The ballet company bus pulled into the roadhouse in the Australian outback.
The girls of the ballet company were tired and desperate for a break after travelling for ten hours through the Australian desert.
The principal dancer, Sarah Williams, was first off the bus. Dressed in a tight fitting tracksuit she felt the eyes of a group of truck drivers wander over her thin body as she headed into the roadhouse cafe.
In all there were twenty six girls in the company - all of them on the bus - with another ten men on a seperate mini bus that was somewhere further along the highway.
Sarah let the other girls go ahead of her in the queue as she thought about what to order. There was little on the roadhouse menu that fitted in with her strict diet.
"Maybe I'll skip a meal," she thought.
The girls were on the road to Alice Springs for an outback show. They were still at least eight hours away from their destination and Sarah wished they could have flown but the company directors had organised a series of outback shows in other centres and it had been easier to make it a road trip.
Sarah looked out the window, trying not to look at the overweight truckies watching her from the corner of the cafe.
Outside she could see their bus driver examining the tyres of their bus. A group of truck drivers were engaged in conversation with him and she found it strange the way they circled him.
The bus driver tried to step past them to go to the rear tyres but the men closed in around him.
Suddenly the cafe door closed and Sarah turned and saw a toothless old truckie lock the door. She looked back to the bus just in time to see a man strike their bus driver over the head with a crow bar.
The driver collapsed and the men began to rain blows down on him, smashing his skull and leaving him broken and lifeless as they turned and made their way towards the cafe.
Sarah had been too shocked to scream but other girls saw what happened and began screaming and huddled together against a wall.
The truckie by the door let his friends in and then quickly locked the door again. For a moment the truckies just stayed by the door silently ogling the beautiful young dancers.
"Don't see many chicks up here," the toothless truckie said at last. "Especially not such fine looking women as you!"
None of the ballerinas knew what to do. They crept closer together as they backed further into a corner of the cafe.
"Here is the thing," said the toothless man. "My name is Jake and I am in charge around here. Me and my men are delighted to meet you all."
Sarah noticed movement outside and saw a truckie get into their bus. Two others picked up their driver and loaded him on the bus. They started the engine and drove it out of the roadhouse and out of sight.
"Don't worry," said Jake. "Your bus and driver are being taken somewhere safe. They will be returned if you girls behave. As will your poofter boyfriends. We took them into safe keeping before."
Sarah was enraged.
"How dare you," she screamed at them. The news that members of her ballet company had been abducted spurred her into action and woke her from her state of shock.
"We are a major ballet company. You can't do this to us. The whole country will be looking for us. They'll bring back the death penalty if you hurt us."
"I don't think so," said Jake. "We've been planning this for a while. Ever since word came you were coming. Like I said we don't get a lot of women through here. There's no phone coverage here so forget about your mobile phones. The police are four hundred kilometers away. In fact the only witnesses are us fellas here. And we never saw you or your friends. As far as we know it was aliens from outer space what took you."
Sarah fought a desire to run for the door. It would do no good, she knew. It was desert all around. Nowhere to go.
"Another bus, tourists," she thought. "Someone will come. They must be crazy."
As if he could read her mind Jake said. "We are crazy. Sex crazy. Happens when you don't get any. Thanks to you we will now."
"Not from me you won't," said Sarah. "You'd have to kill us first you disgusting prick!"
"I doubt it," said Jake. "You see we got your friends. If you girls don't play along we gonna hurt your fag friends real bad. Each time one of you girls doesn't play along one of your faggots loses a limb."
There was a gasp of shock and despair from the girls. Sarah's heart sank as she realised Jake was serious. They really would hurt the male dancers. The lives of the men were in the girl's hands.
Suddenly a cattle truck rattled it's way into the car park outside. For a moment Sarah hoped it was their salvation but Jake waved to the truck driver and she knew it wasn't so.
The truck was pulling two trailers. The front one was filled with cattle but the one in the back had a shipping container. It pulled up outside and the driver jumped out and opened the shipping container.
"Your new bus is here," said Jake. "It will take you on an unscheduled stop. When you get to your next stop you better do what we say!"
Jake opened the door and the truckies formed a corridor leading from the cafe door to the shipping container. None of the ballet dancers moved.
"You have ten seconds to get in the container," said Jake. "For every second longer one of your limp dick boyfriends loses a limb."
The girls still didn't move, several of them crying in terror and confusion. How could this be happening. This could not be real!
"Nine, eight, seven,"
The girls began to run. There was no time to think. Even Sarah moved. She knew the time to fight wasn't now. She needed time to think.
"Six, five, four, three,"
Sarah was the last girl to reach the container. It was high up and hard to climb. As she pulled herself up a truckie grabbed her from behind, his hands on her small breasts and threw her to the ground.
"Two, one, time is up!" said Jake.
