The Wind Rises......

[quiet_one_68]

This a thread for Wind to come to when He feels that He is needed.


He stays in the shadows , down the hall , from her room. He can hear her , crying as the door slams, locking her in. She is alone now, but she wales for him to come back and let her out.
She was once a maid , to a king, but he had found displeasure in her. Unbeknownst to her, the queen, had found her beauty a burden , for she had lost hers due to age and neglect. When she had seen her husband, the king, admiring Lidia, the maid , from afar, she had conspired to have her done away with. She had sent Lidia out , to the market, to find some things for her, and had arranged that Lidia be taken and sold into slavery , far, far away from her realm.
Now , Lidia, found herself , locked away, in a lonely part of another country, where she knew not the language, being harshly used by a rough lord, as a trollop would be used.
She cried for hours, it seemed before she was able to stop.
She decided, that if the lord would not come to her , then she would make Death come looking. She searched her room, and found nothing of which to use to take her own life. She became frantic, she must find something to let her blood run out, before he came back to defile her again. She looked the room over many times , before, in a crack in the wall, she finds a small piece of a knife, wedged into a crack around the window bars, maybe from where another had hoped to pry the window loose and escape.
She works at loosening the shard, cutting her fingers open , in the process.
Finally, it comes loose, a two inch length of a poniard, thin , but it would do. She sat back down on the bed and stretched out . She placed the knife edge against her skin and pulled. Slowly , at first , the blood welled to the top of her wrist , and trickled over. She cut the other one , in the same way, and layed back to relax, and die.
She did not know He was there , watching her , until His hands closed on her wrists, and the blood that streamed from them.
She started to scream , but then layed her head back , as flows of warmth emulated from Him , through her body and soul. She thought He was death, for He was clothed in darkness, but she could see His face. She closed her eyes, for she was frightened, she had never died before, and she did not want to experience anymore pain.
The pain had been excruciating. She had never been with a man before, and had little knowledge of what she would experience during her first time. It had been painful and methodical, without a care for her. He had come to her and taken her. At first , he had smiled but then the lord began to touch her in ways that she did not want to be touched. The soreness , in her cheek , reminded her of the first blow from his powerful backhand. He was a strong man, and not used to not having his way ,in his own domain. She was groggy from the blow, and he leaned into her , and kissed her forcefully on her lips and neck. She came back to herself, as his lips moved down her neck , toward her breast. She was clothed , but not for long, if she did not get away. She began to squirm and bite at him, she knew not what else to do, she had never had this happen before.
Another full arm swing , caught her under the chin and she was out, for the beginning of his onslaught of her body.
She woke to ungodly pain , coming from her pubic area and abdomen, and realized that he was on top of her. She tried to push him off, but she found that she was manacled to the bed and could move not her arms to beat him away, or close her legs to force him out of her. He kept thrusting , and with every thrust, she felt more pain, deeper and deeper, inside of her.
She did not know how long he had been inside of her , or how long after she had awakened, that he remained, for the pain and discomfort made time stand still.Finally , he was spent , after hours of torture , to her fragile soul. As he loosened the bonds that held her, she curled up into a ball of shame , to try to hide her nakedness from he who had taken her.
The lord leered at her and said something in a tongue she could not understand , as he wiped his brow, and slung sweat onto her torn body. He turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.
At the last moment, she flung herself from the bed and at the door, beating on it , pleading for him to let her out.He did not return and she cried.

She had relived the entire account , all over again, with Him holding her arms. She looked up into His eyes and saw His love for her and she realized that He was not Death, but life. She was sitting up , enfolded within His cloak and she looked down at her wrists , as He let them go.They had stopped bleeding. As the tears from her ordeal fell onto her arms, the blood ran off and she saw that her cuts had vanished also.
She looked up at Him again, and saw that He cared for her deeply. She was still unclothed but she slowly came to her knees , within His embrace, and put her arms around his shoulders. She never thought about the fact that she had never kissed someone before , as she brought her face close to His. He smiled at her and met her lips with His. As their lips met, she felt her love for life swell to an overpowering degree and then, somethig else. Within that kiss, He passed to her knowledge , knowledge that would allow her to become a most powerful woman, in days to come. She would live past tonight, to see the world and take hold of it. And when the Lord came back to her again, this time she would not be afraid and she would have the courage to stand up to him and give better than the lord was able to fathom.
As their lips parted and He stood and backed into the shadows of the room, she thanked Him , in her heart and mind, and would promise to help others and give them a new beginning , as He had given her.
He slowly vanished into the shadows of her room, as she began to gather herself , for her new life that was to come.

 

[quiet_one_68]

The wind rushed down the canyon.....

