chapter 1 invasion

A and B parked the van about 100 yards from jemimas cottage in a layby when it wouldnt be noticed. A was wearing overalls with a famous telecom brand logo on the front and had a tablet in his hands but B was in ordinary clothing and they nodded at each other with agreement but without words the plan was set. A walked up the lane B headed into the field the one that was attached to jemimas large garden but the stupid bitch had loads of planters and trellis for growing veg and fruit tress, it was so easy to enter and move through without being seen from the cottage. meanwhile A approached the front door. they had seen jemimas man and their child leaving in the car 20 minutes ago and knew they had a schedule. 2 hours was guaranteed so A rang the bell. she answered wearing a tight fitted t shirt under baggy cotton dungarees and sandals. her blond curly hair was scrunched up and she looked slightly flushed. ‘jemima knight’ asked A and she smiled and nodded. ‘i’m just here to check the broadband can i come in?’ A flashed the fake id card but she frowned ‘we don’t use your company she said’ ‘oh we handle the cabling for all the providers, it wont take a minute.’ but jemima closed the door a little ‘can i check with your office’ she said. A realized this wasnt going to plan. he glanced over his shoulder to see the lane was empty then looked back and threw a punch trying to get thru the door. jemimas lip split when the knuckle landed but shee rode the force of the blow and was able to slam the door as A withdrew for another swing, the lip stung like fuck and the adrenaline hit her like a rocket even as she was throwing the deadbolt on the door. her heart was pumping madly and she felt the panic rising. the phone was in the kitchen and it took a few seconds to think she needed to call the police but eventually her legs obeyed and wiping the blood from her lip she ran down the hall and turned the corner to get into the bright large kitchen… only to run straight into B who had just walked in from the garden. jemima bounced off him and hit the door frame before landing on the floot her legs scrambling on the tiles as she tried to get away from this new threat but B reached down to grab her ankle. jemima kicked screamed ‘no!’ but he had a strong hold despite the other leg flailing and pulled her towards him while she tried to grab at the door frame. B yanked hard on her leg and suddenly she was below him, so he dropped his knee hard into her midrift knocking the wind from her. jemima raised her arms in protest but her movement were already different no longer trying to flee my protect herself. she was realizing she was in big trouble and B smiled oh, you have no idea jemima. B grabbed her curly blond hair and dragged her down the hall, throwing the bolt on the front door and opening the latch. jemima tried to scream when the door began to open, but B just shook her head violently using her hair and clamped his free hand into her mouth. A hurried in then shut the door annd grabbed her ankels as B continued to hold her by the head and the two dragged her back to the kitchen where A opened his small bag. jemima looked in horror as zip ties pliers a gag and what looked like a truncheon tumbled out and immediately she began to cry.

chapter 2 bound and stripped

‘hold her down’ A said and B fought her flailing arms grabbing first 1 wrist then the other and pinning them on the floor above jemimas head as she was forced to lie on her back. jemima was panicking and didnt know whether to fight or plead but when B approached with a large zip tie she screamed ‘no’ again and tried to wriggle free kicking her legs wildly. A held firm on her wrists, pressing a knee paninfully into one hand against the floor and B staddling her thrashing body to sit on her belly which made her buck and struggle more but the heavy men were too much and with her arms punned even thrashing her head side to side she couldnt stop A putting his hand on her throat. she tried to bite, but he dodged her teeth and pressed hard on her delicate neck. ‘you should fight you stupid little fuck and you would fight harder is you knew what we are going to do to you’ said A and spat in her mouth as she let out a huge cry. A leaned forward now and worked the zip tie around jemimas wrists with Bs help yanking it closed so tight jemimas hand immediately started to color and it meant B could control her now with just one hand or even his knee if he wanted. ‘it hurts!’ jemima pleaded sounding suddenly pathetic and the 2 men laughed ‘you fucking stupid cunt’ said B ‘of course it hurts and if you think thats not why we are here’ he trailed off laughing again. A put his hand back on her throat and grinning hard he unzipped his pants to show jemima just what effect her crying and plea had on him. his cock sprang up rigid and he pushed down hard on her neck with his left hand as he jerked it a few times, ‘lets see what we are dealing with’ he said. leaving his cock pointing strait at jemimas face, he reaching into his pocked and pulled out a small item that he pressed a button on and when she saw what it was jemima stopped wriggling and stared with a new sense of panic rising in her chest she could barely breathe. it was a tactical knife it looked sharp and designed to be looking like a military weapon. B knew what his partner was thinking and grabbed the front of jemimas light cotton dungarees A brought the blade close to her face and jemima bucked and kicked again thinking she was about to be sliced open. ‘you should be so lucky’ said A and instead turned the blade onto the straps of her dungarees 1st 1 side them the other. in a deft movement the blade was folded away and put back in a pocket and the free hand pawed at her face, then dragged down her front, pulling down the useful front flap of the dungarees until the material stopped moving because the waist was trapped under her body. A’s fingertips curled just under waistband of her panties. for the 1st time jemima felt her cunt threatened and her legs stppped thrashing so she pull them tight together. ‘oh sweet look’ said B. ‘she thinks holding her slut thighs tight is going to stop us raping her.’ it was the 1st time she had even thought about the word and it made her release an involuntary moan through the gasps and sob and a pathetic time ‘please don’t’ came out of her mouth. A pushed his thumb under the bunched cloth on her cunt to make the point that in a few minutes time she would be nothing more than cunt meat. B with his knee still holding down her tied wrists now pulled up her t shirt to reveal of course no bra. ‘now what are we going to do with these pathetic little tits’ he asked. since breastfeeding jemimas tits were looser than the tight little tiny chicken filets of her youth and they lay on her chest now with nipples pointing slightly side ways. ‘lets see how well they move’ said A and punched her hard on her mound. the wind was knocked out of her the panicked sobbing stopped briefly and in the moment of shock A had lifted up her waist, ripped down the remains of her dungarees and was gathering them round her ankles like a binding, sitting on them to control her once it was done. ‘now the fun begins’. A groped her wrestled off the dungrees and her naked legs clamped tight together again as jemima stared in horror.

