It Takes A Village

We let her walk for about an hour, long enough for the heat and sun to take their toll. We had folks a few miles down the road both ways, watching out for any unexpected vehicles, but we’d chosen this stretch of road precisely for its solitude, and there were no surprises.

I was almost giddy when I saw her up ahead, slowly hobbling along the side of the road. We couldn’t have cameras everywhere, so she’d been out of sight this last hour, and I’d been paranoid that she’d somehow vanish, taking a route we hadn’t predicted.

But there she was, exhausted and dirt stained, and I watched her head perk up as she realized a car was coming, the first one she’d seen in an hour. Lana actually jumped into the middle of the road to get our attention, hopping up and down as if we needed any help to notice the zip tied blonde in our path.

There were three of us in the car: Greg at the wheel, Nate riding shotgun, and myself in the back. All three of us were amped up and excited about finally getting our chance with her, but we did our best to conceal it, putting on looks of friendly, non threatening concern.

Greg slowed to a stop as we approached, and rolled down the window. “Everything alright, ma’am? You look like you, uh, could use some help.”

Lana’s face fell as she realized her saviors were three men, but beggars can’t be choosers. Like I said, we were the first people she’d seen, and she had no guarantee anyone else would show up. She could either trust us or quite likely die on the side of the road, and she wasn’t a quitter.

She bleated something through her gag, and Greg shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t catch a word of that through your, uh… you mind taking that thing off?” She gave him a frustrated look and spun around to show him how her wrists had been zip tied. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, pretending he hadn’t noticed them before now. “Are you, like, in actual trouble?” Lana nodded vehemently.

I feel like I should say a few words at this point in defense of our rape toy. She wasn’t stupid by any definition, and none of us were brilliant actors. I doubt she ever fully trusted what we were saying, and given a few minutes to recover, she probably would have realized that we had ill intentions in mind from the start.

But she’d just been through what I hoped were the most traumatic few hours of her life so far. She stood in front of us dehydrated, suffering from heatstroke, about ready to collapse, and increasingly worried that she wasn’t going to make it home alive. And that’s not counting the physical and mental strain of back-to-back rapes. She was a desperate woman in a desperate situation, and we were her only lifeline.

Okay. Now all that said, it took everything I had not to laugh in her face multiple times that day, and the others were no better. Pretty much any time she couldn’t see our expressions, we were wearing big dopey grins courtesy of this gullible idiot.

Now where were we?

Greg twisted around in his seat to look at us. “Either of you got scissors or a knife or something? Anything we could use to cut her free?” Nate and I made a show of checking our pockets and finding nothing. “Dammit…” He turned back to her. “I’d dial 911 for you, but reception is shit out here. You want to hop in the car, though, happy to give you a ride back to civilization, drop you off wherever you need.”

Lana hesitated, but we were the only hope she had. I opened the door for her, and she nervously sat down, doing her best to stay as far from me as possible. I pretended not to notice, giving her a smile as Greg resumed driving. “Never seen a, a thing like that,” I said, pointing at her ring gag. “Doesn’t look too comfortable if you ask me. Want some help getting it off?”

She nodded gratefully, though a look of panic flashed across her face when I reached for her. But she held still as I hooked a finger in the ring and tugged on it. “Huh, that’s really wedged in there. I’ll have to do this properly, I guess, unbuckle it or whatever.”

For the next few minutes, Nate and Greg fought to keep her expressions neutral while I pretended to try and figure out how the ring gag worked, tugging at various straps. Time, sweat, and drool had loosened it in a few places, and I did my best to tighten everything up without making it obvious. “I’m real, real sorry, ma’am,” I told her apologetically once I was certain her gag was in no danger slipping off anytime soon. “I can’t make heads or tails of it. We find something to cut those uh, those things on your wrists off, though, I’m sure we can get that off too.”

Lana didn’t try to hide her frustration, but she just nodded. In her mind, everything would be solved by getting back to the city, and that’s what was happening. And her general opinion of men like me was low enough that I doubt she had trouble believing I really was too dumb to free her.