She had been left for dead , by the mauraders. Her family was dead, her husband killed in the first attack, by the masked men, her children died from smoke inhalation. She cried at the thought that she had been unable to save them. They had taken her , and bound her with other women, where they were led away from the fort, for purposes that they soon found out.
The youngest of them , became the evil mens first victim. They came for her that first night, but she valiantly fought them off, until they began beating her, til ' she was nearly unconscious. Then , they strapped her down to a wagon wheel, that they had mounted upon a pole , so that they could turn her any which way they chose. The man in charge , took out his knife and began carving the clothes from her body. He was not overly careful, and when she finally lay there naked , for all to see, several rivulets of blood, ran down her marred body.
The true terror and pain began then, for all of them, for they knew that they would be next.
They began taking turns , turning the wheel, so that they did not have to move , to take the girl from different angles. She screamed when she could, but the men just laughed . After awhile, her screams became less, until finally, they stopped completely. Shortly, they untied her, and let her body drop to the ground. And , that is how the nightmare began each night, wondering who would be next , and who would die. For , the gang had been traveling the country side , following the deep canyon, and each night, after they had had their way with one of the women, they would toss her over the side of the closest crevice, to rid themselves of her. Sometimes, in the act of being thrown away, the woman would wake, begin to struggle, sometimes plead that they not do so, but in the end, they all went over the side.
She had been the last one. Each night, they had picked another one, and she knew why. She had heard them talk of saving her for last , because of the way that she carried herself, her pouting lips, her well endowed breast, and small waist. She would be the final one, before they entered their hideout.
They had descended into a deep cavern , where the walls stretched up for miles, and there was no way out. She heard them talking that they had waited to long to take her, for they would most likely have to leave her , nearly at their doorstep, where her stench of a decaying body, would fill their nostrils, while they hid from the law. The leader told them not to worry, for the vultures would take her body and the smell along with it, for this year had been a great drought, and the birds were quick to take whatever was offered. At this, they all laughed and had another round of drinks.
It was late when they came for her. She knew that they would leave her to die and since they were near the bottom, they would probably kill her themselves , since a fall would not.
She decided to fight, and as they grabbed her, she kicked out at the man closest. Being drunk, he fell back, coughing, where she quickly found the courage to step in and hit him with a roundhouse. He staggered back farther, and almost lost his balance, before another man caught him, laughing. "She has spirit!", he said."Don't let her push you too far , or we will have to fish you out of the drink, Ha Ha Ha!, for their was a small stream that wove its way through the canyon, where a once mighty river had come.
Another man came at her, but as she punched at him, he merely ducked his head, and raised back up . She swung again , but this time he caught her arm, shook his head at her, smiled , and caught her with his fist across mouth. She stumbled back from his onslaught, into the arms of two other men, who began pulling her toward their wheel apparatus.
She struggled in vain , but they only laughed at her feeble attempts. They lashed her to the wheel , but unlike the others , they tied her face down , with her head over the side , and her legs bent under. When she was firmly attached, their boss staggered up and began to rip her clothes off with his bare hands. She was soon naked , with her bottom in the air , and her breasts hanging between the spokes of the wheel. They began spinning the wheel , and as she looked up, the men were all around her, side to side, while she spun. They all stood their waiting for something to happen, with nothing on from the waist down.
The leader hollered to his men, " This will be the best ever!"
She slowly came to a stop, staring at a large protrusion , coming from one of the mens groin. She did not know what he was going to do , as he came towards her. He put his hands to the side of her head, and raised it up to where his hard penis was just below her nose. "Open up wench!" he said to her. She opened her mouth to say that she did not understand what he meant , when he took that opportunity to show her what he was wanting. She had never had someone put their member in her mouth, but as he moved back and forth, across her tongue, making moaning noises, she decided that if he wanted to give her something to eat, than eat she would. As he bore into her mouth once more, she stilled herself and bit down hard. The bitter taste of blood , poured into her mouth, as she ground her teeth together , severing his member of three inches. He screamed in pain, and flung himself back from her, blood spurting through his fingers , as he tried to hold it in. A couple of the men laughed while one of them through him a dirty rag , to bandage himself up. The man still screamed and sobbed, at the loss of his member , as she spit out the remains at him, letting the blood from her mouth , dribble down her chin.
She felt herself turned again, but this time it was a slow methodical spin, and she found herself looking up at the barrel of a gun. The leader looked down at her , with a terrible look in his eyes, as he pulled the hammer of his pistol back. She defiantly looked up into his eyes as she heard the click of the pin setting, in the revolver. With a final grimace, his fingered tightened around the trigger, as the last thing she remembered was a flash of light followed by excruciating pain.