chapter 3 fixing jems hairy cunt

the second punch on her lower belly shocked jemima and her right leg pulled upwards in reaction attempting to shield herself from the next blow to her cunt, which was perfect for A who locked his left arm under the leg and pushed forward with his shoulder, jamming the knee towards her shoulder. jemima realized she was losing control of the little protection her legs offered and when she managed to open her eyes she saw A on all fours above her with his hard cock now hanging down only a few inches from her left thigh. he was staring at her knickers but before she could process what he was doing as the pain in her belly subsided from above her head B scooped up her watery right tit in his fist and began to squeeze. she was so small that the nipple barely poked up between his thumb and curled index finger and has he began to tighten his grip the focus on her pain shifted from her belly and cunt to that tit and a scream began in her chest that rose and rose as her squeezed the fat and pinched the expose hard nipple hard with his thumb. she bucked and struggled again now but B with his knee skill on her bound hands just kept going and to keep her still he pressed his knee even harder onto her hands still zip tied above her head on the hard floor. A kept his right hand pressing down on her left knee to keep her still and laughed as she cried out until B released her tit that flopped back on her chest with nasty discoloring. ‘i dont think she likes it’ said B. ‘why dont you see what she tastes like?’A grinned and reached into his pocked again for the knife and flicked it open. the point was razor sharp and as he ran it over her belly and then up and down her inner thighs it left a white line on her skin. the feel of it had immediately stilled her and now jemima was panting hard with the occasional weak cry and ‘please’ feeling so vulnerable as the knife danced round her softest flesh. a soft cry grew in her as A slid the knife under the edge of her white panties ‘oh jemima is that a little wee’ he said looking at the damp spot in her crotch. the yellow tint showed him it wasnt excitement that made it but fear. and he then said ‘so hard being a young mum having your waterworks ruined by birth let hope your cunt isnt ruined because that would be very bad for you’ and with that he drew the blade down over her mound and through the crotch of the panties. the material pinged open and revealed her mess of cunt hair ‘dirty fucking hippy is like a fucking wookie mate,’ A said. jemima sobbed a little more and started to sound like a little girl humiliated and exposed. B stopped mauling her tits and reached into the bag at his side, ‘we can fix that’ he said and produced a roll of extra strength gaffer tape. when jemima heard him tear off a strip she flinched and wailed but B grabbbed her chin from his vantage point above her head and told her to shut the fuck up. he passed the strip carefully to A who slapped it down her crotch and began to mash her cunt lips and mound through the tape while jemima mmphed and ughed through the mouth B was holding closed. then A ripped away the tape. the muffled scream was loud and desperate and the tape didnt come away cleanly so A had to tug and tear 3 or 4 times to release the whole strip with jemimas cunt being stretch and pulled in the process causing tears to flow freely from jemimas squeezed shut eyes. her slit was now exposed with just a few wispy hairs down between her legs and clumps either side where the tape hadnt covered left on her red raw skin.’pass that here’ said B and still holding jemimas jaw tight shut with the other hand he jammed the tape over her mouth. the taste of her own cunt, and the leak of piss filled her mouth and nose and the rough feel of her own pubes harsh against her thin lips made jemima wince. but she saw with horror that her naked cunt and her heavy breaths through her nose showing his distress had made A’s cock bigger and harder than even before and when he spit on her bruised cunt and shoved two fingers past her outer lips she started to panic all over again

