An English Vacation

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: humiliation
Content Warnings:
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It's Sunday again. Hope you have fun with this,
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Chapter 7 A close shave



Dawn looked at the can with wide eyes, not believing her eyes. She blurted out “Are you fucking kidding me?” holding up the can of whipped cream.
#1 tilted his head “I see your point, while this might be entertaining, I don’t think it will help with cleaning up this mess. Would somebody please get this lady the proper tools. Like right NOW!” the last word came out as a bark. One of the other masked hoods shuffled away and returned with an electric clipper, which he handed it to #1. Who weighed it in his hands, and switched it on and off. With obvious satisfaction he said ‘Now this looks like a proper heavy-duty tool for the task at hand.”

He quickly grabbed Penny and dragged her towards the kneeling Dawn, where he just dropped her to the floor. Dawn understood this as the request to start with her task. She switched on the device, feeling the heavy vibration in the handle. Now there was just the question of how to start.

Penny and Morgan wouldn’t be the first women she shaved, she wasn’t overly fond of massive bushes, neither on herself nor women she played with. Dawn had looked forward to this trip, particularly since Morgan and Penny had appeared online as nice and open young women, full of kinky energy. Her plan had been to have a lot of sex on this trip, and if she could swing it end in bed with either or both of the other women.

So when Penny had revealed the dense nest of blonde curly hair, it had doused Dawn’s enthusiasm. In the mental picture Dawn had formed of Penny, she had expected a clean-shaven sex, or at most a very thin landing strip. It just went to show, that people presented themselves differently online than in real life. So how would this clearly more shy Penny react, if she started to push those lovely legs apart to work herself upwards form her slit. This would be her preferred method, as it was more intimate and erotic.

The alternative would be to start from the mound and shave downwards. This would be much more like shaving a poodle, than a pussy. After a short moment of contemplation she decided that the second method was likely less traumatizing for Penny, and as things were going her friend didn’t need her to make the situation worse.

She took a deep breath, and set the cutting edge on the top of Penny’s mons, seeing the blonde locks falling victim to the fast moving blade. The only thing remaining in its path was some stubble. After a few minutes the fleshy mound was free of the previously dense growth. So it was now time to move lower, as gently as she could, she slipped her left hand between Penny’s thighs, spreading her legs open. When she thought they were wide enough open, she began to work the razor from the legs towards the center of the crotch. As she did so she noticed what a wet tangled mess the hairs close to Penny’s sex were. Morgan must have done an excellent job on Penny as well, to account for all the sticky moisture between her legs.
Dawn continued with her shaving job, slowly revealing blood engorged swollen lips, framing the coral red, moist flesh of her vagina. With her legs spread as they were, the bud of Penny’s clitoris poked rakishly out. Dawn didn’t really belief her eyes, but all indications were that Penny was still sexually aroused, despite being publicly humiliated and exposed. Morgan’s tongue had been good but, certainly not that good.

“I think you want to work this over again” she heard a voice from over her shoulder. As she turned around the first thing she saw was the cyclopean eye of the video camera, pointing straight between Penny’s legs. The holder continued to talk “Right now she looks like a plucked goose, and as you likely know, you use fire to clean poultry up. Would you like me to use my lighter?” He flicked a zippo lighter open and Dawn stared at the dancing yellow flame.

Hurriedly she went over the freshly shaved parts again and again, until the last hair was gone. This had irritated the tender flesh of Penny’s private parts, but Dawn was quite certain that this was preferable to flame treatment.

She then looked around for Morgan to get this job over with. She saw the young woman, somebody had made her putting her jacked back on, zipping it up to her chin. The jacket looked, crumpled, dirty and had stains of drying semen as well as other liquids. In that regard the jacket matched Morgan perfectly.
Removing Morgan’s pubic hair was a fast and fairly easy process, but the well trimmed hair, was matted with drying cum. The removal caused Morgan to wince a couple of times in pain, as the razor ripped those lumps out, instead of cutting them off.

When she was done she heard the guy with the camera saying “Nice now that all the beavers have been reduced to cunts we can begin with the evenings entertainment. But out of curiosity what is that Jacket for?”
“I got it for my cheerleading” Morgan mumbled her reply.
“Really, we got us a real American cheerleader here. How about some demonstration of your talents?”
“That sounds like a fine idea” the man with #2 markings said “let me discuss this with our cheerleader a bit.”
He moved his mouth close to Morgan’s ear and began speaking to her in a whisper. Dawn couldn’t hear a word, but she didn’t like the way blood was draining from Morgan’s face.

As the man moved away from her face he also returned to a normal voice “Now you know what is coming, you have five minutes to make up your cheers for this. If you don’t feel up to it, you can always join the festivities directly. Should you not perform to our satisfaction, we will have to get it somewhere else. Did I make myself clear?”
All Morgan could do was nod, with horror in her eyes.

To be continued.

