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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: White Student Gang Raped ii !
Author: DeckerDary13
Content Warnings: Story here is purely a fantasy. Writer does not condone rape in the real world.
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All images are generated using an AI art generator, any resemblance to the real world is strictly a coincidence
Do enjoy this story below when you're jerking off and treat the real women around you with care!
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White Student Gang Raped ii!
"Hey, guys, check out that new chick at the café," Joon Woo whispered, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips as she served coffee to a group of oblivious students.
"Looks like a ripe one," Han Jiang said with a knowing smirk, his hand unconsciously adjusting his crotch. "Reminds me of that British exchange student we had last semester."
We couldn't help but stare as she took her place in the orientation line, her youthful innocence practically oozing from her pores. Her tank top clung to her in all the right ways, revealing the slightest hint of her perky breasts beneath the fabric. The short white skirt she wore showcased her long, toned legs ending in a pair of well-worn sneakers that suggested she was more than just a pretty face. She had a fresh-faced beauty that was impossible to ignore, and we were hungry for more than just her looks.
Our plan was simple: we would observe her from afar, learn her schedule, and bide our time. One day, as we were tailing her from a safe distance, we spotted him. Her white boyfriend, a scrawny looking kid with a mop of blond hair that looked like it hadn't seen a comb in weeks. He trailed her around the university like a loyal dog, his eyes never leaving her side. The sight of him only fueled our desire to claim her. We knew that she was with him, but we couldn't care less. We had our sights set on her, and we weren't about to let some weakling stand in our way.
The opportunity presented itself at the end of the week, during a university party that had gotten wildly out of hand. We watched from the shadows as she sipped drink after drink, her laughter becoming more forced, her eyes glazed over. She was tipsy, and we knew she wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. Joon Woo, who had been watching her closely, gave us the signal. It was time to make our move.
As we approached, we saw him cutting through the crowd. Her boyfriend had arrived, a look of fierce determination on his face. He looked like he had been waiting for us, ready to play the hero. He grabbed her by the arm, She giggled, obviously intoxicated by his touch. The crowd parted for him, and he led her out of the party and into the quiet night.
We tailed him as they stumbled down the street, his arm around her waist, holding her up. She was obviously too drunk to protest. When they finally arrived at her apartment, we watched from the shadows as he fumbled with the keys. We waited patiently, our anticipation building. As soon as the door cracked open, Joon Woo made his move. He silently darted forward, the muscles in his arm tensing as he swung the heavy wrench we had brought with us. The sickening thud echoed through the night as it connected with the back of the boyfriend's head. He crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll, unconscious before he even knew what hit him.
Without wasting a second, we rushed in. I hoisted the girl over my shoulder, her limp body surprisingly light. Han Jiang took care of the boyfriend, dragging him into the bedroom and securing him to a chair with the ropes we had brought. She barely stirred as we carried her to the bed, our excitement palpable. We laid her down gently, her skirt riding up to reveal her lacy panties. We quickly set up the cameras around the room, eager to capture every moment of what was about to unfold. As we put on our ski masks, our hearts raced with adrenaline.
Then, we stripped naked, flexing our muscles in front of the groggy kid who was just beginning to come around. His eyes widened in terror as he took in the sight of three Asian giants standing over him, our erections proudly on display. The stark contrast between his feeble frame and our towering figures must have been a humiliating sight. We reveled in his fear, our cocks growing even harder at the thought of what we were about to do to his girl.
Joon Woo was the first to climb onto the bed, his 9-inch monster bobbing with excitement. He straddled her chest, his cock just inches from her face. "Look at her, Han. So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He began to slap her cheeks gently with his shaft, leaving a shiny streak of precum on her skin. The girl's eyes rolled back in horror as she tried to scream through the gag we had put in her mouth.
Her boyfriend's muffled protests grew louder, his desperate eyes pleading for mercy. Her boyfriend's screams were muffled by the thick gag we had stuffed into his mouth, his eyes bulging with panic as he watched his girlfriend's helpless form being manhandled by us. He bucked and writhed in the chair, his feeble struggles doing nothing but tightening the knots that bound him. Han Jiang, growing impatient with the pathetic display, took a step closer to him. With a swift, brutal motion, he delivered a powerful punch to the kid's belly, the sound of the impact echoing through the room.
Joon Woo, unfazed by the Englishman's plight, focused solely on the prize laid out before him. His hand began to explore her body, starting with the gentle swell of her hips, then moving up to her breasts, which he squeezed roughly, watching the way her eyes widened and filled with fear. "Your boyfriend can't save you now, can he?" he taunted, his voice a dark purr.