chapter 4 biting jemima

‘dry as fuck’ said A and lowered his head and jemima tensed up again expecting him to do what men had always done when her cunt wasnt ready and lick her out. the thought of his fat tongue probing her made her heart sink. B had grabbed her right leg so that A could move freely after locking it in place with his shoulder and was holding it wide. now A pushed her left leg aside to get his face close to her battered red lips with just a few wisps of hair around it. jemima tried to close her eyes and figured it would be over sooner if she allowed him to lick her cunt and relaxed her left leg allowing him to do so. A opened his mouth but instead of licking she felt teeth against her soft flesh, his bottom teeth pressed just lower than her cunthole and the top ones encompassing the front of her mound. A had his mouth wide but no tonguing was happened he just paused. and then dragged his bottom teeth up her slit as his mouth closed, pushing the top teeth into her fleshy mound just above her clit. B knew what was happening and took tighter hold of her leg and pressed his knee even harder onto her hands on the floor because when As bottom teeth reached the top of her slit and grated her clit jemima’s scream and jerking was more powerful than ever. A reset himself and the scream died to a fresh round of sobbing but he pressed his mouth back into position and this time kept pressing. through her sobs jem felt his teeth again on her hole and her mound, but this time he didnt drag his teeth across her he just started to bite. it wasnt as painful as her clit raking but he was building in intensity and force until she was back to screaming and struggling. after a few seconds A lifted himself onto all 4s to look at B, ‘tasty once you get past the musty hippy smell’ he said. 2 of the red marks all around her cunt where showing blood including 1 right at the base of her slit next to her fuckhole. ‘let me try something else on the menu,’ said B and A now took over control of jemimas legs pushing her knees wide and towards the floor. B laughed ‘oh jemima who would have thought all that yoga flexibility would just end up making it so easy to do what we want with you,’ and he grabbed her other tit, this one still unmarked and smooth lying on her chest. as before B gathered the fat and held it tight but it barely registered after As clit abuse and bite. jemima was still sobbing and breathing hard but as B leaned over to get close to her gripped tit, she felt his hard cock rest on her face and her breath got shallower and she make little grunting sounds then she felt another set of teeth on her and the scream came again as B pressed his teeth onto her areola and nibbled hard at her nipple. then B has an idea and he relaxed his grip round the fat of her tit and sucked hard. jemimas flat little chicken fillets had got looser and a little bigger after breastfeeding and tho she was ashamed she went from barely there to slightly saggy the men she fucked had always used her tiny tits well. now B had taken 1 completely into his mouth. it tasted sweet maybe she was still making milk he thought. but he followed his fellow rapists lead and bit. the taste of blood when the sharper teeth broke the skin was amazing but feeling that little girly chest heave with the scream from so close and the softness of the tit quivering felt amazing in his mouth. after a few seconds he spat out the spit covered flesh and told A ‘right stop fucking about get this cunt raped because my cock is aching like fuck and youve been pissing around’. A grinned and keeping jemima’s knees wide apart brought his rigid cock up between her legs. jemima was crying hard but realized what was happening and turned her head to one side praying it would be over soon. but B grabbed her head and forced it back to face forward. ‘open your eyes you little cunt and watch whats happening’ she tried to shake her head ‘i can’t’ she stammered, ‘you fucking will or i will cut your eyelids off’ said B and the image was so cruel and vivid jemima’s eyes snapped open to see As face drawing up over her with a crazed and focused look in his eye. ‘congratulations your about to be a rape victim’