Sarah was still out of the container trying once more to get inside with the other girls. The truckies laughed and put their hands on her arse and pushed her in.
"One," said Jake. "One second too late."
He smiled as he looked up at Sarah.
"I am a fair man," he said. "You get to pick which limb he loses."
"But I made it," she said. "I did what you asked! I was pulled out!"
"No," said Jake. "Don't like it when they argue. Can't say I do. But I am a fair man. Because of the interference we'll just chop off a cock. Poofters don't really need 'em anyhow!"
The truckies slammed the shipping crate door shut and locked it from the outside. The girls were plunged into darkness except for a few small air holes near the top of the crate.
They heard the truck start up and felt it begin to drive off down the highway.
Sarah could hear some of the other dancers start to cry as they travelled down the highway. It soon started to become very hot in the crowded shipping container and Sarah found the air suffocating. She could hear the cattle moo in the other trailer and couldn't believe she was being shipped like livestock.
Soon the heat became unbearable and Sarah had no choice but to take off her tracksuit leaving her in only her bra and panties. She heard the other girls do the same thing and knew it left them more vulnerable to the truckers but the heat was just too much to bear.
Finally after what felt like hours and Sarah felt like she would soon pass out they finally came to a halt.
The container door opened and the girls saw they were parked near a few sheds in the midst of desert. About twenty-five men, all overweight and wearing shorts and singlets were outside with Jake who was holding a shotgun.
"Come on my lovelies," he said. "Don't make me start counting again. My friends tell me your friend bled an awful lot."
The girls began to hurry out of the shipping container.
"Into the big shed dearies," said Jake pointing to a shed to their right. "So nice of you to have undressed for the occassion, you are keen."
Sarah followed the other girls into the shed under the leering eyes of the fat men. The shed was empty except for a single row of bench seats against the far wall, a tape recorder and a box she recognised as their costume box.
The men followed the girls in and sat on the bench seats, Jake closing and locking the shed door.
"Time for the show my lovelies," he said. "In their are your outfits. Put 'em on! You are going to dance for us."
The girls opened the box and took out their ballet costumes from their Swan Lake production. They quickly put their costumes on, glad to be wearing something more than underwear in front of the fat truckers.
"Turn it on Trevor," said Jake and a man who must have been Trevor pressed play on the old tape recorder and the music from Swan Lake came on.
"Dance," said Jake.
The girls looked at one another and knew that they had no choice but to comply. They pushed the costume box out of the way and started the routine they had been performing across the country.
The music was from the dance of the cygnets which needed only four of them to begin with so Sarah and the others moved aside and watched the girls dance on the rammed earth floor.
To her horror Sarah saw the men take off their clothes and begin to masturbate to the performance.
"What am I supposed to do when it's my turn," thought Sarah. "I dance with Alistair. I can't do it alone. Christ I hope they haven't hurt him."
Suddenly Trevor turned off the music.
"How come only some of you bitches is dancing," he yelled.
Their was silence for a moment before Sarah said. "This is the dance of the cygnets. Only a few of us dance in this section."
"We can't have you just stand there," said Jake. "Come over and keep us company while they dance."
The girls stayed put, none of them even daring to look in the truckers direction.
"I ain't asking," said Jake. "I'm telling. You have five seconds or your boyfriends start losing limbs. Five, four,"
The girls hurried across to the truckers, reaching them just before Jake said "One."
As Sarah reached a bearded trucker at the end of the bench he grabbed her wrist and forced her to her knees in front of him, his hard cock jutting out toward her face. She tried to pull away but he put both hands on her head and forced her head down so his cock pressed against her lips.
"Open that pretty little mouth bitch," he said and slapped her face hard. Beside her the other dancers were already in tears as they sucked the cocks of the seated truckers.
The man pinched Sarah's nose shut and she had to open her mouth to breathe and he took his chance and forced his cock into her mouth. His hands gripped her tight pony tail and forced her head up and down on his foul smelling cock.
"Alright," said Jake. "Now we are talking. Music please Trevor!"
The music started again and Sarah heard the girls begin to dance while the truckers began to roughly fuck the kneeling ballet dancers faces. The cock plunged into Sarah's throat and she winced as she gagged on it, the man forcing it ever deeper into her throat.
Sarah had never deep throated before, in fact had only ever sucked one cock and had sworn she would never do it again when her first boyfriend had "accidentally" cum in her mouth.
She had been angry then but he had been gentle otherwise. Now this trucker had her on her knees and seemed determined to make her throw up.
She opened her eyes and all she could see was his fat belly as her head was forced up and down. She turned her eyes and could see a row of ballerinas in costume all kneeling before the seated truckers. Some of them were on all fours with a cock in their mouth and another in their exposed pussy.
The girl next to her puked around the cock as it was plunged fully into her mouth and her head held down against his fat stomach. The man didn't let her go even then but slapped her on the back of the head as punishment.
