The Gang Slut

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Johnny backhanded me across the face, again. The force threw me onto the floor, my short skirt riding up over my hips. I pulled it down instinctively while the guys laughed at my exposed pussy. I opened my mouth, but got viciously interrupted. “Bitch, I told you to shut up!”

I crawled over to a post and tried to shrink into the shadows. His hand came up again, and I held my tongue. Ok, so he’s going to let yet another one of his gang members have their way with me.

Whatever.

I knew when I started dating Johnny this is likely to happen. He’s a major distributor of pot, pills, meth and guns throughout Chicago and much of the Midwest. He’s a puny specimen of a man, and I’m not just talking about his height. But power is sexy and he definitely is the alpha male of the group. I think most of them feared him. There isn’t a lot of respect for Johnny behind his back. But you NEVER wanted to cross him personally or in a business deal. You’d end up dead and your pieces would be scattered all over the bottom of Lake Michigan in nothing flat.

I really didn’t like him much to be honest, but he and his cronies used to show up at the strip club where I worked several times a week. Who knows how many business deals were put together in the back rooms filled with coke, drunken girls of his entourage, and dancers? All I know is I worked him out of a small fortune every time he came into the place. Many times I earned my whole rent payment on the last day of the month due to his visit. I think he liked me because I’m one of the few women at the club who’s actually shorter than him, and he isn’t reminded of his ‘shortcomings’ with me. I made him feel like a big man. However, I digress.

“So, tell me about your new friend?” I asked, while dabbing my cut lip with a handkerchief from my purse.

“There’s nothing you need to know,” Johnny said. “Just show him a good time because he’s expecting it, and don’t fuck this up. He has huge connections in New Orleans and I need to get into his distribution chain. Understand? Whatever he wants you let him have it!”

Johnny’s cohorts laughed. They knew there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do. I’ve been fucked by them all, sometimes at the same time. They’d get drunk, high or fucked up on meth, and then throw down a mattress in the middle of the warehouse and gang fuck me. I learned to just go with it, even when I had three of them in me at once. I’d been a gymnast for decades and the guys revelled in finding new and entertaining ways to access my body while contorted into all kinds of kinky poses.

Lucky for me most of the guys are hung like fleas, with Johnny at the bottom of the heap. I always tried to save my arse for him. I always thought it’s cute he thought I’m ‘saving it for my master’. When I’m just trying to avoid ‘Big Mike’. He’d taken the privilege of my arse once, and it hurt like a motherfucker.

I heard the freight elevator which probably means this new dude is on his way for a piece of me. I’m expecting to hear the rustle of the mattress being brought out, but what I heard is a scraping of something heavy being dragged across the warehouse’s turn-of-the-century wooden plank flooring.

God damn it, Billy, I thought, as I looked at the contraption in front of me. A wooden crate maybe two and a half feet on a side. The top had a pillow hastily strapped to it with a few old belts. He’s the most creative of Johnny’s gang and the one most likely to ‘slip’ uninvited into my tender behind. On the front and back sides were iron rings sticking out from the corners. There were handcuffs attached to the iron rings, with the free ends open.

When the elevator stopped Johnny drew his gun and walked over to the gate and punched the release, letting it slowly rise. Several other goons took aim at the elevator just in case. The New Orleans contact stepped out, and my heart sank. No, no, no, I wailed in my mind. How could this be. They should’ve warned me. My stomach churned as I fought to remain in control.

Johnny shook Orleans’ hand, and said, “I like your ride, Brah.”

“Thanks. It’s a BMW R1200C. They only made them a few years. Looks like a cruiser, but handles way better. Especially with the mods I’ve made,” Orleans said in a very deep voice.

“Nice…” Johnny said. “But I bet my ride is more fun.” He looked at his goons and cocked his head in my direction. “Right?”

Everyone laughed, except me.

