Any Other Day
It started like any other day. The shrill ring of the alarm clock woke me up at 6 in the morning. As usual I lay in bed for a few minutes just getting used to the fact of being awake: frowning at the sound of birds tweeting outside my window. Eventually, I knew, I'd have to get my lazy self out of bed and down to the sports field for my early morning wake-up jog. If I left it too late I wouldn't have time to have a shower before going to my first lesson of the day. Sending a silent thank you to whatever god might be bothering to tune in to my thoughts that summer was here, I climbed out of bed into the pleasant warmth of the morning.
I yawned and stretched and padded into the bathroom to perform the ritual ablutions. With clean teeth, brushed hair, and an empty bladder I felt it was, just, possible to perhaps face the oncoming day. Back in the bedroom I peeled off my sticky pyjamas, sending out yet another silent prayer to see if something couldn't be done about the night-time humidity. Naked, I walked over to my lingerie drawer and selected a clean sports bra: an essential item for jogging if I didn't want to have my large breasts knocking me out as they bounced. A pair of white cotton panties was next on the agenda, followed by a pair of shorts. As I wriggled into the shorts I once again made the vow to cut down on the chocolate, "nah," I muttered softly, knowing my lack of will-power. Opening another drawer revealed a selection of t-shirts. I idly sorted through them, trying to select one that would match my mood, finally choosing a plain white one: it seemed appropriate as my mind seemed equally blank at the moment. A pair of cotton socks and I was almost ready - just the trainers to find. I swear those things have a life of their own: I never seem find the darned things where I'd left them. A few frantic minutes of peering under my bed and in my closet turned them up just where I expected - on top of my dressing table: how the heck had they got there? I read them the riot act as I laced them up, pointing out my waste bin to them as their next potential resting place.
All dressed and ready for jogging I left my room and squeaked my way to the lift. One of these days I was going to remember to not put the trainers on until I got in the lift. Hoping I hadn't woken anybody up I waited for the lift. The ping announcing the lifts arrival echoed down the empty corridor. Oh well, maybe it wasn't worth not wearing the trainers after all. Exiting the lift on the ground floor I made my way outside into the soft light of the morning. A brief walk later and I was at the sports field, dressed, if not ready, for my four kilometre jog.
I performed some stretching exercises, bending to touch my toes a few times, bringing my knees up to my chest. Enough, I thought, and set off at a steady pace around the track. The first 400 metres passed in a blur of brain cells waking up to work out what was happening. A little voice in the back of my head started whinging at being awake so early. Another 400 meters passed and I started feeling my muscles warm up and relax, my stride lengthened slightly, picking up the pace a bit. At the end of the first kilometre I was in a groove: arms and legs moving rhythmically, breathing easily. My mind was totally focused on the run as I pounded round the track, nothing to concern or distract me other than remembering to keep my legs going. I wasn't sure how long the sound had been going on for, but some time during my third lap, just as I was heading into the bend before the final straight, I heard a cry come from the nearby woods. My stride faltered as I looked round endeavouring to see if anything was visible. My run slowed to a jog, then a walk, head turning to pin down the direction of the noise. Apart from somewhere in the woods I couldn't tell an exact location, and since nothing was in sight at the wood's edge I had to assume it was beyond the undergrowth on the boundary. As I listened the cry faded and returned as the gentle breeze eddied around me, preventing me from identifying the source - I couldn't tell even if it was human or animal in origin.
Muttering at my good nature, I walked slowly over the edge of the wood and parted some of the thinner undergrowth. The cry was clearer now, but still not identifiable. If this is some stupid bunny, I thought, it's going to be in a stew before the day is done. I pushed through the undergrowth, wincing as my legs and arms were scratched, "oh yeah, the pot for you, you little sod." Once through the initial screen of bushes and shrubs the floor of the wood became clearer. At least they hadn't been brambles. Turning my head back and forth like some radar dish I headed for where I thought the cry was coming from. As I approached, it sounded more and more like an animal, and, indeed, more like lunch. The sound was much clearer now, just beyond a tight clump of trees. It was now obviously the piteous mewling of a small creature in some pain. My heart softened, and I mentally revised my plans for lunch. I skirted the clump of trees, expecting to see a rabbit caught in a snare. Instead what I saw before me brought a lump of horror to my throat. A man wearing a jump suit was sitting on a tree stump, slowly skinning a large rabbit with a knife. The poor creature was crying out in pain, it's body writhing in agony as the knife peeled away more of it's skin.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I shouted. The man looked up and smiled, "why, preparing breakfast. Care to join us?" I stepped forward, unable to take my eyes away from the mutilated rabbit, "at least kill the poor thing first you bastard. There's no need to torture it." He grinned and dropped the rabbit, "but then it couldn't scream could it? And if it couldn't scream, you wouldn't have come, and if you hadn't come, we couldn't have fucked you." "What the fuck are you talking about?" I turned to walk away, leaving this sick person behind. I hand managed a single pace when his references to 'we' and 'us' became clear. Two other men, wearing identical jump suits were standing in front of me, grinning broadly. I looked round quickly and set off in another direction, hearing them men start following me. I gasped and started running deeper into the wood, pushing and crashing past the trees that seemed hell-bent on getting in my way. Over the sound of my laboured breathing I could hear the men keeping pace with me, if not actually gaining. I moaned and kept running: don't look back, don't look back. The refrain ran through my mind constantly, the temptation for just a quick peek was almost unbearable, but I'd seen all the films. I knew what would happen if I once looked behind me: I'd trip over a root, or run headlong into a branch. If I wanted to escape I had to keep my eyes forward.