He found her that night, where they had thrown her used body , near the water. The wind blew fiercely across the top of the canyon, but the air was warm and still , here at the botom. He came to her slowly, knelt down, and cradled her mangled face in his arms. She barely breathed , through the hole in the side of her face. One eye, that was left , flickered open, as she stared up at Him. He placed His hand against her face, as warmth infused her , from His body.He showed her the love that she had shared with her husband, and the love that had spawned her four beautiful children. He showed her the love that she had experienced over the many years she had with her family. She was barely able to sit up, but he helped her be comfortable. When she realized where she was, the foul memories of the last several days came back to her in a flash. He held her as she trembled, as tears welled up, mixed with blood, that dripped down her face.
She cried for only a short while, as the noise in the background increased. She looked up into His eyes, and He smiled at her, and pointed down toward the mouth of the canyon, and she tried to laugh , through her ruined face. For she then understood.
He held her awhile longer , as He gave her back the feeling that justice was coming , for those men who had taken her family from her. She sighed , as He bent His head down , to kiss her on the forehead. As He did this, she saw in her minds eye, what would take place after she was gone. The storm , that had been brewing , miles away, a terrific thunderstorm, that brought a much needed rain, was producing more than that tonight, more than natural. For , the forces of nature had been joined with the spirits of justice, and tonight, the men that had taken her life and those of her family, would drown inside their hideout, with their ill gotten gains floating around them,along with the bodies of those women that they had thrown over the side for miles, for their crimes.
She looked up at Him once more, and He smiled at her, as her eyes glazed over , and she went to meet her family , to be happy again, with those that she loved and loved her.
He laid her down, and drifted upward, as the first waves began to crest over the rocks.

 

[quiet_one_68]

Another night, not like the others....

She has had many, and been taken by even more, and this one tonight, was no different. He lay on top of her, grunting and sweating like a large boar in heat, pushing and thrusting, like it was rutting season. She just lay there in exhaustion, for it had been a long night. He would be the last of her lovers tonight, unless a rich one jumped out at her , on her way home. She was sore also, because this one had been by far her largest transaction, in a long time. He had already taken her from behind once tonight, and she would be sore for a few days , from his aggressive attention to her posterior.
He kept thrusting and making noise as she laid there. She made noises once in awhile. She had learned from others, that making noise inflated their ego, and sometimes, they gave a little more afterward. He finally stopped moving on top of her, put he did not immediately take himself out of her. She thought that he was probably just wore out from all that they had accomplished tonight, and was resting , before rolling off. He was an older man, and she had been well surprised by his stamina.
She lay there a few more minutes, catching her breath, for he was a large man, and his weight made it hard for her to breath. She preferred to be in control, with large men, because then it was easier for her to be on top, and she dictated what they did. And also, she could get away from them easier , if they became rough or aggressive.
She began to worry though, because he had not moved , and she tentativly made her fingers feel his throat for a pulse. She could not find one!
Her terror and panic started to mount. She could not dislodge him, and her breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow. If she did not move his bulk, she would surely die here with him, under his mound of flesh. Using one leg only, she brought it up and bent it , putting her foot on the mattress, and pushed upward. She felt him shift a little, before her leg gave out. She was beginning to see stars, and she knew if she didn't escape soon, she would not leave this room. She tried again, and as her leg pushed up, she used her opposite arm to pull down on his head , and with the combined effort , she finally felt his body begin to fall to the side.
With a thud, on the old, hard wood floor of the motel, he landed. She lay there , out of breath, from the ordeal. She slowly sat up, and looked around for her clothes. She saw them scattered to the wind, in his frenzy to have at her body.
She picks them up , piece by piece , and puts them back on. She then looks through her clothes , for the two hundred dollars he promised her. She finds the wallet, but he only has forty dollars inside, and she throws it down on his lifeless body, in anger.
She leaves the room , after gathering her clothes, and quietly locks the door behind her. She makes it down the stairs , without seeing a soul, but as she hurries between the buildings of the motel, she bumps into a policeman, coming down the sidewalk.
"What's your hurry, maam?" He says to her. She replies "I am sorry" and hurries on across the highway, down another alley. As she walks, the hair on her neck tingles as if it was standing on edge. She wheels around , and sees nothing, but she was sure that someone was watching her. She begins to walk again, a little faster down the alley, when a dark shape, steps out ahead of her. She stops and stares at him, a large, dark skinned man, who smiles at her, and slowly begins to walk toward her. She backs up carefully, thinking that the cop is only a hundred feet away, if she can only get his attention. The man is striding toward her now, with his arms slightly out to the side, and she can tell that he has something in his hand, long and sharp. She turns to flee, but it is too late,for he catches her hair as she whirls and pulls her back to him. Before she can scream, his naked blade is against her throat, pressing in hard.She fumbles for her money, surely , that is what he wants. As she holds up the forty dollars she got from the dead man, she feels the first pull against her skin, as the dark man, slowly pulls the knife across her throat. She did not even begin to call out, and here she was dying , only inches from safety. She sags to the ground, as her killer walks away, satisfied for this night. He will find another victim tomorrow, to satisfy his blood lust, but he must return to his real life now, with his family.