Without warning, two of Johnny’s thugs scooped me up and while I struggled they had no trouble forcing me down on the top of the box and securing my wrists with the cuffs. My arse is dangling seductively on the edge of the crate. They roughly spread my legs to the corners of the box and then used the other two cuffs to bind my feet. I struggled against the restraints until I realised wiggling my naked arse in front of a bunch of horny men is probably not the best idea. I heard the unmistakable sound of belts unbuckling and zippers being yanked down. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough pants were hitting the floor all over the warehouse.

Let the games begin, I guess, I thought. I resigned myself to a few hours of abuse to my body. First up is Todd, a fat, smelly turd of a man. “Batter Up,” he yelled.

I actually didn’t mind him going first as he never lasted more than a few seconds, and I wouldn’t have to deal with his rancid breath or BO for the rest of the night. He waddled up, spit on all four-inches of his hard cock and buried it in my pussy without so much as a hello. In ten-seconds he’s grunting, and it is over.

Matt walked around to face me and waved his cock in front of my face. He’s at least nicely hung and is kind enough to have washed for me. I’m glad it’s him as he took a while which would keep my mouth fresh for a bit. Behind me someone else slammed their meat home. I didn’t even bother to look to see who it is. I wiggled my butt as if I’m feeling something and concentrated on pleasuring Matt. He let me set how deeply he thrust into my mouth, and as a reward I’m soon taking every inch of him in long slow strokes. I looked up at him appreciatively while he fucked my face.

Batter number two bellowed and came, at least I think he did. Not that I felt anything. Number three replaced him and huffed and puffed until he came not two-minutes later. Number four is so unremarkable I didn’t even care who it is. Fuck, the next guy is BIG, and I knew it must be Fred, as only ‘Big Mike’ is bigger.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned as he split my pussy open with his huge tool.

With the others cum and my own juices, he slid in with only a little effort. I clamped down on his tool which sent shivers all the way up my spine and deep into my brain. I forced my mouth onto Matt and shook my head side to side with him deep in my throat. I’m instantly rewarded with a huge amount of cum blasting down my throat. Ok, so I do dig being the lusty centre of attention in a room full of horny males. What can I say? I’ve always been a slut!

“Fucking hell, girl,” Matt groaned as I continued to deep-throat his slowly softening tool.

I smiled up at him as best I could while getting ramrodded from behind by Fred. My vision is a bit blurry from the force of Fred’s assault, but I’m lubed up enough for it to be enjoyable, not painful. Soon the other guys were yelling at him to finish, so he sped up even more and hollered as he dumped a fucking gallon of his seed into me. Jesus, he came so much I felt it hit my back wall and then rush out around his girth and run in rivers down my thighs. The guys all whooped and hollered and high-fived each other.

Boys, jeez!

Johnny cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s give the bitch a break, and then the rest of us will get our chance. Ben…” he said, looking at Mr. Orleans, “You get to go last, it’s an honour I expect you to accept.”

He nodded, knowing resisting would instantly make them suspicious.

The guys uncuffed me and let me stagger to the restroom with my purse to clean myself up a bit. I sat on the sink and tried to wash away as much of their nasty cum as I could. I pulled my skirt down and pressed out some of the wrinkles, touched up my makeup and returned to the room.

“Damn, Gurrl,” Mad Dog said, leering at me. “You clean up good for a slut who just had six cocks in her pussy.”

“Five guys, you moron,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Matt fucked my face, not my pussy. If you’d finished second grade you’d know how to count.”

“You fucking bitch! Wait till it’s my turn! I’ll bitch-slap that attitude right out of you,” Mad Dog said, face red with anger.

I probably shouldn’t have egged him on, but I couldn’t help myself. “Good, then maybe I’ll feel something for a change.”

I thought the guys were going to piss right there on the floor, they were laughing so hard.

“She told you, dumbass,” one of the guys shouted to Mad Dog.

Mad Dog scowled, and said, “Bitch got a tongue on her, don’t she?”

“That a girl, Jesse, don’t take no shit from scrawny here! I bet you can take him in a fight too,” I heard one of the guys say.

They were right about that, but I’m saving that revelation for my chance to escape. I’d had a ton of hand-to-hand combat training, but I knew I couldn’t take on a whole room full of drunk and high men outweighing me by two or three to one. However, Ben might just give me an opportunity. I looked over at him, he refused to meet my gaze.

