This young woman had a rough day at work, and so she went to her favorite beach, not knowing a horny, perverted guy wanted a taste of her. He succeeded, and she was scarred for life because of the assault. See her experience in Abusedteenagers.com.
# Bikini Model Gang-Rape (Part 1)
She should’ve known better, but she listened to her stupid boyfriend.
It seemed so easy: on their trip to Columbia, he’d pick up a couple of
ounces of coke from a guy he knew and they’d just smuggle it home and
party it up back in San Diego. It was supposed to be so easy. Staci’s
parents, both doctors, had sprung for the trip for her 18th birthday.
They were proud of their daughter, she’d just graduated form high
school and was just indexing to model bikinis for a local swim wear
company – and she had the look: long, straight, blonde past the middle
of her back, blue eyes, a very pretty face, nice full tits, slender
legs, and a perfect little ass – she could go far modeling – and the
money was good, but the work was not real steady and Steve, her
boyfriend, pretty much just surfed and hung-out. So her parents
thoughtit would be good for Staci to visit another culture and to see
some of the pre-Columbian ruins and artifacts strewn throughout the
region and hopefully spark her interest in going to college. Well,
Steve had other ideas, ideas Staci liked too as they took off for their
two weeks. They spent a few days in Bogota, but then they checked out
of their hotel and headed into the mountains south of the city, to a
little mountain village where Steve’s friend Paulo lived. Everything
went as planned: they met Steve’s friend, and stayed with him for a
couple of days, then they bought the coke, 2 ounces of absolutely pure
cocaine for $200. Incredible. They packed it into balloons and Staci
went into the other room and unbuttoned her faded, cut-off “Daisy-May”
short-shorts, let them fall around her ankles, slipped her little white
g-string down, and inserted both balloons deep into her pussy. It felt
kind of good slipping in, a deep tingly sensation like having a huge
dick inside her but without being sexually stimulated; she liked it. As
they drove away, back towards Bogota, they waved goodbye to Paulo and
the little village. They planned to spend the rest of their last week
in the Capital, sight seeing and doing up lines. About ten miles from
the outskirts of the city as they bumped along the rutted road in the
damp tropical heat they saw a road block up ahead. They looked like
government troops. Staci looked nervous as she brushed some wet blonde
hair from her face. Two guys in military jungle fatigues holding
machine guns stood in the road. Steve stopped the car. They approached
on both sides. Staci stared straight ahead as the guard on her side
walked around the vehicle. Steve handed the guard at his window their
passports and the papers showing the car to be a rental. The guard
looked at the papers and into the car at Steve and Staci, then he
yelled in Spanish and pointed the machine gun at them, other men jumped
off the trucks and pointed their machine guns at the car, Steve and
Staci froze in panic. The guard screamed and waved his gun, motioning
them out of the car. They both held their hands out to show themselves
unarmed and tried to get out of the car. As Steve opened his door the
guard lunged and struck him sharply on the head with his machine gun,
then swiftly kicked Steve in the face. Steve was still dangling in the
car as the guard grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out of the car
and violently kicked Steve in the ribs, rolling him onto his back.
Steve begged as Staci screamed and sobbed. Two guards directed her to
the hood of the car where she stood shaking and holding her face as
tears streamed down. There was still a lot of commotion and screaming
and gun pointing as Steve remained on the ground on his back and Staci
stood motionless. Waiting. They knew they’d been caught. Paulo. An
officer stepped out from a jeep on the right side of the road. He’d
been watching the whole thing. He walked up to Steve and asked calmly
in broken English, “Where is the coca my friend?” and he smiled down at
Steve, revealing his three, gold capped, upper front teeth. Steve
belted out, “What coke? We don’t have shit.” His voice trailed away.
The officer smiled again, a sadistic smile, as he placed the sole of
his shiny, black jack-boot on Steve’s face and pressed down hard and
grinding. “Where is the coca?” Steve indexed to scream as his face
bruised and began to bleed under the pressure. “You Americanos come
here and think you can do what you please, raping my country and my
people, I will show you.” And he stomped down on Steve’s chest knocking
the wind out of him. He turned and faced Staci who stood terrorized. As
the officer indexed over to where she stood she began to back up
slowly. Two steps back and the strong hands of guards clamped down on
her arms and held her firm. The officer smiled as he approached, his
gold teeth glimmering. She struggled, twisting and jerking to get free,
but the guards held her tight. Steve rolled onto his hands and knees
and watched in pain. The officer shouted something in Spanish and the
guards forced Staci to the ground, two more guards ran over. She
screamed for help, as they held her down and ripped the buttons on her
shorts open and pulled them off her. Staci struggled in the dirt as the
four guards held her down. The officer pulled his shiny steel knife
from its sheath and Staci stopped struggling and screaming as she
watched the blade glint in the sun. Steve tried to get up but a guard
struck him with the butt of his rifle from behind and knock him to the
ground again, where he could only watch, helpless. The officer knelt
down by Staci’s waist. She lay motionless, watching the blade. The
officer enjoying her fear, gently placed the razor-sharp tip on her
smooth, tender neck. She swallowed. He ran the tip between her tits. He
said something in Spanish and there was a nervous laughter. He ran the
blade down to her tan stomach, and across her tight hard muscles, down
to her pelvis, where he drew the blade across the pelvic bones which
protruded slightly, and back up to the elastic strap of her white
g-string, where, with a quick flick, he cut the elastic. The cut strap
revealed her very white tan lines from her bikini. Staci began to beg.
