Agnes gets home plate to a broken window, courtesy of the brick left on her couch.

She lets out a shaky breath and considers her options. She's too proud to run away, born and raised here as she was. And affair have been just shaken enough with Robbie, her boyfriend, that she can't seriously deal asking him to displace in with her. But a result is needed, fast, because the knot is closing in around her cervix. surmisal that's what happens when a concerned citizen makes a - supposedly anonymous - claim to the police about some gang member circling around the local bank. Five of the guy wire ended up arrested and Agnes got a metaphoric, vivid red target on her back.

Shaky with adrenaline, she forces herself to drive the brick and study it. There's something written on it, but it's not the first time she has received this message.

fucking with us, we fuck with you, with a badly drawn baseball bat on the side. The gang is famed for walking around with bats slung on their berm, and any murder committed with that as a weapon can be traced back to them. Luckily for Agnes, they also famously avoid murdering adult female. If a female child happens to see red the work party enough, they just rape her ass with a baseball game bat instead. As a topical anesthetic, she has heard enough of these stories to hump what's coming her way.

"Hey, can you do over tonight ? I'm not feeling too safety aright now… plus, it would be super overnice to actually advert out."In two minutes, she has called all of her airless friends, as well as her boyfriend, and invited them over.

Relieved that she won't be alone for the night, Agnes goes on with her routine. By the time her acquaintance and Robbie have arrived, she has mostly forgotten about the gang, their threats, and has had just enough beers that she's relaxed and giggly, her expression warmed up by the alcohol. Her use, however is swiftly interrupted by a loud rumble, the speech sound of multiple vehicles pulling up.

"What—"Her friend, Clay, begins asking, but Agnes'boyfriend has already jumped to action.

"stopping point all the windowpane ! lock chamber them !"Robbie runs to the backdoor, locking it, then makes sure the front one is as well."Are you okay ?"He rushes back to Agnes, who stands frozen in berth, fear freezing her veins.

"I-I'm—"She stutters, but is rudely interrupted by a garish bam against the door.

"Is it the ring ?"Clay asks, eyes wide.

"I didn't think it was this sober,"Luke, her childhood best Quaker, adds in.

Another kick, even louder, can be heard. The movement room access creaks ominously.

"They will get in, they will…"Agnes turns to Robbie, eyes total of tears.

"I will protect you,"he promises, kissing her forehead.

"I'm calling the cops."Luke says, but it's already too late.

The doorway gives up its fight with a thump and a garish bang against the wall, and mob members pour into the house. They are quick, effective and ruthless. Gospel According to Luke's phone is knocked to the primer, then smashed underfoot. The other 1 are collected, if needed, with force. All the men carry baseball game bats, but the glow metal on their sash is even more intimidating.

Their leader step in last and takes the prison term to fill up the broken door behind him. He smirks at Agnes, then walks a R-2 around her and Robbie, who has his implements of war protectively wrapped around her.

"Are you her swain ?"He breaks the silence.

Robbie doesn't reply, he pulls Agnes even closer, instead.

"solution me this, have you ever fucked your cunt up the ass ? Uh ?"The gang members chuckle. Agnes and her friends recoil in fear."There's nothing quite like it, my man. Dominating a woman like that, making her squeal like a little pig as you rearrange her insides ? That's the substantial thing, you know ?"

No one responds, there's a long mo of charged silence.

"Your missy here has a big mouth. She told on my boys, and she will pay for it with her ass. Now, I can beat you down until you're catatonic and get on with it, but I would rather you watch me laying waste her."

That seems to be the cue, as two of the goon step forward and forcibly remove Agnes from Robbie's implements of war. She screams, trashes, begs, but it's no use. tear bluer her vision, but she's somewhat relieved to see that the men obey their loss leader, and don't hurt Robbie too badly. Instead, they wrestle him to his genu, immobilizing him.

"Please, leave her alone !"corpse begs as he watches Agnes being manhandled, but it's no use.

She's held in space by two men while a third gear one undoes her jeans with a smirk on his font. Agnes blush bright red and tries to writhe away, struggling against the tight hold she's under. It's to no avail, but she can't avail but try to flee as her male friend watch her jeans be pulled down to her human knee, revealing the small, black thong she's wear. Even more striking, however, is the sight of the house, daily round, large cheeks of her ass, the peel there pale and unblemished, the shape perfect and womanly. Agnes'shyness makes the pic unbearable, as she feels humiliated under the lascivious gaze of the gang fellow member and the dismayed formulation on her friends'faces.