Above them, in the safety of her home, He sits on the ledge, having watched the whole episode play out. He was not able to stop it , to save her or punish her killer, for He was sent to help another that needed Him more. The child layed in its crib, sleeping softly now, where it had been crying for hours , as its mother went out . Sometimes , it would seem to cry for days, for she often left the child alone, or did not attend to it while she was passed out, on the couch.
He had heard the childs cries of anguish and the childs extreme sense of being alone, and that had been what had called to Him from across time and space.
As the man left the alley, He went back inside and bent down over the infant. The child was only four months old, but being undernourished, He was able to hold the child easily , in one of His arms. He cradled the child and wrapped it in a blanket, so that it would not get cold. He went back to the window, and moved through it. He climbed the fire escape to the roof, and made His way to the far edge. As He stepped up to the side of the building, the wind picked Him up, and He and the child, were carried off to a better place.

 

[quiet_one_68]

The wind storm almost turned them over.....

The massive waves, caused by the fifty mile per hour winds, made swells in the ocean , of twenty feet or more. They had already lost sight of the ship, for it had sank, hours ago, below the surface of the water.
The boat was only suppose to hold sixteen, but they had originally piled thirty three people on to it. in fear and terror.

After many hours and many lost lives due to others falling out in the heavy seas , their remained only four, three men and a woman.
One man was an accountant for a large firm back in England. Another man,had worked in the boiler room of the ship , while the third was from America, he did not say what his background was.
The woman had been married to a wealthy man, who had left her a widow, and this voyage was to bring his ashes back to the states, to be spread across their property there.

As dawn peaked on the fourteenth day, with no land in sight, the survivors had begun to despair and bicker. The englishman was fairly quiet, but the other two men argued often, and the woman chimed in several times about how childish they were acting.
During one of these arguements, the boiler worker turned to the woman and said, "Why don't you shut up, you high priced whore , before I cram something in your mouth to make you shut up!?", while he looked her slight figure up and down.
She glared at him and looked to the accountant for help, but he just looked down at his feet and shook his head. When she looked to the other man, a fellow statesman, she found him looking at her also, but with a different gleam in his eyes.
"You know, that might not be a bad idea, considering we are going to die out here." he said , turning to the first man. "What say we have a go at her, before we go to hell?
She looked at them. She could not believe, that the two men ,would even think about such a thing. The two men began to reach for her, and she backed away from them ,until they forced her into the bow of the boat. She had no where to run, and she was never a very strong woman, she had always been more on the petite side, but as they crowded her , she yelled and struck out at the closest one, and nearly lost her balance, and fell in the water.
As she struggled to keep inside the boat, the american roughly grabbed her from behind and pulled her back in the boat and against his legs. She tried to turn around but he held her waist firmly , as the other man from the boiler room, began to pull her dress up .
Her dress was yanked up to her neck , through careful manipulation. She tried to fight, but she couldn't against two of them.
Someone, tore her pantyhose partially off her legs , with her panties following shortly after. They reached up ,and grabbed her breast roughly, as someone settled in behind her , between her legs.
The first thrust made her scream in pain, but the men only laughed. The intruder, kept pulling on her breasts, as he pulled himself inside of her. She tried to get away from him, but he held on to her tighter. Her breast ached with pain ,from his grip on them. They were small breast , but just large enough for him to get a firm , tight grip , as he kept thrusting , inside of her.
He began to push harder and make loud noises as he pushed into her faster. She sscreamed as he climaxed and came inside of her .
As he let go of her , she fell forward onto her stomach, her face swallowed by the fold of her dress. She cried and whimpered, "Please, no more..." but she only heard a low , guttural laugh, as the boat rocked and another pair of rough hands pulled her back to her knees.
"You had her tight hole for yourself, and I ain't one for sloppy seconds, so I guess that leaves me the shit hole, hunh?" He said to the american. Pulling her toward him, she felt him begin to push himself , between her legs, and slowly upward , toward her tight butt. She cried and cried for them not to go on, and for someone to help her, as the boat rocked back and forth with the tide.
The man calls behind him , to the englishman, "Hey , you should get some of this, before it is all used up, HA HA HA !!!" As he turns to look behind him, he barely has time to duck , as the accountant swings a boat paddle at the mans head.
She is let go and falls again onto her belly, but quickly turns over . She watches the accountant swing the boat oar , at the other two men, trying to keep them away from him.
"You are going to stop this or else! "the englishman yells at them, as they continue to look for an opening. Suddenly , as the man swings the oar, the american ducks underneith and rushes him, plowing into him, while carrying both of them over the side , into the water. They land with a splash, that is quickly swallowed up . Several moments pass ,before the englishman surfaces twelve feet from the boat. The american does not re-surface , as the man from the boiler room , looks around , with the left over paddle, in his hands.He leans over the side while the englishman , struggles to reach the boat.
She slowly moves across the bottom of the boat , behind the man with the oar, and he turns to late, to keep her from pushing him over the side and into the water. He comes back to the side of the boat , but when he puts his hands on the edge, she takes off one of her spiked heels and gashes open his hands , so badly that he can not hold on. He begins to float away from the boat , for the wind has picked up and is blowing against the boat , the other direction. She looks for the englishman, but he is now so far away , that she can not see him.
She crumbles to the floor , as the last man yells for her to come and get him. But , even if she wanted to save her attacker, she could not , for the boats only two oars , had been lost over the side , in the fighting.
The boat drifts for hours , as her lips become parched , and her will to live ebbs, with the tide. She has nothing now, but a torn dress, and a dry place to die. As the sun sets, she curls up in the bottom of the boat, waiting for the dark angel, to come and take her soul away.

