Chapter 9 - Snuffed Muff - Let The Games Begin!
"OK! When the Starter Babe drops the checkered flag, the studs will step up to
the Fluffers, get sucked erect and the long hard grind begins."
The Starter Babe, wearing only high heels and a g-string, jiggling her tits and
pumping her hips provocatively, sauntered insouciantly for the cameras with the
achingly evocative walk of the veteran stripper. Even fully clothed, she would
have drawn stares. Naked, in high heels and a g-string, she was devastating,
pure sexual dynamite. Her arrogant attitude proclaimed the fact that the Starter
Babe was fully aware of her power to melt men's minds and put the lead in their
pencils. A guy would do the most butt-stupid things imaginable just for a taste.
She raised the checkered flag and waved it back and forth over her head, her big
bare tits waving right along. Everyone watched, totally enthralled.
From behind, Toecutter quietly raised a sawed-off shotgun to the back of her
head and squeezed the trigger. The powerful roar of the 12 gauge was deafening.
The Starter Babe's pretty head vaporized in a gigantic red spray. Her superb
body stood quivering for a moment, bare tits shaking wildly, as the bright red
arterial blood fountained high from the stump of her neck. She collapsed - a
headless, broken Barbie doll. The checkered flag fell fluttering into a rapidly
widening crimson pool.
The leather bitch laughed in the sudden silence.
"Wow! I wonder who that haughty bitch pissed off?"
Aimed waist high, the cameras panned along the members of the Rape Squad. All
that was visible of the Rape Squad from the camera's point of view was a black
studded motorcycle jacket and a pair of heavy motorcycle boots framing a big
sausage and a heavy set of hairy balls. Each wore an executioner's mask so the
cameras could capture the Snuff Queen's agonized face without revealing their
identities during the quick, brutal ravagings.
The Rape Squad stepped up and whipped their stiffening dicks back and forth
against the gaping Fluffers' shocked faces. The leather bitch taunted them into
action.
"Fluffers! Wakey! Wakey! If you don't start giving head, you'll soon be giving
up your head! The Starter Babe's dropped the checkered flag! Start gobbling, you
turkeys!"
Slowly at first, then with increasing spead and skill, the mouth whores started
licking and sucking, running their tongues skilfully along the underside of the
proferred penis, wrapping their luscious lips around the shaft and sucking hard.
Their heads bobbed between the Rape Squad's legs, slurping them erect, giving a
fine demonstration of the age old art of penilingus while the cameras rolled.
Muffy grunted as the first rapist stepped up, and with no foreplay, brutally
rammed it in and promptly unloaded. A second later, Socket was turned into a
grunting pig by another hard and horny rapist.
No sooner had one finished, then the next one stepped up and hammered it home
as the two rows of obscenely squatting Fluffers worked frantically to bring them
drippingly erect, seconds from unloading, using only their mouths, lips and
tongues.
It was the most brutal gang bang possible. Each rapist rammed a thick,
dripping, rock hard piston into a Snuff Queen's aching fuck hole and almost
instantly unloaded. Next to each Snuff Queen, a camera recorded each brutal
violation, a counter at the bottom of the screen incrementing as each snotwad of
bull gravy was hammered home. It wasn't long before Muffy and Socket's cunts
were grotesquely swollen and had to be iced down in order to permit any
penetration at all.
Labia inflamed, red and raw, cunts dripping prick-juice, man-crud crusting on
their wide-spread thighs, Socket and Muffy were grunting hard as the brutally
invasive violations continued pitilessly.
After the first hour of ceaseless, hard humping action, some of the Fluffers
began to tire. The lovely, red-haired Swamp, used to the voracious apetites of
bull dykes seeking the longest series of violent orgasmic eruptions possible,
continued tirelessly, a well-oiled, superbly maintained sucking machine. Others,
like Big T, whose true specialty was the tit job, working a dick trapped between
her mammoth mammaries, began to misfire and mistime their ministrations. Big T
began getting sprayed in the face and over her melons by over-sucked members of
the Rape Squad. Others were just slower getting their rapist erect. For the
Sluts, the pace began to slow appreciably. The more experienced mouth whores,
the Slits, led by the masterful Swamp, ensured that Socket's tight flaming
fuckhole was penetrated, pounded and pumped pitilessly. They kept Socket
grunting and sobbing under the relentless assault of hard punching pricks.
Muffy watched in horror as her team began falling behind. A whore to the core,
ignoring the pain of her throbbing toll-hole, she clamped down and pumped hard,
trying desperately to take up the slack and to compensate for rapists who
weren't quite ready and needed a few extra strokes to unload. The Sluts, led by
their Queen, a fierce fucking flatbacker, began to catch up.
In the end, it was Big T's repeatedly over-blowing of her customers that
decided it. The cameramen vied for angles as rapists repeatedly unloaded in Big
T's pretty face and over her monster melons. The Rapists didn't look too upset
at not having to stick it into Muffy's sodden miasmic swamp. As long as a guy
unloads, he's happy.
The buzzer sounded. It was all over. The Slits had won.
