Forced

Part 1 - "Like It Or Not, Bitch!"

The August, Friday night was blazing-hot; Kayla wiped sweat off her forehead while thinking she was going to do likewise when she reached under her dress, to realize that the moisture glistening on the fuck-hump between her legs consisted largely of twat-juice.

That was in contradiction to her seeming to be sweet, which the 24-y/o blond was outside the bedroom. In it, she surrendered to a masochistic and inordinately submissive need for the rawest kind of sucking and fucking.

In truth, her users could never tell how smart she was, being she got-off on the self-deprecation of acting like a bimbo, and therefore didn't want to know why she sincerely believed she deserved male punishment simply for existing. But she thought of women as an inferior species. Other than cocks, themselves, Kayla loved nothing more than guys using the intimacy of sex to devalue and make her feel soiled to the core. She thrived on severe debasement and had no limits regarding the abusive names she was called.

As well, the tramp adored the pain of large pricks ripping her apart minus any type of damage - or like one man termed it, she was 'a freak for getting dick-stomped'. It particularly turned her on when fuck-poles treated her asshole like a punching-bag while she'd scream until fainting, after which she wanted guys to go on tossing their pricks into her limp body!

Kayla wasn't sweet and recently had more and more realized how much she desired to engage in 'something outrageous.'

And 2 weeks prior to the present occasion, she posted a message to an online BDSM group about being 'a slut/whore wanting to be whipped and safely play-raped by strangers living in her city.'

Several men responded, while sounding as it they lacked the will to manhandle her, though a spark of delight ignited her clit when she read a message from Dane.

Of course, he didn't give his name but said that 'he and a friend were going to force her'. He commanded her to be outside The EroticaWorld Adult Theater at 10, that night, when she'd 'recognize them by their black t-shirts with Thug written on them.'

However, it wasn't that word, but the direct nature of Dane's brief note that had the slut wearing only high-heeled shoes and stockings under a summer dress when she drove to the theater, got out of her car and started a nervous pacing in the theater's entranceway.

Feeling nervous, nonetheless, enhanced Kayla's sense of anticipation, while she knew she'd likely be some kind of target for men other than Dane and his friend, such as the white, middle-aged Leo who rounded the corner into the doorway and gave her a critical assessment with his eyes.

Before she could react, he took the back of her head and pulled her lips against his, then nodded at a film poster: 'Why aren't you the blond starring in tonight's feature? You're hotter than a poker, even if something tells me you're a dirty girl. Guess that's obvious - huh? But you could star in smut, especially with these,' he said as he shoved his hand inside Kayla's dress-top, to squeeze her lovely, medium-sized tits, then: 'Yeah, anybody would like seeing those nice cows in a flick! Let me check your vulva,' - and he didn't ask for the bitch's permission when he removed his hand from her dress-top and dug 2 fingers into her crotch-hole.

'My, what a wet slit!' he observed as he drew his fingers out of Kayla's vag and continued, 'There's an city ordinance against spitting on sidewalks, even cunts doing that, you know.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Yeah, but forget that; come inside and wet my whistle with your pretty mouth while we watch the movie - okay?' Leo urged.

'I can't, sir,' the fuck-sloven told him.

'Why not?'

'I'm meeting someone,' Kayla replied.

'Who?'

The sexy fuck-hole racked her brain for a good answer other than the real one and thought of something to put Leo off: 'I'm going to bed with a detective, sir.'

'A detective?'

'Yes, sir,' Kayla said.

'W-e-l-l, then... maybe I'll see you around again sometime,' Leo responded before entering the theater.

The slattern watched him disappear with a degree of regret, since Leo was attractive on the one hand, while she sighed with relief since she was waiting for something even better on the other, something first involving an interlude because of a young, white guy who was about to pass her on foot.

He stopped and exclaimed, 'Wow, scag-city on the horizon!'

However, he, too, didn't ask for Kayla's permission prior to rubbing a finger over her fud-pucker and wiping it across her beautiful face.

'There. You're tagged for whatever you're wantin'! Have fun,' - and he was off down the sidewalk.

Already feeling assaulted while facing the theater door, Kayla was wishing she could go inside and offer an 'open sesame' for all penile comers, but thought, 'No, oh, my god, I fucking need to be!'...

... and it was then that somebody tilted her head back with her tresses from behind.