It is midnight, the boat rocks slightly, and she stirs to see someone sitting on the bow , looking at her. She scrambles up, against the side of the boat , in the stern, for she initially thinks that it is one of the men that had attacked her.
The moon comes out , from behind the clouds and she sees His eyes , as he looks at her. He begins to slowly walk to her, and as He does, she notices that the boat is no longer moving with the waves . She takes a quick look over the side, and as far as the eye can see, the ocean is calm.
She looks back at Him , as He kneels down, and reaches His hand out to her.She tentively reaches out hers , and as they touch, she is suddenly filled with love and warmth.
She remembers that her dead husband had loved her with all of his heart , and she him. They had a wonderful marriage, of many years, before the illness took his life. They had a large family, that was waiting back home for her to arrive, and they loved her also. She looked up, into His eyes, and thought that He must be the dark angel, coming to take her to be with her husband, and she smiled. She shifted her body, so that she could lay her head in His lap, and let her soul go. She did not know, as she fell asleep, that He had not come to take her essence away, up into the heavens, but to give her hope and the means to go on.
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, and as he carefully laid her head down on a life jacket, He moved so that the moon , could shine on her face. The cracked lips were gone, and her face looked healthy again. He looked once more at her lying there, before slowly rising up and floating out over the sea.

The next morning dawned, and she still slept, as the ocean liner , that had dropped anchor nearby, lowered its launch into the water, and it sped toward her.

 

[quiet_one_68]

She lay near exhaustion.....