"Pl-please, stop, please,"she begs, still turning and moving as she tries to get away. All that she achieves, however, is in getting the juicy globe of her ass to joggle for everyone to see."Cl-clay, Luke, please close your eyes, please."

"finish your damn eyes and I will bungle your Einstein out."Hugo threatens, smiling."This appearance deserves an audience."He licks his dentition, like a shark."Now, let's get on with it. I have a baseball bat to fit in you."

"No, no !"Agnes cries out as she's pushed around.

It takes three men to get her gear up, as she struggles the whole time, horrified by what she knows is coming. One rips her white shirt and bra open, allowing her perky, average-sized tits to spring free for everyone to see. The other two hold her in office tightly, though they aren't shy about coping a tone, broad hand squeezing and slapping her thighs, her ass, grabbing her breasts until the skin is bright red. Agnes battle cry out in pain in the neck, tears of chagrin making their way down her face.

"I want her niggling friends to see it all."Hugo remarks."Turn her ass towards us, yes, like that. Now, bend her over, nice."

They force her onto her knees. A firm handwriting on the nape of her neck presses down until her cheek is resting on the rug. Someone is holding both of her articulatio talocruralis in billet, and the spot naturally allows for her ass cheeks to part, revealing what her bantam black G-string barely hides. Agnes couldn't be enjoying the proceeding any less, and the cognition of what comes next makes everything inside clasp tight. She thrashes in desperation, but the grip on her tree branch is iron-strong.

Saint Luke can't help but stare at the crevice between his skillful friend's legs. There's glistening pink there, on her most vulnerable, intimate folds, a bit of hair peeking from either side of her scanty. One of the bunch extremity pulls a heavy, generous impudence aside, revealing Sir Thomas More of that wrinkled skin leading to the pucker of her motherfucker, which the guy touches with a finger's breadth. Agnes start at the feeling, trashing harder.

"Please, god, please, don't look !"Her workforce move ungainly as she tries to bring them down, out of the clutch of the men holding her in piazza, in order to address herself. She manages to get nowhere, however, as her wrists are tightly secured and her place couldn't be more revealing.

One of the men slaps her ass and she whimpers pathetically.

The gang leader, Victor-Marie Hugo, couldn't be anticipating what comes next more. He has a sadistic streak to him that, fortunately, his occupation allows him to indulge in often. He enjoys killing, torturing, maiming, pretty much all that is required of him in decree to smoothly run his mob. But he can confidently reassert that he likes this most of all. The baseball game bat feels particularly heavy in his hired man as he circles around the bitch he's about to destroy, his cock already at half-mast. Just the cerebration of what he's about to do to her makes it twitch.

"Juicy footling loose woman,"he compliments, then leans down and rip her pantie away in one houseclean motion.

Her cute short pussy, pubic region trimmed to a square, is now fully revealed to the mass in the room. His men hoot their perceptiveness. One of Agnes'friends makes the error of closing his heart and gets a punch for his troubles.

"Pl-please don't, please."Agnes begs, squirming on her knees, trying to escape.

Hugo ignores her pathetic supplication. He can now see her Pres Young, luscious physical structure exposed, and it makes his erecting rise further.

"You got an ass on you, girl. If your boy doesn't fuck it every shucks dark, call me and I will."

deflexion down, he fills his hand with one meaty cheek. She's all blanch pelt and soft curves, unmarred, pretty in an inexperienced person, alluring way. Victor Hugo understands why a daughter like her would tell on his boys, too naïve to know better. Now, if she survives tonight, she is guaranteed to never create the like error again. But he would be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy punishing her.

Looking at her firm and generous ass, her thick second joint and the tiny waist that makes her extra feminine-looking, Victor-Marie Hugo thinks he could come back to rape her again in the future just for the fun of it, no snitching requisite. She's gorgeous, her sweetness makes the situation all the more delectable. Most women he gets to do this to are actual slattern, already well used. Not this one.

"Hold her brass spread for me,"his men are more than happy to follow, eyes gleaming with the Saami sadistic desire that Hugo feels. set over like this, her reduce waist makes her ass look even bigger somehow, which leaves Hugo literally salivating for it.

He procures the lubricator from one of his many pockets and takes his fresh time to snap it assailable and spread its contents over the thicker end of the atomic number 13 bat he chose for this juncture. The smoothness of the surface makes it slightly easier to drive inside unwilling cleft, which is a curse in disguise, as it makes penetration more likely.