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: rape and further humiliation
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Chapter 8 Bring it on

Entertainment, Dawn’s stomach turned to ice at this word. While the word could mean so many pleasurable things, she knew it wouldn’t now. Here and now it only could mean one thing, those men had not abducted them and forced them to strip naked to discuss the weather over a nice cup of tea. Dawn was under no illusion that entertainment would mean the abuse and violation of their bodies. This trip was going up shit creek even more shortly.

She was actually half surprised on how civil the whole affair had been so far. Was this a British thing to keep the lid on even a sordid thing as a gang rape of three innocent women. Dawn had always expected a rape to be much more harsh, a chance to fight, ripping of garments, forcing her legs apart despite her struggle. Should she try to make a last ditch attempt at escape? Hell, she didn’t even remember any longer in which direction the exit door was, and even if she could escape, what then? Running buck naked through the English countryside pursued by a group of determined men? There was no good probability for success in that course of action. So fight to the end or submitting in hope to escape later? Somehow she doubted Morgan and Penny would be much help in a fight, and her own diminutive height wasn’t an asset either. Except for an upper cut into the balls of an assailant.

#2 interrupted her musings with an order to Morgan to show them her routine, but not do the words this time. Dawn watched as Morgan started to move slowly, but with increasing confidence going through a routine of jumping jacks, high kicks and general wiggling of her body. Initially hampered by the thoughts of her naked pussy showing below her jacket, but the more the routine kicked in the more she forgot herself. Dawn wouldn’t be surprised if Morgan would be turning crimson, if she could see how much of her shaven sex was on full display in some positions.
One of the other men shouted “This doesn’t look right, on TV they always shake those round things.”

“They are called pom poms, you imbecile” Dawn almost snarled, but checked herself just in time, aggravating those men right now seemed like a pretty bad idea.
#2 responded “I see, come over here.”
He motioned to Morgan, who cautiously complied, clearly not seeing how the man would conjure up some pom poms. But as it turned out he had no plan to do so. Instead, he told Morgan in a stern voice not to move, he grabbed the fabric of the jacket over her left breast and produced a flick knife with his other. The blade sprang forward with a sharp metallic click, it must have been sharp as a razor, since it took him no apparent effort to cut away the tented fabric in his hand. The resulting hole showed Morgan’s nipple and some gentle curve of her breast. The same thing was done on the other side, leaving Morgan confused and shocked over the destruction to her Jacket. The blade then moved to her throat reinforcing the command not to move. He then reached through the holes in the jacket and pulled young woman’s breast through the newly created openings. The holes were just large enough for this and the fabric clung tightly to the base of each breast.

Stepping away from Morgan and looking at his handy work #2 proclaimed “Now she has some round things to shake around. I hope this meets your satisfaction.”
The amount of hoots and whistles erupting from the assembled men, seemed to be sufficient as an answer so he continued “And you Blondie, start that program again. Let’s see those titties move.”

This time Morgan’s face was crimson, as she went through the motions. Her bared breast in stark contrast to the dark fabric of the jacket, were in constant motion, wiggling and jumping on every twist and turn. Despite her own situation even Dawn was spellbound and couldn’t avert her eyes, it almost made her understand why so many men have cheerleader fantasies.

With her attention fully enthralled she didn’t notice, that the two wooden crates had been turned on their sides. What she did notice were the hands of the two men that suddenly grabbed her upper arms, and held it in a vise like grip. She began thrashing around to free herself, but she might as well have thrown cotton balls for all the good it was doing. But while she struggled she saw Penny being in the same situation, fighting like a wild cat, but like herself to no avail.

Both women were steered towards the crates, and then forced to bend over the 2-foot-high impediment, Dawn had no doubt on how much this left their collective asses sticking in the air. But at least hers wasn’t sticking for long, forceful shoves with a booted foot kicked her legs apart, planting her tummy onto the crate. From the general direction where she knew Penny to be she heard the characteristic discharge of a prod and a yelp of pain. Apparently Penny hadn't complied to somebodies satisfaction. Not to encourage her captors, she went limp herself. She felt a presence behind her, even before something warm and rigid touch her entrance. “Here it goes” she thought “at least I’m not entirely dry, or this would become very nasty”

All of a sudden she heard Morgan’s voice “Take them …” but before she could wonder about that she got distracted, by the forceful splitting of her labia and the rapid intrusion of her most intimate place. This man didn’t dangle with careful teasing, and a slow and pleasurable inching into her. No, this man pushed the bulbous head into her tight opening and then feeling sufficiently directed slammed in all the way. Dawn’s scream was a mixture of surprise and pain, as she quieted down she heard Morgan’s voice wafting over “… take them hard. All the way …”. Her assailant began to emulate his thrusts to Morgans sing-song of “. All the way in, all the way out …”. Now assisted by the coating of vaginal secretions on his cock, this didn’t really become pleasurable, but for Dawn who loved rough sex at least bearable.
Somewhere far, far away she heard Penny’s pleading “Please don’t, not there, I’m not on the pill.”
Dawn didn’t expect to hear a response to that, so the answer she got hit her doubly hard.
“Don’t worry my sweet girl, this is just for lubrication. Nobody ever got pregnant from where we go from here.”