Her tank top was the first to go, ripped off with ease to reveal her lacy white bra. The fabric clung to her skin, damp with sweat and fear, as Joon Woo's fingers traced the outline of her nipples, which had tightened into hard peaks. With a flick of his wrist, the clasp gave way, and the bra fell to the floor. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her skin, and took one nipple into his mouth, biting down just hard enough to elicit a muffled yelp. The pain was sharp, and she tried to struggle, but Han Jiang's grip on her wrists was ironclad.
Her skin was soft and pale, unblemished by the sun. Her eyes searched for any sign of mercy in ours, but all she found was hunger. Joon Woo's mouth moved from her breasts to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that were more like bruises than any sign of affection. His tongue darted out to taste her fear-laced sweat, and he groaned with satisfaction. Her body trembled beneath him.
Han Jiang and I took our places at her sides, holding her down as she began to thrash again. Joon Woo looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've got this," he murmured, his hand moving to guide his thick member to her trembling entrance. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt him press against her, the head of his cock parting her folds. She was so wet, whether from fear or arousal, we couldn't tell. But we knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I grabbed both her wrists, my grip firm but gentle, watching as she tried to pull away.
Joon Woo took his time, savoring every second of her resistance and with one swift motion, he lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed in. She was tight, so much tighter than any of the Japanese girls we had been with before. And then, with a sudden gasp, he hit something that made her body jolt.
Her eyes squeezed shut as he broke through her hymen, a tear escaping down her cheek. She was a virgin. Joon Woo didn't miss a beat, taunting her “you saved your cherry for your white boyfriend huh”, shooting an evil smirk at the white boy tied to the chair. “Not anymore hahaha!” He began to pump into her, his movements frantic and powerful, his face a mask of pure pleasure. He was lost in the moment, his hips moving like a piston as he claimed her innocence.
Her muffled screams grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she tried to get away. But we had her pinned down, her legs spread wide, and there was nowhere for her to go. We watched, transfixed, as our friend took her innocence, her cries only serving to fuel his desire. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
And then, with a roar, Joon Woo came. He pulled out just in time to cover her face in a hot spray of cum, the white liquid standing out starkly against her flushed skin. Her eyes went wide with shock and disgust, but we knew that this was just the beginning.
After a moment of catching his breath, Joon Woo climbed off the bed, his cock still hard and glistening.
"I muttered my turn," I said, my voice low and filled with lust.
As Joon Woo stepped aside, I took his place, my cock standing tall and ready. I positioned myself between her legs, her pussy glistening with a mix of her juices and Joon Woo's cum. She had stopped struggling, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and fear. Her body was trembling, but she lay still, seemingly resigned to her fate.
Entering her missionary style, I felt the warm embrace of her tight, wet pussy. She was so small, so delicate compared to us, but she had taken Joon Woo's cock with surprising ease. I pushed in slowly, watching her eyes widen even further as she felt me fill her completely. Her muscles clenched around me, trying to push me out, but it was too late for that now.
Her body squirmed beneath me as I began to move, my hips grinding into hers in a slow, steady rhythm. Her cries of protest grew muffled as I took one of her breasts in my mouth, biting down gently on her nipple. The taste of her skin, the feel of her heart racing beneath my teeth, it was all so exhilarating. My hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, pale skin.
But then, an even more devious thought entered my mind. I looked over at Han Jiang, and by the glint in his eye, I knew he was thinking the same thing. We had to make this moment even more humiliating for her boyfriend. Without saying a word, we flipped her over onto her stomach. Her face was now pressed into the pillow, and her ass was in the air, the perfect angle for what was about to come next.
Her boyfriend's eyes grew wide with horror as he watched me line up my cock with her slick, abused pussy. I grabbed her hips and with one powerful thrust, I entered her from behind. She let out a muffled scream into the pillow, her body jolting from the sudden change in position. The feeling of her tightness was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but pump into her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
"Look at him," Joon Woo hissed in her ear, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up. Her eyes were filled with despair as she met her boyfriend's gaze, the reality of what was happening too much to bear. His own eyes were wet with tears, his body straining against his bonds as he watched me take her from behind.
With each powerful thrust, my balls slapped against her ass, leaving a wet sound that filled the room. Her cries grew louder, and she tried to push herself into the mattress to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go. Joon Woo held her head still, making sure she couldn't look away from the sight of her own degradation. Her cheeks were stained with tears and cum, a stark reminder of what she had become.
Her boyfriend's blush deepened as he stared at her, his eyes flickering between us with a mix of anger and arousal. We noticed the tent in his pants growing, and Han Jiang couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like our little English boy is enjoying the show,"
Han Jiang slapped the boyfriend's cheek, the sound ringing through the room like a slap in a silent film. The English boy's eyes watered, but the bulge in his pants grew. The girl's eyes darted between us and her lover, filled with a new kind of fear. She tried to plead through her gag, but the only sounds she could make were muffled moans and squeaks.
