Fuckclub

The horny men whooped and hollered, threw themselves at the sluts and started dragging them into the clubhouse, twisting their arms behind their backs as they dragged them over the grass.

The men set about things smoothly and confidently, they knew just what they were doing. 
Some rolled in small kegs, set them along the wall and brought in water in buckets to fill them, and yet another group brought the vodka and food.

The sluts then got completely outfucked, some fainted, and were splashed with water to bring them back to consciousness, and then the men lined up again.

During the long night, everyone lay stretched out on the floor, occasionally someone wandered around the clubhouse in the dark, stumbling over the sleepers, gulping some water from the kegs, puking violently from the drink, then slumping back down onto the floor or onto the nearest available fuck.

The outfucked sluts were left stupefied. Sperm overflowing them. Fucked as fucked can be.

The Rape Queen

This woman was raped by 70 men every single day for 9 months.

That should be more than enough cock for anyone.

The bodyheat from that excessive accumulation of semen in her womb make her so drenched in sweat that she must be glisten.

Her hair is soaked in sweat, like she' s been in the shower.

What a sexy broad.

I want some.

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Tribal Warwhores

From time to time the indians succeeded with capturing some white woman.

Then it was sexytime for her.

The warwhores was used as sextoys and mattresses by the entire tribe.

24/7 they was fucked.

Over and over.

A fate so very well deserved.

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What being born a woman is all about

She was the bossy girl of some friend of mine, and she just so totally dominated him.

Always nagging and complaining, thinking that she was just so much better than everyone else.

Pro lesbian, pro choice.

We just could not stand for this anymore, and ganged up on her.

She became my ninth fuck, and I shared her with her former boyfriend, who from now on became her MAN with an M, and 10 other young boys.

Yes we really owned that bitch.

We came, we took her, then took her some more.

We all had her in every hole she got, and the bedpoles got marked all over, one after another, each mark representing a load of sperm into the bitch.

She screamed, she whined, she sobbed, she cried.

She rolled her eyes, she drooled, she gagged.

She rattled, she howled, she puked.

She got paler, she shivered, and she fainted.

Got woken up again, and more fucked, before fainting again.

It is always fun to see how many times it is possible to wake them up again.

She was tough, she did not go silent before the fifth da capo.

Yeah, she really got herself a long and hard lesson, regarding what being a woman is all about.

She started to treat her man with the respect he deserved afterwards (he was a good man) and she soon went into motherhood and devoted herself to familylife.

And all that bullshit about lesbianism and abortion, was never heard of again.

Or at least not heard of from her anymore.

Yes it is true.

Tarts can be tamed.

Bitches can be busted.

Justice will prevail.

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The Sixth Sense

Here she is.

My sixth fuck.

She may look like a slut to you, in that revealing short skirt of hers, but as it turned out she was actually just a little bitch.

She was the girlfriend of a good compadre of mine, and she was a true virgin.

No one would ever get any pieces of her, althou she loved to showoff.

A typical virgin bitch, but actually a good girl deep inside.

My sixth sense told me that some day my compadre would get enough of this, and so it turned out too.

My compadre finally decided to teach her a lesson about the facts of life.

That piece of cockbait needed some deeper understanding about the relationship between men and women, about rights and duties, about what to expect or not.

6  more men marched right in after this picture was taken by my compadre.

Her facial expression betrayed her inner slut at once, she understood what was about to happen immediately.

No one really registered her actual words, but she kept on with some kinda typical female nagging when she was carried away to the bed by strong arms. As if she expected to have her say about the fucking or not, just as if she believed she had some rights or something.

As it turned out, she was only wearing the short dress, with nothing under it, and she was stripped fast and easy.

There was no problems holding her, one guy in each arm and foot, she was not that strong really.

And while we other kept our cloths on, her girlfriend and future husband stripped.

"You are mine!" my compadre said in his commanding voice.

"I will take you now!" he ended.

As a man of few words and louder action, my compadre mounted her body missionarystyle, and he started slowly pumping her.

The virgin jerked her eyes when her hymen was torn to shreds, and went into some kind of shock and awe.

Only some pathetic "uh-uh-uh" came out of her mouth, in time with the pumps.

Not only one, but five coheret internal cumshots he had into her.

At that time her lights was out already, with only the white parts of her eyes visible, and she was drooling.

I respect my compadre, and would never have fucked her unless he wanted me to do so, but he was very clear on that one. Anyone who did not fuck her, he would regard that as an insult. As if she wasn't sexy enough.

Every guy including me, the youngest, stripped and had her three times each.

And when the other five was leaving the fuckfest, I stayed, helped my compadre in binding the unconscious ex-virgin spreadeagle to the bed, and we both fucked her even more over the hours to come.