chapter 5 give jem a hand

A was hovering over her now the tip of his erect cock brushing the teeth marks around her cunt and he lowered his head close to her startled face eyes wide as instructed and mouth tight and twisted and the sobs racked her tight chest. she smelled his breath and it felt more real than when he had bitten her cunt. A reached his right hand down and roughly parted her dry lips locking the tip of his cock against her hole between them. ‘i think this is going to hurt’ he told her and he began to push with his hips feeling his cock get even harder as it built pressure on her hole. jemima’s cunt stretched inwards but without lube the skin just pulled and A felt his cock get even harder at the sight of her face straining in pain with the tendons in her neck standing out and her high pitched grunting. B was telling her what a pathetic little cunt she was and how she should be grateful at getting cock at all and this was all she deserved after years of teasing and rapebaiting. A was pushing hard jabbing to break into her properly looking for the 1st bit of moisture and was now using his right hand to grab her left tit to give him more leverage. After the longest minute of her life enough wet from deep in jemima’s fuckhole leaked out to enable As cock to burst past her hole and up her. it took several more thrusts to get locked in place all the way inside her but when he did As cock found enough moisture to being sliding in and out and he began to use real force with each thrust. jemimas little body jerked hard with each launch forward and her little tits flopped hard back and forward but A noticed her legs were pulled back naturally now because she realized it was hopeless to try keeping her whoreslit closed it would just increase the pain. B had already let go her right leg anyways to keep her head facing A and dig in his nails to her neck and face if she closed her eyed so she cold see A enjoying the feel of her cunt being raped hard. ‘let me know when youre close,’ said B and it wasnt too long before A slowed down then stopped fully enclosed by jemimas cunt. ‘get ready’ he said to B and jemima felt B let go of her head so she immediately turned to the side and screwed her eyes closed as if to make her rapist disappear even as she felt his angry hard cock up her battered hole. she could hear B reach for the half empty bag, then felt his knee come off her bound hands. A still was just still throbbing inside her and panting like he was gathering strength. then she felt B grab her wrist and begin wrapped her hands. she looked up in panic and could see him using the gaffer tape to wind around her hands, binding them almost randomly ion a bundle of stickiness. she tried to bunch into a fist but already she could barely move her fingers and in a few seconds, both hands were locked in a mess of sticky tape. now he was holding her wrist tight to the floor again. so there she lay legs splayed to reduce the pain of her rape her rapists solid cock all the way up her battered nunt hands high above her head bound and forced onto the floor but the pause was making her panic, what was about to happen? ‘say when’ B told A and the rapist slapped her hard in the face, ‘ready you little cunt?’ now he began pounding her furiously harder and harder faster and faster and her grunts got louder and her cervix got cock-punched and the sore outer lips slapped over and over by As angry thrusts. but she was obviously just praying for it to be finished now knees well apart to stop it hurting so bad eyes screwed tight to block it out her thin little lips tight together and it looked like she was just trying not to cry, just waiting for the hot gush in her fuckhole and then for it to be over. A was fucking her fast now and then after four particularly hard and deep thrusts he nodded at B as he felt the ejaculation become inevitable. B held her wrist tight and violently brought the mallet he was holding down on her tape-bound hands with all his force again and again. the pain ran through jemimas arms and body like a power surge and all the attempts at passive resistance were gone in a moment. she screamed and writhed around like she had been electrocuted, pushed her hips into the air, twisting her body thrashing her head side to side but with A deep inside her with his weight keeping her in place and B holding her arms while he smashed her fingers all the movement was funnelled into her squirming and just made A cum harder and longer than he ever had and he let her know that calling her a little fucktoy cunt and whore and all the other words. even through the pain of the hammer blows and the rape she heard his say how much she deserved this for being such a cocktease and she wished she had been less of a little whore when younger. A slapped her hard a few timea while she was silently screaming trying to catch her breath, then he pulled out as she finally found the breath to sob in pain and humiliation. as A stood up his cock now wet with her reluctant juice and his own cum and some blood her legs slowly came together. but as she drew breath for another anguished howl she felt him kneel on her chest and it was his turn to grab her face. The next time her mouth opened to wail, she suddenly felt a metal device forced into it. by the time she knew what was happening she realized she could no longer close her mouth and no matter how hard she pushed her tongue around the taste of metal was all she could sense. as B fastened the object round the back of her head she heard him whisper into her ear, ‘my turn now you fucking cunt’

chapter 6 the last virgin

B took his knee off her wrist and pushed her arms forward over her head and onto her torso, then grabbed her hair and sat her upright while jemima tried to make a sound to protest. But the cage in her mouth was pushing her tongue down in the bottom jaw and all the came out was a high moan and some saliva. the moan was swete though a mix of no and resignation and horror at what had already unfolded. A had stood up now and asked B ‘what are you planning?’ B smiled and reaxched into the bag and got out a stanley knife. grabbing jemimas wrist from his position behind her he puling her gaffer taped hands close to her face with his left hand. she started panting wildly when she saw the stanley blade snick open in his right hand in front of her face and felt Bs hot breath in her ear. ‘If you struggle you little fuck you will regret it’. he ran the blade down the tape warpping her hands and they started started to come apart and she groaned, at 1st because of her smashed fingers unbending was so painful then screamed when the blade nicked the flesh under her thumb and blood started to pump. B put the knife down and started to peel away the remaining tape and she squealed and moaned but eventually the wet blood and his tugging freed her hands completely. the right was mainly ok but the left had at least 2 broken fingers at frightening angles and the gash under her thumb and jemima stared at it and then closed her eyes in despair. B let go and she cradled the fucked up hand with her good one keening in her throat. ‘mouth or arse?’ said A and B said ‘i bet she is an anal virgin lets put that right. get the tape.’ A brought the tape and from his position still being behind her as she sat on the floor, B grabbed jemima by her upper arms and yanked them both behind her. The syupid cunt had kept her eyes closed and had no time to brace against his force. A stepped in while B helf the upper arms close together behind her and wound the tape around her elbows behind her back and in seconds they were fast. jems little bruised and battered tits jutted in front as her with her shoulders forced back by the tape round her elbows. as soon as she was secure, B threw her around on her front. her cheek hit the floor hard but she was more focused on B now straddled her back. she was trying so hard to scream ‘nooo’ but the cage just made her sound stupid and futile and the men laughed. A was stroking his cock hard again after raping her and now B reached up to the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and moving down to sit on her thighs he tipped a glug of it between her tensed up arse cheeks. ‘try to stop me i fucking dare you’ he told her as his fingers pushed between her pale cheeks and started jabbing at the tight knot of her anus. she squealed louder now tensed her thighs together but B punched her in the back of the head and with just a moments daziness as she recovered, he and A had pulled her legs apart and now B was kneeling between her thighs preventing them closing. his jagged fingernail was hurting her hole badly as he continued to roughly finger her and then he pushed down on her neck with his left hand forcing her face into the kitchen floor. she felt relief from the finger probing her virgin asshole but moments later a fist smacked into the back of her head again and lights danced in front of her eyes and tho she didn’t pass out it took a few moments to clear her head and before she knew it she could feel a hard fat thing pushing into her tight little hole. the loud crying intensified and the oil made her powerless to resist and with a few hard thrusts she felt herself yield and he was all the way up her and soon pumping using her hair as leverage with his left hand and his right pushing her neck now into the floor. for what seemed like minutes the pains shot through her lower body each one making her cry out but the oil and the repeated force of his pumping and the grip on her hair and neck eventually started to make her go numb. A was the 1st to point it out ‘she is shutting down’ he said looking into her eyes from the side. ‘we have to step it up’. ‘no problem’ said B and after pushing himself deep up her as far as his rigid cock could go, he snaked his arm around her neck, twisted his whole body and flipped her over so that we was underneath her, still deeply embedded in her arse. her taped arms behind her back were between her torso and B now, her legs still apart, her brown hole full of his angry cock. she managed to open her eyes long enough to see A kneel down between her legs and position the tip of his cock next to her battered cunt hole. ‘this should wake her up’ he said.