I increased my tempo, my hips slamming into her, each thrust punctuated by the sound of our bodies connecting. Her whimpers grew louder, and her eyes squeezed shut tighter, but she remained eerily still. I felt my own climax building, my balls tightening with the promise of release. "I'm not going to my cum before I'm deep inside you," I murmured into her ear, my breath hot against her neck.
She shivered at my words, and I knew she heard me, despite the gag. With one final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, feeling her tightness clench around me. And as I did, I came, filling her up with my seed. She bucked and writhed beneath me, her muffled moans vibrating through the room. I held still, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her, savoring the feeling of victory and dominance.
Pulling out, I stepped aside, and Han Jiang wasted no time taking my place. He was grinning like a hyena, his cock standing tall and proud. He leaned in close to her, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You get to choose. Do you want my cock in your mouth, or should I take your tight little asshole?"
Her eyes widened, and she tried to shake her head, but it was no use. The gag kept her protests at bay. I could see the conflict in her eyes – the fear of the unknown versus the horror of what she had just endured. Finally, with a resigned look, she nodded towards her mouth, her eyes pleading for anything but more pain. Han Jiang's smile grew even wider. He ripped the gag from her mouth, tossing it aside. She gulped in a mouthful of air, her eyes watering, and then opened her mouth obediently.
He stepped closer, his cock still slick with precum and the juices of her pussy. He placed it against her lips, and she closed her eyes, her body tense.
Slowly, she took him in, her tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned as she began to bob her head, her mouth tight and hot around his shaft. The English boyfriend's eyes were glued to the sight, his own cock straining against his pants, his cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal. It was a sight to behold – his girlfriend, her mouth full of another man's cock, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
Joon Woo stepped closer, his own cock hard again. He took her by the hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Make it good for him," he growled. "Or I'll take your ass next." Her eyes darted to me, searching for a reprieve. But I just smirked, stroking my cock, which was already starting to harden again. The look on her face was priceless – a mix of terror and desperation that only added to the thrill of the moment.
Han Jiang's hips began to move, thrusting into her mouth, his hand tight on the back of her head. Her eyes watered as she choked and gagged, trying to keep up with his pace. But she managed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off. As he approached climax, his grip grew even tighter, and she knew what was coming. She tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum, bracing herself for the inevitable. And then it came, hot and thick, flooding her mouth. He grunted with pleasure, holding her head still as he emptied his balls into her. She had no choice but to swallow, the muscles in her throat working overtime to keep up with the onslaught.
When Han Jiang was done, he pulled out with a smug smile, his cock glistening with her saliva. She gagged, the taste of his cum coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Before she could recover, Joon Woo stepped forward, his own cock standing at full attention. He looked down at her, a twisted smile on his face.
"Now," he said, his voice low and menacing, "it's time for you to apologize to your boyfriend."
Her eyes shot up to Joon Woo's, wide with terror, but he just smirked, nodding towards the bound, weeping boy. She understood the unspoken command, and with trembling legs, she slid off the bed. She stumbled over to her boyfriend, who was now crying openly, his eyes pleading with her. Joon Woo watched with a cruel smile as she sank to her knees in front of him.
Her trembling hands reached for his zipper, the metal teeth seemingly mocking her with every shake of her hand. With a deep breath, she finally managed to unzip his pants. His cock sprang out, already hard despite his fear and humiliation. The sight of it only made me more eager to watch her degrade herself even further.
With a sigh, she leaned in, her mouth open slightly. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his, filled with a mix of pity and anger. The English boy's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, but she didn't stop. She sucked him off with a passion that was almost convincing, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she tried to ignore the taste of her own tears.
But all the while, she was acutely aware of Joon Woo's presence behind her. His cock was pressing against her asshole, the tip teasing her tight ring of muscle. She knew what was coming and she tried to brace herself, but she was already so filled with fear and pain that she wasn't sure she could take much more.
As she continued to suck on her boyfriend's cock, Joon Woo's lubed-up thumb began to circle her anus, pushing gently but insistently. She flinched but didn't pull away, knowing it would only make it worse if she did. She felt him push the tip of his thumb inside her, and she gagged around her boyfriend's shaft as he penetrated her in a place she had never been touched before.
Her eyes watered as Joon Woo worked her ass, stretching her out for his cock. Her boyfriend was oblivious, lost in his own world of pleasure and pain, his hips jerking as she tried to keep up with his rhythm. Then, without warning, Han Jiang stepped forward and slapped him across the face, hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Look at her," Han Jiang snarled. "Look at what we're doing to her."
