The Girl – Book 1 – Chapter 02

— “Are you searching for something little one?” — She heard a voice

— “Yeah. I lost a phone somewhere in this alley” — She said

— “You lost a phone? Is that right?” — The man said, and she realized it’s the voice of one of the men. Hank. — “And what were you doing in this alley?” — He said approaching from the shadows — “It’s a dangerous neighbourhood.”

— “I was …” — She started to say but fear just blocked her throat. She could not say a word.

She started to back up from the man, only to be caught by the other man. She span back to see who was behind her.

— “Hi, Lilly” — said Sam with a evil grin.

At the same time Hank grabbed her, catching her whole torso and arms with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. He lifted her off the ground with ease, as she tried to fight and kicked forcefully. Sam pulled a knife and placed it just in front of her eyes.

— “Stop fighting, or I will open you up like a can of sardines.” — He said. She stopped.

Hank pulled her to the side of the alley, where there were some old looking door. All three of them entered what looked like a back of an car workshop and closed the door behind them. Hank then threw Lilly to the ground.

— “Stupid bitch. You should have not come back here.” — he said.

— “Yeah, girl. We will mess you up real good this time” — said Sam.

— “Please.” — She started to beg — “Please no. Please let me go.”

Hank approached her, lifted her face with his hand in a compassionate motion, as she looked into his eyes. And then he slapped her hard across the face, making her land again on the hard concrete. He then grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her across the room saying:

— “You are a worthless piece of meat. You don’t have the right to beg.”

As he pulled her, she tried her best to move on her hands and knees to not being dragged on the harsh concrete. Finally he thrown her back onto the floor. He then took a bottom part of a old car seat, and thrown in to the ground beside her.

— “Lay on it.”

She softly sobbed on the ground, but didn’t move. The man was clearly angry. He took some pliers from the bench. He walked up to her, sat on her belly, lain his huge hand on her torso, and with ease held her in place. He then placed the pliers on her nipple. She tried to fight him, but he was way too strong. Even when she hit his hand it didn’t move an inch.

— “Please! No!” — She cried — “I will do whatever you want. I will get on the thing.” — she begged — “Please don’t hurt me! I’ll obey!”

— “Oh, yes you will!” — he shouted into her face, crashing her nipple in the pliers.

She screamed like hell. The pain was intense.

— “Will you be a good girl?” — he asked when she calmed down.

— “Yes! Yes, sir.” — She said, afraid he will hurt her again. — “I will be a good girl, sir.”

Hank released her nipple and stood up.

— “Good” — he said — “Now, get on the seat.”

She did as she as told this time. She crawled to the cushion and laid herself over it, with her head on the ground, and her ass sticking up in the air.

— “No.” — she heard — “On your back.”

She turned herself, and laid on her back. Only her body was supported by the seat, and her ass was hanging from one side, and her head from the other. She placed her legs on the floor, modestly keeping her knees together. She strained her head to keep it up to look at the two men. They were standing there looking at her body with hunger in their eyes. Both of them slipped off the top of their working overalls. One had a shirt underneath, and the other had a white wife-beater. Both men looked the age of her parents. Or maybe older. It was hard to say, because her parents were intellectuals, office workers, and these guys were strong, hard working, car mechanics. She never felt so small with anybody. Each of their hands was the size of her scull. They had grease stains on their hands, and cloths, Sam had thick leather belt with some tools, and both of them had heavy black shoes. She remembered these shoes quite well from their last encounter.

— “Spread ’em” — Sam barked at her.

It was humiliating, but she obeyed. She spread her legs. In this position, she was fully exposed, apart from her pink thin panties. Sam thought exactly that, as he approached her with some scissors and cut the nice panties off of her. Now they could see her hairless crotch.

— “Nice. Now, lift your dress.”

She lifted her one-piece dress all the way above her chest. She was so humiliated by the fact she was exposing herself to these men in this lewd manner, she hanged her head backwards, not to look into their eyes. Hank used this opportunity and knelt in front of her face. He unzipped his working trousers, and took out his huge dick.

— “Missed having your jaw dislocated?” — He said with a smile. — “Open up, sweetie.”

She hesitated for a second, and he pinched her nipples. Immediately she opened her mouth, and he directed his penis with his hand into the hot orifice. She placed a lot of things in her mouth, but nothing even comparable to that cock. She didn’t gag, and relaxed her throat, but every time this monster of a dick went deep, it was cutting off all the air. She tried to push on his legs with both hands, but to no avail. The man was too strong and heavy, and she felt like her hands are just pushing at a wall.

As she concentrated on breathing through her nose whenever she could, she heard Sam unbuckle his wide belt. He knelt between her legs, and took out his dick. He parted her pussy lips with one hand and placed his cock at the her entrance and pushed at it.

— “The slut’s wet”

That was true.