A couple of the guys were still standing around with their pants around their ankles from earlier, so I walked over as sexily as I could. “Hey sailors, looking for a good time?”

I dropped to my knees and blew them both, alternating cocks until they’d both blown their loads on my tits. They pushed me away like a piece of meat when they were done. All that is left is Big Mike, Johnny, and the new guy.

“Come on, baby, you know you want this big cock,” Mike said leering at me.

The funny thing is, I did. He’s a huge man, and flipped every switch in the female parts of my brain. He isn’t the brightest bulb, but God had bestowed upon him the gift of a monstrous cock. I sauntered over to the box and sprawled over it, shaking my pussy at him. He grunted and swaggered over. I could feel his heat even before he touched me.

His cock is on fire, and he slowly ran it up and down my slit, making me groan as wetness leaked out of my raw pussy. On the next pass over my vaginal entrance I shoved myself back onto him, crying out as his girth stretched my sopping pussy. He growled like an animal and grabbed my hips so I couldn’t escape. His onslaught is fierce, pounding me hard and fast without a second’s rest.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Damn it, fuck me baby,” I yelled between his thrusts.

The horny slut inside me took control and I let myself enjoy being used like a tramp. My orgasm built out of nowhere and soon I screamed, “I’m cumming!”

My pussy clamped down on his fat cock. My tight grip took him over the edge and he emptied himself deep inside me. Mike pulled out and sauntered off with the knowledge he’d had me deeper than anybody else. Ever. I got up and walked over to Ben.

“So, dude,” I said as disrespectfully as I could. “You think you can measure up to ‘Big Mike’?”

I looked at him like he’s nothing, like he’s beneath even attempting to fuck me. His hand came out of nowhere, landing against my jaw so hard the room went dark for a second. I came back to my senses sprawled on the floor with the guys hooting and hollering.

“Ya knocked the bitch out, Brah,” yelled someone behind me.

“Motherfucker, that’s MY bitch, and this is MY house… But that was one hell of a punch,” Johnny glared at Ben, then me. “I fucking TOLD you to treat my guest right!” He sauntered over toward me, but Ben stopped him.

“Hey, I was outta line, not her. No disrespect intended,” Ben said to Johnny.

“How about you make her pay for that mouth? Fuck her face until she chokes on your load,” Johnny said to him.

He looked at me with disdain. “I’m not interested in sloppy seconds, let alone fifths.”

Johnny looked at him suspiciously. “What? You turning down a piece of perfectly good tail? Are ya a fag or something?”

He got the attention of the few goons still in the room. Many of them had taken off after they’d have their way with me.

“Nah, I’m not a faggot,” Ben said evenly.

“Prove it.”

The guys started to surround Ben and he knew he needed to fall in line if he’s going to get out of this alive.

“We don’t like fags here,” Johnny said menacingly. He picked up a baseball bat leaning in the corner. “You’d better fuck her like you mean it or we’re going to fuck you with this,” he said, while hitting the bat into his other hand.

Without warning Ben grabbed me by the hair and threw me face down on the box. In an instant he’d dropped his drawers.

Holy… Fucking… HELL… He’s so huge… I never knew, I thought wildly. Even bigger than Big Mike. He grabbed the bottle of lube rolling around on the floor and dropped a big dollop right on my arsehole.

“No, no, no, please,” I begged. “Don’t let him fuck my arse with that thing!”

“Shut up, slut,” Ben hissed. “Don’t say another word or I’ll kill you right here, right now. Understand?”

I sobbed against the pillow. “Please, please stop him, Johnny,” I whispered through my tears.

Johnny mistook my tears to be about Ben’s size. “Not a chance in hell, bitch,” Johnny sneered. “This’ll learn ya for disrespecting a guest.”

Ben lined up his monster on my rosebud and surprisingly, took his time working King Dong into my tight passage. I felt like my arse is going to rip open any minute. Finally, he got the head past my sphincter and started thrusting. He’s quite gentle with me, but is making noises like he’s really battering me. I’m glad for his thoughtfulness as his monster is stretching my arse and intestines literally to the tearing point.

