Forced Submission Bundle 2 (Forced Submission #4-6)(15)

Striking out with all the strength I have, I backhand him across his face. He’s stunned for a second, and it’s just enough time for me to try to make it out of the driver's seat again.

When I get to the door, I reach for the handle. At that moment, the door opens. Porter, who raped me in the alley, stands there with a wicked smile on his face. His scar is menacing in the shadows, but it’s his size that’s most intimidating.

“Trying to escape already? Dante hasn’t even had his turn.” He reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my dark hair, and my mouth opens in shock.

“Help!” I manage to scream just as Dante grabs me by the arms, pulling me back into the van and onto the mattress.

I see Porter get in the cab of the van and adjust the mirror so he’s looking back at us. “Fuck her good and hard, Dante. I wanna hear that cunt smacking.”



I’m face down on the mattress when I feel Dante’s weight on top of me. He grabs my hair, tilting my head to the side, exposing my face.

“This first one is gonna be quick, but the second one is gonna take some time. I think I need both of your sweet holes before we get to the cabin.”

I close my eyes tightly, not giving him any kind of response. He can try to take it from me, but I won’t go easy. I’m a fighter, and I won’t go down without a struggle, but I’m starting to think they like the fight.

His hard cock presses firmly against my ass, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. When he moves to undo his jeans, I take my opening and elbow him hard in the chest, kicking out at his thigh at the same time.

Just as I start to pull away, Dante is on me again, this time flipping me onto my back and pinning my arms above my head. “Looks like our little witch wants to play rough.”

I hear Porter laugh from the front seat, mumbling something about Dante not being able to handle me, as he starts to drive away from the bar. It makes me mad that Dante got a hold of me so easily, and I lean up, trying to bite him.

“Oh no, no, no. Only we get to do the biting,” Dante says as he ties my hands together and secures them to the floor of the van. They must have had all this set up before they grabbed me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I start to bite him again when he leans over me to finish binding me, but he grabs my jaw. He takes my underwear out of his pocket and stuffs it into my mouth. He keeps my panties in there, using another small piece of rope to secure them, tying it over my mouth and around the back of my head. I can taste my own desire on my underwear, and the thought makes me shut my eyes tightly for just a second.

My legs are still free, so when Dante sits up, I kick out, landing another blow to his thigh. Both men laugh as Dante pulls rope from the ceiling of the van and ties off my knees, spreading my body wide open. I’m now stretched out with my legs as far apart as possible, my breasts ripped out of the top of my dress, and my lower half completely bare.

I breathe hard and try to scream obscenities through the underwear in my mouth. Dante takes his rock-hard cock out and smiles down at me.

“You’re gonna get me off good. Do you hear me? You wanna fight me like that then I’m gonna f*ck you hard and get what I need.”

He doesn’t bother taking off any of his clothes, just opens his jeans and pushes them down to his thighs as he moves between my open legs.

There’s no gentle coaxing or hesitant caressing. He takes his huge dick and stuffs it inside me hard and fast. I’m so wet from my earlier forced orgasm, and Porter’s cum, that he slides in without so much as a flinch of resistance. It’s as if my body wants him there, and as much as the thought angers me, my * clenches with need.





4





Dante





Thrusting inside her wet cunt makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. She’s so tight that my thick cock barely has room. Porter’s cum from earlier squeezes out with every thrust, and it makes me want to fill her up with mine too.

“I want you to cum on my cock. I want you to know you got off to me raping your cunt.”

I reach between us and pinch her clit, seeing her back bow off the mattress at the touch. Well, she moves as much as she can right now, being tied like she is.

Porter and I have been wanting to do something like this for a long time. Neither of us really wanted to admit our desires, but the more we planned, the better it sounded.

“Come on, Sabrina. I saw how easy your slutty cunt came on Porter’s face. I know you wanna pop that * on my fat dick. You wouldn't be in a bar all alone and dressed like a whore if you didn’t want some cock. It’s okay to admit it.”

She shakes her head from side to side, telling me no. I’m sure she’d have some choice words for me right now if her mouth wasn’t stuffed full of her panties.

“You say no, but this sweet honey pot is gripping me so good.” I throw my head back and thrust hard, pinching her clit again. Her pulses are pulling my cum from me a little at a time, and I can’t hold out much longer. I press down on her clit, rubbing it with my thumb, and I feel her body start to tense up. After just another couple of strokes, she starts to scream against her panties, cumming on my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Let go and squirt all over me.” Her arms and legs lock up, and she shouts her orgasm into the rocking van. I thrust hard one last time, holding my dick inside her cunt, hitting her cervix as I fill up her body to the point of overflow. Her cum, mine and even some of Porter’s, runs out of her * and down the crack of her ass.