The English boy's eyes snapped open as Joon Woo thrust into her, his cock disappearing into her ass with a wet, obscene sound that seemed to echo through the room. The girl's eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of agony as Joon Woo's hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to watch her own violation. She tried to muffle her cries with her boyfriend's cock, but it was too much for her.
Her mouth was full of the bitter taste of his cum as she felt Joon Woo's cock slam into her again and again. The boyfriend's eyes grew wide with shock and horror, his own orgasmic pleasure turned to guilt as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.
And then it happened. Joon Woo's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucked, and she felt his hot, sticky seed fill her ass. She moaned around her boyfriend's cock, the pain and degradation overwhelming her, but she couldn't help the wave of disgust that washed over her.
Withdrawing, Joon Woo stepped aside, giving me and Han Jiang the signal to take over. We looked at each other, our eyes gleaming with a shared understanding. This was our chance to leave our own mark on her before letting them go.
We grabbed the girl by the arms and dragged her to the center of the bed. Her legs were already spread from Joon Woo's assault, and she offered little resistance, the fight drained from her. We positioned her so that she was on all fours, her round ass in the air, still stretched from his thick cock.
Her boyfriend's eyes went wide with horror as he took in the sight of us preparing to take her together. The reality of the situation seemed to hit him like a truck, his own cock now limp with guilt. Joon Woo stepped back and nodded to us, his grip on the English boy's shoulders tightening as he whispered something that made him whimper.
Without wasting another second, Han Jiang and I positioned ourselves on either side of the trembling girl. She looked at us with a mix of anger and desperation, her eyes begging for mercy we had no intention of giving. I lined up my cock with her pussy, still wet and stretched from Joon Woo's use, and pushed in as Han Jiang did the same with her asshole.
We started moving in unison, our bodies forming a depraved sandwich with her in the middle. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, Joon Woo held the boyfriend down, his face a mask of amusement as he watched us take her. The English boy's eyes were squeezed shut, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to ignore the horror of what was happening to the girl he loved.
Her pussy was so tight around my cock, squeezing me like a vice with each thrust, while Han Jiang's grunts grew louder as he fucked her ass. She was sobbing around my cock, her eyes glazed over with pain and fear. I reached around and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard as I pumped into her. The sight of her being used like this, the sounds of our flesh slapping together, it was all so fucking hot.
We had been going at it for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only minutes. Joon Woo's grip on the English boy never wavered, his eyes locked onto the scene in front of him as if he was watching the most intense porn of his life. The boyfriend was in shock, his body rigid as he tried to process the horror of what was happening.
Han Jiang and I continued to fuck her in rhythm, our hips slapping against her ass as we took turns filling her pussy and ass. Her sobs had turned into a low, keening wail that was music to our ears.
Finally, we couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, I emptied my balls deep inside her, feeling her body spasm around my cock. At the same time, Han Jiang shot his load into her ass, his own grunts of pleasure joining the cacophony of depraved sounds in the room.
When we were done, we pulled out, leaving her trembling and spent on the bed. She collapsed face down, her legs still spread, and the evidence of our conquest staining the bed sheets beneath her. Joon Woo let go of the boyfriend, who slumped back onto the chair, defeated and broken.
We cleaned ourselves up, wiping the sweat and cum from our bodies with her long blonde hair. The English boy stared at us, his eyes hollow, his breathing shallow. He had seen the worst of us, and there was nothing he could do but accept it. The girl didn't move, her body wracked with silent sobs, her dignity shattered.
Joon Woo leaned down, one hand caressing her ravaged ass, he whispered something in her ear that made her tremble even more. "If either of you tell anyone about this," he said, his voice low and threatening, "we'll make sure you're both sold to the highest bidder in the Middle East."
We grabbed our things, the camcorder's red light still blinking, a silent witness to the night's events. We had our trophy – the footage that would live on in the deepest parts of every porn site we can find.
We left the apartment as we had found it. The English boy was still bound to the chair, his face a portrait of shock and despair, but we knew he wouldn't tell a soul.
Several weeks later, the city of Tokyo had returned to its usual bustle, and the memory of that fateful night had become a twisted badge of pride among us. We were the 3 Musketeers of the East, and we had proven ourselves once again. But as the days turned into weeks, the thrill began to wear off, and we found ourselves craving a new challenge.
It was then that fate delivered a fresh opportunity to our doorstep, or rather, to our shores. An American naval warship, the USS Nimitz, had docked in the harbor, and with it came a bevy of female sailors dressed in crisp whites that made our cocks stir with anticipation. Their confidence and discipline were a stark contrast to the timid Japanese girls we had grown accustomed to. They were ripe for the taking, and we were more than ready to claim our next trophy.