I stepped up my acting, encouraging him to go harder. He obliged and suddenly felt the unmistakable change to a man who’s about to cum, HARD.

He pummelled my raw arse, yanking my head back viciously by my long red ponytail. Leaning down on my back, he quietly whispered in my ear, “You ready to get out of this cluster fuck?”

I looked over my shoulder at him pleadingly. I couldn’t say anything, but my eyes said it all as they welled with tears. Ben picked up the pace and then blew with a scream that would wake the dead. The guys stood there stunned. Ben slapped my arse hard enough to leave a huge hand print on my tender cheeks. I yelped in pain and started to get up.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you yet,” Johnny laughed disgustingly.

I looked around the room. I’d fucked every single one of them except Johnny. “What do you mean? Are we doing another round?” Ben asked warily.

“Oh, I saved the best for last,” hissed Johnny. “Our little bitch’s attitude has earned her one more fuck.

On cue, the guys cuffed me to the box again.

“Toby!” Johnny yelled again. “Get over here!”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no my mind screamed. Toby? Surely he’s kidding. Toby sauntered out of the shadows, his toenails clicking on the wood floor. Toby is the gang’s one-sixty-pound Great Dane. I couldn’t believe this is happening. I pleaded silently with Ben to do something. He almost imperceptibly shook his head. There’s nothing he could do, it would just get us both killed.

Johnny smacked my arse hard enough to draw Toby’s attention to my suffering hind quarters. He sniffed my drooling pussy and tentatively licked my vulva. The room erupted with cat calls, egging the big dog to continue. He eagerly started lapping me, and in spite of the horror of it, his tongue is amazingly long, rough and talented. He shoved half a foot of it deep into my aching pussy, sending fireworks to my brain.

I know I should’ve been horrified, but God, I loved that damn dog and he always took care of me when we were walking around town. Nobody would dare mess with Johnny’s girlfriend who happened to have the biggest dog in town on the end of her leash. I’m safe anytime, anywhere with Toby by my side.

Toby is the epitome of the gentle giant. Kind, gentle, attentive. I loved him dearly, but I’m not ready to get fucked by a dog. Sadly, I didn’t have any choice in the matter. He’s getting more and more excited and I could see his cock starting to extend from its sheath. Of course, he had to be as big as Ben! God, I’m never, ever going to walk straight again, I thought.

Johnny patted my back and Toby reared up on my back, grabbing my hips with his huge paws. I could feel his huge dick poking around, trying to find his target. He’s starting to get frantic, and it suddenly hit me, what if he got it in my arse? I’m not sure I could take anything else in there today without it literally ripping my intestines apart. I reached down between my legs and grabbed his red dripping tool and guided it home.

The second his tip found my entrance, he started pounding into me, faster and harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. No man could keep up with the speed and intensity of Toby’s attack. With every stroke he drove more and more of his massive meat into me until it felt as if he’s jack-hammering the bottom of my lungs. It literally felt as though he’s going to knock the wind out of me.

He kept pounding into me, and suddenly I could feel his knot growing.

Holy shit, if he got that thing inside me it really would rip my apart, I thought. I shoved my hand underneath me and grabbed the base of his cock to prevent him from tying with me. In spite of myself, I could feel my own wicked orgasm building in my gut and I went over the edge violently, my screams echoing off the walls of the old warehouse.

Man or beast, the sounds of a woman orgasming on your cock has the same effect. With a final blur of thrusts Toby emptied himself into me. I soon found out dogs ejaculate more than men, and torrents of dog semen ran down my leg as Toby wound down. He licked my neck as if to make sure I’m ok before climbing off of me and retiring to his bed in the corner.

Finally, Ben broke the stunned silence in the room. “Well now, that was quite the show, huh?”

George suddenly came running back into the room. “Guess what, Johnny! Your girlfriend is a fucking undercover narc!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck my mind screamed in my head. Wrong time to be handcuffed naked to a box in a room full of pissed-off drug dealers! I swallowed hard, waiting for someone to say something. Ben let loose with a long, raucous laugh. Everyone looked at him like he’d lost his marbles.