chapter 7 a toy for jem and a toy for the boys

as A’s cock pushed in she felt the deep sting from her damaged cunthole then as the pain spread as the skin around both holes stretched and strained ans pulled on his teeth marks, she closed her eyes and screamed through the cage in her mouth, saliva spilling onto her cheek and down past her scraggly blond hair onto B who started pumping her stretched asshole as soon as A was deep in her cunt. the cry tailed off into pitiful grunts as she felt her two holes stretch and yield and her deep insides take the swollen manmeat. the 2 cocks jostled for a while making jemima tense and and squirm but B had her tied-back arms locked in place and every time she tried to close her legs the strength of her rapists prevented any proper movements. with each thrust of either of them she feared her flesh would just rip open especially around her perineum and the feel of the cocks hammering her insides made her want to die. minutes past with the men grunting and telling each other how tight she felt with her holes properly used and they communicated making sure she had a mix of alternate pumping of each hole then a creshendo of simulataneous deep thrusts which drove the panic higher. she knew they were cumming when B snaked him arm round her throat to choke her and whisper in her ear what a fucking whore she was and A clawed at her left tit and spat in her face again and he spurted his second load into her fuckhole. A withdrew 1st standing over her and B then rolled her onto her front onto the kitchen floor where her mouth hit the ground splitting her lip open again. B stood as well now as she lay moaning face down unable to right herself with her arms still bound. Then B noticed something and got a nasty look in his eye. he reached for the large pepper mill on the kitchen island, ‘her shithole stinks i think we need to plug it up’ he said. and so just as jemima was panting and sobbing thinking the worst was done, B’s hand forced her lower back into the floot again, A held her legs apart and she felt the cold metal nut on the top of the mill touching her sore bumhole. the oil they had lubed her with was still greasy between her cheeks but the top of the mill was bigger than B’s cock and he had to force it over and over again to spread her anus and through her screams jem would hear them laughing and pointing out the cracks opening up in her ring. eventually the top of the mill forced passed her hole like the head of a huge cock and the men stood again surveying the scene, jemima battered and bruised with nothing on, lying face down with loud painful moans coming from her cage filled mouth and a large wooden pepper mill hanging from her ruined ass. ‘you know what though’ said B ‘i dont think she came. do you think jemima is frigid? we fucked her good and all we get is complaints. maybe she cant cum at all?’ A nodded and said ‘what a waste lets take a look’, so together they lifted her together onto the small kitchen table on her back with her bound arms still locked behind her. luckily for her the pepper mill dropped out of her bum on the way. A rummaged in there bag and brought out 2 large zip ties and before she could process what was happening her ankles were attached to the tops of the table legs at 1 end of the table, with her head hanging backwards over the other end of the table. the skin around her cunt was red raw and the bite marks were still weeping a little blood but A roughly pulled apart her outer cunt lips and revealed the extent of the damage. it was so red and tender and he enjoyed poking her for a full minute watching her squirm and shriek through the gag. ‘i think your right this little bitch doesnt want to cum’ he said. then B came round to look and said ‘well what do we do with this then?’ and reached forward to pinch her clit hard making her writhe again. ‘i think we can sort that out’ said A and went back to there bag.

