That Fucking Belt

I did as he asked, there was no point in being awkward. I stood there in front of him. "Reckon ah'll have muh belt back now." Once again although I'd won the belt fair and square, it was pointless resisting. So without a word of protest, I undid the belt. I reached out my hand to give it back to him. "Yew took it off. Yew cain put it back own." Meekly I went across and threaded it through the loops around the top of his jeans, and started to fasten the buckle.

"Doan bother dewing thet up darlin'; yew cain start unfastenin' muh fly. Yew said ma pants would cum down, an' now yew're goin' to be proved right."

One thing I haven't mentioned yet was that from the time I stood up in the van there was one guy flashing away with a camera, every time I moved he took a picture of me. Now, I was really in a fix, and a fucking was almost a done deal.

I figured why get the hell beat out of me, too. I might just as well do what they want and get it over with. I knelt down in front of him and undid his jeans, lowering them down and lifting his prick out of his pants. I stroked it and pulled gently, and then put my mouth to work, soon getting him to full erection. By now, I was being undressed by guys from all angles. My tits were being sucked, and my cunt was being squeezed.

They laid me on the floor and Burt mounted me pushing his fat prick hard up inside my pussy. He jammed it in being as brutal as he could. Since my hole was still wet from the big guy's fingering, Burt slid in easily, and in different circumstances, I might have loved it.

He only fucked me for about a minute, and when he could tell this wasn't hurting me, he pulled out and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at a better angle to his prong. My poor pussy had already been working overtime, due to being savagely fingered, so while he'd been fucking my cunt, my juices built up from before had been running out and down across my asshole. Realizing that would get him by my tight starfish, he rammed his now wet and slimy prick up into my hershey highway, hoping to make me scream. But coated with my thick cunt juice his johnson slid up kinda easily, and he had no choice left but to start fucking. He'd hardly got started before someone was shouting something at him.

"Come own Burt, we all want a turn at her. Yew cain see she's taking that wiener dick o' yorn too damn easy. Yew get own yer back an' we'll lower her ownto yew, thet wey ah can ram her hot cunt. With two at wunce, we'll see ef she still finds thut a turn-own."

With that Burt pulled out, two guys grabbed my legs, and two more grabbed my arms. They hauled me up in the air, still facing up. Burt got on the floor on his back and I was lowered down so he could get his prick stuck deep into my now stretched brown pucker.

Burt then took hold of my arms holding me down, not that it was necessary; I had decided resistance wasn't an option. Now the guy who'd told Burt that he wanted a turn in my twat was getting into position. He forced his prick up my slot, and he like Burt was certainly not using any finesse. He rammed his somewhat larger shaft in as if he were trying to be as brutal as possible.

Now I'm not a slut, and I'd never before had more than one man at a time. But I do like sex, and I've never found but one man up to now, that ever gave me more than I could take.

On the contrary, I usually lay there after sex wishing my partner would suddenly get a new lease on life and fuck me again like he really meant it. So, although these guys appeared to be trying to be rough, the only thing at all uncomfortable so far was the unaccustomed stretching I was getting, because I'd never up until that time experienced two men at the same time. Yet, after the initial light pain, even this double team approach began to press all the right buttons, and the harder they banged away, the more I liked it.

Guys were pushing pricks to my mouth from both sides, and I was sucking them all in turn. Other guys were sucking on my nipples, and the whole experience just became something else. Suddenly, it was like being a kid at your birthday party, with all your favourite foods along with presents, too. In the process, I had lost all sense of shame or inhibitions. As the guy up my velvet tunnel was ready to cum, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.

While he was doing that, someone else took his place and my sweet puss was once again hot into some action. Now this went on for at least an hour, and I came more times than I can remember. I had jizz shot up my ass, my twat, and down my throat. All the guys had had their turn, some were going at it more than once. The guy with the camera only stopped taking pictures while he was having his turn at me. How many pictures he'd taken I don't know, but it must have been quite a few.

Eventually, with limp dicks all around, they'd had all they wanted of me, and I was told not to be such a pig-headed bitch again, or they'd give me another hardass gangbang. Although what these needle-dicked motherfuckers knew about hardcore gangbanging was an unsolved mystery to me. First time out, I could easily see them for the empty frauds they all were.

Whatever; the truck started up and we were moving again. While we drove, I cleaned myself up with some tissues and wipes, and got dressed, but they kept my thong as a souvenir. The truck barely stopped and I was shoved out the door like a sack of yesterday's garbage. The door slammed and off they raced back down the road.

I realized that I was back in the parking lot behind the roadhouse. Peeling myself off the pavement, dirty but unhurt, I went in through a back door. I made my way straight to the ladies room, to check myself over. When I got done with all I could do to straighten myself up, I made my way back to the main bar, where I found my boyfriend still playing pool.

