Darcey's Destruction

Ch 3 - The Warehouse - No Escape

"Much better." Lisa said, but didn't move. "Scott, cut her hands free." Scott grabbed a small saw from the toolbox, and then began sawing at Darcey's bonds. Darcey stayed still, afraid the saw would nip her skin, but he managed to cut through the rope without cutting her. She instinctively started to move to cover her breasts and privates, but quickly changed course and put her hands at her side. "Now you are getting it." Lisa said. "Joe and Tom, since you had to help out for a bit, you are up first." Darcey trembled as the two men stepped out of the group. "Undress. Tom, let's start with you on your back on the pallet. Our little whore here can mount you. Joe, you fuck her ass from behind. Don't be nice, and put her in her place like the piece of shit she is."

Darcey wanted to scream, to protest more, but she held her tongue. Her sobbing was deep now, coming from her stomach. She trembled. Exposed, humiliated, and at the mercy of these monsters. Tom, now naked and quite erect, strode over to her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her roughly and firmly to the pallet. He sat down on it and then laid back. Joe came up behind her and slapped her ass hard. He pushed her forward on to Tom. Tom chuckled as she fell onto him, grabbing her tits. She could tell he was hungry for this. "Get up and get on my cock." He said.

She put one knee on the stack of boxes, then the other. The top of the boxes were about 2 or 3 feet high, or somewhere in between. She straddled Tom. Before settling down on his manhood, she looked him the eyes and whispered "Please don't. Please help." She hoped he would fold for a damsel in distress. "Get me out of here and I'll do anything you want for a week." Would the bribe work?

She got her answer a split second later when his open handed slap smacked into the left side of her head. It was as much a hit as a slap, slamming into her ear, jaw, and entire side of her face. She dizzied for a moment and her ear was ringing. "Shut up whore." Tom snarled. He reached to her ass to pull her into position. Darcey felt Joe's dick rubbing her crack and one of his hands spreading her cheeks.

"Scott, why don't you grab some grease from the toolbox so Joe can lube our little whore's ass up." Lisa said.

Grease!? Darcey thought. Oh my god. While Joe probed against her asshole, spanking her ass hard enough that it stung, Tom entered her vagina from below. He didn't jam it in quickly, but wasn't slow or gentle either. Darcey gasped as his manhood, average in size, penetrated her. She heard Ron grunt, and knew he wanted to yell out, but he didn't want either of them to get maimed. Stay quiet my love. This will be over soon enough.

She felt a finger rub her sphincter, along with the feeling of the grease being applied. The finger entered her, a sensation she wasn't totally foreign too, but this was unwelcome. Tom slapped her ass hard. "Keep riding bitch." He said, continuing to spank with one hand and grab her hair and neck with the other. She felt Joe's cock press against her hole again, and his hands spread her cheeks. He pushed into her ass, which wasn't ready for an invasion of this size, grease or not. Her ass resisted the intrusion, having not been properly loosened, but she knew her needs or pain were not in consideration here. She just needed to survive.

She cried as he went in all the way, her ass on fire. The grease lubed, but it was thick and goopy and not meant for this. She hoped she wouldn't get sick from it poisoning her bloodstream. Once he was all the way in, he slapped her ass and began thrusting. Her ass still rebelled, but he didn't care. He quickly picked up speed and began pounding her, slapping her cheeks, pinching it, and pulling her head back by her hair. Any other time she would have loved for Ron to do any of these things to her. The other men began cheering, while Lisa slowly walked around the scene taking it all in. Tom grabbed her neck, choking hard, and with his other hand slapped her tits hard and pinched her nipples.

"Move faster slut." Lisa said, slapping Darcey's ass herself. "Don't make these tired men do all the work." Darcey didn't want to risk her or Ron getting hit again, or losing body parts, so she complied. She thrust backwards and forwards, her tits smacking into Tom's face, who motorboated them and even bit them when they were close enough to his mouth. The entire sensation was brutal. Both holes filled, four hands slapping, pinching, and choking her, sometimes more when Lisa randomly joined in. How long would this go on? She wasn't crying right now, having submitted to what was happening.