The young woman is so small-scale, slight arm and forgetful in stature. He rests the baseball game bat against her ass and his pecker throb at the size of it of it in comparison to her. She's sniffing, whimpering, begging still, but he drowns out her voice. When she feels the cold lube on her ass, her struggle is renewed, and she screams. Her boyfriend has shut up now, probably too shocked at the mess, and her friends have also ceased their objection.

"Who wants to bet that it will slue right in her slutty hole ? I'm sure this ass has seen plenty of action."He provokes, then slaps one boldness just to see it jiggle.

"Ple-please, I've never done anything li-like this."

The petite rosebud of her asshole corroborates her discussion, and that only makes Hugo all the more energise. He presses the end of the bat against it, just rests it there. Indeed, it looks like it should never fit. But he's up for a challenge.

"We are going to repair that, then. I'm sure your man will savour the show, won't he ?"Hugo glances at the guy and is amused to see that he's watching with to the full aid, oculus wide.

"I-it will rip me apart !"Agnes cries out, heroic. Hugo chuckles.

Bracing himself, he begins applying pressure. The lady friend screams, terrified, and fights like a natural state cat to scat, but his men have a business firm hold on her, she's completely helpless. Hugo is somewhat distracted by the fierce throbbing of his dick, as the harder it is to offend her, the hornier he gets. She probably was, indeed, telling the truth, and he's about to ruin a virgin asshole by fucking it loose with baseball game bat. The way she's screeching like a distress cat and combat as hard as she can would certainly point that.

"Please, nononononono !"Her litany is loud enough to hurt his ears.

Agnes thrashes in despair, convinced that she's about to be torn candid by the vast implement being forced inside of her. The carpet under her stifle is not at all forgiving, making them glow, and the hired man on her organic structure are backbreaking and sozzled. She tries everything, kicking, scratching, crying, thrashing. She arches her back, trying to escape the baseball bat being forced against her, and that makes her parlous balance fail. Dropping to her stomach, Agnes only becomes more vulnerable to the ravishment on her, as her pelvis have nowhere to run from it.

Hugo kneels beside her, both mitt on the bat, and puts some of his body weight into it.

The girl shrieking so tacky that he's sure the windows will crack any time. That's when her boyfriend finally snaps out of his jounce.

"STOP ! leave her alone."

epinephrine helps Robbie fight his way to a standing position. He punches one, two guys, then is tackled to the ground and kicked repeatedly. Agnes cries out again, but he doesn't know if it's because he's getting musical rhythm or because… He would rather not retrieve about it. As he's immobilized again, however, Robbie can't service but feeling at her, if only to gain sure she's still alive. She is, and the gang leader is having a toughie sentence achieving his end. That makes Robbie feel better for all of a second, just until she cries out in infliction and little terror yet again.

"gap her cheeks wider, yes, make her arch, good."He instructs his men."Fuck, that is a close ass right here, it really doesn't want to afford up for me."

With a grunt of drive, Hugo increases the pressure, putting more of his weight on the end of the bat. Agnes's scream is deafening, medicine to his auricle. The pain is unbearable, like she's being ripped apart. The head of the baseball, the thickest part, finally slides in, courtesy of the lubricating substance and Hugo's purpose. Agnes hollers as she's impaled, the in being pushed in mercilessly after the initial breach. Her toes Robert Curl and she keeps trying to scramble away, but it's hopeless.

mouthpiece wide open as if she can't breathe in enough air, Agnes pants and drools, completely overwhelmed. A river of tears flows down her pretty facial expression, making a passel of her make up, closely followed by snot, which, surprisingly, only makes the picture more arousing for the gang members around. She's completely, utterly dominated. A butterfly stroke skewered to a showing. The fluids copiously leaking from her face drip on the carpet.

"The more you fight, the worse it will be, slut."

"F-fuuck, p-please…"Her voice is weak now, as if her durability has left her.

The sharpness of her whoreson is bright red, stretched to its maximum, worked open slowly and surely. Robbie watches it all, mouth wide open in seismic disturbance. He and Agnes never did any ass play. She was never comfortable with it, said that even finger's breadth hurt too practically, and her petiteness means that her kitty is so all-fired tight that he never really neglect fucking her ass. He knows he should look away. He knows this is horrible, a traumatizing consequence that will obsess his girlfriend forever. She's being raped in the ass with a baseball bat while the people closest to her watch, while members of a gang laugh and jeer at her suffering, cupping their erections over their jeans.

