It Takes A Village

It was the final stop before home on Lana’s rape tour.

Let me tell you, dumpsters can get damn hot inside, especially on a warm summer day in Arizona. Lana woke up in a dark, humid enclosure that was well over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, filled with garbage that had largely rotted and liquified already. Picture a sewer crossed with an oven, and oh, can’t forget, we tossed her in face down after hogtying her arms and legs with zip ties. She tried to roll over a bunch of times, but all she managed to do was further baste her sweaty flesh in hot liquid trash.

We let her enjoy the garbage sauna for a couple hours, long enough to convince herself she was going to die in there, then our guys “discovered” her. “Hey, we got a body in this one!” he shouted after cracking open the lid.

“Any money on him?” one of the others asked.

“Nah, just looks like a dead whore.”

“…help…” Lana managed to croak into her bed of garbage.

“Hot damn, we got a live one! Gimme a hand!” They hauled her out of the dumpster and into the alley, though they made sure to accidentally slam her against the dumpster’s sides several times in the process. The entrance to the alley had already been blocked off with some boxes and construction tape, ensuring they wouldn’t be interrupted.

The filthy, trussed up rape toy they dug out of the trash… well, if we hadn’t set this up ourselves, I don’t think anyone would have realized she wasn’t a corpse. Even some of the guys were giving each other worried looks as they cut the zip ties and her limbs flopped bonelessly to the ground, wondering if we’d gone too far and they’d just imagined her cry for help.

But after a few seconds, she coughed and shuddered, some of her garbage coating flaking off. “…help…” she croaked again, and it was a testament to her recent change of heart that she added “…please…”

“Fucking hell, I’ve never smelled anything that bad,” one of them commented, and he wasn’t exaggerating. She had to have been the worst smelling thing in that dumpster by now.

“I’m gonna fucking puke if we don’t wash her off,” another agreed, and roughly nudged her with his foot. “Hey whore, mind if we give you a shower?”

“…yes… please…”

Honestly, even if they’d told her what kind of shower they had in mind, I think Lana would’ve preferred that over her current state, but that didn’t stop her from letting out a disgusted squeal when they began to piss on her. She rolled around on the street, trying to escape the downpour.

“Dirty fucking pig!” one of them swore, and kicked her in the ribs. “Stop rolling around in the mud!” Lana flinched at his tone and went completely still, meekly letting them finish her golden shower.

When it was over, one man stepped up and slapped her face with his cock. “Where the hell is our thanks, you filthy fuckpig?!”

Lana kept her eyes fixed on the ground, watching urine and trash stream away from her. “Thank you f… for the shower…” She swallowed hard and then whispered, clearly expecting to get punished for the question, “M… may I, um… go now? Please?”

“Go?” He spat on the back of her head. “Where’s a fuckpig like you need to scurry off to?”

The blonde shrank even more. “H… home…” Back in the city and above ground, she could see the finish line in sight. Lana had never spent a lot of time in this particular section of Phoenix, but even she could find her way back home from here. And on nice public roads, plenty of other pedestrians, where not even a rape magnet like her had much risk of getting accosted.

All she needed was for these nine gentlemen to let her leave this alley.

“Pretty sure we just saved your fucking life, bitch,” he snarled. “And that’s all the thanks we get?”

Twenty four hours ago, Lana would’ve laughed at the idea that she owed scruffy, unkempt men like these anything, no matter what they might have done for her. Twelve hours ago, she might’ve reluctantly offered money, or to use her personal influence to grant them a favor. Six hours ago, she would’ve begged them not to do this.

This Lana knew perfectly well what they wanted, and that trying to talk them out of it would only make things worse, so instead of laughing, negotiating, or pleading, she immediately closed her mouth over his cockhead and began tonguing him.

Her obedience made him hesitate for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “That’s right, whore. You can go home once you’ve satisfied all of us. You got a problem with that?”

Her answer was to begin fucking her throat on his cock.