When she woke up the next day, still bound, we both had her vaginally two times again, before loosen her up, rolling her over, and my compadre was giving her a virgin assfuck. I then had her ass as the second, and I fucked her some, before rolling over with her on top of me, still cockjammed into her ass.

My compadre then mounted her vaginally too, and she got a virgin sandwich.

She then started crying and begging.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll be a good girl. I'm so sorry."

It was like the sweetest music in my ears.

The bitch was finally broken.

Put to place.

It is probably impossible to get a happy marriage in any other way than this, and as it turned out, she became both a good wife and a devoted mother.

From time to time I still visit them, and she gets a reminder about the facts of life.

Once a bitch, they may always fell back into old habits, when not regularly busted.

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Fourth Base

She was the kinda extremly hardlooking streetwalkers you only get after years of druguse and soliciting.

She could get an ordinary grown up man feel afraid just by looking at him.

And we kids was just terrified of her.

Always wearing a short skirt with nothing under, a blouse, and slippers.

And we fantasized about raping her, without having the guts to do so.

Even the most diehard feminist would have agreed on that she really deserved being put to place, the shameless whore, and we called her Tralala.

While we all felt a little bit sorry for the ones we raped earlier on, Tralala was another matter.
It was a matter of bringing justice upon her, giving her the punishment she both needed and deserved.
We felt like really destroying her, put her light out, totally annihilating her.
Rip her apart, crushing that cunt into a pulp.

While placing a mattress in the woods near her place of soliciting, we also begun stockpiling weapons.
No way we would get near that tigress without being as many as possible, and as well armed as possible.

We stockpiled baseballbats, a giant double jelly dildo, a tazer, and pepper spray.
A homemaid wooden dildo of 100mm calibre and 550 mm long, and a battery driven vibe dildo of  50 mm calibre and 300 mm long.
We also stockpiled some black painting (instead of tar) and some feathers.

One day we heard she had sold her gun to buy her daily drugs.
We descided to strike before she could buy herself a new one, at the very same evening.
We decided to strike hard.

We all stripped naked, because this time there would be no chanche of fooling her.
An experienced gutterwhore like her would be too paranoid and alerted.
We surrounded her, laid there anxious, and waited for the signal to attack.
And as soon as she was alone with no Johns in sight, we rolled.
The time had come to wipe that proud attitude away.

Like a horde from ancient times we stormed her, naked with warscreams.
We closed in on her from all directions, and fast.
She drew her knife, and spreaded her legs in fighting position.
This is a situation of heroic tales, and we got our tales too.

The ones in front of her started using that pepperspray in her face, dacing her, and making her desorientated, I was one of them.
One on her side smacked her hand with a baseballbat, and her knife felt down, and one other picked up the knife and got it out of the way, a good and brave chap.
Tralala seemed to have realized there was someone behind her, because she turned around waving with her fists, screaming mindless like an angry, trapped predator.
This opened her up to a cuntpunt from my side, she was still standing with well spreaded legs, and althou I was a kid at the time, I am sure that I never have kicked anything, football or cunt, as hard ever since.
That cuntpunt from behind was so hard that it was painful even to me.
The blow liftet the old filthy hooker up from the ground, and kicked her out of her slippers while howling, and when her bare feets touched the ground again, her open howling mouth got peppersprayed once again.
She still managed to stand on her feets thou, raving round i circles while being more and more peppersprayed.
It was time for the coupe de grâce.

Two boys grabbed each arm simultanously, she kicked one of the boys in front of her, but again I came from behind, and this time my barefooted kick did not hit her vagina with the instep, but with the toes, parts of my foot disapearing inside her, sounding a lot  like walking in a mire.
I dragged my foot out again, went on to her front side, and started bellypunching her.
Tralala was still standing, but started puking.
She finally dropped down upon her knees, mumbling something while turning her head, her arms still held, and I told them to let go so I could taze her.

She was laid spreadeagle on her back, and I shuved a tazer up into her cunt, firing it just as I looked into her face, her eyes almost seemed to pop, no sound getting out of her O-shaped mouth. "Gotcha!" I yelled, knowing in that same moment we just had her from now, she was defeated, owned, and about to get the fucking of her life.

Her slippers was already sailing down the river, like small boats, and her blouse and skirt soon followed, ripped into shreds and scraps. I have never seen clothes been destroyd with greater passion, no doubt there was a whole lotta emitional relief going on.

I was the first mounting her, both nude on the mattress, riding her wild in some kinda rage or frenzy.
Boys held her arms and feets spreadeagle, but she was probably completely knocked out already.
She was higher than me, and her boobs was perfectly in position with my face.
I was biting them, more or less chewing them, and managed to get 3 fingers into her ass while pounding that pussy with my cock.