She was sprawled out naked, across the long table, sore from her ass to her mouth, as they filed out of the locker room. She even surprised herself, at being still conscious after so many. Her mouth tasted like an entire ocean of salt had been run through it, not just a mere ,seventeen, different mens ejaculation.
It had started three hours ago, this rite of passage, for the cheerleading squad. The seniors had told her, that if she wanted to make the squad, she would have to take the whole team, in one way or another.
Cheerleading had been her life in high school. She lived for the spot light and the attention that her well made body in tight , short skirts gave her. This had not been her first time , or even her first multi-sexual experience. But, by far , it was the largest group she had been involved with.
She had come to the locker room at the agreed time, and had found the team sitting around drinking beer and getting down right plastered. She thought to herself , that she might not have a bad time, if many of the guys were too drunk to get it up , or passed out.
As soon as she walked in however, all eyes turned to her and the near ,sheer negligee, that she had bought , for this occasion. They had told her, that the guys would be shy and complete gentlemen, but that she would have to entice them ,to make her one of the team.
She had a beautiful body, with large , very firm breasts, a small waist and a soft , curved butt, that caught many an eye , as she walked the hallways of her school.
She shook her ass now, at them , as she sauntered over to the table . The table was in the middle of the room, piled with partial cases of beer and liquor. She slowly, climbed upon the table top, letting all of them see her wet lips , beneath her nightie. She then stood up , and using her feet , slowly pushed the empty cans and boxes off the table, as some of the guys retreived the full or partially full containers for themselves.
She then began to take off her outfit , piece by piece, allowing all of them to see her pink swollen vagina lips , wet with anticipation, and freshly shaved. Her lips parted when she moving her legs away from each other.
Her breasts bounced, as she removed her top, and she pushed them together , to greater display how large they were. She had been told, that she would be expected to put on a show for them, and she wanted on the team so badly, that she would have sold her soul to do it.
She looked around the room, and saw that they were all just standing there, with their jaws dropped open, and a few sporting large bulges in their pants.
She looked to the closest guy, he was on the defensive team , if she remembered correctly, and crooked a finger at him. He slowly approached the table, and she reached down to massage his pants. A smile of wonderment came across his face, and she felt him grow large , inside her small hand. She felt for his zipper and undid his pants, allowing his growing erection to fall out into her waiting hand. She kept stroking him, and she could see that he was already close to cumming. She kept pulling at his cock, until he began to squirt cum out , all over her hand. She then leaned back , onto her knees and spread the cum over her belly , making moaning noises , and watching his face as he watched her .
She then looked around for another person, but she didn't have to look far. Men had lined up around the table, to watch her with the first guy, and all were sporting huge hardons, by now.
The turned slightly to the right, and grabbed for the exposed member , pulling it toward her. This time, however, she bent down, leaving her ass up in the air, for those behind her to see .They got a good look at her tight ass and wet pussy, as she bent her head down to meet the cock that she was holding.
Slowly, she took the head of him , into her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip. She could taste his cum, as he began to climax , almost immediately. She was beginning to get disappointed. She wanted to enjoy also, and so far , two strike outs.
She felt something from behind, and reached underneath her, to help guide in another team member , who obviously had seen too much, and could not hold back anymore. She used her fingers to open her wet lips , as he pushed his erection into her , inch by inch. He was a large one, and it felt good to her , to feel herself full with his cock. She began to moan and rock , back and forth, on his hard rod, as her hand found another dick , in front of her, to suck on. The new player, tried to get in in sync with the player in her pussy, and tried to thrust into her mouth as she was coming away from the dick behind her. A few times, it worked almost too well, and she would feel the cock in her mouth, push past her throat and downward, almost gagging her. But , she wanted the position on the team, so she kept on sucking.
They pounded her pussy, and mouth, until the one behind finally gasped and shuddered as he climaxed, shortly followed by her mouth filling with sperm from her latest addition.
So far so good, and only thirteen more to go, she thought. But , the night was not over yet.
They began to take turns , with her, around the table. Some wanted to watch her suck them and others wanted to feel what her cum dripping pussy lips felt like.
Their cum tasted like salt, from all of the booze that they had ingested, and she thought that her pussy must be overflowing from all of the cum that was streaming down her thighs.
But, she was enjoying herself, and if this was what she had to do for the team , then so be it.
She realized , after a while , that she should have been done by now, she had definetly sucked most of the players and at least that many had taken her from behind. She looked around from the table top, and saw a few taking turns drinking before coming back up to her again. She felt a rough grab from behind , as another player straddled her exposed ass from behind. Looking back, she saw that it was the largest man on the team, and he was very largely endowed. She braced for him to thrust into her sopping pussy and fill her up, but felt a slippery large finger , slide into her virgin , tight asshole. She yelped as it thrust inside, and looked back when she realized what he had planned for her. She shook her head , and told him no, but he only smiled back and took a firmer grip on her butt cheeks. She began to thrash around, and pleaded with him to stop, but she felt her arms and wrists, grabbed from the front , as other members held her in place. When she looked forward, she came face to face with another cock. As she opened her mouth to say no, he quickly pushed inside her. At the same time, she felt her tight ass being ripped in two, as the cock behind her , thrusted with one push , deep inside of her bowels. Her ass was on fire, but he kept thrusting , banging her body forward on the table, and onto the long cock in front. He timed his thrusting with the man behind , on purpose, to feel his cock pushing deep down her throat. She could feel the head and ridges of his cock , as they worked back and forth across the inside of her neck. He would pull back , to let her get a few gasps of air, and then thrust deep back inside of her.
She felt the huge cock behind her begin to swell , as he must be reaching a climax. She hoped he did soon, for her ass felt like it would never recover from his treatment. As he started to cum, however, he began coming completely out of her body , squirting some of his cum on to her puckered hole, and thrusting back in , completely to the bottom, causing new sensations of pain in her already sore ass. He kept this up for several moments , before subsiding, and falling back into a chair to recover, as she felt the man in front of her, thrust deep inside of her throat, and cum squirting down into her stomach.
After he was done, he slowly pulled out, and she laid her head down, and tried to rest for a moment . But , they would not let her rest. They had come for her , and they took her. Over the next hour, she must have taken every team member in the ass , everyone filling her , until she thought that if she farted , she would blow bubbles. Her jaw ached , and her ass was sore, they had forgotten her pussy, since they found her ass a nice receptacle. Or , so she thought. She felt something cold, and round pushed against her swollen lips to her vaginal opening. Something larger than any mans penis, and realized that it was a liquor bottle , that they were using. She sqirmed a little, but she had very little strength to fight back now, and again, hands held her legs apart, so that they could have their fun. She tried to tighten her pussy muscles up , as she had been taught back in high school, hoping that they would give up when it did not fit. She was wrong, for they just pushed that much harder, and slowly , the large bottle began to inch its way inside of her.
Three inches . Four inches. Five inches. When would they stop pushing, Six, seven. How long was that bottle. They finally stopped but it felt like they had pushed eight inches inside of her, when they seemed to come to a wall. They tried to push, but it would not go further. She felt them begin to move the bottle back and forth, fucking her pussy with it. She didn't realize that she had begun to moan until she bacame loud enough to be heard over their laughter. Suddenly, they pushed the bottle hard into her, and it broke through the barrier and went inside of her farther. She screamed in pain, but they didn't care. They kept thrusting , until all thirteen inches of the bottle ,was inside, with only a cork , peaking out of her lips .
She was in pain, and felt them moving behind her, Surely, they would take it out , now that they were done thrusting. She felt another cold sensation, as another , smaller bottle , was pushed against her sore ass. The coolness of the bottle felt good, until they began pushing it deeper inside of her. They had started with the narrow opening this time, and she could feel the beer rushig inside of her and fizzing up , as they pushed deeper.
She groaned and squirmed but they kept pushing , until the bottle was completely inside of her swollen ass.

