"You're a hot little prize, aren't you?" the blonde one whispered in my ear, the smell of whiskey thick on his breath, and the fear pressed down on top of me.

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"Ugh... finally," I sighed. The final customer of the day always seemed to come in right at closing time and never seemed to have anywhere else to be. But the day was over - correction, both days were over, since it had been a double shift - and I was just about ready to head home.

I counted my till, locked down everything, and pulled down the shutters. A jewelry store isn't a bad gig, but retail gets on your head after a while. I counted again, and it was still another three days until my next day off. Add an hour long commute each way, and... well, the exact calculation didn't matter, the point is that I'd get home and basically already be up for work tomorrow. That's how it felt, anyway.

It was a little chilly as I stepped out onto the street. It had rained a little bit earlier, and the streets had a pleasant shine to them. I checked my watch and hurried my pace; if I played my cards right, I could catch the next bus. I cut through the tiny little park adjacent to a crummy apartment block that looked like it'd been there since the 50s and never rennovated, and jaywalked across the road to the church. It was an old abandoned one (weird how this city just seems to breed those) with a long and kind of creepy churchyard, and the bus stop was a few blocks from there on the other side of it. It wasn't lit, but I'd never seen anyone in it, so it made a good little shortcut. 

As I crunched along the leaves carpeting the old cobblestones, I got a text from my friend Sandra, and after replying I scrolled through Insta for a bit and got lost in my phone while I walked. I didn't notice that I wasn't alone until I heard their voices. Three guys, maybe a bit younger than me, all sitting on gravestones and passing a bottle between them. 

"Hey babe." One of them called out. I pretended I didn't notice, but my heartbeat went into overdrive when I realized just how far I was from the street. I was basically halfway between one side of the churchyard and the other. 

"Don't be rude, sweetheart!" he laughed, and he and his friends got off their perches and walked toward me, their longer legs easily outpacing me. I was so nervous I didn't even have the presence of mind to dig in my purse for my knife. 

"Damn girl, you're fucking hot..." a tall guy with brown hair said, stopping in front of me. "Hang out with us for a while?"

"I have to catch my bus." I said, trying not to sound nervous.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "They don't stop running for a while, you've got time." I felt him gently trying to guide me off to one side, and I shook the hand away.

"Fuck off, I'm not interested," I said. Inside, I was terrified. 

"You've got a dirty mouth," the blonde one said. "I can't wait to see what it can do." He groped at my ass.

I slapped him across the face and he grabbed my hand. One of his friends clamped a hand over my mouth and the three of them muscled me into an alcove that used to serve as a side entrance to the church. It was between two sets of pillars and completely out of sight. I struggled with all my might and tried to scream against the hand over my mouth, but none of it did any good. 

"Fuuuuck, what a hot little Latina slut." The brown-haired one said, yanking my top down and undoing my bra. My tits spilled out and he groped at me with rough hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Tie her hands," he said, and after a bit of brainstorming, they took off my thin belt and tied my wrists behind my back with it. One of them rummaged through my purse and found my wallet and my knife. 

"When he takes his hand away from your mouth, you know better than to scream, right?" Tears were spilling down my face, and I nodded my head weakly. The man behind me took his hand away, and I pleaded with them. "Please don't do this... I won't tell anyone, I swear."

"You should know that's not gonna work, baby." It was so matter-of-fact that I knew there was no hope. 

"Luna. Pretty name." The man who'd been covering my mouth said from behind me, clearly reading my driver's license. I saw the flash go off on a phone camera. "We know where you live now, so I guess you'd better behave yourself."

The two in front of me grinned at each other. "Get on your knees," they both said almost at the same time, then they laughed at each other, like this was all a bit of fun. I slowly sunk down until I was kneeling on the hard stone. The closest one undid his belt and pulled his pants down. His cock was already fully erect and the head was shining with pre-cum. Shameful memories came back to me in that moment; my fetishes, the captions and stories I kept writing about them, the pictures and videos I collected, all the times I'd taken my dildo down my throat and fantasized. Fuck, even the role-playing I'd done with guys I've been with. It all seemed like a thrilling little game. Was this some sort of divine punishment for it all? It felt so exciting when it was all hypothetical. But now that it was real, now that I had three men pawing at me and about to... all I felt was shame and helplessness and fear. 

"Suck it, bitch." He took hold of my ponytail and pulled me closer, his thick uncut cock poking at my lips and smearing the oily fluid along it. "I've always wanted to watch a Latina gag on my cock. Open your fucking mouth."

I reluctantly opened my mouth and he pushed his cock deep inside. He let out a satisfied rush of breath and moved my head back and forth, using my mouth like a sex toy as the taste and the heat of his member spread through my mouth. It expanded even more, pressing my tongue flat as it slid along the underside. He had one hand under my jaw now, completely controlling my movements and picking up the pace. I felt hands groping my bare breasts and undoing my jeans. I tried to struggle to keep them from touching me, but my belt bound my hands tight and the guy fucking my face slapped me.