Melody’s lessons had been about eating pussy, but Lana must have learned a few techniques that applied to dicks too, because it wasn’t long before he was pressing her head against himself for maximum depth as he fired his load down her throat. The blonde accepted this meekly, offering no resistance as her face was ground into his crotch.

The next man was already stretched out on the ground, hands behind his head to make himself more comfortable while his stiff cock pointed up at the sky. “Ride me, slut,” he ordered, and Lana crawled over to begin squatting on his prick.

“Look this way and smile, cunt,” another demanded. The blonde flinched when she saw his phone out, but she smiled and continued slowly bouncing on the man’s cock. “Yeah, just like that. Might as well upload this and make a couple bucks off your filthy ass.”

“You got syphilis, whore?” asked the one she was riding. “Gonorrhea? Chlamydia?”

“No!” Lana said quickly. “I don’t have any of those, I swear!”

He laughed and spanked her butt. “You do now, slut!” The blonde looked like she was going to throw up.

“I’m sure she don’t mind,” said the one with the camera. “Cheap whores are happy to pick up new STDs if it means getting stuffed with dick. Right, slut?”

“R-right,” Lana agreed, and told the camera with a smile, “Cheap whores like me are happy to pick up new STDs if it means getting stuffed with dick!”

“Gonna take me all day to cum at this rate, whore,” complained the man beneath her, and spanked her butt again. “Pick up the pace!”

Lana tried to obey, but this was a woman attempting fast, deep squats while operating on only a few hours rest, and who’d eaten nothing in the last twenty four hours but dog food, pussy juice, and cum. After less than a minute, she was moving slower than ever, and panting like a racehorse.

“Lazy whore,” grumbled another man, and unbuckled his belt. “When you’re riding a customer, you should always be going fast enough to make those fat titties bounce! If you can’t manage that much yourself, I’ll have to do it for ya!” She squealed as he began lashing her tits, layering fresh welts upon the dozens faded ones Melody had left her with.

I couldn’t tell you what helped more, the way her motivational tit beating got her bouncing up and down like a big tittied rabbit, or the way her insides must have clenched nice and tight after every leather kiss, but it didn’t take long for her to succeed. Lana kept bouncing even while he ejaculated, his sperm squelching out of her to run down his shaft.

“Clean me off,” he ordered as soon as he was done, and she promptly knelt to begin tongue bathing him. “Jesus, what a cum hungry slut.”

That was only the beginning of her service. The next man ordered her to spread her legs, bend forward until her palms were on the ground, then fuck him with her ass. She had to put her whole body in it, her breasts swinging back and forth as she rocked herself against him. At the same time, she forced her head up to smile for the camera and repeat the words they wanted. “Cheap whores like me love getting buttfucked! Nothing keeps me warm at night like a load of hot spunk in my guts!”

Next she had to wrap her legs around a man’s torso and hump him shamelessly while he held her up in the air. “Cheap whores like me love getting knocked up!” she assured the camera. “A pair of big milk jugs will help me get even more customers! I can’t wait to see fresh milk dribble from my fat titties every time they get slapped!”

Kneeling, she dutifully massaged a shaft with her tits while running her tongue eagerly over its head, occasionally leaning down to slurp the precum off her slick breasts. “Cheap whores like me are just tits and holes! My only worth comes from making men cum, and the day I’m too old and ugly to do that well is the day I get tossed back in the dumpster.”

Still kneeling, now with her face planted in the dirt, hands spreading her butt cheeks apart as she ramrodded her own intestines on a stiff prick. “Cheap whores like me are naturals at ass to mouth! I’m already a filthy piece of shit, so why would I mind tasting my own asshole on a customer’s cock? Real women say pee eww, but I say yum yum!”

On all fours, slowly lapping up the puddle of piss from her shower, her eyes trained on the camera the whole time, while her hips steadily fucked the man buried in her cunt. “Cheap whores like me double as toilets and trash cans! If it looks bad and smells worse, it’s my privilege to suck it up with a smile! After all, I’m gonna need lots more calories for that baby in my belly!”

