"Rule of Law" Chapter 2
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...continues from "Rule of Law" ch.1 - click here to start there...
She turned and tried to run, knowing that she couldn't fight men of
this size; both of them towered above her by a foot or more. When one
of them grabbed her hair and dragged her to a halt, her eyes flew
across the set towards the producer seeking his help. But the look of
smug satisfaction on his face told her all that she needed to know. It
was in that look that Jennifer finally understood how stupid she'd been
to get herself into this situation. She knew that the price she would
have to pay for that stupidity was going to be a high one, but even she
didn't realise just how high.
"Noooo", she wailed. It was a cry of desperation that was cut off
abruptly as the arm went round her neck. His hand seized her buttocks
and she felt herself hoisted easily into the air. In front of her, the
second man slipped out of his clothes with a practised ease and turned
towards her.
"Oh god, no", thought Jennifer as she caught sight his cock for the
first time. They're really going to do it. It was the biggest cock
she'd ever seen, a rod of hardened steel and she began to scream,
kicking out at him desperately with both legs in a vain attempt to keep
him at bay.
"Help me", she screamed, "for god's sake, somebody help me." Only
nobody was listening. Around her she could sense the array of cameras
closing in like a pack of hungry wolves, and only yards away the
audience was on its feet, they were actually cheering. Jennifer couldn't
believe the words of encouragement they were screaming at her
attackers.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
It was a nightmare. The arm tightened further and she could feel his
breath, hot on the back of her neck as his other hand mauled her
breasts. For a second he held her out in front of him, a clear and open
invitation.
"Okay", Jennifer heard his voice growling in her ear. "Stick the bitch
now, and stick her good."
Her body arched backwards, trying to twist away as her rapist moved
between her legs. The surprised nature of the attack on her had been
deliberate. Her cunt was dry and unreceptive and it took him several
violent attempts before he forced his way into her body. It hurt like
hell, and his deep, animal grunts of satisfaction were drowned out by
the inhuman quality of her howling voice as he hammered that steel rod
into her. Even as her mouth opened to scream again, the pain became too
much to bear. Her eyes rolled white in her head and she lost
consciousness. For a few seconds the screaming faded, before her eyes
fluttered weakly, and opened again. Even unconsciousness was only a
temporary refuge.
"No, please no", she cried in a voice already shaking with hurt.
"Please no more, you're hurting me."
Still the audience screamed on, their twisted faces always demanding
the same thing.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
His face was swimming in front of her eyes and he was laughing as he
drove his cock into her again and again. He could feel her body
beginning to spasm with the pain of penetration, the powerful muscles
of her vaginal wall clamping around his cock merely heightened his
pleasure further.
"That's just the point Jennifer. Whores like you were made to be hurt."
The words were almost spat into her face. "And I'm only the first,
there s another six months of this still to go. You've got a busy time
ahead of you baby, now shut the fuck up and let me get on with it. If
there's one thing I really hate, it's a whining bitch."
His name was Cal. Driven on by the howling audience it took him a mere
three or four minutes of unbridled savagery to reach his climax.
Jennifer was weeping long before she felt his cock pulsing inside her
as it pumped her full of his seed. The tears that came streaming down
her face at that moment were as symptomatic of her shame as it was her
pain.
When he was done, Cal stood there for an age before he began to relax,
his throbbing cock buried to the balls inside her. Finally, to a noisy
round of applause from the audience, he slid out of her. His cock still
seemed quite hard, and from its bulbous tip trailed a long string of
cum. He looked across at his partner and grinned.
"Your turn Bud. Just hand her over and I'll take care of her while you
strip off. She's got a real tight pussy on her, virgin tight almost.
Believe me, this is one little piggy you're going to enjoy porking."
The moment Bud let go of her, Jennifer's legs buckled. She'd have hit
the floor like a sack of coal if he hadn't grabbed her hair and hauled
her back to her feet.
"No time for slacking you ungrateful little bitch, there's still an
ocean of grief waiting for you tonight. Now get over there..." With his
hand entwined in her hair, he propelled her across the set towards one
of the benches, looking back over his shoulder as he did so.
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"How do you want her Bud", he shouted. "On her back or doggy style?"
"What other way is there to fuck a bitch?" replied Bud. I'll have her
doggy fashion."
He was already naked. His cock could almost have been twin to the one
that had so recently plundered Jennifer's tight pussy. Judging by its
hardened state, it was every bit as keen to do some plundering of its
own.
It was only at this point that the first problems with the scheduling
became apparent. Having whipped the audience, not to mention the
linebackers, into a state of sexual frenzy, one of the crew now
appeared on the set and spoilt it all.
"Ladies and Gentlemen", he began. "There will now be a delay of some
fifteen minutes while we cover the trial, and subsequent display of
little Kaede Itoh in Tokyo."
It was a miscalculation. A bad one, and the guy who made the
announcement was soon forced to make a hurried retreat. There was only
one thing the audience wanted to see right now, and despite her obvious
charms it wasn't little Kaede Itoh. For a moment the mood turned ugly,
and a storm of boos and catcalls rolled across the set.
"No way", they were screaming, "fuck the bitch now, fuck the bitch now."
Bud moved towards her. He wasn't all that worried about schedule
problems; he just wanted to carry out the wishes of the audience by
burying his full measure into the dark velvet depths of Jennifer's
tight twat at the earliest opportunity. There was no way he could wait
fifteen minutes before shafting the bitch. His swollen cock was
painful, and he physically needed to have her now.
