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

[Shocker]

Chapter Tags: rape
Content Warnings: there is an aspect of torture associated with this rape.
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The penultimate chapter of this story, some things are going to change
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Chapter 9 The Luck of the Irish


Sean Devlin, currently better known by his #3 tag, looked at the scene in front of his eyes and found his cock stirring. It almost surprised him, he had drained his balls three times over the last couple of hours, but then again his eyes swept, over the stunning blonde women, lying on the ground, cum leaking from freshly fucked orifices. The older woman, had passed out, but that was no real problem as the cheerleader was keeping the other squad members busy. Which meant he could use his burgeoning erection with the English cunt. Since all that wild growth between her legs was gone, she looked quite good.

Sean was born and bred in Belfast, while he was too young to have experienced the troubles himself, his family had a long history of association with groups even more radical than the provisional IRA. This had quite naturally caused them to run afoul British Authorities. So he grew up with tales of British Soldiers kicking down the door and ransacking the house, the glorious struggle fighting for a united Ireland, and how the Brits were the source of all evil the family had ever experienced. So this might be an excellent opportunity to even the scales here.
He turned towards the boss “Any problem, if I start moving this one to the holding cells?” He got an affirmative wave of the hand. Needing no further prompting he bent down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her roughly to her feet. As he directed her away she stumbled along. Sean wondered if punch drunk was an applicable expression for her situation. After a short distance of pushing and dragging her along, they arrived at his destination, a small room with a folding cot and two big cinder blocks on the floor. Each of the cinder blocks was threaded with a short length of rope. A long zip tie lay ready looped on the cot. Sean knew that two further rooms had been prepared the same way.

He tossed his victim onto the cot, where she landed on her stomach. Moving quickly he pulled her arms back, and slipped the flexicuff around her wrists, zinging them tight. Grabbing her by a shoulder and at a knee he flipped her onto her back. Still holding on to the leg, his hands slid down to her ankle, with his free hand he retrieved the rope attached to one of the cinder blocks. At its end another flexicuff loop was ready for use, fitting it over her foot and tightening it around her ankle took only seconds. It was no coincidence that the blocks stood at different sides of the cot. After securing the other foot in the same fashion, he had an unobstructed view between her slightly spread legs. Overall a view he enjoyed, but he hated for her to be so passive and almost passed out, but then he had an idea on how to fix this. Leaving his prey properly secured, he went off to get what he needed.

As he returned, there was no sign of consciousness from the bound woman. This changed rather rapidly as he emptied the pail of cold water over her naked body. Said body jerked up as much as her restraints allowed. Her eyes stared at him hard as flint, he grinned at the fact that the cold water also had caused to harden her nipples. “What the hell was that for?” she gasped spitting out some water.
“I wanted you a bit more lively for our one on one. Speaking of which let me make this a bit more inviting.” Devlin replied, not feeling the need for any further explanations he picked up one of the cinder blocks and carried it towards the head end of the cot, dropping it next to her shoulder. The new position of the cinder block had forced her leg up, until her knee was touching her chest, at the same time with the with her ankle attached, it forced her lower thigh to bend outward. After he had repeated the process with the other block. Penny’s ass was slightly lifted of the cot and her thighs spread so far to part her vaginal lips, exposing her innermost flesh. To Devlin's’ greatest regret, there was still only the beginning of a reaction to this inviting sight. Then an amusing idea struck him. He shed all his clothes, keeping only the face mask on, he grabbed his cattle prod. He stepped towards the prostrate woman, he swung on leg over the cot and stood there with his privates dangling over her face. As he looked down he thought that this was a very enticing image.

He spoke with a teasing tone “Come on you English slut, you are going to tell me what you are going to do with my balls. And I recommend you to come up with the right answer.”
She stared back at him, trying to meet his eyes, having to look along his cock to do so. With a voice as cold as ice she said “Right now I’m imaging crushing them in a vise.”

His face fell, but he recovered quickly “Wrong answer bitch.” He targeted her belly with his cattle prod, made contact and released the trigger. The effect to the water covered skin was tremendous. His victim’s whole body jerked convulsively and a gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Want to revise the answer, slut?”
“Sure” she responded with gritted teeth “I’ll also shove a strap on up your ass.”

Another blast of electricity, and after the effects subsided she pressed out “A big one.” More electricity, more insults. They repeated the process, with Penny’s voice turning more and more feeble after each shock, until she finally said “I give up, what do you want from me? Shall I suck your balls?”

“Now I think you got the message. But if I feel a single tooth, this baby will go up your cunt and I press the trigger until it runs out of juice. So I would think you should be careful and open real wide.” He then began to squat down and lowered his balls towards her mouth. If that slut thought she would get away with some licking, she had another thing coming. This was going to be a time for some tea bagging. He enjoyed hearing the retching noise, from below him, as his testicles were engulfed in the warm cavern of her mouth. The feeling and the sounds gave him an unprecedented feeling of power, and this feeling now manifested in a full erection. He lowered himself further onto her face, dropping his balls even deeper into her mouth, but from his perspective even more desirable, his now fully engorged cock came to lay on her forehead, right between her eyes. The sight alone almost made him cum. But he managed to hold out for another 2 minutes, wanting her to taste his sweaty balls to the fullest extent. To hate every second of it, seeing the hate in her eyes, while she was forced to lick his balls. When he finally came, his cum landed in the blond tresses of her hair.

He got up, gathered his clothes and dressed, before stepping out of the door he smacked his hand between her splayed legs. “I’m done for tonight, but I let the other boys know, that you are open for business. I think you said something about not being on the pill, so this should be real exciting for you”.
Penny felt that sting, as his hand slapped onto her unprotected sex. That Irish bastard, everything he had done to her was to maximize her humiliation, including leaving her in this degrading position.

For the next few hours, she was visited by many of the other men, too many to count. All of them used her body in any fashion they pleased, some rough, some uncaring for her well-being and again others almost gently. To her great relief, the two massively endowed members of this crew, didn’t feel the need to prove their masculinity by brutally slamming into her.

#4 caused her a moment of anxiety as he produced a large knife, but he only used it to cut her bonds. Some relief must have crept into her face because he said with his strong West Indie accent “Not letting you go yet, kid. But I would really like to get a nice tit job by you, and you can’t do this trussed up like a turkey. You can do this yourself, and control the action, or I will sit on you and fuck those titties good. So she gave into the inevitable, got onto her knees slid the very dark cock between the pale globes of her breasts. The using both hands she pressed her breasts together and began to slowly slide her body up and down his shaft. Varying speed and pressure until he erupted and shot his load into her face and on her breasts.

As he left he didn’t tie her up again, and just slammed the door close, but it didn’t catch in the lock. She couldn’t believe her luck. She waited for all of 60 seconds before heading towards the door. The outside corridor was dimly lit, and she turned right trying to not been seen or heard as she sneaked along it. Somewhere behind some other closed doors she heard, some grunting and groaning, apparently she hadn’t been the only one to entertain the troops this night.
She continued to creep along the corridor, until she reached a door, with a sign reading “No admittance for personnel below alpha clearance.” Grabbing the handle she found the door to be unlocked, and she opened it a little and slid in. On the other side there was nothing of the grubby factory hall, but a comfortably furnished office. A man with his back to her was sitting at a bank of monitors, doing some video editing. Without turning around he said “I saw you on the CCTV, are we done Lady Penelope?”

“Almost Parker, let me take a shower first, and then we can take care of business” replied Penny casually.

To be continued…