Gently gripping a shaft in her fist, softly pumping it while her tongue danced and swirled over the piss slit. “Cheap whores like me are cheap whores because we just can’t get enough of cock! Fucking, licking, sucking, rubbing… whether it’s lapping day old sweat and piss and cum off their shafts,  or helping their heads kiss my cervix, or just treating myself to a deep spunk enema, cocks are everything to me…”

Like that, Lana serviced all nine men there, and aside from the occasional slap or spank or tit lashing when she forgot that exhaustion isn’t an excuse to be lazy, none of them had to lift a finger. The once powerful and haughty woman worked hard to make all of them cum, and meekly licked them clean after, all the while smiling and repeating every demeaning comment they wanted for the camera.

After she was finished with the last man, she knelt in the dirty alley and waited, head down, not daring to speak. Obedience looked good on her. “Something wrong, slut?” asked one of the men.

“May I go now, please… sir?” Lana whispered.

“We said you could leave after you satisfied us.” She nodded. “We look satisfied to you?” She nervously lifted her head to see him stroking his stiff erection. All of them, even the one she’d just finished cleaning, were hard again by now. And to be honest, even if they hadn’t popped some pills just before they started, it’s hard for me to imagine anyone not being aroused by the sight of that beautiful woman bowed in submission.

“N-no…” the blonde admitted.

“So what’s a cheap whore like you gonna do next?”

Lana let out a long, shuddering sigh, then forced a smile onto her face and crawled toward him to nuzzle his shaft. “May I suck your cock, sir?” she begged. “Please?”

For the next several hours, Lana fucked all nine men. Sometimes singly, sometimes two or three at a time, but always with a smile while she did all the work. Whether she was up against a wall, bouncing in someone’s lap, or even bent over with her head in the dumpster, she worked hard and never complained.

No request was too demeaning for the broken blonde. The first time one of them suggested she drink his piss, she promptly opened wide and waited. When one of them squatted over her face and made a comment about being out of toilet paper, her tongue wasted no time getting to know his asshole. Someone noticed a used condom in the dumpster and tossed it to her, suggesting she might enjoy a snack, and she obediently tilted her head back and let its aged contents ooze down her throat.

By the time she’d drained all nine sets of balls, Lana might just have been the most experienced whore in Arizona. They’d fucked her in every position they could think of, hosing down her insides and painting her outsides again and again. The only reason she didn’t resemble a semen soaked sponge at this point was that her mouth - when not busy with more important tasks - was perpetually at work cleaning up after herself. She lapped the scum off her skin, sucked it from her hair, used her fingers to scoop it out of her fuckholes and slurp it right down. It was a long, grueling afternoon for Lana Williamson, but I can promise she didn’t go hungry.

And after all that, when even the sight and sound and soft tongue of the whimpering blonde couldn’t get any of them hard again, there was only one thing left to do: send her home.

Lana rode the bus back to her neighborhood, just like the men had ordered her to. None of them went with her, but me and Cheng - sorry, Wang - secretly got on to keep an eye on her. We’d changed our clothes and kept our heads down, but she never glanced in our direction.

She’d have had a hard time going anywhere without clothes, so the guys had helpfully donated some. Lana wore high heels, sheer pantyhose, a miniskirt several sizes too small, and a top loose enough that every pothole threatened to make her breasts spill out. She looked exactly like the kind of whore who might spend her Saturday afternoon fucking nine guys in an alleyway.

For maximum humiliation, they’d also grabbed a tube of lipstick and used it to write and draw across her skin. Her arms and legs were covered in words like SLUT, WHORE, and FUCKTOY, while her midriff bore a surprisingly cute picture of one of her eggs getting besieged by sperm. Her forehead bore the label CUM JUNKIE, and on her back was an ode to her asshole that began with “If you’ve change to spare / Consider my tight little derrière” and only got worse as it went on.