But when some of the audience tried to scramble up onto the stage even
Bud began to get nervous. Maybe they intended to do the cunt
themselves. Hurriedly the producer called in the back-up security team,
though in the end they weren't really needed.
In one of those moments that define television history, Rule of Law
found its own, unique answer to the problem in the shape of 18-year-old
Bonita Montez. A delightful shape she was too. Close to six foot tall,
the leggy Bonita, with her long blonde hair, curvy figure and tight
fitting jeans, would have stood out in any crowd. In this crowd
however, at this particular moment in time, she might as well have
sported an illuminated sign across her ample breasts flashing, "Fuck Me
Stupid", because that's exactly what they did to her.
Bonita's presence in the audience was an unexpected bonus for the
production team. As the security men moved to seal off the front of the
set, the audience turned on itself, and the first thing they saw was
Bonita. Right away, her father knew it had been a mistake to bring her
to the show. Even so, as the crowd of hard-eyed men closed in on them,
he did his best to protect his daughter. It was a futile gesture.
"This your daughter?", He was asked. Unable to answer, he just nodded.
"Okay Pops, well this is the way things are. Sweet pants here is going
to be raped." The speaker looked at the eager faces around him, and
smiled before continuing. "Sorry, she's actually going to be gang
raped, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You can watch it if
you like, hell you can even join in the fun if that's your thing. But
if you try to stop us, I'll beat you into a pulp...Capiche?"
Still he tried to stop them, but it only took one punch to send him
crashing to the floor, and with him out of the way the first hungry
hands reached out for the delightful Bonita. She began to scream, it
was something she was to do a lot in the coming hours. Realising what
was happening, several of the security team moved into the crowd with
the intention of intervening, only to be diverted by the producer. He
was a man renowned for his ability to seize the moment, and this looked
like being one of those moments. That single decision more than any
other sealed the success of the show.
"Leave them to it," the producer hissed at the guards. "Get those
cameras rolling quick as you can, and get a table out there. I don't
want them to start fucking her on the floor; we'll lose all the decent
shots if they do that. I want them humping her on a table where the
whole world can get a good look."
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The security guards were the best. Not one of the audience realised
that they were being manipulated and within thirty seconds Bonita
Montez lay struggling and screaming on the table. The instant the
producer gave them the go ahead, they held her down and turned to the
ringleaders among the audience.
"Okay guys, let's get this thing organised. We'll hold her down, you
strip her and get a queue organised. If we do this thing right, half
the audience will get a taste of this Californian peach before anyone
can stop us. Get those fucking clothes off her and lets see what she
looks like with her legs open."
They stripped her with an obscene urgency. The silk blouse came off in
seconds, the skimpy bra took them a little longer, but her jiggling
breasts made the extra effort worthwhile. Her jeans were more of a
problem, so tight that they almost had to be peeled off her, to reveal
a pair of tiny panties that did little to conceal her pussy from the
watching crowd. Within thirty seconds she was naked, and her body was
everyman's wet dream.
Peach was the perfect word to use when referring to Bonita Montez,
particularly when she was naked. Her skin was soft, warm and lightly
tanned, her flesh firm and her breasts ripe, with large pink aureolas.
Beneath those panties they discovered a neatly trimmed bush decorating
a pussy as sweet and juicy as any man could wish for.
Once more the security team took over the proceedings, easing Bonita
forward on her back until her ass was balanced on the edge of the
table. A rope was thrown across her neck, under the table and tied off
tightly. Not so tight that she'd choke, but tight enough to make her
uncomfortable should she try to move too much. A second rope tied her
wrists beneath the table in a similar manner and a third pinned her
hips. Bonita Montez was now ready to play her part in the evening's
entertainment.
"Right." The guard pointed towards the first man he saw with his
trousers round his knees. "You re first. Give her a good working over
just to loosen her up a bit. She's a well built chick so there's no
need to be too polite about it. Just fill the bitch with cum; you've
got two, maybe three minutes, so make the best of it. The rest of you
guys get in line, anyone causing trouble goes right to the back of the
queue."
The guy didn't need a second invitation, he was onto Bonita in a flash,
driving his cock into her and making her shriek. The way she took her
rape was impressive. She soon realised that she couldn't struggle too
much, so between her shrill screams she cursed whichever guy was
fucking her at the time with a vocabulary that would have made an Army
Drill Sergeant blush with embarassment. Bonita Montez was no virgin,
but she was one hell of a good lay.
Nobody knew where the blackboard suddenly appeared from, but it was
another moment of genius. Fifty-four men fucked Bonita Montez before
they called a halt to the proceedings. Big men, little men, all
classes, races and creeds lined up one behind the other and patiently
waited their turn to fuck the girl. She was well worth the wait. Though
they tried to persuade him several times, and even offered him money,
her father wasn't one of them.
By the time they called it a day Bonita had stopped screaming more than
an hour ago, though she was groaning like a whore on heat right to the
very end of her ordeal. Fifty-four ticks were on the blackboard, and
fifty-four men had ejaculated into her. Their combined cum was leaking
from her sore and swollen cunt in a steady stream, trickling down those
long, graceful legs of hers and gathering in a pool on the floor
beneath the table. They wheeled her away on a stretcher and it was the
best part of a week before she could even stand unaided, let alone
walk.
Details of the deal they reached with her father remain somewhat
sketchy to this day, but he's certainly a wealthy man, and now he fucks
his daughter rather roughly on an almost daily basis. Both of them say
that they really enjoy it.
To Be Continued...
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