Heart pounding, wishing I was a sprinter, not a distance runner I burst into a clearing somewhere near the middle of the woods. Oh shit, I was running the wrong way - I was getting further and further from safety. Half way across the clearing I made my mind up and cut left sharply, hoping to exit the woods somewhere near the school where I could shout for help. I groaned as I saw one of them men enter the clearing in front of me and veered right only o see another of them. I stumbled to a halt as I realised that the sounds behind me had masked the two men out-flanking me: I was now surrounded. The men grinned at one another as they closed in on me. When they stood two metres away they stopped and stared at me as I panted heavily, breasts heaving with the exertion of my panicked run. Their eyes ran over my body, leering and ogling, "nice tits," one of them ventured. "Cute ass," the one behind me said. The final man laughed, "you can do this the easy way or the hard way - your choice. Either wa y you have your sweet young cunt fucked." I moaned and shuddered, unable to speak. "The easy way is for you to be a good girl and strip off and spread your legs. The hard way, well, let's just say I don't think you'd enjoy that." He laughed again, "well, what's it to be?" I looked around in a daze, not able to think beyond wondering what were men doing at an all-girl school? They weren't on the staff, who were they?
At a nod from the man to my right, evidently their leader, they unzipped and peeled off their jump suits, standing naked around me. I groaned and averted my eyes from the thick, erect cocks that sprang into view. "Looks like it's the hard way boys," the leader laughed. "No, please, no, don't rape me," I whimpered. Hands closed about my arms, gripping hard enough to bring a sob of pain from my lips. "Let me go," I screamed, "Help! Somebody, help me!" The leader stepped closer and slapped me across the cheek. I was stunned into silence by the blow. He reached out and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and then pulled down violently, ripping the material away from my body. He leered at my breasts, "you were right - nice tits!" I kicked out at him, but he had anticipated my move and turned to one side so my foot missed sending his balls into orbit. Off balance by my miss I stumbled back, causing the man holding my arms to curse at me, "little bitch needs a lesson." I groaned and thought about stamping on his in-step, belatedly remembering what self-defence I had learnt. Too little, too late: the third man had joined his friend behind me and knelt to grab my ankles. Thus held, the leader walked closer with impunity and ran his hand lewdly over my breasts. I closed my eyes and started sobbing as he mauled my breasts. He reached round me to unclasp my sports bra and pulled it down my arms, "oh yes, nice tits indeed," he whistled as my full breasts bounced free of their confines, "bet you don't get many of those to the pound." His hands squeezed my naked breasts, pushing them and watching them sway. He cupped them, weighing them in his hands, "not much sag either." I blushed at his words and actions, sobbing quietly. "On your knees bitch and suck me off." I shook my head, not really knowing what I was doing, just knowing that I couldn't agree to anything these men said.
He smirked as I silently refused him. "Oh dear," he said, "you must just love the hard way." As he spoke his voice changed into a low growl. I peeked at him through half opened eyes and shrieked. Gone was the man, In his place stood a bat-winged figure, a feral fang-filled grin on it's face, with lambent red eyes. My knees gave way in shock and I found myself staring at a rigid scaled penis of huge dimensions. I shut my eyes quickly wishing it all away and sobbed. "Suck my cock." The harsh voice grated in my ears. I shook my head again. I felt the tip of the cock press against my lips. I mewled softly, then screamed as a clawed hand pushed it's way down the front of my shorts, lewdly rubbing over my pubis. The cock in front of me pushed into my open mouth and I gagged at the size and bitter taste. The demon's hips pushed back and forth sending his cock deep into my mouth at each thrust. I tried to move my head back but a claw had wrapped itself in my long blonde hair, holding me in position. Claws ripped at my shorts, shredding them to tiny pieces. I tried to scream but the demon's penis in my mouth prevented anything more than a pitiful squeak emerging. Claws started to squeeze my body, breasts, nipples, ass. I moaned and groaned but the demon fucking my mouth only seemed to enjoy the vibrations that my attempts to utter my horror caused.
I felt my legs being spread and whimpered as talons ran over my thighs and labia. I shuddered and tried to close my thighs, but claws kept them spread wide apart. The talons movements grew more and more harsh, pulling and twisting at my nipples, poking at my clit as it nestled in the folds of my sex. The probing talon pushed against my pussy lips and then thrust inside me. I bucked and tried to scream as I heard the owner of the talon laugh evilly, "the bitch has a tight little cunt, we're going to split her in two when we fuck her."
