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In hindsight, Dad must have known what was about to happen and this was why he was so distraught that I’d picked today to visit. No wonder he wanted me to leave. But Willy isn’t a part of this group of inmates, as far as I can tell. Did he even escape, or is he still stuck in that hellhole of a prison?
I raise my head slightly and gaze dizzily at the upside-down world around me. There’s the forest floor, trees, sky. The orange-clad legs of about half a dozen or so men as they dart through the woods.
“Stop here,” one of them orders, out of breath.
“We’re still too close,” snarls another. But the man carrying me has come to a halt, and so have the others.
“Bullshit,” my captor wheezes. “This is far enough. Even if they do catch up with us, they can’t do nothing because we’ve got a hostage in this little lady here.” He swings me off his shoulder and dumps me unceremoniously among the ferns. Instantly, I try to scamper away, but I’m too disoriented to get far, and fall down, scraping my knees. The inmates laugh, their baritone voices a chorus of scorn.
“You’re not going anywhere,” one of them growls, and I feel two hands the size of shovels tighten around my waist as I’m dragged back along the ground. The movement hikes my dress up over my ass, exposing my panties, and a vicious chuckle comes from above me as the man who dragged me back stands over me. “That’s a great ass,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust. “Can’t wait to fuck it. I wonder if her asshole’s tight.”
“I’ve seen better,” smirks another. “You’re just saying that because you haven’t seen a real woman in years.”
“Fuck you,” snarls the man whose boots now straddle my thighs. “If you don’t appreciate perfection when you see it, you won’t get any.”Get any?Oh shit. Panic floods through me as I realize that I’m in serious trouble now. Where are the authorities? Where is Logan?
My panties are ripped off, making my ass wobble on the forest floor. I can hear the man above me groan with lust as the others start to come closer. Big hands squeeze my ass cheeks eagerly, kneading and rolling the softness there.
“Spread ‘em,” one of the men croaks, “let me see her pussy.” My ass cheeks are forced apart, and I feel the cool forest air caress my labia and clit. I hear the men’s breath quickening accompanied by the sounds of unzipping. Are they touching themselves to the sight of me, lying spread-eagle on my front? Oh no, oh no.
“Turn her around,” growls one of the prisoners. The man standing over me takes me by the shoulder and flips me like a pancake so that I’m breathless on my back. I’m looking up at seven or eight hulking men outlined against the afternoon sky, and the air evaporates from my lungs when I see that some of them have unbuttoned their coveralls at the crotch, revealing huge, veiny cocks sticking out. They appear to be rock-hard and dripping as the men glower down at me.
But some of their friends have done them one better. Some of the prisoners have unzipped their jumpsuits all the way down to their knees as they stroke their erections, muscular chests exposed, panting with lust for me. I’ve never seen this many cocks at once, and I’m momentarily shocked as I stare at the selection because each and every one of them is enormous, thick, long, and throbbing angrily. I’m astonished to find myself wondering what it would be like to feel several of them inside me at once. In my pussy, in my ass, and in my mouth, as I jerk two more off with my hands. What would it be like to come hard with cock in each hole, as I moan onto another piece of man meat shoving itself down my throat? Shame engulfs me as I realize I’m getting wet from the thought. I don’t want these men. I want Logan. Why is my body betraying me like this?
“I want to see her tits,” grunts one of the prisoners, and the man who turned me over now reaches down and grabs my dress by the collar, ripping it open down the front, sending buttons flying into the dead leaves on which I lie. My huge breasts fall out heavily, and one of the men standing closest to me is so turned on by this that thick seed starts leaking from the tip of his cock, falling onto the leaves. He takes his hand off his cock to stop himself from coming.
“Uuggh,” he grunts, staring down at my nude form. But it’s too late; even though he’s stopped stroking himself and his hands hang by his side, I see his balls contract as his rod pulses in midair. As he stares down at my prone form, mouth agape with lust, a steady stream of hot seed spills out of his throbbing cock, splattering heavily on the ground as his staff jerks in the air. Some of his buddies chuckle.
“That’s how long it’s been for Rex,” one of the prisoners mocks.
“She’s too fucking hot,” Rex growls in defense. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“She is,” the first man agrees, “but most of us aren’t thirteen-year-old boys.”
Rex merely grunts, still staring at my naked breasts as his cock drips. Meanwhile, another inmate springs into action.
“I’ll show her how a real man does it,” he growls, and straddles my chest as he rests his knees on either side of my tits. I’m staring up at the rippling muscles of his bare chest and I’m strongly reminded of Logan. All I want is Logan. Where is he now? What’s he doing? Is he trying to find me? Or is he too injured after his fight with that monstrous inmate?
The man straddling me places enormous, dirty hands on the outsides of my tits, pressing them together. He licks his lips at the effect this produces, then moves his hips and pushes his enormous rod in between my creamy breasts.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he grunts, as the throbbing head of his cock comes out the top of my breasts and pushes into my mouth. He thrusts, fucking my tits and mouth in firm, smooth movements, going faster and faster. To my horror, my pussy moistens as I get more aroused. Why am I so turned on by this group of dirty inmates having their way with me? I should hate it, but all it’s doing is making me horny.
The man fucks my tits and mouth faster and faster as he grunts and drools. Around us, the other men are growling with lust, stroking their cocks. One of them starts coming hard as he stares down at the dirty tableau, and his cock erupts in thick ropes of come all over his prison jumpsuit. The one on top of me is close, too. His rough hands shift slightly on my breasts, grazing against my nipples, turning me on even more. To my intense embarrassment, my pussy squelches wetly, longing to be crammed full. This is horrible. The man hears my obscene sounds and chuckles before groaning loudly, holding his thick rod tight between my tits as it pumps hot seed all over my chest and neck, before gushing onto my parted lips. To my shame, I begin swallowing and licking my lips, enjoying the salty taste.
“Look at her,” growls one of the men, staring hungrily down at my glistening pussy. “She’s begging for the real thing.”
“Imma pop her cherry,” grunts another one, breathless with lust.
“This bitch isn’t a virgin,” scoffs another, coming closer, his enormous rod so hard it stands up straight against his exposed abs, reaching towards his chest. “Why the hell would you think that? Didn’t you see those pictures?”
“Yeah, she’s a genuine cockholster,” growls another in agreement. “Why not use her the way she was meant to be used? We can fuck this little cumbucket at the same time. She won’t mind.” He’s so turned on that seed is leaking from the tip of his throbbing pole. I chide my imagination for having conjured the image of having several of these cocks inside me at once because now, it seems I may get exactly what I wished for. Except I don’t want this at all. Or do I? But I may not have a choice as the two men bear down on me, lifting me brusquely up off the forest floor.
“Stop,” I breathe. “Please, I’m begging you!”
“Quit pretending you don’t want it,” growls one of them as he wraps my legs around his waist, crushing my tits to his exposed, sweaty chest. The head of his cock grazes my pussy. “Just look at how fucking wet you are,” he grunts, trying to push it in. Behind me, the other man has his thick rod in between my ass cheeks, and I squirm as both of them try to press their veiny cocks into my tight little holes.
“Oooh!” I scream, trying to get loose. “Oh oh oh!”
“Shut up, or we’ll gag you,” growls the one behind me, his breath hot on my neck. His iron grip tightens on my hips as he tries to thrust his huge cock into my ass. But the man can’t get it in, and growls with a mixture of lust and frustration.
