Jane's Breakdown

Jane started to wake, she had a sour taste in her mouth and a headache. She was confused, it was dark and she was rocking back and forth she tried to call out but fell back unconscious again.

It was light, she could see blue sky and hear the breeze in the trees, confused she tried to sit up.

“She’s waking” a woman’s voice, she was confused, snippets of memory coming back. Jane realised she was lying across the back seats of her car, the doors were open. The woman was bending into the car looking at her, Jane remembered the breakdown, then with a judder of fear the man with the syringe.

She tried to sit, “where am I, what is happening ?”.

The woman grabbed Jane by each wrist, Jane felt the roughness of the older woman’s skin as she was pulled from the car and to her feet.

As Jane started to struggle a huge figure loomed at her from the right. Moose picked the woman up bodily and though she struggled he carried her as easily as a ragdoll to the area that they had prepared.

A bedroll had been laid out on the ground. At each corner stakes had been knocked into the ground with ropes attached. As Jane struggled in vain more of the men gathered round grabbing her legs and arms as she flailed in her efforts to escape. Moose lay her on the bedroll pinning her down Jane felt that ropes were being looped over her ankles and wrists, in no time they were pulled tight and Jane was tied helplessly spreadeagled on the ground.

Jane’s earlier drug induced fugue had cleared now as panic flooded her body with adrenaline. She started to scream for help, panic tightening her throat and making her more shrill than she had ever heard herself. “Somebody help me” she screamed “oh god anybody please help, help”.

Momma bent down near Jane’s head, her hand reached out and she grabbed Jane’s jaw firmly, forcing the slim blonde’s mouth open. With her other hand she pressed something plastic and hard against Jane’s teeth. “open wide you little bitch” she muttered as she forced the ball gag past Jane’s efforts to stop her. The hard plastic hurt the roof of Janes mouth as she tried biting down to force it out of her mouth, realising the futility she gave up the struggle moving it with her tongue so that although it made her jaw ache slightly the discomfort was minor. Momma grabbed Jane’s hair and pulled her head up. “Do up the strap doc” she instructed, and Jane felt the leather strap that was connected to the gag being fastened behind her neck.

Momma leaned over Jane and grinned. The ball gag holding the woman’s jaws agape gave her a slightly comical look, made even funnier if you found the terror in her eyes amusing, which Momma certainly did. “Scream all you want honey” Momma told Jane pressing her face close, we’ve used that thing in far less secure places than this and no one heard.”

Jane desperately tried to think, she realised she was in desperate trouble but surely there had to be a way out. She could hear her breathe whistling though the small holes in the hard plastic. She tried to speak “..ease, ease ake it ou” the garbled words sounding like weird random squeaks.

Momma laughed, “best listen up honey”. She stepped away.

The man that had come to start her car leaned over Jane now, his wild mane of hair and grizzled beard filling the sky above her.

He spoke “Ok, this is what is going to happen Jane” he told her. “In a moment or two we are going to cut all of your clothes off” he paused smiling at the horror and terror he saw on her face. “We are then going to take it in turns to rape you, I’ll be first but after that the other guys drew lots.” He paused again pleased to see the large tears that were forming and running down the pretty blonde woman’s cheeks. “There are 9 of us so you’ll be raped 9 times which will make you quite sore I’d wager. The bad news is, we are all feelin’ pretty horny so once we are done we will likely all go again… and maybe again”. He grinned.

Jane was sobbing now, her shoulders were heaving, she whimpered through the gags though no words were understandable. The leader noticed her small breasts pressing against the white fabric of her dress. Impatient to see Jane naked he drew his knife from his belt and knelt down alongside her.

Janes white dress had ridden up to thigh level during the struggles but was still pulled quite tight. The leader slit the hem of the dress and drew the knife further upwards splitting the fabric. Noting that the dress clung quite tightly to Jane over her belly and breasts he decided to rip the dress rather than risk cutting her. His powerful hands rent the garment quickly in two. He used the knife to slice through the shoulder section of each arm and pulled out the ruined garment from beneath her.

He didn’t bother with the knife for the pale flesh coloured tights, he simply ripped them from her, tossing them into the dirt alongside him.

As he reached for Janes bra ,Momma start to cackle loudly. “She’s got more padding there than tit, the scrawny ass bitch. I had bigger tits when I was nine!”. The leader cut through the centre join of the bra and the two shoulder straps and pulled the ruined material clear. Excited as he was to finally see Jane’s small but firm breast and large prominent nipples he had to concede his wife had a point.

He paused looking at the slim helpless blonde’s face to enjoy once more her fear. Her eyes were closed but tears were now streaming down her cheeks as she shuddered with huge sobs.