The demon with his cock in my mouth howled in pleasure as his cock twitched and spewed jets of semen into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged and tried to cough and spit the evil tasting fluid out of my mouth to no avail, I had no recourse but to it swallow it to stop myself from choking.
My mind was in a whirl, intent on not drowning in what seemed to be turning into a never ending deluge of cum, trying to mix breathing and hasty swallows I almost didn't notice being half stood up. I certainly did notice the cock as it pushed into me from behind. The shock and pain made me forget to swallow and I spent the first few seconds of the hard penis slowly fucking my pussy coughing and inhaling the cum in my mouth. The sensation of me desperately trying to suck in air into my starved lungs inspired the demon into another ecstatic howl of delight, setting his cock off into flooding my mouth with his demonic semen once more. Stupidly, I tried to pull back from the jets of disgusting fluid, only to feel the cock delve deep into my pussy. The demon pulled me back with him as he lay down on the leaf strewn ground, finally letting me breathe normally as the cock slid out of my mouth. I hawked and spat, trying to rid myself of the foul taste, but like a bad wine, the taste lingered on. The third demon hovered about looking at us as his compatriot fucked me, his cock bobbing about as he couldn't decide where to stand to get the best view of my ravaging. He finally opted for kneeling between my spread thighs. "I want her cunt," he growled, "you can fuck her ass." The words seemed meaningless to me, I heard them, but comprehension was slow in coming. Not until I felt my hips being lifted and buttocks being spread by sharp taloned claws did I understand, "NNNOOOOOO!" The demon pulled his cock out of me and pressed it against the entrance to my ass. I shrieked and howled, writhing and squirming, trying to free myself from their cruel grasp. The demon who had raped my mouth straddled me and sat on my stomach, denying me any chance of escape. His weight forced me down and my screams rent the woods as the cock was shoved into my ass. My sobs and wails echoed from the trees as my ass was spread by the huge member. The cock that was pushed into my pussy was, by contrast, almost a light relief. My body bucked and writhed under the syncopated fucking the demons started - one cock shoved deep in me as the other was pulled almost all the way out.
"Such nice tits, be a shame to waste them." I looked in disbelief at the freshly engorged cock of the first demon. He pushed my breasts together and, sliding forward thrust his cock into the valley between them. His cock head pushed out from between my breasts and I watched as he began fucking them. I shut my eyes and quietly whimpered, hearing only my soft cries of pain and disgust and their lewd comments, "oooh, nice tight ass", "sweet little cunt", "gonna fill the bitch 'til her eyes turn white", "firm titties, sooooo nice". Minutes passed in a blur, punctuated by points of pain - when my nipples were pinched, when one of the demons took my clit and twisted it hard, my buttocks squeezed by sharp talons.
"Beg for it bitch." I didn't understand. "Beg for us to fill your sluttish cunt and ass with our cum, beg to have me cum over your tits and face." I shook my head and moaned, "nnnoooo." The demon squeezed my breasts hard, his talons digging into the firm flesh. I screamed at the pain, but the pressure increased slowly and relentlessly. "Beg." My right nipple was taken between talons and squeezed, feeling like it was almost being pierced, and tugged and turned, sending fresh waves of agony through my body. "Beg like the whore you are and the pain will stop." I had to stop the pain, it was excruciating, even worse than that of the cock in my back passage. "Y-yes," I howled, "anything just stop, s-stop, it h-hurts." The pressure on my breasts dwindled and my nipple was released. "Beg."
I softly mumbled between sobs, "p-please, c-cum." A brief, hard squeeze of my breasts, "Louder slut. Beg!"
The demons continued their merciless fucking, the thrusts coming harder and faster, sending spasms of pain through my abused body. They grunted as they thrust, muttering their coarse obscenities, "yessss, you slut, beg us", "little whore bitch wants our cum don't you". I cried and sobbed, "p-please c-cum." "Better slut, but louder and tell us where," the demons laughed as their leader squeezed my breasts again causing me to howl in anguish. "C-cum in my pussy and ass .... Oh god, s-stop it, s-stop-p it." The demons roared in laughter at their petty victory and picked up the pace, thrusting their cocks faster and faster in and out of me, fucking my ass, pussy, and breasts like, well, like the demons they were. My pitiful cries and moans of pain were drowned out by the sound of the three of them howling to the sky as one, as they pumped their cum into and over me. I felt the pressure of the fluid being jetted into my ass and pussy groaning at the unpleasant sensation. A pulse of semen flew into my face, before the cock was slid back into the valley of my breasts where it continued pumping out the sticky fluid, coating my breasts. Jet after jet of cum shot into my ass and pussy, accompanied by frenzied howls of lust from the demons. More semen erupted from between my slick breasts, as the cock pushed forward once again, coating my face and hair.
Once they had finished coming they pushed me to one side like a discarded toy and let me lie on the floor of the wood, leaves sticking to my cum drenched chest and face. My ass and pussy throbbed in pain, my breasts and nipples ached terribly as I lay on my face unable to move.
"You were a good fuck, we'll be back for more later. Next time I get to fuck your tight little cunt." So saying the demon picked up the, by now, dead rabbit, "fucking that bitch has given me an appetite, let's eat."