Bridgette


It was eight XXX in the evening on a Friday but unfortunately for Bridgette she had to stay to terminate the undertaking in the research laboratory she and fellow worker had started earlier in the week. The vaccine had proved a difficult one to finagle but success had been accomplished and she just needed to ensure all the proper document were straight before they presented their accolade to the many curate, heads of departments and other dignitaries at the forthcoming pressure league on Monday morning.
She was so proud of what had been accomplished that she had forgotten all about her own life, boyfriend and the fact that the science laboratory was one of those government secret hidden away in a small recess of some non descript land deep in its woods and the driveway to her accommodation auction block was at least 45 minutes along uneven sparsely paved winding back road that tried the honest vehicles suspension to the absolute maximum.
Bridgette put all her leaflet into the filing cabinet then wiggled across the lab 30 feet to the opposite wall to flip off the lights before exiting the building but on her way out she thought she might just pop into the madam and refresh her makeup and change into the shortly crop top she had packed into her hand bag earlier when she left her flat. It was a floral design and hung loosely on one shoulder. She really like this one out of the 4 she owned because it made her knocker face bigger than the 36DD cup they were and with the strapless bra her titmouse gave the conjuring trick of being very pert with the nipples sticking straight ahead as if somebody had shoved ice directly on them. The dead loosely elasticised sleeve and shoe collar gave her the impression she was wearing something Spanish people in rootage but naughty.
Her build hugging jeans didn't leave much to imagination between her legs as they clung to her like they had been freshly painted on. The high heels were straps on so basically and her Auburn her cascaded down her dorsum in a long pony stern she had weaved that morning just touching the little of her back. At 5'2"tall and advisement in at 8st Bridgette was a walking, talking, intelligent sex dame that all her male colleagues wanted to fuck or at least have her wrap those red-hot pouting fully lips around their stopcock and suck for queen and country.
As she stepped out of the building and made her way to the 25 class old Detroit rust bucket her thoughts turned to what the repose of her evening and the weekend could adjure up on a social graduated table and the fact that the humid searing heat already had her breaking a elbow grease as she felt the first small droplet snake down between her firm juicy tits but nevertheless she continued on instead of wiping herself. As her key entered the threshold lock she thought she heard the classifiable backfire of a male fellow worker car in the far distance or perhaps it was the guerrilla battler she had heard so many rumours about firing off the odd round of golf. She knew they presented no danger to the science squad she was a part of because of the work they had done in that land which help improve the timbre of life all round.
The rust bucket roared into liveliness as Bridgette turned the key in the ignition. It was old and full of incision and had More rust blotch than a leopard had spots but it worked and got her from point A to spot B some what reliably as long as a pray was said before one sat off which she had forgotten to do. At the first stringent flex some quartern of a air mile away from her lab she encountered the first of many large potholes, skilfully she dodged it and proceeded toward the next of which she had a mental map of. Feeling surefooted and with the daylight fading fast she decided to put her foot down a little. She knew that the one headlamp would adequately light her path but it would give birth been nicer to have both especially since her driving trash had broke and all she had were her recitation field glass. Never mind she thought, it won't take long to negotiate the potholes and bends and the casual furry four-legged pest that always seem to like to circumvent the headlamp.
Twenty arcminute had past since Bridgette had left the lab and she was deeply engrossed concentrating on the rugged grim route and Bon Jovi. The CD was old but the music was good maybe too good for a dart moment Bridgette started daydreaming of the concert she had been too back in the day to see Bon Jovi live. The even was hot and the perspiration was almost running down her cleavage, this added to her distraction as she was feeling some what randy as the car bounced and swerved. Suddenly there was an Maker clap under it which bought Bridgette back to reality like an electric shock."What the fuck ! !"she exclaimed The car felt funny as if it was sitting lopsided as it skidded to a grinding stop."Oh screwing ! !"she thought as she jumped out to have a look."Fuck ! !"“ piece of ass ! !"“ Fuck ! !"“ fuck NO ! ! !"she bellowed as see saw what had happened."Stupid furry thingy and a pot hole ! ! !"The fur was all over the bumper, there was a short thingy sticking out from under her car and the front compensate side sat in monumental pot cakehole and Bridgette could see with her limited girly, little girl knowledge of auto-mechanic that she was in a whole humanity of bullshit. Half way plate, in the middle of the hobo camp, no woolly mullein, no food, no drink and only a thinner blouse than the one she had worn to work out earlier but that was the to the lowest degree of her problem. Her fancy new mobile didn't work yet and darkness was marching ever closer. There was rustling noise coming from the surrounding forest, loads of funny story noises coming in from every direction.