Chapter 8 unzipping

Jemima was panting and moaning and struggling to keep her head up to see what A was doing with the bag. B ripped off the bindings round her elbows but she wasnt free, the legs spread and zip tied to the table legs and B holding her arms now as if he wanted to control her but allow her to take in what was about to happen. and jemima was then nicely horrified and gasped and tried to scream ’no’ when she saw what A had in his hand, the stanley knife again. she writhed her skinny limbs but with B holding her tight and the zip ties binding her feet to the table legs it was just pathetic and she could only stare when he came close. ‘what do you think B’ he said. ‘looks like this dirty hippy knows all the feminist crap. maybe we should teach her about female circumscision, since she isn’t using that clit today anyway.’ Jemima still couldnt speak with the cage in her mouth but the pleading tone was still clear and it became increasingly urgent rising to little screams and B relaxed the grip on one of her arms transfering his hand to her throat, ‘you wanna say something cunt?’ she nodded furiously so B told her not to try anything then released his her other arm and undid the clasp at the back of her head removing the device from her mouth. ‘please please’ she said ‘i’m so sorry, i’m so so sorry i didnt cum yet please please let me show you please i will cum for you just please not the knife.’ B looked at A ‘what do you think?’ and A laughed while her flicked the blade in and out of the handle, ‘give her a chance then, you have 3 minutes and if you fake it i will cut your fucking lips off you cheating little fuck.’ B propped up her head further and for the 1st time jemima saw her saggy little a-cup tits in all there damaged glory and immediately she started to cry tho mostly because she now realised her pert little yoga girl tits were long gone and this abuse was all she really deserved now. ‘clock is ticking’ said B and even as the sobs racked her body she moved her non-broken hand down between her legs, holding the broken one across her chest like she would have done every time she made herself cum, just her habit, but now a way of protecting her bent and smashed fingers and her bruised tits. the good fingers touched her mound and she wailed through the sobs, her red raw cunt was so tender and painful but the sound of A flicking the blade back and forward next to her ear made her try again. her cunt lips were glowing hot and touching her clit was agony, so she started to push her mound back and forward to get some stimulation. she closed her eyes and tried to imagine making love to some handsome surfer boy, and for a few moments it worked she felt a little aroused and A even saw some of her own juice glisten on her inner lips. then B whispered hot in her ear ‘i hope its working for you only a minute left’ and the spell was broken. her hand started moving quicker now and she poked a finger up her battered hole even though it hurt like hell to release more of her slime to lube her clit but the harder she worked herself the more it hurt and she started weeping again in frustration. B started to count down ’10, 9, 8’ and she let out a final ‘please please i tried i really tried you hurt me too much’ but before she could even finish speaking B yanked at her hair pulling her head back and releasing a scream that allowed him to jam the double ring cage back in her mouth keeping her teeth apart and her tongue depressed and the strap was tight at the back. ‘ see i told you, frigid’ said A and jemima heard the blade flicking open again. A brought it up to her face. he extended it to its full 2 inches. then retracted it. then extended it and held the sharp edge on her cheek and she froze when she felt the razor sharp edge and the only sound was her short tiny breaths. then A reduced the blade an 1/8 of an inch sticking out. ‘where shall we start?’ he asked B. ‘top i think, save the best for last’ B replied, and he yanked her arms right back past her shoulders and painfully down the back side of the table now, forcing her head back to hang down off the edge of the table and making her torso arch. B whispered in her ear ‘sorry jem looks like your yoga flexibility is just helping us enjoy you even more you stupid little fuck’ and then seconds later she felt the sharp pain of a blade cutting into the skin of her upper chest. she screamed briefly then breathing heavily through the cage moaned. A had stopped with just the very tip in her skin. ‘all the way?’ he asked, ‘yes all the way but no detours we can still use those pathetic tits’ said B. then jemima started yelling and screaming again as she felt the blade start moving down. with such a small amount of blade showing, the stanley was slicing through her skin easily, and the thin layer of fat underneath but it wasnt cutting major blood vessels or doing damage that could kill her. but the wound was real and just deep enough to make blood ooze out and flow with each inch it moved and even through her torment jemima could feel the hot slick of blood spreading slowing across her body. A was being so slow and deliberate enjoying every moment and it took maybe 20 seconds to reach her belly when the scream increased in volume so B grabbed her head and forced his cock into her open mouth, through the cage and held his hard cock head against the top of her throat. ‘too noisy’ he said and grinned at the now muffled scream as it vibrated through his hard cock and encouraged him to use it in her throat to control her whole head. Moving onto her belly, A’s slicing her took another 20 seconds to reach her mound. if jemima thought her senses were overwhelmed already with the cock in her throat and the feeling of being unzipped down her body, the blade reaching there soon woke her up. the hot meat in her mouth was pokeing her throat hard but when the blade reaching her clit hood it caused an explosion of pain and despair as she imagined what was about to happen and the cry she let out shook through B’s cock so loud and high pitched that he came immediately pushing deep and squirting into jemimas throat while running his hands through the slick of blood on her body to grope her tits using her own red essence as a lube like some kind of grotesk massage oil. A watched for a second as his fellow rapist enjoyed his handiwork, the blade paused right on the top of jemima’s clit, then with a flick of his wrist he dragged it through her gristly little nub blood oozing out of the split and washing into jemima’s slit. ‘you couldnt lube yourself so i had to do it for you you teasing little cunt’ said A and he dropped the Stanley and pushed his newly hard cock into her red sticky mess up to the hilt. ‘Did it look like this the first time jemima,’ he asked and withdrew his cock as B held up her head to see her red glistening tits and her blood smeared all down A’s cock like he had just torn open her hymen. Then A started to fuck her again while she coughed up the puke that B’s cock had loosened up and the site of her own ruined skin now caused to flow in little gulps down her chin and stinging into the top of the long cut down her body B grabbed her hair as she moaned and flinched with each thrust of A. ‘Filthy messy little bitch, now you’ve made me angry’