As soon as he saw me, he threw down his stick and stormed towards me at full speed. As he reached me, he grabbed my arm half dragging me through the bar and out into one of the hallways, away from the main crowd. "What in the fuckin' hell have you been doin'? It's all over the saloon that you put your furry little snatch up for a bet. Well; is it true?"

"It wasn't like that."

"Wasn't like what? Ya either did, or ya didn't, they also reckon that yuh won that porno belt that guy wears. Well; did ya?"

"Well yes, I did."

"Ya did. Fucking aye, I'll bet that pissed him off. I can't wait to see his face when he sees me wearing it. Where is it?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you."

"What the Sam hill are ya saying gal? You've either got the belt, or ya don't!"

"Yes, I won it. But when the lights went out, they took me out to their van and they raped me."

"And the belt?"

"They took that back."

"Those lowdown cheatin' bastards. That belt wuz worth a small fortune."

"Didn't you hear what I said? They gang raped me! And all you can think about is that fucking belt!?"

"Well I've goddamned told ya hundreds of times, yuh dress like a ho, an' what the hell can yuh expect. But if yuh won that belt, the shit-heel sombitches have no right to steal it back. Still and all, I don't think it's worth starting a donnybrook over, it was too damned fancy anyway."

"So you're not going to do anything about me being raped?"

"What's to do? It's over and done with now, and ya don't look any the worse for wear. I wouldn't mind betting yuh friggin' egged them on anyway. I'm going back to finish my game. I'll see yuh when its time to go home. It's still a goddamned shame about that belt; I'd have liked to wear that, just to see his face."

With that he turned and went back into the pool room. What could I do, I went back into the bar, hauled my well-fucked ass up onto a stool, got a drink, and listened to the band. Sitting there I was very conscious of people looking at me, and I assumed they had all heard about my bet, and that was what they were talking about. But with all eyes on me, it was more than difficult, knowing that I had no panties on and my every move perched on the tall bar stool was precarious.

Nevertheless, I sat there up on display till my boyfriend came back at the end of the evening to take me home.

That evening his total concern was apparently confined to the loss of the belt that he now considered was rightfully his. Go figure. You'd have thought that he'd won the son of a bitch himself. My rape was not even mentioned again, and he still had his usual fuck before going to sleep. Too bad I hadn't caught cooties to give him.

The next day as he took off for work, he was still griping about losing that motherfucking belt. When I asked what time he'd be home, he said, "Doan'no, I'm goin' straight to the roadhouse after work with the crew, I'll see ya down there."

"I'll see ya when you get home. I'll give the bar scene a break for tonight; I've got housework to catch up on."

"Suit yourself. See ya when I get back."

And just like that he was long gone. I thought, Self-centered prick, but what else is new?

I went to work that morning as usual. Some of the guys there had heard about my bet. They were all jabbing me about my cutting this guy from Craigsville down to size, and I didn't correct them by telling them how he'd raped me. I figured under the circumstances, the less people that knew, the better.

When I got home from work I set to get all the washing into the machine, and then do general tidying up and cleaning. By 8:00 I was plumb tuckered out, but our place now looked more like a home than a bomb site. I went upstairs to take a shower, and thought I'd slip into a nightie, get into bed, and watch a movie. I'd just walked out of the shower, into the bedroom, when I could see some headlights coming up our driveway.

That driveway was maybe about 100 yards long, and led to an area in front of the house big enough to park up to somewhere around ten pickups. The headlights coming up our driveway were from not one, but from a convoy of trucks and vans, as it turned out. The leading one I recognized as my boyfriend's truck, but there were at least six more trucks following him.

The first thing that came to mind was that damned belt. I thought even though he'd said it wasn't worth starting a war over, like most men he'd changed his mind. Six or seven trucks meant at least twenty plus guys. He'd obviously rounded up the whole crew together. It was unusual for all the guys to be out like this, it must be some special event.

He'd pissed and moaned about the loss of his belt, maybe until it had become a major pride issue. Could be that he was now coming home to collect his baseball bat, or even worse his .357!

As the trucks all screeched to a stop, I'd expected him to jump out and come running in for whatever weapons he'd decided on using. Instead, as I looked out, all the guys were getting out of their trucks, and heading for the house. This got my attention, and for a moment I wondered what the hell was happening, but I didn't have long to wait to find out.

I heard the front door open, and the boyfriend shout. "Where are you honey?"

"I'm upstairs, give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be down."

"Don't bother, we're coming up."

"But honey, I'm not dressed for guests. Just give me a few seconds."

But I could hear them all clumping up the stairs, and the general atmosphere told me that they were already sloshed with booze.

I ran towards the bedroom door with the intention of locking it. My boyfriend got to the door before me, punching it open, and storming in followed by all his friends. As he walked over in front of me, he held out his hand with what looked like a spread-out pack of cards. He threw them in the air and they floated down like confetti.

Without picking one up, I could tell instantly that they were photos of me from the night before.

"So you were raped, were ya? Do these look like someone who's being raped?"

"But..."