Time to see her cunt. He knelt and quickly sliced through the top of the white cotton panties at each thigh. He pulled the cotton material away and sniffed it theatrically. “This is some quality pussy we are about to enjoy” he told the laughing onlookers.

Janes pubic hair was pale blonde and neatly trimmed into a tight Brazilian.

The leader stood up, he kicked off his boots, undid his jeans and stepping out of his underpants he knelt between Jane’s open legs.

“Wait one second honey” Momma told him as she knelt by Jane’s head. Placing one hand on either side of Jane’s head she forced both Janes head up and her eyes open.

Through her tears Jane could see the huge fat man, he was spitting in his hand and rubbing the saliva onto his rock-hard cock. His belly, bulging and covered in thick black hair revolted her and as she saw him drawing closer she fought to look away, but Momma would not allow that.

As his weight pressed into her Jane began screaming in a frenzy into the gag. The whistles and shrieks seemed loud to her, but to the gang they presented no concern. She felt his cock against her labia. As he pressed against her and began to enter her the dry membranes of her vagina grabbed against his cock pulling and stretching her skin and hurting her more than she had imagined rape would.

She began to panic, he was only just inside her and already her tense terrified muscles and dry vaginal passage were making the ordeal incredibly painful. Hating herself for it she forced herself to relax to stop struggling. At least if she could relax her muscles she thought, it would be better. She knew there was no chance she would lubricate, fear anger and hatred were not going to allow her that easement.

The leader grunted. “She’s fucking dry as Death Valley and tight as a mouse ear. I’m doing you fellas a favour by drilling her first”. He pulled back a little taking his weight on his left arm and spat copiously into his right hand. Working the saliva to the fingers he felt down smearing more onto the shaft of his cock and pushing some up inside the lips of Jane’s vagina.

It took around a minute more of pulling and pushing for him to work his way fully inside Jane but at last he was there. Because she was so dry he limited himself to shorter thrusts for a while enjoying the obvious discomfort she was getting from deeper penetration as he felt the regular connection of the tip of his cock with the very top of her vaginal passage.

Jane’s delicate vaginal membrane suffered some small lesions as he drove into her. Although it hurt at first this was in fact a small blessing as the small amount of blood she shed acted itself as something of a lubricant. As she sobbed helplessly in disgust at her lack of fight Jane forced herself to keep as still as possible and minimise further pain.

It took him around 12 minutes to reach the point where he was ready to fire his load into her. “Hold her eyes open” he instructed Momma “I want her to know when I cum”. As Momma did as requested holding Jane’s head down and still eyes open staring up. The helpless victim saw the leering face loom over her, she could smell his stale stinking coffee breath and she saw the shudder of pleasure as he released his semen deep into her cunt.

While the leader had raped her the men had drawn lots.

Shorty was next and he was quickly inside Jane and pumping away. The combination of blood from her small lesions and semen that had been drawn out as the leader withdrew had provided additional lubrication. Shorty was able to fuck Jane more vigorously than the Leader had. Although this reduced the soreness of Jane’s vaginal membranes it increased the deeper pain of muscles that were forced to stretch without the normal benefits of sexual arousal.

The physical pain of the rape was worse than she had ever imagined that it would be. What matched the fears that she had always had, that perhaps all women have, was the level of deep humiliation and hint of self-loathing that she felt for allowing this to happen to herself.

Once Shorty had finished the man who had injected her entered her. He seemed intent on driving his cock as deeply into her as he could, and changing angles in such a way as to deliberately cause additional pain. With each thrust Jane began letting out a mewl of suffering as the walls and muscles of the vagina became more and more tender.

After he had finished another, then another man raped her. It became a blur to her, but after the sixth man finished, she realised that she had now been raped by more men than she had had consensual sex with. The thought surprised her, and somehow seemed terribly sad.

Once the last man had finished with her the men stood around talking, laughing and discussing her body in disgusting levels of detail. Momma knelt between her legs and Jane felt the woman’s fingers pull her labia open. The woman laughed with delight, “Jeez that looks really sore guys, its bright red up there and she has some little tears in the skin. It’d be horrible for her if you guys all want seconds”.

The leader reached down and squeezed his wife’s shoulder. “Looks like I’m ready” he said and as the woman moved away he lowered himself onto Jane for the second time. Her mind seemed to go blank as man after man entered her. She forced herself not to count and to lay there and simply remain as still as she could. The pain was bad, but now it only seemed to have plateaued inside her. There were new discomforts though like the soreness of her inner thighs where the men had rubbed against her.

Finally a man withdrew and no one new immediately entered. At first she barely allowed herself to hope that it was over, but the men and the older woman drifted away and after a pause she heard them opening cans of beer and talking and laughing a short distance from her where their bikes and her car were parked.

Sobbing in pain, humiliation and fear, she closed her eyes and somehow unconsciousness came.