Bridgette was real frightened now and then she remembered."What a dummy ! !"“ I forgot to pray for condom passing home"she thought about this for a moment then dismissed it as a obtuse superstitious notion. Just then she saw torch lights headed her way from within the timberland and vocalization. There must have been at to the lowest degree 5 to 7 she counted and they were speaking English language. As they drew penny-pinching she thought she recognised at to the lowest degree 3 of the phonation as belonging to some of her fellow.
Bridgette was relieved to see the three men but annoyed at the same prison term as these three were the one that she avoided as much as potential with their lecherous style and snide sexist commentary. She rationalised and drew the ending that their caller was better than being stranded here on this outback forest road all alone for the oddment of the Night with what ever petty or tumid furry nasty that may get along and want to make a meal of her.
Jannis, Topali and Omar broke into the clearing of the road carrying large burlap dismission and smoking immense joints. There were 4 other men but they were in camouflage armed combat gear carrying rather huge accelerator pedal. It was Omar who saw Bridgette first and made a comment."wellspring look what we have here ! !"“ Looks a woman needing a handwriting or two…maybe more.. ?"“ Hi Bridgette, What the Hades are you doing hanging around these parts.. ?"“ Waiting for some of this Colombian ?"“ Fancy a suck on my spliff ?"“ It's trade good, very stiff and can put you on cloud nine in no prison term"
"Nah, mate."said Topali,"She waiting for the breakdown services"“ Can't you see.. ?"“ her front end in a mess and there is no way out ! ! ”."You two are being very stupid !"sneered Jannis"She was actually waiting to apologise for being that teasing niggling slut that likes to see all our pecker get hard at her antics in the lab but gives no one relief !"“ Well like it or not the petty whore is all alone now and we are going to get an apologia and she is going to have all of us what we want.. ! ! !"
With that Bridgette shouted for them all to fuck off as she turned to run but the road took dupe number two this night. Her high bounder snapped and she tumbled to the priming just in the grandiloquent green goddess near the incline of the road. If anyone was listening carefully that night they could induce heard her thigh-slapper as the men ripped and tore the clothes from her body. They picked her up and held her by the weaponry and ankles as some one took out a hunting tongue and sliced her tight jeans right off her cute pert ass and shapely thighs exposing a unadulterated Edward D. White thong which was duly sliced through and fell to the flat coat in threads. Bridgette no longer jiggle to walk but wiggled and squirmed to reveal free of her attacker grasp but she was over powered by these 7 highly stoned unattackable men. They carried her deeper into the jungle as she fought with all her might. She listened through her own screams what each had in idea to do to her. They were going to rape this slut to within an inch of her life and they were going to revel every second base of it.
At their base camp out some one-fourth of a mile from where she had broke down they tied her to a mail service with her munition over her nous but everything else dislodge to strike about. Jannis took some leaves from a pot from inside a tent and stuffed a huge chunk of them into her mouth then put chief tape over her mouth and around her head to hold it on. The appreciation was acrid and sweetened at once with the leave-taking slightly stinging her tongue and oral cavity. She had no selection but to masticate and accept her own spittle mixed with the juice from the leaves.
The men left her tied up moaning, pleading and with no choice chewing, swallowing the deadly nightshade bung whilst they rolled more joints and cooked freshly killed core. Omar dragged out a bottle of vodka from a cold running game stream some 20 thou from the camp and returned as three of the other men were opening bottom of beer. They all ate drank and smoked hashish for a routine of hours before their attention turned back to Bridgette who by now was just standing there. She felt the jumbo jungle mosquitoes biting and the sweat pouring from every stomate down her au naturel body and she felt the rope biting into her wrist as her limb were being tied lower on the Emily Price Post. She quivered at the tactile property of many mouths partaking of the charms her aphrodisiac little body had to offer and the fingers probing her slit invading her plane miserly pussy. Her mind was there but vague, she could sense everything amplified 10 fold. She spoke to herself mentally but it sounded as if individual was hollering at her from a length. She did manage a line of descent curdling belly laugh as mortal picked her up at the waist and put her shapely smooth thigh over his shoulder joint as his hot wet mouth engulfed her pulsating kitty. The feel of his lingua flickering up and down her sore button and the vibration of his pursed lip humming on the egotistic head of her love release was unbearable. Her body convulsed and shake off violently as her eyes rolled back into their sockets, her mouth went dry and she lost timing with reality when he stopped sucking and licking and rammed the longest tongue she had ever experienced deep in her waning pussy hitting that special spot unknown to many men.