Behind her the dance continued and most of the truckers seemed to be watching it rather than the choking women kneeling before them.
The man looked down at Sarah and saw she was looking to her right.
"Look at me bitch," he said and pulled her head off him.
He spat on Sarah's face and put his face inches from hers.
"You keep those pretty eyes on me bitch, not your friends!"
He pushed Sarah's head back down and forced her to suck his cock all the way down to the base. She closed her eyes as the cock hit the back of her throat and he slapped her again.
"Eyes on me bitch!"
Sarah opened her eyes and did her best to look up at the monster using her mouth. She felt sick to her stomach as his slimy cock began to leak precum.
The dance of the cygnets ended and Sarah realised it should have been her turn to dance.
"What you fucking stop for!" yelled Jake as Sarah heard the dancers stop.
"Our part is over," said Kate, one of the cygnets.
"Well swap with whoever is up next," said Jake. "Who is it?!"
Sarah raised her arm.
"Oh fuck," said the trucker with his cock in her mouth. "Just give me a second.
He slowly stood up, keeping his dick in her mouth and began to very roughly fuck poor Sarah's face. In only a few seconds he was groaning and Sarah felt his cock expand then a wave of cum erupt into her mouth.
She let the cum sit on her tongue hoping to spit it out when he let her go but he looked down at her with an evil grin and kept her head in place forcing her to either swallow or choke.
She chose to swallow and grimaced as she felt the cum slide down her throat like a fat slug.
The man pushed her away.
"I want another one," he said. "This time in the arse though."
Sarah crawled away and seeing Jake pointing a shotgun at her while poor Lucy sucked his cock Sarah decided she better dance.
Kate was grabbed by the trucker who had just cum in Sarah's mouth. As Sarah began to dance he tore off Kate's costume and forced her onto all fours.
Sarah did her best to dance without a partner who should have been carrying her across the stage. It was hard to improvise as she heard Kate screaming in pain as the trucker forced his still hard cock into her arse.
Sarah decided to just do a series of basic training moves in time to the music knowing the red neck truckers wouldn't know or care what the real routine was.
The truckers started cumming into the ballet dancers mouths one after another as Sarah danced and each one screamed at their dancer to hold the cum in their mouth as they then tore off their costume, flipped them over and like the first trucker began fucking them in the arse.
The one's who had been in their pussies now took the remaining cygnets and began to fuck their faces.
Even Jake put his weapon down in order to anally rape Lucy. The girls couldn't scream as their mouths were full of cum still but they let out horrible noises as Sarah danced, strangely thankful but guilty that she was one of the few not to be taken in the arse.
Sarah's dance finally ended and the tape ran out leaving Sarah standing in the middle of the shed unsure what to do as the rest of her company were raped in front of her.
"Kneel down slut!" Jake yelled. "We got a surprise coming for you!"
Sarah knelt and silently started to pray that the nightmare would soon end and that the male dancers were alright.
"They can't really have hurt them," she thought. "Perhaps they haven't even got them."
The truckers one by one began pulling out of the girls arses and turning them over to once more cum in their mouths. In the end some girls had three loads of cum in their mouths, only Sarah and the Cygnets escaping with only a sinlge cum load, while the majority had two.
When Jake had finished draining his cum into Lucy's mouth he picked his gun back up and pointed it at Lucy.
"Now," he said. "Each girl has to spit the cum into that pretty sluts mouth."
He pointed at Sarah.
Her heart sank as she realised this was her surprise. She would have to swallow all the loads of cum that had been forced into the other girls mouths.
Reluctantly Lucy was the first girl to make her way over to Sarah. Sarah found she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth as Lucy hovered over her.
"You better take what's cumming to you bitch," said Jake. "That arse of yours looks mighty tight but will be loose by the time we've all had a go at it! Swallow it now or get every cock up your arse."
Sarah opened her mouth for a moment but found herself closing it again straight away as Lucy leant close.
"Open!" warned Jake.
This time Sarah opened her mouth and Lucy let the cum drip into the principal dancer's mouth. The cum tasted even worse than the other trucker, incredibly salty and nauseating.
"Don't swallow!" yelled Jake. "Not until you've got them all."
One by one each naked ballerina leant over Sarah and spat the cum out of their mouths and into hers. By the time the last girl Kate had finished her mouth was overflowing with thick cum, the excess dribbling down her chin.
"Swallow!" yelled Jake.
Sarah closed her mouth and her eyes. She swallowed and the cum flooded her throat causing her to gag. The cum rose back up but fearing what might happen if she failed to swallow Sarah somehow managed to keep it down.
She could feel it swimming around inside her and suddenly was overcome and burst into tears and fell face first to the floor.
"Break time," called Jake.
He walked over to Sarah and propped the gun against her back. "And if I were you bitch I'd be limbering up that sweet arse. I am going to fuck it into tomorrow!"