Ironically, if she’d lived in a cheaper part of the city, there’s a decent chance someone would’ve checked to see if she was okay. But the passengers of this bus looked at her obscene getup like she was a dog who’d shat on their bed, and then tried to pretend she didn’t exist. Most of them, anyway. There was a group of teenagers who snickered and laughed and got out their phones to take pictures. Lana flinched the first time she heard the camera go off, then turned towards them with a pathetic smile as they took more.

The closest call we had was when a cop got on halfway through the ride. He regarded Lana with an annoyed look, and we could see him weighing his options. She wasn’t technically committing indecent exposure, but she was absolutely skirting the line, and it really came down to whether or not he was willing to bother with the hassle of arresting her. When the blonde realized she had his attention, she shrank away and made herself try to look very small. There was no sign that it even occurred to her she might be able to ask him for help. He watched her cringe, shook his head in disgust, then ignored her like everyone else.

It was a ten minute walk from the bus stop to her house, and Lana made the walk of shame in miserable silence, head down to try and ignore the occasional staring passersby and gawking neighbors. We trailed behind her, trying to stay unnoticed, but she was so lost in her own little world of humiliation we probably could’ve walked hand in hand with her without her realizing.

But she finally made it. After leaving the office roughly twenty eight hours ago, Lana Williamson arrived at home. As she crossed the final distance between her and sanctuary, her steps faltered. Was she considering what she would do if the door was locked? Was she wondering if she’d actually start to feel anything like herself once she was inside? We’ll never know, because a moment later the door opened.

“There you are, sweetheart!” Mitchell said cheerfully, holding a half empty beer. “Been waiting ages for you to get here.”

Lana stared past him, into the crowded house. Everyone was there: Robby, Greg, Nate, Johnson, Melody… even her nine newest friends had beaten her home, arriving by carpool after she’d gotten on the bus. Wang and I brushed past her ourselves, eager to get inside and enjoy the party.

We’d put a lot of time and effort into setting this up. All the pictures on her walls had been replaced by lovely high resolution photos of her adventure. There was Lana facedown over the hood of her car, cum drooling out her freshly raped pussy. Lana cumming during her very first anal rape back in the motel. Lana face down in the police car with the nightsticks jutting from her butt. Lana kneeling on the ground, obedient fucktoy to nine strangers.

Robby and Nate had done a great job editing some of the footage, and had a clip show running on the theater sized screen in the living room. Lana falling flat on her face in the parking garage, frantically eating Melody out in the basement, promising to be a “good little blonde cocksucker” in the car… all our favorite moments of the last twenty eight hours for us to rewatch and relive.

Lana stood there like a deer in headlights, watching as all her monsters happily laughed and chatted with each other, relaxing with beers and snacks in her own home like they had always belonged. Her eyes drifted up to the giant banner we’d hung just a couple hours ago: WELCOME TO YOUR GANGRAPE LANA <3.

“Why…?” she whispered.

“Why what?” Mitchell asked. “Why all the hoopla? Why fuck with you from one end of the county to the other if we’re just gonna run a train on you right here?”

She nodded dumbly.

He took a swig of his beer. “Nothing wrong with a little foreplay, right? Bit of friendly roughhousing to get us all in the mood? Don’t worry, we’re still a long way to Monday morning, sweetheart. Plenty of time for us to have some REAL fun with you.”

Mitchell dropped the empty beer bottle on the grass, and beckoned her to come inside.  “Come on then, party can’t get started without the guest of honor. If I were you, sweetheart, I wouldn’t make us come out there and get you.” He winked, then turned and went back inside.

Lana stared at the open doorway, her entire body trembling. Her eyes darted from side to side, at the quiet, peaceful high end suburb around her. There were plenty of places for her to run. Plenty of places to hide.

But there was no escape from what we’d already done to her. And she had learned her lessons well.

Lana Williamson mewled softly, sank to her knees, and then crawled inside to join the party.