, the loads of cum, or how many times I was violated, and in what holes. Maybe I passed out in there, there's definitely gaps, I don't even remember it ending. All I know is the next thing was me being dragged away from the mass of grunting, fucking me, and up the stairs. Two men carried me, naked, and soft dicked. They threw me in the shower, turned on the water, and shut the door.
I just sat there awhile, to stuned to move, or even cry anymore. I'd done a lot over the past…how long? Could I still cry? I guess so, though to water washed it away as fast as it came. The nasty shit was washing off to, the milky white slime, pink striped between my legs where it swirled down the drain. My jaw hurt, my ass hurt, and… I just hurt.
All of a sudden, the door swung open, and two naked guys came in again. Could've been the same guys, didn't matter, they where all guys. At least they wheren't hard. The scrubbed me, used the shower head to wash me out, wrapped me in towels, and took me out the back.
Over the music, I heard the distinct sounds of a girl getting raped. Maybe another had showed up? They took me around the side yard, put me in a van, closed the doors behind me. One stayed in the back with me, kept me from escaping, but while I was at the side doors, I saw Valintino's Porshe. He was opening the door, leading another girl out. My keeper's hand went over my mouth before I could cry out. Tell her what was in store.

I guess this is kind of the sequel to "Rape gang", if you want to think of it that way. Tommy was repla ced by Valentino, but I guess he could be in that frat. OTOH, this shit happens all over the place. NE way, happy Vallentine's