“How’d you end up like that, anyway?” Nate asked cheerfully, turning in his seat to look at her.

“Don’t be stupid,” I told him. “You know she can’t answer with that in her mouth. Besides, ain’t it obvious she’s a prostitute?” Her eyebrows rose in a look of sheer indignation, and she squawked something through her gag.

“Uh, I think she’s saying no,” Nate observed, and Lana nodded so hard I was surprised she didn’t get whiplash.

I leaned in to stage whisper into his ear. “You’re not the one who has to sit next to her, okay? Her breath REEKS of spunk, and she’s got cum stains all over her skirt. She’s either a whore or the biggest slut in Arizona.”

Lana’s face turned crimson at this, and she turned her head away, trying not to breathe in my direction.

“I wasn’t trying to insult you by calling you a prostitute, ma’am,” I told her. “It’s an honest day’s living, no shame in it. Sex workers are people too.”

“Wait, is she NOT a prostitute?” Greg said, sounding concerned. “I mean…” He coughed. “I probably still would’ve given you a ride if I knew you were just a hitchhiker, ma’am, but I kinda thought you were in REAL trouble, you know? Wish you’d been honest with us.” Lana flinched at that.

“She IS in real trouble,” I protested, and she looked at me gratefully. “You see this outfit she’s got on. She’s OBVIOUSLY a whore.” That grateful look faltered. “Seriously, look at this cheap stuff she’s got on,” I said, waving a hand at the tailored stockings, skirt, and blouse that had probably cost more than this car. “Real businesswomen don’t wear slutty clothes like this, it’s just a costume.”

“It’s just… I thought I was rescuing someone, you know?” Greg said, exasperated. “Helping the downtrodden. You know how bad things are for sex workers these days? If I’d known she was just some rich girl who thinks it’s naughty fun to go for a walk all bound and gagged like that…” He shook his head. “Just grinds my gears, is all.”

“Maybe she was raped?” Nate suggested, making her flinch.

“Don’t be stupid,” Greg said sourly. “She’d have more than just some cuts on her face and a bloody nose if she’d been raped. You think any woman would just lay there and take it? That’s some fucking misogyny right there, man.” Her face turned crimson again. “No, she’s just some, some kinky slut who thinks she deserves free rides.”

The car lurched as he abruptly pulled over and came to a stop. He switched off the ignition. “Nope, I can’t do this. I just, I, I don’t like being tricked and taken advantage of.” He met her eyes in the mirror. “I think you should leave.”

Lana bleated something through her gag, angry and disbelieving. “Now, hold on!” I said to Greg. “You can’t just kick this young woman out of the car when she needs our help!”

“Then she shouldn’t have led us on like that!” he growled. “Did YOU think she was a whore?”

“Of course I did,” I snapped. “Never would’ve told you to slow down for some random slut. But I’m telling you, she IS a whore!” I lowered my voice slightly, making sure Lana could still hear. “You come back here and smell her breath, you’ll see what I mean.”

“Oh, I can smell her cum breath from here,” he grumbled. “But who cares? Either she was lying at the start, letting us think she was a whore, or she’s lying to us now, pretending she isn’t. Either way, I say she walks. My car, my rules, and I got no obligation to stick my neck out for strangers.”

“Just, just give me a moment, okay?” I asked him, then gave Lana my best, most earnest look. “Ma’am, I know there’s a lot of stigma around sex work, but none of us are like that, I swear. We’re all allies here. You can be honest with us: you ARE a prostitute, right? That’s why you’re in those ridiculous clothes and that weird gear, and why you’re out walking in the middle of nowhere. I bet I even know what happened: some john lured you out here with promises of riches, got you to deliver on everything he wanted and more, and then he stiffed you. No money, no ride, wouldn’t even give you a hand with your costume. That about right?”