chapter 9 cocktails for jem

B was gripping Jemima’s hair and making her head move side to side as the spill of her puke sat on her chest stinging the top of the long cut telling her what a messy stupid little cunt she was. She was making a long moaning sound now with bursts every time A slammed his cock up her bloody cunt and while he got on with his work B went into the kitchen and started to throw Jemima’s stuff on the floor looking for something which in a couple of minutes he found. Her head was lolling now and she gained enough strength to raise her good hand to her weeping face but on,y as B returned with his find allowing him to slap it away causing her to cry out yet again. A was grunting into her calling her a little fucking whore and as he pumped he ran his thumb up the bleeding slit he had opened up. She jerked and struggled when he put his thumb into her torn clit and hood, luckily B was back and holding her down, then her ran his thumb up the tear in her skin pushing a new flow of blood onto her skinny body. ‘Look at you just one long fucking cunt slit’ he said and gripped her throat as her started Jackrabbiting her wounded fuckhole causing her to start to moan louder and higher and try to plead with him again. ‘Hold on don’t finish yet’ said B and A nodded at him slowing down and releasing her tiny neck, ‘what do you have in mind?’ B said he wanted to clean her up 1st and showed what he got from the kitchen a large bottle of vodka. ‘Disinfectant’ he said and poured in over Jemima’s face to wash away the puke and her tears. Then he walked to her side and poured more of the liquid stinging the whole length of the massive cut and causing her to moan again loud and long. ‘Here I need that down here’ said A and took the bottle. ‘Hold her down again’ he said and B gripped her while A started dribbling the vodka onto her wounded cunt. She bucked and struggled and B had to grip her throat again to keep the volume down, then A pushed the neck of the bottle into her gash and shoved it hard up her pumping it and shaking the bottle side to side. B had to hold his other hand over Jemima’s mouth to shut the bitch up even more and for a full minute A raped her with the bottle. When he took it away it was only about a third full but it was strained a deep pink by the blood and there were globs of skin and cum floating in it. ‘She looks thirsty’ said B and took the bottle, squeezing her jaw in his powerful hand to part her lips and force the bottle into her mouth emptying it into her throat. She must have coughed more than half of it out, but the grimace on her face and her glazed eyes showed she had drunk the cunt cocktail too. ‘Why did you stop a me finishing there’s only a squirt or 2 left in my balls anyway’ said A. ‘I need you this end. I need her to feel the taste of cock for when I use my last load too and it’s not going in her mouth.’ A glanced down at Jemima’s legs to make sure they were still securely spread and laughed at the lower parts of her calf and her feet turning purple. ‘No problem, she’s secure here, dumb cunt shouldn’t have struggled so hard’ he said, and took over holding jemima’s upper half still while B went over to the floor where they had 1st raped her and picked up the tactical knife. A lifted jemimas head so she could see, ‘look he has a present for you’ and B brought it back. The 9 inch blade was double edged and about 1.5 inches wide. Jemima squealed beautifully and gave A the pleasure of restraining her and telling her to shut the fuck up while B stood at her side by the kitchen table resting a hand on her sagging bloody tit which had not quite been cleaned by the vodka. ‘Endgame you little fucking whore’ said B