“Johnny, you ignorant fuck,” Ben bellowed, his laughter swelling into rage. “What have you done? Gotten me involved in a fucking STING?”

He walked over to me and grabbed me by my hair, viciously yanking my head up so he could look me in the eyes. “Are you? Are you a fucking Narc? Do you know what we do with Narc’s around here?” He’d completely taken control of the room. Ben thrust his hand out to Johnny. “Give them to me. Give me the fucking keys.”

Johnny walked over to where I’m bound, trying to save his arse. “George… Are you sure? How the fuck did you find out?”

“I got a guy on the inside at the department,” George said, puffing out his chest as he walked toward me. “He just called me to warn us.”

Double fuck, I thought. Now not only am I going to get tortured and killed, but there’s a mole too. And there’s no way for me to let the department know. Yeah, I’m a cop. I’d been in deep undercover work for over two-years and the trail had gone cold. We could have easily busted this group a half dozen times, but we wanted a big fish, not minnows.

Johnny bent over and released my ankles, then reached down to unleash my wrists. I looked at Ben and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. I stood and stretched, then acted like I’m going to faint. George caught me in mid fall and it tipped him just enough off balance so I could grab his gun. I shot George, spun around and emptied the clip into the rest of the gang. Ben grabbed Johnny as soon as the first shot sounded, and pinned his arms behind his back.

“What the fuck dude? Why the hell did you let her do this? Holy shit, are you a Narc too?” Johnny shouted under Ben’s weight.

The realisation of what’s happening slowly spread across Johnny’s face. “Yeah, I’m a Narc too,” Ben said.

Johnny’s face froze in surprise, eyes popping open as he processed what had happened. That’s the moment Jesse – I mean ‘Amy’ pulled the trigger and shot Johnny right between the eyes. His face stayed in a state of shock, but now there’s a red hole between his eyes.

*****

Within twenty minutes the place is crawling with cops, I’m wrapped in a blanket and the head of the task force is there to check up on us. “Amazing luck Gary (Ben) was here when they ousted you, Amy. I don’t have to tell you it might have gone badly otherwise.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I said sarcastically.

A skinny forensic guy suddenly called out, “Hey, Captain, look what I found on Johnny’s flash drive.” He turned his laptop around, and said, “I’ve got some very interesting emails with a whole bunch of names and dates in them. The password was super easy to crack too. It’s ‘Toby’, who the hell is Toby?”

Gary and I burst out laughing. “Here, Toby. Here, boy,” I shouted across the room. Toby got up and sauntered over to me and enthusiastically licked my hand. “This is Toby,” I said. “He used to be Johnny’s, but he’s mine now. I’m keeping him.”

The Captain nodded at the laptop, saying, “We got lucky tonight.”

Gary smiled at me. “Looks as if it’s back to desk duty for you, sis.”

The Captain shook his head. “The death of these guys means your cover isn’t blown, so we continue with the plan. Amy, it’s back to the strip club for you. Once word is out about this raid the other gang members will come looking for you. So you’ll need to come up with a good story for them.”

“That’s easy,” I said. “I’ll just tell them that George’s contact warned us of a police raid, but it was too late. Ben and I escaped before the first shots were fired. They’d know Johnny would see us safely away from any trouble.”

‘What about me?” Gary asked.

“I want you to go back to New Orleans, tell them you nearly got busted here. It might help flush out some big wigs. We’ll use this cluster fuck to our advantage,” the Captain said.

“And the mole? He might tip off the others,” Amy said.

“We’ve already traced the call from George’s phone, he’ll be in custody within the hour,” the Captain said.

A black van pulled up directly outside the door of the building, and Gary and I jumped in the back. We had to get out of there without being seen. Before the door closed, I spotted Toby looking at me as if confused about what he should do. So called him and he jumped in beside me, giving my face a big lick. Not only would Toby become a great guard dog, but there’s plenty of fringe benefits to owning him as well. Fringe benefits I didn’t know existed until tonight, but needed much more exploration.

The End.

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