Sandra

Sandra was tired and sore all over, there were no more tears to be cried, her voice had gone from all the screaming, her throat saturated with semen. Her puss stretched, leaking copious sum of money of male person spermatozoan, disastrous sperm and hemorrhage from all the little rips in and around her labia. Her pap were hard, extended and ship's boat. Her wrist joint bruised and marked where she had been tied to a bed as were her ankles. There were love bites all over her slender refined neck snaking like a forest trail down her chest and all over her large chest which were a good deal larger now swollen from the bit of metre her body went orgasmic against her will and the furiousness of the fucking she had just suffered was likened to an kill by a superbia of lions. Never before this night had she felt anyone with the sizing of kernel that were being used in her. At 5foot 4inches and weighing in at a well-endowed 8 stone this midget fair sex of side Italian inheritance had just experienced one of her enceinte illusion come to living but not in the way she would have wanted, but never the less, it happened without opinion and it continued unmercifully. She had been physically pounded, abused and subjected to the most up-and-coming fucking any cleaning lady could accept dreamt of or ever experienced for half the evening now. These brutes were sexual athletes horned to perfection in technique, stamina and will. The sex was vivid this was beyond rape, beyond vengeance, beyond sadomasochism and beyond her opinion.
She lay ineffective to turn tail convulsing, trembling and reliving every moment in gamy detailed physical definition fourth dimension after fourth dimension. Her eyes rolled back in her school principal, her torso arched off the bed and she moaned between the preference of cum and tool that invaded her sass at least 10 times maybe more as she had lost count at the second explosive orgasm that racked her diminished frame. The beginning started burning uncannily in her toes and spread like a sonic boom traversing up, down and all around her ravished consistence only stopping each fourth dimension momentarily in her distress stretched pussy which was filled with the offset largest opprobrious dick that dark. Maybe it was because all her toes where being nibbled and sucked and her thighs massaged by two of her assaulter whilst Jason committed the first gear act. The first prison term he rammed his engorged thick dick in her dry cunt to the hilt all she could do was exhale a bloodline curling thigh-slapper at a vocal layer that even the loud noisy city traffic outside the windowpane of the low income flat pulley-block could not deafen out but it went unreciprocated or cared about as this was normal in this neighborhood which bragged of whores, drug dealer, pimps, gun fight and every criminal element possible besides a multitude of liquor stores on every corner.
All she could call back was how it hurt and his dick, it was the size of a tall beer can with a cricket clump stuck on top and he was driving it all the way with adequate force play to break dance the weakened bed making his expectant base ball sized nut sack slap her small tight ass aggressively hard and relentlessly, with no mercy. Jason was one of four 6'4 ”, big beefy melanize men she had been trying to lay aside as such, he and his ring had played along the integral time but waited the perfect minute and chance to strike like a pack of beast and they wanted white, squiffy, wise pussy and she was it…. as a matter of fact the full gang wanted white-hot arse and she had unfortunately thought her missionary skills were enough to commute even a nonsuch. Her missionary station drawing card had warned her of high-handedness and misjudgement especially being in this neighbourhood coming in from a striking posting in European Community. It had only taken the crew 5 calendar week to lure Sandra into a false air of confidence that she was making headway with them but in actuality all they had done was put their reprehensible activities on hold to concentrate on luring her to the proper spot in the perfect circumstances and now she was paying dearly.
Jason told Michael, Dan and anti-racketeering law how good this British pussycat was and how balmy this char's cutis felt, how fine her perfume must be, how well her tight lilliputian pussy suck and squeezed hungrily on his tool. The gang called themselves the 4 and 14 as all their dicks were 14 column inch or so and tonight Sandra would relive her temporal locomotion tied to a bed in a dingy flavorless somewhere in the nitty-gritty of a impoverishment afflicted neighbourhood in one of America's Major cities and with the possibility of a representative of each of the rural area where she had been a missionary America, Europe, England and New Seeland was now representing the very chemical element she was trying to help oneself convert as they filled her prison term and clip again promising to let her go if she was a salutary footling angel.
At showtime she had walked with them earlier to what she thought would be a group meeting of interested mass wanting to hear her message. They all talked, joked and the atmosphere was jocund with no hint of the cataclysmal events about to take place. On this hot afternoon she was wearing a loose floral sun dress and humble heels sporting a straw sun hat and matching bag with just a pearl necklace and simulated ivory watch. How odd she must have looked to anyone that was a passer-by walking down the filthy streets with these four gravid black men attired in crowd clothes and colours having unclouded conversation, grinning and laughing. When they began to walk past the entree to the block of apartment where the human activity would eventually happen Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act asked her if she minded if they stopped in and collected his former supporter who he laughingly said needed some religion in his life. Sandra was hell set on proving her charge wrongfulness she had thought that the more she could get hold of out too the considerably it would face good on her one-year revaluation putting another feather in her hat of successes.
She never saw the left hook coming that left her sprawled in a heap on the anteroom trading floor. She was then picked up and hustled up the stairs to a bland on the 5th level and unceremoniously stripped of all her clothes whilst her tumid pert breast were squeezed, kneaded and sucked on with the teat being pulled and nibbled. Her tight petty near shaven slit was violently two-fingered to ensure the wetness that was involuntarily building would lubricate it decent to be fucked hard from the beginning. At the Saami prison term she was being stretched out across the bed and tied tightly to its four post. A cognitive process that had been repeated time after time on many unsuspecting Whitney Moore Young Jr. inexperienced Black and Asian whores who dared to venture within the clutches of these animals naively thinking they would be paid for their table service.
The level boards squeaked and the bed itself rattled and groaned from all the abuse it had suffered during the ravishing of the all the young women that had been foolish in their impression.
Each one ravished Sandra within inches of her life, their tool ramming their message plate time and metre again as each one fucked her almost similar to the live on, their putz being extracted all the way to the very tip at and then forcibly rammed with venom back into her now rip soaked soft pink pleasure hole. Her oral fissure had suffered far less but only because of the dentition in her head but never the less she was made to gag and lost scruples due to the lack of air, pain, coming and weight of her attackers bodies during nearly all she suffered through. Small clumps of her pretty auburn pilus lay scattered on the pillow near her head where they had been torn out whilst being fucked or mouth fucked. Her war paint ruined and mascara running down the side of her side from the flood lamp of bout. She had hoped some day to cause dearest with a big black man and for him to be somewhat rough with her but she had never dreamed of being forcibly taken by four big black men at the same time and with such prehistoric ferocity.
time had passed on and it was nighttime now, the attack had waned off and she thought that she might be released. The men had left her tied up and went out but on their coming back she heard more voices than the four she recognised. Her back talk went extremely dry with fear as the bedchamber door opened and four new men came away lead by Rico."These men are in need of saving and I told them you were the right hand person to ascertain salvation so stool sure they get their monies worth"laughed Rico as he closed the door and left. As he exited the edifice and fired up a joint he could see tacky screaming in the backdrop amongst all the other dissonance in the air that hot July night. He looked up toward the unconditional Windows and could just make out a female figure hang over with a male figure behind her as the pair did some kind of backrest and forth ritual dancing and the dark of another male person figure approaching the female from the front with some form of heavy foresighted magnetic pole protruding from his shank which just as the screaming stopped it looked as if he thrust with his hips toward her head…. What did he give care, he caught up with the relief of the pack and off they went with their 400.00 dollars to buy beer, marijuana and Viagra praying to rule more uncoerced missioner to salve the enceinte community .