"Calm down, baby. This doesn't stop until we're all done with you." 

I was sobbing now, and the man embracing me from behind slipped his fingers into my panties and started tracing them along my labia before pushing them inside me. 

"You're so sexy", he breathed in my ear, pinching my nipple hard enough that I whimpered around the cock stuffing my mouth. The head bumped against my throat and I felt a surge of panic rush through me when I realized he was going to shove it all the way down. 

"Here goes!" He pulled my face into him, spearing his cock down my throat until my nose was pressed into his pubic hair. He sighed happily, holding me there to the point of panic before finally withdrawing until the head was just between my lips. His shaft was slick with my saliva and his pre-cum, and the mixture was flowing down my chin and my breasts. He pushed it all the way down again, pulling back and fucking my mouth with long, slow strokes.

"How's she feel, bro?"

"Unbelievable. She's got no gag reflex. We fucking lucked out..." He groaned. The fingers were still working inside me, and I was getting wet against my will. I could feel the cock in my mouth starting to pulse. I shook my head and tried to beg him not to cum in my mouth, but all that came out was a wet gurgle. He moaned and stuffed his cock deep into my throat one last time as it spasmed and pumped out thick ropes of cum. I thrashed my head from side to side, but he held me tight against him. "Swallow, you dirty little cocksucking slut," he growled, and I had no choice but to take it all. 

When he pulled back, I gasped for breath and coughed strands of cum onto the ground. He practically fell back against the railing, completely exhausted. 

"Fucking finally", the one behind me said in hurried excitement, moving in front of me and fumbling with his belt.

"Wait, one sec. The first man took my chin in his hand and rested his spent cock against my lips. "Take a pic." The other two laughed and snapped pictures of my tear- and cum-stained face with the head of the cock that had just brutalized it partially between my lips.

"Right, your turn." He said to the blonde guy. 

"I can't wait any more," the third one said, and he pulled down his pants, revealing one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen in my life. "I'm gonna take that pussy. Make sure her whore mouth's plugged up good, because this bitch is gonna scream." 

He got behind me and raised my hips until I was bent over between them. I struggled, but he was holding the belt between my wrists with one hand and guiding his cock toward my pussy with the other. 

"Don't, please, please d-MMMMMPH!" The blonde man eagerly thrust into my mouth, reducing my pleas to pathetic muffled screams. The third man rubbed the huge head of his cock along my labia before easing it inside. I'm slightly above average height for a woman, but there isn't much volume to me, and when that cock entered me, it felt like it was ripping me apart. I screamed around the shaft plugging my mouth, struggling desperately at my binding. Both men were moaning with pleasure as they ravaged my body from both sides. Each thrust inside my pussy pushed me into the man in front, and each thrust into my mouth forced me back against the cock inside me. The blonde man's cock was the shortest of the three, but he fucked my face with wild abandon, his hands gripping my hair so tightly I thought he'd rip handfuls of it out. 

The man inside me slapped my ass over and over, and I was horrified when I realized he was about to make me climax. I knew it was pointless to struggle, but I did anyway, trying to reclaim some small amount of power and agency, but it was hopeless. I was helpless and powerless, my body used like a sex toy by men who didn't care about anything besides their own pleasure. 

When my orgasm came, it hit me like a truck, and my legs buckled underneath me as my body betrayed my will. The two men supported my weight easily and kept fucking me without missing a beat. Saliva and cum dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and my ears were full of the sound of flesh smacking against mine and the wet slurping sounds of the brutal mouth-fucking I was taking. 

At some point, I realized that the man who'd first forced me to suck him off was now circling around us taking a video with his iPhone, but I was far too busy trying to detach myself from the ordeal for it to really register. It wasn't working. I was barely keeping myself up. My lips were chafing from friction, my throat was raw and aching, and my pussy was so sore I was certain I was bleeding somewhere. 

I panicked as I felt the cock inside me throb, and I dropped all my body weight to the ground. I felt it slide out of me until his hands gripped my hips. "No you fucking don't." He laughed and pushed his cock to the hilt, fucking it into me in long quick strokes. I screamed in fear and desperation as I felt him explode deep inside me. The vibration from my screaming must have pushed the cock in my mouth over the edge, because he let it out down my throat only a few breaths later. I was heaving for breath and gasping with panic, and I choked on the cum spurting into my mouth. It filled my cheeks and I started coughing it up, but he kept fucking my face until he was soft. 

Both men withdrew, giving each other a hi-five. 

"Wow... that was fucking great..." the man who'd taken me from behind caught his breath and gave me one last slap on the ass before letting me collapse to the ground.

They each snapped a few pictures of me. I must have looked ruined and pathetic. 

"You liked it, you slutty little Latina whore."

They left me there, nearly naked, arms bound, face and body smeared, cum leaking from my pussy, mind numb, dignity shattered.