I watched Lana carefully consider her response. Ask her this morning, and I’m sure she’d think that she’d rather die than claim to be a whore. Might have even been true at the time. But now she was a few hours into her rape adventure, feeling miserable and defeated, and she’s been offered a chance. Home is barely thirty minutes away at this point; she can return and put all of this behind her, and all she has to do is let three strangers believe she has sex for money.

She nodded slowly.

“See?” I said triumphantly, resisting the urge to high five the others. “She’s a whore!”

Greg sighed. “Shit, ma’am, I’m really sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just, I have trust issues, especially around women. When I thought you were lying to us, I… I saw red, it’s that simple. But you’re telling the truth now: you ARE a whore, right?”

Lana nodded again, committing to the lie.

Greg smiled at her in the mirror and turned the car back on. “Then let’s get you home, ma’am.”

Nate waited until we were back on the road and a couple minutes had gone by before he popped the question. “So how much for all three of us?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” I said excitedly as Lana stiffened next to me. I turned to her, pretending not to see the look on her face. “You’re broke, right? Because of the guy who left you out here? So how about some good news for once: we’ll take the full package! Deluxe course, all three holes.”

“You do group discounts?” Nate asked.

“Don’t be crass,” I told him. “Lady’s had a rough day. We’ll pay full price, and tip for good service. That work for you?”

Lana squawked something and shook her head firmly. Agreeing that she was a whore was one thing, actually becoming one was another. No matter how bad things were, I’m sure she was certain that was a line she’d never cross.

God, were we looking forward to seeing if we could prove her wrong.

“What’s the problem?” Greg asked, letting some of the darkness seep back into his tone. “We’re not good enough for you? Only like to spread your legs for rich guys with fancy cars?” He wasn’t wrong, but Lana looked outraged anyway.

“Go easy on her!” I interjected, falling back into my role of good cop. “She just got cheated, remember?” I pulled out my wallet and showed her the fresh twenty bills there. “See, we got cash! Here.” I tucked a thick bundle of them into her skirt. “That should be more than enough, right?” I chuckled. “You’re cute, but not that cute.”

“Look!” Nate said, right on cue, and pointed at a weathered sign. “There’s a motel just a mile away!”

Lana spent the short drive trying to communicate to us that she had zero intention of having sex with us for money, a task made difficult by her gag, her fear that she’d be abandoned if she flat out refused, and our gleeful inability to read her body language.

She was still trying to get through to us when Greg pulled into the motel parking lot. The place looked pretty empty, with only a handful of cars in the lot, but it was actually much worse than appearances suggested. Low turnout and code violations had forced the place to shut down completely about three years ago.

We’d done some minor renovations to the outside. Nothing fancy, just a fresh coat of paint, replaced a couple broken windows. Enough that at a quick glance, especially if you’d planted some cars in the lot, the abandoned motel looked like it was still running.

“I’ll get us a room,” Greg said flatly, and left to take a smoke break and kill a few minutes.

Lana froze when I put an arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap, my belly against her back. “You seem so tense,” I told her gently, and kissed her shoulder. “Relax baby, we’re just a few paying customers, remember? We’ll have a little fun, give you the chance to earn some money, and all go home happy. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

I slid my hand under her blouse, and began unclasping her bra. The blonde let out a noise that was probably “stop”, but I ignored it. “Just want a little taste first,” I whispered into her ear. “A little preview of what we’re paying for.”

Lana tried to tell me to stop again, but I still wasn’t listening, tugging her bra off and tossing it away. Her ripe tits were warm and soft under my fingertips, and I played with them gently, squeezing and stroking as I continued kissing her shoulder. The only way she could stop me now was physical resistance, and that was a bell that she couldn’t unring. Did she really want to anger the man who had (sort of) been taking her side? Did she want to force a confrontation that she couldn’t possibly win, outnumbered and bound as she was, and find out what happened if I still kept going?