"Jeff, Corey, Kevin, you are up." Lisa said. "Kevin, you get her mouth so get up there and make it work. I want her gagging. Jeff and Corey you each get one of her hands." The three men quickly moved out of the crowd, undressing as they did so. They let out hoots of excitement as they moved into position. Kevin had the hardest time getting in place, having to sort of kneel on one knee on the boxes so as not to have his balls over Tom's face. "Take it in your mouth whore." Lisa said. "Get busy and show me some enthusiasm." She had walked back to Ron, scissors held up menacingly. Darcey quickly took Kevin's very large and erect cock in her mouth. He was a gross man, quite hairy and nearly obese. He smelled awful, his pubes seemingly having never been trimmed. Cock, hair, and odor assaulted her and she nearly gagged. Joe and Tom had not stopped, and when she wasn't moving enough for them they let her know it with slaps to her ass or face, both of which stung. Joe squeezed her ass hard, digging his fingernails in. Darcey moaned on Kevin's cock but didn't dare stop. Jeff and Corey had moved to her left and right. It was going to be difficult to reach them, but she took each of their cocks in her hands, just barely.

"Stroke them, slut!" Lisa shouted over the music. "You aren't just keeping them warm." Darcey began stroking, but she had fallen forward onto Tom without her hands to support her. Her tits were smashed into his face, and it was hard to suck Kevin properly. Kevin picked up on this and took her head in his hands and began pounding her face vigorously, smashing the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn't let up. She began retching on his cock, but still he drilled, her gags obviously turning him on. Her hands slowed as she was getting dizzy and her throat and stomach were convulsing. "Keep those hands going whore. I don't care if you suffocate. I'll make it worse I promise." Lisa left Ron again and did another circuit around Darcey and the pallet, kneeling down to get a good look at Joe pounding her ass.

Darcey heard Tom start grunting, and she knew what was about to happen. Kevin wasn't gagging her with every thrust now, maybe just one out of five or so, but he would occasionally thump her face hard and smack her face. He also began grunting. The disgusting man had no endurance. At least he would be finished quickly. She definitely didn't want his vile load in her mouth though. It didn't matter as a few seconds later she felt his warm fluid ooze down her throat as he spasmed. At about the same time, she felt Tom tense and knew he was depositing his own load deep inside her. She cried, the sounds muffled by Kevin's cock. Please don't let me get pregnant from these monsters. Ron was snipped, but she doubted any of these guys were.

Lisa walked over to the side of the pallet where Darcey's head was. "Ok, let's switch it up. Tom get out, Kevin get down. Joe you go to her mouth so she can taste her own ass. Jeff you get her ass now, and Corey you take Tom's place. Steve and Jake, you get her hands." Darcey lifted up on her legs so Tom could slide out. A bustle of activity followed as the two new men moved to her hands, and Joe switched from her ass to Kevin's former spot at her mouth. She felt more grease get put on her ass and felt Jeff slide into her. Corey had worked his way under her, awkwardly, but wasted no time thrusting up into her. Corey had been one of their friends, and Darcey never thought of him as mean or someone who could do this. Apparently the temptation was too much, and the normally timid man was too taken by lust to care about friendship.

Corey wasn't as mean as Tom had been. He played with Darcey's tits, sucking and licking them. She knew they were amazing and the men were always looking at them. I really was showing off like a slut. She thought to herself. Fuck! The five men grunted as Darcey took them all in, stroking with her hands, sucking and being face fucked. Joe's cock was still slick with the industrial grease he had put in her ass, and it tasted horrible. She nearly puked from that alone. Jeff was pounding her ass hard, slapping and bouncing off it with each thrust, laughing as he did so and calling her bitch, slut, and whore. He pulled out, then went all the way back in, repeating this about a dozen times, making her ass gape and probably loving the view, before going back to pounding her hard. Darcey grunted, having a hard time breathing. She sweated from the exertion and her heart was racing from the non-stop stroking, sucking, and rocking back and forth. She could hear Ron crying quietly, all the while Lisa walked around, kneeling, leaning over, and getting close looks at all the action. She would sometimes slap or smack Darcey's face, ass, or tits.