“No, no please stop. We’ll leave. No please.” She clenched as the
officer cut the other elastic band. She indexed to cry as he took the
point of the blade and lifted her panties away revealing her pussy. Her
dark tan lines contrasted sharply with her white skin where her light
brown pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into a little strip. Her
pussy lips were shaved completely. The officer said something else in
Spanish and the guards spread Staci’s legs wide open. She continued to
sob as he took his knife and ran it through her muff and down to her
pussy lips, he ran the long, sharpened edge down her inner thigh as if
shaving her and said, “Shave very nice, no.” He said something else in
Spanish to another wave of nervous laughter. Then he plunged the knife
violently down into the soil between her legs and Staci screamed as all
the guards laughed and Steve watched. Staci could only watch as the
officer stuck two dirty fingers from his right hand into her mouth and
rubbed them on her tongue . He smiled as she gagged and struggled and
twisted. Then he pulled them out of her mouth and inserted then into
her pussy. She cried, “No, no, please.” The officer said something in
Spanish as he felt around inside her, she could feel his fingers
probing inside her, moving the balloons around. He was enjoying this.
Then he pulled one of the balloons out of Staci’s widespread snatch. He
sniffed it and examined the balloon before handing it to another guard,
who smiled as he held it and watched. The officer slipped his fingers
back inside Staci, in past his knuckles, she could feel his big hand
stretching her as he took his time violating her, before he smiled and
pulled the second balloon out. He handed the second balloon to the
guard and he said something in Spanish as he indexed to undo his pants.
Staci indexed to scream again and fight but the guards held her firmly
to the ground. She was pinned and helpless as his belt buckle fell open
and he indexed to undo his fly. He shouted something and two guards
drug Steve over to where he could watch clearly. They both held the
barrels of their guns to his head. The officer said, “If you move, they
will shoot you.” Steve watched as the officer pulled his hard prick out
of his pants and climbed on top of Staci. She screamed and struggled as
she felt his rigid rod beginning to penetrate. It hurt as he rammed it
inside and indexed to fuck her. She cried as he looked down at her, his
bad breath blowing onto her face, his meaningless words in time with
each violating trust. His dirty tongue licked her face and ear, she
turned her face away but he kept groaning and grunting on top of her
until he finally jammed his big prick all the way inside her and came.
He twitched and groaned as his cum flooded her violated hole. Staci
looked up at him with hatred as he smiled down, she could see his gold
caps and rotting teeth, his pitted and pocked greasy face. He pulled
his spent, cum covered cock out of her and flopped it back into his
pants, and did them up. He stood up and, as he walked away, he said
something in Spanish. The other 10 men from the detachment whooped and
hollered and shouted in Spanish as they surrounded Staci. Steve lay
helpless on the ground, a boot in his back and two guns to his head as
he watched 14 soldiers gang-rape his girlfriend. Four guys held her
down as the others took turns raping her. They ripped her t-shirt off
and groped and pulled at her snow white tits and hard little nipples as
guy after guy got between her legs and fucked her. The officer’s cum
lubricated her tight little pussy so each soldier got a nice juicy hole
to wildly fuck as they traded-off, each enjoying her. Staci stopped
struggling after the 5th or 6th guy had fucked her, but they still held
her tight. There was a frenzy around her; hands rubbed and pulled and
pinched, she felt guy after guy climb on top of her, his weight
pressing down as he found her raped pussy, and penetrated. Fucking her
hard, she could feel their cocks inside her, filling her, violating
her, she could feel their heavy balls slapping her ass, their stubbled,
dirty faces smiling down at her, saying things in Spanish, pounding and
pounding, their awful breath as they panted and gasped, and just after
they would cum they would pull out and let some other dirty soldier
find her hole and fuck her. Soldier after soldier took his turn again
and again. Steve tried to close his eyes but the guards made him watch.
He watched as each of the soldiers finally climbed between Staci’s
widespread legs and fucked her until they pumped their cum deep inside
her pussy. Staci could feel the cum fill her cunt. She felt looser and
sloppier with each guy. She could feel the cum being forced out of her
pussy as each new cock pushed in; it bubbled and farted as it seeped
out and ran down over her asshole and smeared between her legs until
she was a gooey, sticky, cum soaked mess as each guy’s cock slipped in
and out of her. The soldiers didn’t care, they each wanted to have a
chance to cum inside a white American bitch, especially a beautiful,
long-haired blonde, big-titted white girl just like the American
magazines they jack-off to. Finally it was over, as the last guy
grunted and grimaced as he pumped his load inside her well fucked and
cum draining cunt. Steve could hear the sloppy pussy farts over where
he lay and watched as the last guy pulled his ten-inch tool from
Staci’s completely stretched and splattered, gang-raped hole. ***
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