No, she didn’t. So though she shivered with disgust as my fingers explored her fat breasts, and continued to bleat soft sounds of rejection, she didn’t struggle or pull away. The closest she came was when I paused to grip her blouse in both hands and tear the designer clothing in two. She twisted in my arms, but I just chuckled and kept tearing until it was a rag on the car floor. “It was just a cheap costume,” I told her softly. “We’ll pay for a new one, promise.” I raised my voice. “Nate, you got a fiver, right?”

“Sure thing,” he said, handing me a bill. I tucked it into Lana’s skirt.

“See?” I told her. “You can keep the change. Nate, come see how nice her tits are.”

Lana let out a frustrated whimper at that, but she couldn’t stop him from joining us in the back seat. He began happily groping her mounds while my hands slipped under the band of her skirt. Mitchell had ripped her panties off hours ago, and her slit was right there waiting.

She squirmed as my fingers penetrated her, and I chuckled again. “A little fashion advice next time you pretend to be a businesswoman,” I breathed into her ear. “The real ones don’t go commando.” Her face turned bright red as I nipped her earlobe.

Her insides were dry, but there was a slickness in there too. I pulled my fingers out and let her see the sticky white semen they’d found. “Someone’s been a busy girl today, hasn’t she?” I teased, and she whimpered again, then gagged as I scrubbed my fingers off on her tongue.

We began playing with her in earnest after that. Nate would lick and suck on one nipple, his thumb gently rolling the other, while I carefully pumped her slit with two fingers and stroked her clit. Occasionally we would switch roles, and it would be my turn to tweak her stiff nipples, my tongue buried in her ear, while Nate’s fingers made soft wet sounds inside her.

As she realized we intended to make her cum, her squirming grew more pronounced, almost approaching actual resistance. She didn’t want it to happen, not thanks to two strangers in the back of a car. In some ways, it would be a greater violation than her two previous rapes, her own body betraying her by cooperating despite herself. “Don’t fight it,” I whispered to her as my thumb toyed with her clit. “It’s okay, we won’t be mad. Whores get to cum too. Say it with me.”

When she didn’t respond, I pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, drawing a squawk of pain. “Say it,” I told her, a little more firmly. “I want to hear you say it.” What she bleated through her gag was as unintelligible as ever, but I picked out enough syllables to know she’d obeyed. “There’s a good girl. And good girls get to cum too.”

Of course, she wasn’t really a whore yet, and she definitely wasn’t a good girl. That’s why, after her breathing had quickened and her hips were rocking against my fingers, as Lana arched her back and moaned at the soft touch of Nate’s tongue dragging over her nipple, as she was mere seconds away from an earthshaking climax, Greg knocked on the window.

“All set, we’re in room 205,” he said, then sniffed and made a face. “Eugh, whole car is gonna smell like wet cunt for days.”

Lana flushed, still panting, and made a small frustrated sound when I pulled my fingers out of her. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said, “we’ll have more fun inside.” I kissed her shoulder again. “Inside the motel and inside you.”

The blonde wasn’t happy about walking into the motel topless, but she didn’t have much choice. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I told her, pretending to misunderstand her distress. “Everyone who sees you will love these tits! Heck, you should have brought business cards.”

Room 205, the only room that wasn’t completely trashed inside the defunct motel, was a sad, dingy little place. The popcorn ceiling was spotted with water damage, there were no sheets on the thin stained mattress, and the carpet was littered with rat droppings. The only lightbulb flickered and buzzed intermittently.

It looked nothing like an active motel room, but if you were someone like Lana Williamson who was used to five star resorts, you might think this was just what a cheap rundown room looked like. Sure enough, she wore an expression of revulsion when she saw the state of the room, but gave no impression that she realized something was wrong.

“Get on the bed, baby,” I told her as I closed the door behind us. There was a quiet click as one of the other club members promptly locked it from outside, just in case she tried to run. “Then we’ll all have ourselves a real nice time.”