Her pussy was well used and sloppy, but that did not matter to us, because it was our pussy.
Ours, for just as long as we wanted it, any kids dream.
We came into her, fast and furious, but as youngsters we also became ready for another round just as fast.
Some cockslapped her while the ordinary fucking went on, and some was spitting into her face, screaming to her and calling her names. She was probably lucky to be unconscious, because any movement or sound from her would be taken as a great and personal offence by any of us. She did not deserve to have clothes on. She did not deserve to be heard, and she hardly deserved to be conscious too. She only deserved being raped - again and again. A fuckmattress, that is what she was.

When round five was completed, vaginally, we rolled her over for an assblasting round. Her ass was actually kinda sloppy too, but tighter than her well used hookers snatch.

Then it was time to use her mouth. We had talked about it before, and if we did not try it now, it may be a long time till next chance. The whore was obviously knocked out good, and would not be able to bite.
We placed the fainted piece on her knees, and held her arms to keep her up.
Then I shuved my cock into her throat, balls deep.

I throated the whore and kept on pounding, as saliva and puke was draining out her mouth, down on her breast full of bitemarks. A few of the kids did also take that pukeride, but then we was done fucking finally.

We laid her on her tummy, semen and puke oozing out her whoremouth.
I then fisted her ass first, and shuved the vibe dildo into her anus, all the way inside, and with brand new batteries. She made a sighing sound, then we painted her backside black and feathered it, and after that we rolled her on her back.

Then the kids put out a few of her own cigarettes on her nipples, and finally me an one other doublefisted her vaginally. The doublefisting resulted in her eyes jerking wide open, almost popping out, and her mouth was also wide open. Her face was all about shock and despair. I looked into her eyes and said just "Whore!" At that very moment I could see Tralala abandon all hope, and then one of the kids also shuved the jelly dildo down her throat. The jelly dildo actually got so shuved in, that it got swallowed.

I then jammed the 550 mm wooden dildo up her vagina as long as I could, even kicking it with my foot, and then used the tazer on the wood.
Tralala passed out again, with a sound that actually may have been crying.

We then painted the rest of her body black, and feathered her. We pissed on her, a few jerked off on her, and one of us smeared shit on her face too, on top of everything else.

She was lying naked covered with urine, semen, feces, painting, feathers, saliva and puke.
A blot forming on the mattress between her spreaded legs, as sperm seeped from her croth.
We left her there lying amongs the rubble of the lot, emptying some trashbags over her as la grande finale.

Tralala was hospitalized for a long time afterwards, she even got clean of drugs eventually, in the asylum they placed her.
She had to use diapers for a very long time, and that problem did not get any better by the child she got pregnant with.
Rumours had it that she could not even shit right for years, and the dildo inside her stomach was a medical rarity.

We never did see that whore on our streets again.
Some said she eventually left for another city, maybe Brooklyn, but I dont know.

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Avery takes Ganj-i-sawai

The story goes back to 1695

Avery, the pirate leader commanded a pirate fleet, against a great treasureship, the Ganj-i-sawai

After a fierce battle the pirates won.

It was time for the spoils of war.

Enjoying the loot.

Besides the ordinary loot, the ship carried many women.

The women was mostly upper class born.

The kind filthy pirates never get to look at, never the less fuck.

Them premium bitches save themselves for marriage.

Or is married to one man only.

That's a jackpot.

The ship was loaded with virgins, both very young daughters of the royals and nobles, and some older wifes to be.

There was mature classy women living in marriage, and virgin slavegirls.

And they all got as raped as raped can be.

They stripped them all, and hammered their cunts. 

And their honour got hammered as well.

They hammered it all away.

Shame was the only thing left.

Shame and sperm, that's what they got filled up with.

The fuckfest went on and on for many days onboard the defeated ship.

The broads, both young and old, got powershagged over and over again.

Every single one of them, again and again.

There was some rather sore and sticky vaginas there for sure.

And probably some piratebabies was made by force too, after all that's something of a bonus with fucking warwhores.

After the defeated ship was plundered for all it's treasures, the pirates chopped the masts of, and left the crew there, while sailing away with their booty.

The females was divided amongst the ships in the pirate fleet, and served there as warwhores.

Some got released after a while, always with a grown pregnant belly, but many served for years.

Some of the women in their 40s, 50s, and 60s for example, never got impregnated, and was kept serving onboard night and day for the rest of their lives.

They all got fucked untill they fainted, awakened with buckets of cold water, fucked untill they fainted again, over and over, and then laid into a great pile of outfucked bodies when their lights really was put out for the time being.

This is called the heap o'whores, or the slutpile.

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