She had never experienced meteor exhibitor or heard birds nor music from nowhere, she had always dreamed of experiencing some earth moving moment, the volcanic explosion of seeing fireworks appear from nowhere before her eyes and right field at that precise moment it all happened at once.
His tongue was amazingly good as where the track curly haircloth from his goatee and moustache. Bridgette's physical structure was making decisiveness for itself it seemed and her brain was just there to observe as it where. The onslaught seem to go on for years or was it month, maybe hebdomad, she was not of speech sound mind to tell, she didn't caution, all she wanted now was expiation, fulfilment, her snatch began to ache like she had never experienced. Bridgette needed dick and mass of it quickly. The fervency in her pussy was unbearable, every millimetre of her sexual love hole throbbed, vibrated, burned and demanded depicted object."Where did he con how to do this ?"was the merely sane thought in her mind intoxicated by the chemical makeover of the hashish.
Bridgette was so far gone and entwined with her pussy being eaten that she never noticed his modification of side. She was seriously stoned and it was getting stronger because of the quantity she had been forced to consume. She imagined herself floating on a removed planet with odd forest foliage, rolling tundra and deep valley with high mountains shimmering in florescent outlander sunlight, cold breezes against searing sands and the deepest blue sky anywhere imaginable. Her mind was galloping out of control but sane enough to feel what these devils where doing.
Two of the men now held a leg each apart by her thighs as her first attacker stood up between them and lined up his straining cock to the backtalk of her mendicancy pussy. Bridgette had lost all mastery and her trench invest carnal instincts were surfacing like bubbles in a fizzy drink.
It felt like someone had shoved a oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree up here love tunnel when he slammed it in and she felt every dimple, pulse, throbbing vein, coarse hair, hardened ridgepole on the protuberant promontory and sweltering hot milometer as his pecker rammed deep into virgin territory of her kitty hole. It was huge at to the lowest degree a undecomposed beer can in perimeter with a question the sizing of a cricket musket ball. The ridgeline on the drumhead before it joined the shaft was very pronounced and the pulsating swelling in it was like nothing she had ever felt before."AAAARRRGGHH"“ AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH"“ OOOOOOOOOHHHHH"“ AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE"“ NOOOo"“ NNNNOOOOO"”"“ PPPLLEEAASSSSEEEE"” she managed but this only made her first attacker more specify to fuck her into lunacy.
They fucked her all night and left not one inch of her petite skeletal system untouched, not one hole unused taking it turns to use her to their broad atonement. Some one sucked hard on her breast and tweaked her nipple, pulling and twisting them painfully hard. They squeezed and kneaded her lady gawk for a eternity it seemed and her pussy responded with gushing wet complaisance as it was invaded endlessly by cock after vast cock. Bridgette had never before these present moment had a gigantic monstrous pecker rape her pert little arse hole but it gave up sovereign virginity to her third violent attendant. She passed out as the monstrous pecker tore into her helpless arse paving new paths of painfulness and later pleasure. Her pussy acknowledged every jab in her arse, every squeeze and kneading of her egotistical tit, every puff and pinch of her distended nipples, she was becoming a woman all over again this night, 7 fold.
She woke noon to rhythmic front on her aching sore and abused organic structure. The stench of dried cum and anal bile invaded her nostrils. The lingering taste of mouth after mouthful of male semen filled her nostrils as the human race seem to slowly float by. Bridgette was still stoned and the ill-usage had started all over but this clip she was on her back with a hard male body pinning her to the ground as her legs where being held up and open by large rough hairy manpower. Her bum was cushioned from the cold wet grass by heater inviolable hands belonging to her rapist who squeezed every time his huge cock plummeted into her burning kitty.
She could feel the post to which her hands where still tied too as she tried to fascinate anything to ease her torment but it only reminded her of the massive stopcock she have had to service all night. It was different though, she knew what was coming and she knew how she was going to get it. She had no choice but to go along with what the next 4 minute would bring in so she started to slowly tantalise his immense appendage back. She bucked, swayed, wiggled and made her swollen slit suck as hard as she could manage matching every jab with one or more back, slamming his meat deep into her destroy pussy, making every muscle she could still control massage and squeeze as hard as possible in her velvet burrow. The juices flowed as she squirted time after time again as every sexual climax compounded on top of a previous.
Bridgette began to feel as though she had some control condition now over the affair as fourth dimension marched on and she looked forward to the succeeding gigantic weapon to assault her garden pink little sleep together maw. Her screams were different too. Now she screamed as each multiple orgasm racked her body as she wrapped her sexy shapely legs tightly around every military man back that laid with her.
It was her time for an apologia and she was going to make each one physically pay, tenfold .