'W-w-who... are... you?' she stuttered as Dane's friend walked in front of her, and while she didn't know his name, she heatedly gasped to see 'Thug' on Randy's t-shirt.

'Can you believe this? The anonymous sack of holes expects us to tell her who we are!' he smirked.

'Fuck, I'll tell the sack we're here to mug her like never she's had it in her sorry-ass life! Come on, bitch, you're going with us, like it or not!' snarled Dane who was white and 22 like his friend.

Since abducting her off the street was risky, however, the guys had earlier made friends with Tom, the ticket clerk. They'd told him 'not be alarmed because they'd met a Net-whore with whom they'd be playing a game, that night' - and once Randy opened the theater door, Dane pushed Kayla into the lobby with his hand over her mouth.

Her kidnappers next took the trollop down the hall and out the back door into the parking lot where Laytham, a mid-20's Mandingo, was leaning against his vehicle while hoping for the action that came his way after Dane leaned the skank over the hood of his.

With him having done that, Randy took his belt off and began stropping Kayla's bum.

'Eeem, eeem!' she tried screaming behind Dane's hand while her ass subconsciously heaved back against the leather.

'Fucking bitch-whelp of sin! Take your just deserts!' Randy hissed, being that he and Dane weren't standard enforcers and indulged the habit of creatively desecrating women with reviling talk.

Kayla, though, was a soak for that, and developed a sloppier cooze than ever because of hearing she was a 'bitch-whelp of sin.'

'That's right! You commit sin just by living!' Dane added.

'Eeem!' Kayla once more vented while her snatch began feeling like a steam pipe, though Laytham watched the proceedings for bit, then crossed the parking lot.

'Giving blondie the works, are you?' he casually inquired.

'Yeah,' Randy answered as he hurled a final swat of his belt against the slag's bottom, followed by Laytham continuing, 'Mind if I fuck the bitch, guys?'

'Not at all, if you don't mind raping her,' Dane smiled.

'Wha'dya say?'

'Sorry, didn't mean to shock you, although this classless stinker was disgusting enough to ask us for rape,' Dane again smiled.

'No-way! Are you serious?' - Laytham was heartily surprised.

'Totally. Besides, why should any of us care about raping such a worthless whore? Randy said.

'Sh-e-e-e-i-i-it, then I won't!' Laytham grunted as removed his fat 11-incher from his jeans and rapidly jammed its entire length into Kayla's snatch, whereupon he pulled her away from Dane's car.

He next clamped his hand over her mouth, bent her farther down and started hammering her muff while she kept making the same noises.

In a little, Dane turned her toward him and began slashing her mouth up and down his 9-inched penis.

'Good job, guys! Menace the slut, being she's a menace to sin, itself!' Randy laughed.

'Hear that, you filthy bitch! You're blasphemy from head to foot!' Dane rasped.

'Right on! You boys really know how to cuss the 'ho!' Laytham declared, as he then spunked-off into and withdrew from Kayla's vag before putting his dick away, then: 'I have an idea.'

'What's that, man?' Randy wanted to know.

'That you ought to take the slut to church,' Laytham replied.

'Mmm, not a bad idea. Have you ever been raped in God's house - huh, slut?' Dane asked Kayla who whispered, 'No, sir.'

'Really? Well, as I said earlier, you're going with us, like it or not, crap-wad!' Dane went on as he popped his dick out of her mouth and stowed it in his jeans before opening his car-trunk.

'Crawl in there!' he ordered.

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Part 2 - "The Divine Will"

While the cheap fuck obviously retained a deep hunger for disparagement, however, she'd had a religious upbringing. And the thought of going to church in a car-trunk for rape was humiliating beyond anything she'd ever imagined - with her gulping and being about to protest when Laytham snarled, 'You heard the man! Get your honky-ass in there!'

'Aw, the poor skank's probably so hot and bothered for God to rape her that she can't hear - though to hell with that!' Randy growled even more harshly as he assisted the minx into the trunk with her hair while she squealed.

Despite having strayed far from her Biblical training during childhood, however, Randy's metaphorical idea smote Kayla with a sense of guilt, though she'd reached a point in life where she was further inspired to wickedness by anything sexually unholy regardless of what she'd been taught.

And her muff drooled as Dane snorted, 'Shit, I bet God wouldn't think she's worth the effort, so we'll do the job for the old man - right, dudes?'