Darcey heard Jeff grunt as he too finished, unloading deep in her ass. Lisa told Steve to take his place, and did so eagerly, entering her ass brutally. He wasted no time trying to see how hard and fast he could fuck her, his spanks keeping pace with his thrusts, each one harder than the one before it. Darcey felt throbbing pain in a dozen or more places. Bleeding from her nose and lips, her face throbbing. She noted her holes were not on fire anymore. Don't betray me body, she thought. This is not pleasure! This is rape and an atrocity. Steve grunted, having not lasted nearly as long in her ass as he did in her hand. He finished himself on her right ass cheek, thumping his cock on her to get the last few drops out, then he moved away. She never heard Corey as he came, only his own spasms and the feeling of fluid letting her know he had finished. She sucked Joe harder hoping to get him to finish so she could be done with this. She was successful, but not without a price. Joe pulled her on to his cock, bottoming out on the back of her throat. She gagged as he deposited his load, never letting her breathe. When he was done he slapped her hard across the face. "I always thought you were a bitch." He slapped her again as he said that and then moved away.

There were two men left by Darcey's count. Jake came from her hand job, which brought some relief to Darcey. What was taking so long for the others to get into place? Why did she care? Probably because she just wanted this over with.

All five men she was currently servicing had finished. "Three left." Darcey said. "Everyone up. Let's get her on her back. I want her head hanging off the edge of the pallet. Bill, that's yours. Scott, straddle her and fuck her tits."

Darcey was sure there wasn't a third. Lisa's plan became apparent though as she motioned for two of the spent men to cut Ron free. "Bring him over here. He can get sloppy seconds, or 10ths or whatever we are up to." She smiled wickedly as she said this.

He protested as he was dragged over. Lisa began undoing Ron's pants as Darcey was rolled on to her back and pulled to the edge of the pallet, her head roughly tilted down. The world was upside down now. Bill approached her and Darcey lost sight of Ron and Lisa as he grabbed her face and rammed his cock in. He grabbed her neck with both hands and slammed her throat, his balls dragging across her forehead and nose with each thrust. Scott had made his way on top of her. She couldn't see him, but felt him straddle her as he roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing them around his cock. He began thrusting earnestly, obviously enjoying himself. These guys are all losers. She thought. This is the ultimate fantasy for them.

She heard Lisa speak up. "You are hard Ronnie boy!" Lisa laughed. "You liked watching your wife get gang-raped?"

"Darcey's eyes teared up, and not just from the gagging on Bill's throat. "I'm a lesbian," Lisa said, "but I know you've fantasized about fucking me. Your wife probably has too. I'm going to help just a small part of your dreams come true since you are enjoying this so much. Hey whore!" She shouted. "I'm giving your man a hand job while he watches you get raped. What do you think about that?"

Darcey didn't respond, focusing on not puking from Bill's relentless pounding of her throat, the only relief coming when he occasionally pulled out to thump her with his cock. Scott was pinching her nipples as he pounded her tits.

She heard Ron complaining, but a short bit later felt hands spread her legs apart. "Get up there Ronnie." Lisa said. "Fuck your little whore wife good and hard, or I'm cutting something off...of her."

She felt Ron climb up. His hands were still bound, but he eventually got in to place on his knees between her legs. "Here, I'll guide you in Ronnie." Lisa said. She felt the tip of Ron's cock on her clit. Lisa rubbed it up and down a few times before easing Ron in. Ron went in slow, trying to be nice, but that was pointless by now.

"Fuck her hard." Lisa said commandingly. Ron began thrusting. "Harder!" She heard Lisa shout. All Darcey could see were inner thighs, balls, and taint. When would this man cum??? Ron picked up the pace, pounding harder, and she could hear him crying. She saw Lisa's legs pass her left side out of the corner of her vision, then her right, and knew Lisa was walking around again. At this time Scott started grunting, fucking her tits frenetically, squeezing them even harder than he had been. A few seconds later she felt the warmth of his fluid sliding from the top of her tits down on to her throat. Finally, Bill started grunting, and thrusting deeper and faster. His load filled her mouth a few seconds later, but he came, and came, and came. It took her a few swallows to get it all down. Darcey imagined the man had a lot of pent up semen as he was ugly as hell, mean, and not exactly going on lots of dates.

That left only Ron.

"Well, everyone has cum but Ron I think, but I see Tom is hard again, and so is Corey! Not surprised by you Tom, but shy little Corey here wants more." Lisa moved to Darcey's head, taking it in her hands. She spit on Lisa's face. "How are you liking this Ms. Darcey? I've heard having all your holes filled is a very unique and pleasurable feeling. Did we hurt you too much though? Awww." Lisa slapped Darcey's face, and then slapped both of her tits. "These really are marvelous. Maybe I should get some. I mean, mine are pretty nice but I must admit I've always been jealous of yours." Darcey felt her pinch her nipples, tugging them up. She moaned, then caught herself.