She couldn't think of any more that they could do to her, until one pulled her head up , by her hair. He pulled her up so far, that her mouth dropped open naturally , to relieve some of the pressure. As it did, one by one , members that had been stroking themselves, filed by to shoot their load of semen into her open mouth, Most dribbled out, but much of it she had to swallow to breath. More and more , they came in her mouth and on her face, till they were all spent. They rolled her onto her back and stood looking at her , as they dressed themselves . She felt dazed, and very sore from their rough treatment, and the bottles were very uncomfortable.
As the men left the room, she moved her hands downward, to find the bottle neck , protruding from her pussy. Slowly , with a painful sigh, she pulled the bottle free, and saw how large it really was. She laid the bottle down, and reached back behind her , to carefully probe her swollen opening for the other bottle. She pushed and felt it begin to edge its way back out. As it pushed free , she let it drop , untouched to the floor. She collapses onto the table , as her pain subsided a little. She knew that she would be sore in the moring , and for days to come . But, it was well worth it, for she was part of the team now. She slowly stood up, her legs wobbly after what she has been through, and gathered her clothes together for the trip home.
As she began to dress , she hears giggling and laughter from outside. She walks to the door, and hears voices, female voices mixed with mens. She opens the door , that minutes before, the guys had exited through, to find another room , where her friends , the cheerleaders , were sitting around a TV , looking at her. At HER? She looked up , and saw the red light atop the video camera, pointing into the room. They had been watching the whole thing!
She stared at them , as they pointed and laughed at her , the whole team, and her friends. Had she done something wrong?
They took the tape from the machine, one of them waving it at her, as they left by another door , to the outside. As the last of them trickled out the door , she rushed out behind them , to the cheerleading squads team captain, who was arm and arm with the man that had taken her ass the first time. She did not even take the time to finish putting her clothes on. As she came up to them, they turned to her, and snickered at her. She asked when was the next practice, for the team , and everyone began to laugh again. They told her that there was no way that they would let a slut like her onto the team, and the big man reached over and pinched her cheek hard, and told her that she was good , and that if she wanted some more , to come back next year and tryout. That remark, set the group to laughing even harder, as they walked away from her.
She realized then, that they had never meant for her to become a member of their squad. She screamed at them that she would get back at them. But , they had an ace up their sleeve, and by Monday at school, everyone would know that she had willingly come into that room and started the whole thing.
She began to cry , and tears streamed down her face , soaking into the dried residue from the night. She stumbled across the playing field, toward her car, fumbling for keys, in the folds of her clothes. She slumps onto the car hood, in despair, as she can't find the keys. Frantically, she looks inside the car windshield, and realizes that she has left them inside the ignition. She pounds on the doors , as she tries to get in. She looks around and spies a fallen tree branch, beneath a large oak. Grabbing it up, she swings with both arms, breaking the glass on the drivers side.
She opens the door and climbs in, still crying from what they had done to her. She starts up the car, and guns the engine, squealing out of the parking lot, heading for the highway. As she races out onto the roadway, she barely misses a car , coming up along side of her. She barrels down the road at increasing speed , as her mind replays over and over again the horror of them laughing at her.
Too late, she sees the deer, crossing the road. As she swerves off the road, to miss the animal, her car contacts the guard rail, launching her upward and out over the hillside , that drops off. She is catapulted from the interior, and remembers nothing else, as her body strikes the side of the hill, and the car tumbles after her , down the enbankment.
She comes awake, but finds that she cannot move, or hardly breath. She can move her eyes, and peers around to see that she has reached the bottom of the hill, and so has the car. The car lays on top of her with the back windshield broken ,with jagged pieces, some gone , and others , waiting to fall. She knows that her back is broken, and she can feel herself beginning to weaken from the blood loss , from somewhere. She looks up again , as she sees that a large part of the windshield is intact, and hanging directly above her. She can neither cry for help or move her head, as the rest of the windshield breaks free and plummets down toward her face. She is dead, and she knows it.