This was the moment of truth, and I’d be a liar if I claimed I already knew what she was going to do. We’d tried to weight the dice, but there was still every chance that she refused. It wouldn’t have helped her any, because the three of us had no intention of letting her leave the room before she’d drained our balls, but she could’ve forced us to drop the charade and blatantly rape her.

I also can’t say I know what exactly was the last straw. Maybe it was fear of our wrath if she refused to service us. Maybe it was her frustrated pussy demanding relief. Maybe she just knew, deep down, that this is what she was always meant for.

Either way, Lana shuffled forward with downcast eyes, climbed onto the bed, and waited for us to fuck her.

We didn’t keep her waiting long. The three of us fell upon her like wolves, driven by hours of pent up lust. Nate tugged off her skirt and pushed her long, smooth legs up into the air, her delicate stockinged feet pointing up at the discolored ceiling. With both hands on her ankles, he sank into her, easily burying his full length into her soaked pussy.

Lana arched her back and moaned, her head off the side of the bed. The sound was cut off a moment later by Greg sliding his own prick through her ring gag and straight down her throat. She gagged, but two hours of deepthroat practice with Robby had worn down her gag reflex, and soon his cock was thrusting steadily in and out of her, his hands gripping her ears to keep her fuckhole in place.

And me? I straddled her flat stomach, my cock snug and happy between her firm tits. I grabbed a handful of each soft, perfect globe of flesh, and began eagerly titfucking her. Her body twitched and quivered beneath my hips as all three of us made full use of Lana Williamson, official whore.

None of us were rough with her that first time. We didn’t have to be; her ripe pillowy curves and tight silky insides were intoxicating, and even if she had been old, ugly, and loose, the woman herself was such a trembling ball of fear, humiliation, and need that there was nothing sexier than feeling her submit to us. Lana didn’t kick her legs at Nate or turn her head away from Greg or throw me off of her, even though we could all feel how much she wanted to do all three. She just lay there and let us enjoy her, like a good girl.

It didn’t take any of us long to cum. Greg shot his seed down her throat to chase Robby’s, Nate’s joined Mitchell’s in her fertile womb, and mine painted her chest and stomach. The three of us grinned at each other while our fucktoy panted beneath us. She had cum twice by my reckoning, and it seemed to have done wonders for her ongoing attitude adjustment. She hadn’t even protested when Nate came inside her, even though the way she’d tensed and shivered told me she was fully aware and terrified of what he was doing and the potential consequences.

After we rose off of her, Lana remained sprawled across the filthy mattress, limbs akimbo, exhausted and quivering, her golden hair damp with sweat as it trailed the floor. Her submission made her look more beautiful than ever, a tamed and defiled goddess, and my cock was already twitching back to life, demanding I not waste a second that could be spent fucking this glorious creature.

She let out a soft whine through her gag as I rolled her onto her side and raised her leg, but it wasn’t until she felt my dick slide over her asscrack that she realized what I was planning to do. She DID struggle then, harder than she had with anyone except Mitchell, but tired and bound as she was, it took barely any effort to keep her where I wanted. “Shhhh,” I whispered into her ear as my cockhead pressed against her rosebud and felt it slowly giving way. “I know, not too rough, right? I can already tell how my new favorite whore likes her buttfucks: slow and relaxed, just a long thorough pumping of her guts that ends with lots of hot sticky cream.”

She whined again, trying to communicate that she was an anal virgin and wanted to stay that way, but it was too late. Her sphincter yielded, and my cock made its first entry into Lana’s asshole. “Mmm,” I moaned loudly as I slowly slid into her, and I didn’t have to fake my pleasure. “This must be your customers’ favorite hole, isn’t it? Guys, you’ve gotta try her ass when I’m done!” She whimpered at hearing she had at least two more anal rapes in her immediate future.