Robbie wishes he could cup his hard-on. Or, better yet, pull it out and pump it slowly while he watches the girl he loves be cruelly sodomized. She just looks so good, so pretty, bent over like a hole to be used, the huge baseball bat sticking out of her ass obscenely while a tall, muscular pack member grunts and struggle to make it fit in her tiny asshole. The scene is gorgeous, her rent, her sweat, the way her educatee are blown panoptic. He has to hold back the urge to tell the crowd leader to go deeper, that she can take it.

Agnes can't take it. She trembles with epinephrin and excruciation makes each muscle in her soundbox ignition lock in property. Her asshole burns as if lava is being poured inside of her, every new inch somehow more painful than the close, though the worse of it all was being breached. If it weren't happening right now, she would never have thought it possible, that she could prevail a baseball bat inside her ass and not immediately die from it. Sadly, for her, the men in the room are nowhere near done.

"Let's see how deep we can get, uh ?"

"No, no, no, no !"Her litany is accompanied by her ferocious struggling so far. Her articulatio radiocarpea ache for how crocked they need to be gripped for her to not escape.

Agnes cry out when Victor Hugo puts some more insistency, forcing her to hold a twosome more in inside. Her whole body shakes with the shock and psychic trauma, and Agnes whimpers as she feels fingers find her pussy.

"Yes, touch her, might serve me get some dept."Hugo instructs, eyes are rapt on the place where the bat is disappearing inside her.

Satisfied with the dept so far, he pulls back until he can see her bright red, gaping hole. Agnes groans in relief, and it clenches, closing right up again. But it's for naught, as Hugo only removed the bat in order of magnitude to get the satisfaction of popping it inside of her again. He snaps the lube undetermined and squirts some more on her ass, to facilitate the glide, and then finally begins to properly sleep together her ass with the sportsman implement.

The girlfriend groan in pain with each, tiny movement, but the resistance of her dead body decreases more than and more. Victor-Marie Hugo is sweating, he thought for a second that he wouldn't be able-bodied to get it inside of her. But what a sight it is, her all spread head candid for him, for all of them to see. He's thrusting harder, gaining a duo more than in in dept. She cries prettily, her trashing growing weaker from pain in the neck and shock.

"Yes, take it ! Take it, practiced girl. I'm going to choke up you replete with this, it's not even halfway in, and your ass is just begging for more."He babbles on, lost to his own arousal.

The stint is the effective percentage, and Hugo makes sure to pull the bat completely out a few fourth dimension just to watch her ass gape obscenely, exposing her brilliantly pink bowels, then clench closed, so he can form it subject again. The boys jeer around him, some have their cocks out and masturbate to the sight, he wishes he could do the Lapplander, but his hands are busy.

Agnes squirms helplessly, cries against the carpet, and tries to obtain on. The combat has mostly been fucked out of her by now, but with each particularly agonizing, deeper thrust, it returns, and she renews her hopeless struggling. Someone is rubbing her clit roughly, furiously, in a way that almost hurt and, worst of all, makes her ass clench tighter around the baseball bat, which is excruciating. But she feels herself getting wetting agent, a air mile forming deep in her womb. The mortification and the invasion of her consistency force her to feel in a way she never has before.

"Please, please, please, block !"She begs incessantly, but her words drop on deaf ears.

The gang leader seems to be obsessed with fucking her as mysterious as possible, getting her as open as she can be. He's merciless, ruthless, as he explores her insides with the foreign object, forces them to adjust to it, to his intrusion. Agnes feels his longanimity dwindling in the way he gets rougher and rougher, goes deeply and deeper. He gives a particularly hard thrusting, the deepest of them all, and her eyes roll behind her head, she goes limp.

She's coming, harder than she ever has or ever will, squirting all over the carpet and making the men around mockery and whoop in delight. Agnes, however, is too far gone to wish. All she can do is lay there, held in place, and wear it as her ass is impaled with something thicker than her arm. Her heart beats rabbit-fast and she presses her eyes tightly closed when the work party loss leader pulls the bat out of her again.

This time, when he forces it inside, he does so quick and hard. She wishes she would just pass out, as it all feels like too much. The pain, the pleasure, the tight feeling of pressure as her inside are breached. But that would be too merciful, perhaps. Reduced to a hole to be fucked, explored, destroyed, Agnes has to wear it all painfully cognizant.

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