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Chapter 3
If the women could have read her thoughts they would have been horrified. Poor Oma Olga, all the torments she had endured until now had only made her into the very creature that her torturers feared. Olga was now hungry for what the men had to give her. She was ready to be "fucked raw". She wanted a big thick "salami" in every "hole". She wanted to drain them over and over. She was thirsty for their seed. She wanted to always have a big penis punching away inside her mouth and poking down her throat to gag her just before it spurted that creamy juice into her waiting belly. She wanted to be slammed senseless. She wanted to be stretched to her limit and then beyond until her vagina and anus exploded. She wanted to come. She had to come. She would die unless she came! Olga had finally developed into that rarest of women, the Uber Oma.
Her reverie would be rudely ended as the men took their turn. It would usually start by one of them grabbing her in a chokehold and forcing her urine filled stomach to be displayed even more prominently. Then Olga would feel the horrible pain as another man stepped up and drove his booted foot into her bulging belly, causing her to begin to vomit its contents out through both her mouth and nose. A second and usually a third man would repeat the process, driving their boots into her unprotected midsection. The women would cheer wildly at the sight, yelling as Olga doubled over in agony. " That's the way to abort a pregnant whore. Do her again; make sure she gets rid of that bastard so they'll be room for you to load her up once more. " Again a booted foot would drive deep into Olga's unprotected gut, bringing another fountain of urine and bile up from her stomach. The man holding her would let Olga go, and she'd sink to the floor, retching over and over. Then the real fun for the men would begin.
Olga would soon find herself balanced on a bale of hay, bottom hanging off one side and head lolling unsupported from the other. To make matters worse one of the townsmen would be forcing her to "deep throat" his fat sex organ while another drove his hard length of flesh relentlessly in and out of her stretched and dry vagina, making her feel as if he was using a ripsaw on her insides.
The men would initially rape her without letup for many hours, assaulting her in pairs, although some times the younger, more supple ones could actually arrange themselves so that all three of her orifices were plugged with their stiff shafts at the same time. While the first wave tore her vagina and anus apart and bruised her throat with their battering attacks, more and more men would join the army invading her. Olga would groan inwardly at the sound of the barn door opening and closing, a signal that another group of torturers had joined in to punish her for being the sinner and tramp that she knew she was.
Initially it would be torture for her as they split her bone-dry vagina and anus over and over. The pain would be so bad that she would be unable to have an orgasm, just as those who had packed her orifices with the astringent ointment had intended. This was pure torture; truly Oma Olga was doing penance at this point, wondering perhaps if at last this was to be her final night on this earth.
All of her rapists would be using condoms because of their wives' fear that she could give the men some sort of disease that could infect them. The ladies seemed to take very seriously the claims that she still was a promiscuous slut and an unrepentant whore. This only added to her humiliation because after using the condom, her rapist would make her swallow its contents and then after it was turned inside out, suck out any residue that she hadn't gotten previously. These "trophies" were then hung on a clothesline to dry so that they could be reused. Sometimes there would be nearly twenty spent condoms available to be used on her again. Things would get a lot worse for the old town tramp.
Olga's mind would begin to play tricks on her, always after her first orgasm. Prior to that she would often think that she had been raped to death and now was suffering in the flames of hell. The blooming of the heat from that first orgasm would spread throughout her entire body and she would shudder with delight just before she lost consciousness from the sensory overload she was now experiencing.
When she once more became aware of her surroundings, they would be strange and disjointed. She would feel sick to her stomach, dizzy and unable to properly focus her eyes. There often would be this terrible burning sensation radiating from her vagina and anal passage at the same time. It would feel as if they had been set afire. Something wet and acrid would be being sprayed all over her face and into her nostrils, making it difficult to breath. She would hear voices, angry voices. They were talking about what to do to her because she had had the nerve to have an orgasm while they were supposed to be hurting her.
( To Be Continued )
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