"Ok, let's get Ron, Corey, and Tom into a new position. What should we do. Hmmm." Lisa looked around. "Bill, lower the winch back down."

No! Darcey screamed in her mind. Not that again.

In short order she was once again bound to the winch hook, but this time Lisa had the men bind her torso with straps, and the hook was attached around the middle of her back. She was suspended in the air. Lisa tied her ankles and then bound them to the hook as well. She was basically hog tied while suspended. The straps and rope dug into her. Ron was crying softly as he looked at her. Darcey's body screamed in pain as the bonds dug into her flesh.

"Now this is a sight." Lisa said as she walked around her. "Let's see how far we can make her swing!" Darcey panicked as men surrounded her and they began swinging her on the winch. She picked up speed, soaring down the aisle, back and forth. She was getting very close to the racks, and had no way to absorb an impact. As she swung, sobbing, the group below laughed and jeered. Every time a few kept her swinging, someone would slap a boob or her ass or even her face.

"Ok, that's good. " Lisa said. "Lower her down." One of the men began lowering the winch. "A little more." Lisa said. "Ok, stop." She walked up to Darcey and began spinning her instead of swinging her. She laughed as she did so. When Lisa finally stopped her by grabbing her hair, Darcey was dizzy, in pain, and delirious. "Ok, this one will be tricky. Ron will fuck her cunt. Corey, you get her ass, and Ron can get a nice view of yours." Lisa and all the men laughed at this, while Ron's face showed fear. Tom, you have her face. We will make her swing a little bit to pleasure your cocks. Get over here Ron. Don't be slow or guess what?" Lisa had pliers in her hands, and she put them on Darcey's nipple, squeezing firmly. Darcey screamed. It hadn't been hard enough to do damage, but it had hurt.

"Stop!" Ron shouted, moving as fast as he could in his condition, hands still bound. Lisa spun Darcey around so her ass was facing Ron.

"Ok, we need to lower her enough so Ron can fuck her from his knees. Corey, you'll have to stand and straddle her ass. In that position it will be really tight so grab the grease. Tom, you have the easiest job, but don't be nice. I want you to make her puke."

The three men got into position. Darcey's head was grabbed roughly and a cock stuffed in her mouth. Tom didn't wait for the others to get in before he got started on her face. He was loving this. The other two didn't have it so easy. Ron got in easily, as Lisa maneuvered Darcey onto him since his hands were still tied. Corey had the trickiest position, and he had to spread her cheeks quite a bit due to her position. Her posture meant her butt was clenched tight. Corey took a slap of grease and fingered her asshole with it, going in and out several times before wiping the remainder on her left cheek. He gave her two good slaps and then slowly entered her ass. Oh Corey, you were always the nice and shy one, Darcey lamented. What made you do this?

Once they were all inside her, Lisa stepped up and began swinging Darcey slowly back and forth. It worked well for Tom and Ron, their cocks sliding slowly in and out of her mouth and vagina with each motion back and forth. She almost felt like she was being passed between them. For Corey, though, it mainly just moved his cock back and forth in her ass, so he began thrusting.

"Don't turn your head Ron!" Lisa suddenly interjected. "I want you to get a good look at Corey's ass. This isn't about you, but about me." Darcey didn't hear anything else, but she assumed Ron complied. "Ok, let's finish this up." Lisa said. She grabbed Darcey by her hair to stop her from swinging. "Tom, Corey, Ron, I want you three to fuck her like your lives depend on it. Especially you Ronnie unless you want me to squash one of her nipples." Lisa made a circuit around them as the three men suddenly started pumping into her three holes. Corey especially was going hard, panting with exertion as he did so, trying to do as Lisa said and make her gag and puke. Darcey was gagging like crazy, her stomach convulsing. Every now and then he would stop and let her spit out some bile, and then go back to drilling her trying to make her produce more.

The position of her ass made for a tight squeeze that never really loosened up. She was straining, the pain of the bonds still settling in, but oddly that had become subdued as something else began to creep through her body. Darcey realized with horror that she was feeling pleasure. No, no, no. I don't like this. I don't I don't I don't!!! Why am I feeling this?