I could have fucked her bloody, and I’d be lying if I claimed I was never tempted, but what I wanted wasn’t just to fuck Lana Williamson, it was to fuck WITH her. So her first anal rape was gentle, almost loving, and I made sure she came multiple times before I was done. “There’s a good girl,” I whispered softly into her ear the first time it happened. “See? Even anal whores get to cum too.” She moaned in response, and there was so much bitter self-loathing in that single wordless noise that it took everything I had not to finish immediately. I like to think that inside her poor, frazzled mind, she was never quite sure at the time or afterward whether what I was doing to her was even rape.

While I was enjoying Lana’s ass, the others weren’t wasting any time either. Nate took her other side, where he got himself settled and comfortable between her breasts. Her skin was still slick with my cum, and that gave him all the lube he needed to pump away inside that soft valley. When he pushed her head down towards his prick, she resisted at first, but after he whispered something into her ear, she gave in and began meekly lapping at his pistoning cockhead.

Greg seemed more than happy to squeeze between us and be the third man to rape her cunt. “God, I’m really sorry about that mixup before,” he said, barely able to keep a straight face. “If I’d known you had such a hungry wet cunt, I never would’ve doubted you were a whore. Amateurs can be fun, sure, but this is a professional pussy if I’ve ever seen one.” Lana groaned in humiliation, but didn’t stop licking Nate.

Round two took longer than the first, but it still felt like no time at all. Nate gave her a warm and sticky facial, I painted her virgin bowels white, and Greg entered the running to become Lana’s baby daddy. It was no longer an exaggeration or cruel joke to say she looked like a cheap whore. Her upper half was plastered with spunk, it was dribbling from both lower holes, and she absolutely stank of sex.

If she had any hope her bedraggled state would earn her any sympathy, though, they were soon dashed. As soon as Greg and Nate could go again, they had her face down and sandwiched between them. Greg was confirming that I hadn’t lied about how good her asshole was, and Nate was eager to add a fresh coat of baby batter to her womb. Lana’s attention may have been more focused on me, though. She hadn’t reacted at first when I slid my dick into her mouth, not until her tastebuds reminded her where I’d just been. She’d retched so hard I’d been certain she was about to puke, but managed to keep it down. The entire time, she was crying and babbling wordless variations of “please take your shitstained dick out of my mouth”, but I wasn’t going anywhere until she’d cleaned her mess and guzzled a fresh load.

I don’t even remember how many times we fucked Lana in that filthy motel room. I know we each tried all of her holes at least once. I know I went back to her ass a second time, Nate ended up leaving three loads in her pussy, and Greg made use of her collar the same way Robby had, locking her to his dick and having her throat him continuously for a solid half hour.

Regardless of the actual number, Lana had never looked or felt more fucked in her life. I’d been hoping her stockings would be high quality enough to last the entire time, but eventually we’d had to peel the ragged, cum soaked things off of her and toss them away. More cum was splattered all over her body, and oozed freely from all three holes. Even her tongue looked like it had been glazed in the stuff. Every time she breathed, she blew little cum bubbles with her mouth.

And honestly? We could’ve kept going. I think we could’ve kept fucking Lana all night long and enjoyed her fuckholes for breakfast. The more ragged and disgusting she got, the more fun it was to push her even harder. Lana Williamson may have only been a whore for a single night, but I felt like we crammed a few weeks worth of job experience into that handful of hours.

But all good things must end, and our time together concluded with the sound of a police siren. “Shit!” Greg swore, and pushed her tired and cumstained lips off of his shaft. “We need to get out of here!”

All three of us began frantically getting dressed while Lana just flopped on the mattress, too exhausted to realize what we were in a hurry about. “You were great, baby!” I told her as I rushed to get my shoes on. “Absolutely fucking perfect.” I took a fresh roll of bills out of my pocket and threw it on her spunk covered tits. She looked down at the money dully. “When you get out, come find me, I’ll be your best customer, promise!”

She gave me a confused look as I blew her a kiss and hightailed it out the door, Greg and Nate right behind me. We ran to the car, whooping with joy at how much fun that had been.

About a minute later, the police busted down the door to room 205.