Just serving some drinks on a tray
When a hand on her ass gave the poor girl a fright
Which made her drinks wobble and sway.
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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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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against Nobody in the QF-3 match
- Theme: First Come First Served
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The Bumming of Leanne McGrue
Leanne was at work in the bar one dark night
Just serving some drinks on a tray
When a hand on her ass gave the poor girl a fright
Which made her drinks wobble and sway.
The tray tipped and fell with a violent crash
As the hand moved round under her skirt
Sticky cocktails all sprayed on the floor in a splash
While her butt was pinched hard till it hurt.
She turned in a rage to the handsy old skunk
Who still had his hand on her rear
“Get your hands off me, you horrible drunk!”
She yelled, as he slurped on his beer.
Her boss was a nasty old pervert called Buck
And he yelled from his dingy back room,
“Leanne, you better had clean up that muck!”
“OK,” she yelled back, “Where’s the broom?”
“There’s no broom, and no mop, and not even a cloth,”
He replied, limping into the joint.
“But you better clean up,” he declared in his wrath
And he raised up his cane so’s to point.
“B-but what can I use?” asked Leanne, quite nonplussed.
She was new, her experience scanty,
And then Buck, with a face all contorted with lust,
Said, “Young girl, better take off your panties!”
She gulped and turned pale at this nasty request.
But she needed this job, no mistake.
Though quite a nice girl she was sluttily dressed.
Because Buck had so ordered (the snake!)
What to do? Though the order was clearly improper,
Disobey, she’d be out on her ear!
She had no other choice but to reach for that mopper
Which was currently wrapped round her rear.
Stepping further away from the dirty old clown
She started to lower her undies
Though the poor lass was sure that she’d not live this down
No, not in a whole month of Sundays.
She wiggled her hips as she worked the elastic,
Trying not to look sexy, and failing.
For her figure was curvy, her buns quite fantastic:
A body that cried out for nailing.
The panties slid down and then fell to the floor -
Every eye in the house, red and bleary,
Was affixed on the mortified girl, not a whore,
Just a terrified girl, scared and teary.
Then, biting her lip, she got down on her knees
And attempted to sponge up the spill.
With this tiniest snippet of cloth, ‘twas no breeze,
This difficult task to fulfil.
She’d soak through her panties in seconds of course,
And then wring them out into a glass,
But then mop again using double the force,
And unconsciously wiggle her ass.
Every man in the joint had his eyes on Leanne
And the floozies were watching her too,
But none as intent as old Buck, nasty man,
A villainous wretch through and through.
As she scrubbed, Leanne’s top was so very low-cut,
That her breasts nearly spilled out completely,
And her skirt was so short that her pretty round butt
Could be glimpsed as she wiggled so sweetly.
The one thought on everyone’s mind then was “RAPE!”
Though Leanne was quite surely oblivious
Or else she would surely have sought to escape
From a fate so impure and lascivious.
And now raising his cane ‘neath the hem of her skirt,
That smutty old barkeep named Buck,
Exposed Leanne’s peachy young buttocks, so pert,
Which he wanted so keenly to fuck.
As they craned, leaned ,and leered, and stretched, and reclined,
The barflies and slobs all aound
Could enjoy both the shape of Leanne’s sweet behind
And her hairless and plump pubic mound.
Her pussy lips, rudely exposed to the stare
Of twenty-some slobbering scum
Were defenceless and rosy and totally bare
To say nothing at all of her bum.
The customers gloated and leered at Leanne,
As her ass swayed voluptuously
And Buck was beginning to come up with a plan
To make use of the poor girl for free.
"Let's see," said Old Glory, a raddled old whore,
As she raised one stiletto-shod foot
While oblivious Leanne still worked on the floor,
And offered a target so cute.
Glory was always real tight, in cahoots,
With the roughest and toughest of men
At a signal two lowered their big workmen's boots
On Leanne's scrubbing fingers, so then -
The poor girl was suddenly pinned to the floor,
Her fingers all painfully pressed!
She yelped and tugged hard, it was terribly sore,
But all that popped free was one breast.
Now Max stood astride the poor struggling lass,
(With his bum leg not easy to do)
And between his legs pinioned her shapely young ass,
Delighting his whole vicious crew.
Aiming her shoe-spike at Leanne's winking hole,
Glory laughed and said, "What a sweet pucker!"
And forced her stiletto right into the goal
Commencing to anally fuck her.
Cruel laughter rang out as Leanne wailed and cried
When she felt the spike enter her tush.
With only an inch pushed unkindly inside
She squealed at each pitiless push.
"Keep still," said Old Glory, a smirk on her lips,
"Or I'll rip your ass open, you slut!"
So Leanne had to try to keep still with her hips
As the stiletto stabbed into her butt.
Deeper and deeper and more painful still,
Inch by inch the sadistical raping
Continued, with everyone loving the thrill,
Save Leanne, with no chance of escaping.
And at last, Glory's sole touched the small of her back,
With the heel jabbed full six inches deep.
Glory pulled out, but then thrust it right back,
To the laughter of each leering creep.
In and out! In and out! With the sharpest of pain!
Leanne's perfect asshole was screwed.
Till the victim was dazed, driven partly insane,
Each time she felt Glory intrude.
When her anus was red from the vicious, sick thrusts
Glory pulled her shoe out of that bum-ring.
And to laughter that came in the heartiest gusts,
Said, "It looks like I just stepping in something!"
If the victim had thought this the end of her pain
She was more than a little naive:
As Buck now positioned the tip of his cane:
For this bitch there would be no reprieve.
The tip of the stick was a thick rubber cap -
"See how deep you can go!" laughed Old Glory.
And as Buck gave each buttock a hard, stinging slap,
Leanne heard him sing "That's Amore!"
Three inches! Then six! And then nine! And then twelve!
The cane was shoved into her anus.
In a strangely erotic but barbarous delve
At once comic and sexual and heinous.
When Buck started a-twisting his stick in her bowels,
Poor Leanne screamed for all she was worth,
But the customers laughed at her sobs and her howls.
Her agony fuelling their mirth.
"Enough of this, lads!" declared horrible Buck,
"Her guts have been sounded completely!"
"Now let's see if this cute little rapetoy can suck!
And I'm warning you, cunt, do it sweetly!"
If Leanne had imagined her cock-sucking skill
Would be tried, she was soon disenchanted:
For the task she was forced now to meekly fulfil
Was much grosser, no mercy was granted.
First Glory's sharp heel was pressed into her face,
So her tongue could lick clean every smear.
A horrid, degrading and nasty disgrace,
Her mouth filled with "essence of rear."
Then the cane, that had plunged one foot deep in her ass,
Was pressed to her lips for a cleaning.
The slobbering job she performed was first-class,
Though sordid and truly demeaning.
All of this was mere prelude, the rape took all night,
As everyone wanted their turn.
First one cock then the next was rammed hard out of sight,
Till Leanne's rectum started to burn.
"What a rape! What a gape! Come on, make the cunt suffer!"
As a laughing Old Glory observed,
"Don't hold back! Tear her up! You can all be much rougher!
Declared Buck. "This is first cum, first served!"
With her rectum awash with a litre of cum,
Reamed by fifty hard rapists, approx.,
Poor Leanne limped away with a sore, oozing bum,
Mouth filthy from cleaning men's cocks.
She wept as she thought of the rape she'd endured,
And her hand caressed down her skirt's front.
"Spit-roasted and ravished and savagely skewered,
And not one of them once touched my cunt!"