Moments later, she opens her eyes and looks up , to see a hand holding the glass up and moving it away, as if it was nothing. She traces the hand up the arm, to the face of her savior. He looks down at her, looking deep into her eyes, and sees her pain. He bends down and lightly kisses her forehead, and she feels peace. The horror of tonight and the ridicule of tomorrow, flees before Him. She smiles, and struggles to breathe. He smiles at her, and wishes that He could do more. He places His hand on her forehead, as she closes her eyes to His touch. When He takes His hand away, her soul is free.
He slowly rises, looking down at her broken body. She will be missed by some, and others will be held accountable for today. With this knowledge, He flows away with the wind, the same that carries the sounds of the rescue unit , to her unlistening ears.

 

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the air was still......

They were together tonight.The air was still and heated, from their bodies , pressed close together.
She had arrived home early, to await him in anticipation. Her spouse was gone again this evening. Supposedly, out of down for a business trip. She was not impressed with his animated stories of late. He seemed to be very desperate to cover something up, so that she would not find out that he was fucking a co-worker, who happened todo things with him, that she did not enjoy. The acts of sex that he preferred , did not upset her or turn her stomach, she just did not want to act them out with him. He had let himself go, physically, years ago, and she found him repulsive to look at. She was in her bedroom now, looking into her closet , trying to find something that would bring out the best in her lover, this evening. She glanced sideways, into her full length mirror, that hung on the inside of the closet door. Her figure was a little fuller than she was in college, but she could still turn a few heads, when she dressed to impress the other gender. She was shorter than average, with short, blonde hair and supple lips. Her body was compact with nice breast, even though she thought that they could be bigger, but that was partly because of what others thought. Her butt was nice and round , and it fit well with the rest of her figure. No one had ever turned her down , in a one- on -one confrontation, sexually. She was a smooth talker and men enjoyed watching her talk as much as what she was saying, sometimes more so. Her eyes were the kind of eyes that made men think that she was innocent of everything , but inside her soul, her heart burned with passion, that until recently, had not been allowed to surface. She needed comforting, and loving. She wanted to show someone, who would care about her, how much she had to give, to the right man.
She looked in the back of her closet, for something that she hadn't worn in a long time, a dress that she had bought many years ago, when she was still in love with her husband. It was a sheer black dress, with sparkles , lightly interwoven in the fabric, to accent the curves of her body. She took off her remaining clothes and threw them to the floor , in a heap. Standing naked , before the mirror, she held the dress to her body. It was going to rise up her thighs a little, she could tell, because she had gained a little weight since she had bought the outfit, and it would move up a inch or two, to make up for the added girth. That was just what she wanted it to do. She stepped back from the mirror, and bent over to place it at her feet . As she stepped into the opening of her dress, she carfully pulled it up over her nakedness. It felt very sensual aginst her skin, as it glided upward across her belly and then her breast. Her body responded to the stimulation with the arousal of her nipples, growing outward, and trying to push through the material. She brushed her fingertips across her protrusions, and felt her body tingle in climbing ecxtasy. As the feeling rose inside of her, her left had glided downward to her moistening lips and gently touched them. She then slowly placed her finger at the bottom of her lips , and slowly slide it upward, causing a ripple of energy to go through out her body. As her right hand began to pinch her nipples and pull them outward, through her dress, her finger pressed inward , pass her wet lips, and probed inside , feeling around slowly, for her special spot. When her finger found it , toward the top of her vaginal space, she stroked the area with great care, so she could prolong the sensation , as long as possible. Her senses were already aroused from what lay ahead of her , and she began to reach orgasm very quickly. She leaned against the closet door, as her finger began rythmically and rapidly , to escalate her toward the finish. her moans began small , but increased , as she stroked faster and faster, not wanting to wait any longer. She cried out with a loud sigh , as she reached and went past the height of her climax. She stumbled to the ed and fell into it, as she pulled her hands away from her body , spent for the moment.

He watched from the darkness of the closet , and waited for the other person , that He was to witness tonight, to arrive........