'Jeez, don't confuse her! First, it was us not caring about raping such a worthless whore, now she's not worth divine attention! Fuck, it doesn't matter, because the dirty lowlife was manufactured to get forced, weren't you?' Randy questioned Kayla who whimpered, 'Uhhh... yes, sir.'

'Damn, if her shit-brains aren't big enough to know the truth!' Randy chortled before looking at the Mandingo: 'Want to come along and help us rewrite scripture with our cocks?'

'Wish I could, except I have an hour drive to my job on the graveyard shift. But thanks for letting me split the whitey like a watermelon, and have a blast with her,' Laytham replied.

'Oh, we will,' Dane assured the former as he said 'have a good one' and closed the trunk-lid to a crack before securing it with a rubber tie-down.

The friends next got into the front seat of Dane's car, with him beginning to drive while asking, 'What church shall we take her to, man?'

'First Baptist is only 7 blocks from here; it'll work. But how are we getting in?' Randy answered.

'I can pick the lock with one of those little thingies I always keep in the glove compartment,' Dane said.

'Awesome; breaking and entering God's house so we can break into one of his fucking handmaidens!' Randy enthused, though once Dane had turned into the church parking lot, he asked his buddy to give him the lock-picking tool from the glove compartment, after which Dane released the slut from his car-trunk.

If Kayla had been nervous at the theater, however, she was considerably more so when Dane told her to crawl to the church's front door behind him and Randy.

'We'll need to haul ass out of here in a hurry if I trip an alarm system,' Dane then remarked, though successfully picked the lock, while luckily, the church had been constructed during the early 1900's and never had an electronic upgrading, something which Dane realized after a few seconds of waiting for an alarm to go off.

Next, he employed the squawking vamp's hair to drag her into the eerily dark sanctuary where he took her shoes off.

'Why'dya do that?' Randy wanted to know.

'You'll see when Ms. Blasphemy takes communion,' Dane mirthfully replied, then hung Kayla's shoes on her ears, being quite surprised by her foot-wear not falling off as he drove her down the aisle to the altar with a train of light kicks to her arse.

And the horny slattern began salivating to see the guys' muscled bodies when they told her to watch them strip - though while Randy calling her a 'bitch-whelp of sin' had been coincidental, that opened the way for him to continue mocking the remnants of her religious sensibilities, as he did by clasping his hands together in a prayerful gesture and solemnly intoning: 'Our Father which art in heaven, give us our daily whore, and forgive her not her sins while we ask for thy blessing in doing thy will on earth. Amen, forever and ever, amen.'

'Oooh!' Kayla again whispered in complete disbelief, as Dane also intoned: 'Yes, we bow to thy divine will' and jarred her shoes off her ears by fiercely spiking his prick into her bowels.

'Aaah, yeah, fuck my ass!' she wailed.

'Watch your foul language, Jezebel!' Randy verbally stormed prior ramming his 10-inched pecker into her suck-pit.

'Ummpphh, ummphh!' she mumbled while wondering, but not caring if it was a sin to have a climax in God's house.

'Yeah, listen to the brother, you godless heathen!' Dane then yelled while repeatedly smacking her rump, like Randy kept slapping her face.

By then, however, the slag was so excited as to feel as though deliciously consumed by the fires of damnation which only served to fuel her desire.

'Eeem, eeeeem!' she sounded-off while continuing to have orgasms, until Dane pulled out of her guts, retrieved one of her shoes from the floor and shot his semen into it before giving it to his friend so the latter could do the same.

'Now, I'm sure the brother's reverent prayer pleased God enough that he won't absolve your whorish transgressions, but humble yourself before the Heavenly Presence while you take communion in the hope that God will have mercy on your lost soul!' Dane sternly told the wench who couldn't speak because of the cruelest look she'd ever seen on his face, though she helplessly came as he tipped the communion of scuzz out of her shoe into her mouth while Randy grinned and gave her the hex with crossed fingers.

For a bit following that, none of them said anything, until Dane ordered Kayla to put her shoes on while he and Randy got dressed...

... while not surprisingly, they again deposited the scag in the car-trunk and took her to Randy's apartment for another 2 hours of forced coupling.

Just as needless to say, though, Kayla loved the arousing guilt of feeling sure that her sins weren't and never would be absolved, forever and forever, amen!

The End