"But nothing. Yewww fuckin' slut. Yuh're just a fuckin' ho. You fuckin' asked for everythin' you got, and ya went along with the dirty bastards. Yeww let them fuck yew every way possible, an' then went back fer more. Well, we'rrre gonna teach you a fuckin' lesson yuh won't forgit in a hurry. If yew think yuh got fucked last night, then yuh'd better think again, cuz tonight yer gonna get a real fuckin'."

He drunkenly slurred his words so the redneck twang came out. In those same words there was also an anger and fierceness that twisted his face and spread into his pained bloodshot eyes that I'd never seen before.

Now as I have said about the previous night, I knew I couldn't stop them, and there was no point in getting a beating. It was for sure and for certain I was going to get fucked that night, so I just went along with it. There was another thing that my ol' daddy had taught me that applied here; he'd always said for every situation, you can make it either a positive or a negative. Along those lines sometimes the best policy is simply to shut up and play the hand you're dealt the best you can even if you're holding shitty cards.

This practical attitude had gotten me through the previous night's ordeal, without it becoming a major trauma. It looked like this next night would be no better, so I resigned myself to going along with the action.

They looked as though they too were going to make sure they got a visual record of all the action at my expense. There were two guys with video cameras, and one guy taking stills. I stood there with just my bath robe on. I was totally naked underneath. "Git that shit suckin' robe off, and git yourself up on the bed with yore legs spread wide." Came the instruction from my now ex-boyfriend really feeling his firewater now. With a shrug, I unfastened the belt that was tied around my waist, and dropped the bath robe straight to the floor.

I calmly walked across to the bed, climbed into the middle, and laid back with my legs bent high and spread wide open. As soon as my legs went up, there was near riot. The men lunged in from all around the bed. Like the previous night's experience, they showed no sign of love or romance. They were out to abuse hell out of me, and abuse they did.

The details of what happened when, or what happened first, are all a blur. But there were over 20 men, and I was fucked relentlessly for the next 3 solid hours. They delighted in shooting their cum in my face, and I dutifully sucked cocks one right after another the entire time I was being fucked. At one point they took turns pumping their slimy cream into a glass until they'd filled it about half way. When they gave it to me. I didn't need a roadmap. I immediately drank it down in one long swallow, without having to be forced.

Some of the men started leaving, while others were still banging away at my well used hole. I even noticed one or two additional men arriving well-after the whole thing had started. When they had all finished, there were about ten men still sitting around talking. At that time, the dogs in one of the guy's trucks parked in the yard were disturbed by some of the other guys leaving. The fella whose dogs were barking went to the window and yelled for them to shut up.

This simple action must have suggested a new idea to another guy's hooch fogged brain. I saw him make a sudden bee-line for where my ex was sitting and say something I couldn't hear. After that my ex got up and said, "Hal, go get a coupla your dawgs and bring them in here. Their always tryin' to hump ma leg when we're out huntin'. Let's see what they can do with this bitch. We ain't gonna have use for her again, so it don't matter if they fuck her up, or not."

I realized right then in spite of my natural shock, smart gal that I am, that he was really going to get those dogs upstairs to fuck me! But, as before, I decided resistance was futile.

In truth, I'd seen pictures of girls with dogs, and had always wondered what it would feel like. I was soon going to find out up close and very personally, as these big hunting dogs came bounding into the bedroom.

I won't say anymore about the next hour or so, but what I will say is, that as some of the guys were about to leave, one decided he'd piss all over me as a final insult, and this led to at least six others doing the same.

The last of the men left at about 2:00 in the morning, at which point my ex, gathered all my clothes out of the closets, and threw them and everything else I owned out of the window. He said I was lucky he wasn't throwing me out with them. He said I could sleep downstairs in the kitchen with the dogs, but to make sure I'd left his house before he got up.

I did have to bed down with our own dogs, but thankfully our three dogs we had were bitches. And by the time he'd gotten up I was ancient history; sold my car for cash and was riding the bus with all I could carry to the next state.

This experience didn't do me any lasting sexual harm. But it demonstrates that if a man can't wear you as jewellery, to show off to others, then he can't stand anyone else having you. In that case, he'll even go so far as to want to destroy you.

It's now some years later. Don't you worry about this kid. My ol' daddy taught me to be a true survivor. Today I am far away from anyone who knew me back when, happily married to a loving man, with four kids, and still occasionally get stared at by men. Thank you very much.

But, I have no illusions left even about my loving husband. Because now I know the boundaries that a woman dares not cross, if she wants to keep her man happy. Remember ladies: It's not enough to be cleverer than the man, to beat any and all of them in the game of life you also need to be wiser, and that wisdom unfortunately only comes with hard won experience.

Just in case any one is feeling worried about what effect that kind of experience would have on the mental state of the poor young lady. I can assure you that the above was pure fiction, and not based on any real person or place.

Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com I would also like to acknowledge the much appreciated help give by Redbaron, who edit this story and gave it a genuine American flavour. :" Edited by Redbaron719".

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