"Everyone else, let's torture this bitch. I want everyone slapping, spanking, pinching, and hair pulling. Don't do any permanent damage but I want her to go home with some souvenirs." Lisa herself took one of Darcey's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and began pinching, rolling it as she did so. The rest of the men descended quickly, clawing at her other breast, grabbing her hair, slapping and scratching her back and legs. A couple men got below her and began sucking and biting her tits as Lisa stood up and walked around them all again. One man began vigorously fingering her clit as the other three pounded her.

It was all so much sensation. Pain, and now pleasure. Darcey felt it building. She knew she was going to have an orgasm, but she couldn't let them know. Couldn't let Lisa know.

And then it happened.

Waves of pleasure rolled through her. She did everything she could not to react. She closed her eyes and just let it happen, and was actually thankful for Tom's cock in her mouth. She moaned but it would probably come off as trying not to gag, and her choking and near puking helped cover up her body's reaction. She felt Ron pull out.

"I didn't say you could pull out Ronnie boy." Lisa said, walking towards him with the pliers.

"I came!" He said quickly, shame in his voice.

"Oh! Good boy. You are still hard though. Did you really finish in her?" Lisa asked, not convinced.

"It always takes me a bit to get soft again." Ron replied. He said nothing more.

"Ok boys, I have a date to get to." Lisa said. "Finish up and let's close shop." Lisa walked around Darcey, kneeling, standing, leaning over her. She was really inspecting everything. The other men continued to lick and suck her tits, spank her, and scratch her. One man had taken his belt off and began whipping her. Darcey couldn't help it, crying out as much as she could with a dick in her mouth. Even in her post orgasm glow, the pain from the belt was sharp and intense, and it snapped her to attention. Tom and Corey began pounding her like rabbits going at it, Tom grabbing her head firmly and holding it in place as he hit the back of her throat with each thrust. Darcey was gagging, but didn't try to pull her head away. Finally, she heard both of them start grunting, even Corey, and they came within a few seconds of each other. Tom's load spilled down her throat, and Corey pumped deep into her ass, giving each cheek a good slap as he pulled out.

"Ok, everyone get dressed and let's close up. We can leave these two to take care of themselves. Darcey and Ronnie, just so you don't get any ideas. These glasses I have on are AR glasses, and I recorded all of this. You can turn us in, but this video will get released on the Dark Web. It would certainly get distributed, and I will make sure that if anything happens to anyone who was here tonight that everyone you know in your lives, including your children, are constantly spammed with clips of it." Suddenly Lisa's constant walking around and looking at everything made so much more sense.

A couple minutes later, everyone was gone but Darcey and Ron. Darcey heard the warehouse door slam and the lights went off, only the dim night lights offering illumination, which wasn't much. Ron was sobbing as he walked over to her. "I'm so sorry baby." He said, tears coming down. "We'll make sure they pay."

"Just untie me Ron. We need to get out of here." To her surprise, her voice was steel. She was ready to leave and not be suspended anymore. "We'll figure this out once we are out of here. Don't do anything but get me out of here."

"Ok." He said, still crying lightly. It took him awhile to get his hands loose, but without the threat of violence he was able to do so, grinding the rope against a saw in the toolbox, slowly, until he was able to pull the rope free. He lowered the winch to the ground, and Darcey's breath caught slightly as her stomach and breasts touched down on the cold concrete floor. No longer restricted, blood rushed to her ankles, legs, and hands. Ron grabbed the scissors and began cutting her loose.

She stood up, legs trembling, every hole throbbing. She looked at herself as she dressed, skipping the underwear and just doing the bare minimum to be decent enough to get home. Her shirt was ripped, so she just tied it over her tits for now. She was covered in scratches and cuts, and could already see some bruises forming. It would be awhile before she could show any skin again, and she hadn't even looked at her face yet. She knew that was in bad shape.

Ron began to say something, but Darcey shushed him. "Just get me home. I need to clean this grease and their stuff out of me now. I don't want to talk about anything right now."

"Ok." Ron said, blinking back tears. He too was in rough shape, having been hit hard several times. They should both probably go to the hospital, but Darcey needed to consider what Lisa had said.

"We need to go to the police right now though." Ron said, anger in his voice. "If we wait too long they will wonder why."

"Shut the fuck up." Darcey said. "I said I don't want to talk about it right now. We are not going to the police right now. We will figure this out but I just want to go home and get in the tub."

Ron didn't say anything in return, just nodding. They left the warehouse through the side door. No words were spoken as they drove home, shocked from the ordeal. Questions assaulted Darcey's mind, but she made a point of not trying to rationalize anything for now.