Fear gripped Dawn’s body, and she clenched every muscle, causing the man inside her to grunt with pleasure. Anal sex was something she had never enjoyed, even under the best of circumstances with a lot of foreplay, stretching and lube it was always uncomfortable. Due to Morgan’s little fellatio show, she had a pretty good idea on how the men here were equipped. And some of them were definitely larger than her partners she had tried anal with before, and she was quite certain this wouldn’t be ideal conditions either. She tried to do the only thing open to her, trying to relax her body, to minimize the pain. So Dawn closed her eyes, and began to take deep breaths.

Just as she thought she had achieved a more relaxed state, she felt hands on her cheeks. Spreading them apart, while the man inside her just paused in the motion, but kept his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Again Morgan’s voice “., spread that ass …” her voice sounded as if she was crying.

Something very cold and slimy dropped between her spread ass cheeks, right on her rear orifice. Again Morgan’s voice “…fuck that ass…”, and Dawn did feel the man withdrawing from her, but instead of relief this caused her only dread, and tensed her body again. And no mind trick would allow her to relax, as she felt his cock, positioned at her anus. This time he took more time, ever so slowly easing the head against the resistance of her sphincter. Widening it under constant but careful pressure until it snap shut behind the head. Dawn was utterly relieved that the man didn’t feel to comply with Morgan’s “.do them hard…” or “… rip them up…” chants.

Dawn gritted her teeth as she felt the stiffness invading her inch by inch. Never relenting, never giving really the impression to care for anything but his own satisfaction. She heard Penny cry and whimper, and was herself at the point of crying out loud as she finally felt his pelvis hitting her but, so that meant they had reached his full length. Dawn felt as if somebody had shoved a broom handle up her backside, but now being fully embedded wasn’t good enough for the man, and he began to withdraw just enough to painfully slam back into her.

She felt as if her innards were on fire. But the man didn’t care, settling into a slow but forceful rhythm he began to pound her ass, until he finally erupted, shooting his hot load into her bowels. As he withdrew from her body she felt a moment of blissful emptiness. The moment was short-lived as the next man stepped behind her and placed his dick right against her just vacated anus.

After what felt like a century and a repeated change in assailants, no further man lined up to take her ass. She felt the cum trickle out of her gaping anus and run down her leg. She might have gotten up, but the past ordeal had left her weak. Furthermore, she turned her head and saw Penny to be in a similar poor shape.
“Ok Gentlemen, we have to do a survey. I asked our little cheerleader her to provide some encouragement and entertainment, while we availed ourselves to her friends. I told her to be lewd and crude, and that her ass is on the line if she didn’t perform well. What is your verdict? Thumbs up for she did a fine job, and thumbs down for her lazy ass needs some first-hand experience.”

Dawn couldn’t see the outstretched thumps but the wailing “NOOOOOOO” from Morgan lead her to believe the thumbs down were in the majority.

She was then pushed from her crate and apparently replaced with the violently struggling Morgan. She heard her friend cry out in Horror, rage and late pain, but right now she felt to butt hurt to really care. Exhausted she slipped of to unconsciousness.

To be continued.

[Blue]

In my opinion, this chapter is very well done.
It essentially presents three perspectives:
First, there's Dawn's view as a victim of multiple rapes. Her feelings during this process are well described.
Then, as a subplot, we hear about Penny's rape. Even though the rape itself isn't really described, I, as a reader, can easily imagine what happens to her.
And then you also get to see what the rapists do to the women.
Excellent description

[Shocker]

In my opinion, this chapter is very well done.
It essentially presents three perspectives:
First, there's Dawn's view as a victim of multiple rapes. Her feelings during this process are well described.
Then, as a subplot, we hear about Penny's rape. Even though the rape itself isn't really described, I, as a reader, can easily imagine what happens to her.
And then you also get to see what the rapists do to the women.
Excellent description

Thanks for the feedback, you will get a whole lot more on Penny in the next chapter, as we slowly coming to the end of the narrative. I was going to write winding down, but there is no winding down more of a ramping up towards climax.

[Blue]

@Shocker
Then I hope that we will soon see the end of the "glory-hole"

[Shocker]

@Shocker
Then I hope that we will soon see the end of the "glory-hole"

I hope you are not too disappointed. This is the longest story I have ever written, and am likely to write.

[JTCK]

I didn’t notice at first that you had posted two chapters — that would have been quite a cliffhanger after Chapter 7! Luckily, Chapter 8 came right after. I really enjoyed the continuation again. It’s a wonderful idea to have the whole thing accompanied by cheerleading!

[Shocker]

I didn’t notice at first that you had posted two chapters — that would have been quite a cliffhanger after Chapter 7! Luckily, Chapter 8 came right after. I really enjoyed the continuation again. It’s a wonderful idea to have the whole thing accompanied by cheerleading!

Actually I didn’t, I have been posting a chapter per week, you might have missed when I published chapter 7, and as nobody had commented they look like I posted 2. And as fir a cliffhanger, dear me how could that possibly have happened.

[JTCK]

You're right, of course — I really did miss Chapter 7. Lucky me