chapter 10 wanksock

A grabbed her matted blond curls and pulled her head up so that even grunting and wheezing with the alcohol she could see what B was about to do. he grabbed her right arm hard hard enough to make her cry out and pulled her hard to the edge of the table her chest was level with his hard cock and he tested his plan by leaning over her and feeling her soft empty saggy little righthand tit under his cock. ‘perfect you little fucking cunt. youve always been a teasing little whore and made the most of it but the truth is your just a worthless little fuck rag, a little cumsock’. locking her dangling arm against the table leg with his leg he grabbed hold of her tit and lifted it. ‘cant tit fuck a flat little half bitch like you. so lets be creative shall we, cumsock?’ with that he pushed the point of the blade into the fat at the side of her tit and she screamed loudly as she felt the skin break, ‘please please please please no please’ she jabbered but in her ear A reminded her ‘too fucking late for that little slag about 35 years too late’ and B began to push the blade in. it was like fileting a fish, pushing under the tit fat across her ribcage and once the knife was in the hilt to the point of making a dimple on the inner side of her breast skin he drew it out and watched her bleed from the 1.5 inch gash. jemima was just wailing now and trying to breath so B suggested to A ‘that whore mouth is still annoying me you hard enough to fill it?’ and A let go her head and slapped her hard once it was back hanging off the end of the table. the sight of her ruined tit and the realization of what B planned had indeeed made him hard again and he started wiping jemima’s tears and saliva all over her face to get properly stiff. then B did what was expected. with his right hand it took a handful of her other tit, gripping it so hard the little amount of skin and fat squeezed between his fingers. then when it was turning purple he let go and used his right index finger to open the hole in the side of her right tit and pulled it over the head of his cock. jemima only had moments to register this new torture then tried to bring her left arm up to fend B off but A grabbed it with his left hand and then punched her in the side of the head. ‘worthless cunt who do you think you are, sorry mate go ahead’ he said to her then B, and B pushed his cock into her flesh. her tiny watery tit moved with his thrust so he only gained an inch or 2 , so he laid his right hand on the tit pinching her nipple between his fingers for extra purchase and pushed down. this time, with the pressure and gripping the nipple, he got proper depth, and to gain purchase he lent his left hand on jemima’s stretched out throat. that was too much of an opportunity for A to miss and he pushed his cock into her mouth and locked in in her throat causing her to gag and pant through her snotty nose. B was finding a rhythm now, using his hand to wank himself through the thin skin and fat of jemima’s right tit and he started laughing, ‘look jemima, you really are just a wanksock now thats all you are good for’ and through his left hand he could feel A’s cock in her throat too, ‘fuck mate you are wanking me off too’ said A and the feel of jemima being turned into pure bloody wank meat drove both men to fuck her harder and harder. ‘almost there’ said B ‘let me know when you are and we’ll get this finished’. a minute later which seemed like an hour to jemima A nodded and B started to push down hard on jemima’s throat digging his fingernails into either side. ‘this is what teasing little cunts get you fuckwhore wanksock’ said B and jemima began to strain and twitch as the laboured breath through her nose got shallower and shorter and eventually stopped and her straining body started to twitch and convulse. as both men shot there last tiny bits of salty cum into her having been excited by her jerking and twitching she felt the blackness close in around her as her limited air supply was now completely cut off then with the taste of As last dribble of cum stinging her bruised throat and the feeling of her tit hanging off as Bs cock gripped in his hand around her skin and fat his cock pounding hard against her chest, then suddenly it was over the world went black and the tension left her body and she was limp her arms dropped and her torso went soft. ‘fucking bitch was asking for it’ said A pulling out of her motionless soundless mouth. B pulled out his cock from her ruined empty tit and wiped off some globs of fat that had come loose during the flesh rape. ‘so what now?’ he asked. A grabbed her neck, rolled her head towards himself looked into her empty eyes and said, ‘get the kit, i have an idea.’

chapter 11 help for heroes

the kit was a medical pouch and A quickly unzipped it and produced a preprepared syringe. ‘get on her mouth’ he told B and the other man rolled her head towards him at the edge of the table and put his mouth over hers. the taste of her blood and the vodka and her saliva and the little saltiness from the small amount of cum that he had had left by the time he raped her mouth were evident. he french kissed her lifeless mouth and played with her tongue then began to breath into her lungs creating a rythm, breath into her suck on her lips and tongue breath into her suck on her. after a few breaths, A took the thick syringe and feeling for a gap between her ribs stabbed jemima violently in the check squirting the liquid into her. B looked up from her face, ‘raping her ribcage nice’ he joked, but the effect of the adrenaline shot combined with Bs mouth to mouth was instant and with a gasp jemima was back from the dead. dazed and bleeding by breathing. B didnt have to breath into her any more but he continued to use his mouth to violate hers. A was snipping the zip ties from her legs at the other end of the table and the purple calves started to lighten in colour as she slowly moved then as her confusioin began to clear. within a few second jemima was trying to speak, but Bs slobbering mouth over hers muffled her and her rapists didnt really care what she was trying to say. so before she had a chance to get her bearings B sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit hard. the copper taste of her blood filled his mouth and the searing pain almost did more than the adrenaline to wake jemima whose limbs moved to push B away. but he didnt want to bite her tongue off completley and after a couple of second stood away from her laughing as she clutched her face with one good hand and one twisted and broken, flinching when she tried to use it as if she had forgotten it was smashed. blood flowed between her fingers and the 2 men laughed watching her clutch her face and stare at them with fear and disbelief. jemima slipped and fell onto the floor helplessly and they began to whisper to each other debating what to do with the remaining time they had in the house. the little rapetoy was coming to her senses now and after 30 seconds she saw her chance when they turned slightly away from her.