Here she comes. Here she comes.

       The woman featured in the following youtube video is the subject of this story.

             http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_ZXNUTp-xA&feature=related

       Brad pressed hard against the leaded glass window his handgun gripped tightly to his side. He leaned as far forward as possible so he could see clearly down the path and was decidedly anxious but even more excited. I waited further back in the private gym lobby, my gun also at the ready. I was completley focused and wasn't nervous. I'd done it all before.

       After spying her pool-side in her bathing suit, we had stalked the bitch for a week and knew what she was up to. Four days in a row she had picked the front door lock to gain entry to the closed facility. I suppose she thought she was smart getting in before hours so she could have a private work out but was it ever going to backfire on her. This time we had picked the lock and she wouldn't find it unoccupied. No indeed, two cocks were eagerly waiting for her inside.

       Pretty well right on time she came around the big spruce tree, jauntily, arms swinging freely as she looked about to see if anyone was watching what she was up to. Someone was alright, just not where she thought they might be.

       Brad almost freaked.

       'Here she comes. Fuck Jim, here she comes. You really wanna do this?'

       'How does she look? Anyone with her?'

       'No, no she's alone and she looks fucking fantastic. She's got on a white tee shirt and the sexiest pink short shorts I've ever seen and do I ever want to get into them.'

       'So you're good to go?'

       'Yeah. Yeah, it's what I've always dreamed about but never thought I'd actually be doing. But yeah, you sure we can pull it off?'

       'Let me tell you something, Brad. They never resist a gun pointed at them. Never and I tell you that from personal experience.'

       'How many'd you say you've done?'

       'Four already and she'll be five so you're all set and just to remind you, so you're sure and understand, I never leave a witness. We take her, she's dead. It may be weeks from now but she's fucking dead the moment we point our guns at her. You good with that?'

       'I don't know if I could actually kill her myself, but yeah, as long as you can, I'm OK with it.'

       'Oh I can kill her alright and you'll never believe how when her time comes. Shit I can hear her at the door. Let's get into the other room.'

       Quietly we slipped into the inner gym and closed the door.

       In mere seconds we could hear her inside.

       A few more seconds and her precious freedom was about to end as she was at the door knob.

       In she went to come in, only to find two guns pointed at her startled face.

       'On the floor. On the fucking floor.' I barked at her.

       'What? What? Who are you? What?'

       Brad wasn't taking any chances.

       He gripped her long braid at the back and shoved his gun hard under her chin.

       'Didn't you hear what he said? On the fucking floor.'

       As he said it he twisted her down, forcing her to her knees.

       'Ow. Ow, you're hurting me. Ow. Stop it.'

       'Then stop asking questions and lie flat on the floor.' Brad told her.

       'But.. But who are you? Who are you? What do you want? I know I shouldn't be in here but that doesn't give you the right..'

       I took my foot and pressed it to her back. I shoved her roughly forward so she pancaked down flat. She tried to twist around to see what we were going to do next.

       Brad really wanted a piece of her pink-shorted ass.

       He dropped down to sit on the backs of her long slender legs.

       'Fuck. Fuck is she ever beautiful. Man. Man, I gotta fuck her. I gotta fuck her now.'

       'No. No. No. God, please no. Don't. Stop it. No don't.'

       Brad took hold of her ass cheeks. The feel of the silk of the fabric of her shorts made his cock sproing up. He slid his hands inside the leg holes and crush-squeezed her bum. He pried and twisted his thumbs towards her vagina from behind.

       'Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. - Please stop him.' She pleaded to me. 'Make him stop it.'

       'Make him stop? I'm gonna help him. - But let's get her up. Let's get her up, Brad, so we can do her proper.'

       'Uh. OK. Shit. OK, mate, but I wanna hit her. I gotta punch her.'

       'No. No. What's wrong with you? No.'

       Brad pressed his hand to the small of her back, like lining up the bottom of her spine and drove his knuckles into her vertebrea. He just had to hit her. He couldn't restrain himself any longer from the years of fantasy about doing it. Punching a beautiful, helpless woman.

       She gasped and wailed out.

       'No. No, God no, don't beat me. Don't hit me anymore.'

       'Then get up. Get the fuck up.' I ordered her while gripping her wrists.

       Brad gripped her under the arm and hoisted her to her feet along with my efforts.

       We let her stand there all vulnerable and helpless and quite out numbered.

       I waved my gun in her general direction.

       'So take off your top. Let's see your tits.'

       She stood small and scared and hunched her shoulders inward.

       'Please. Please, I don't want to. Please, just let me go, please.'

       'If you don't take it off, Brad here, that's his name, is gonna punch you in the tit. How do you think you'd like that?'

       'Oh.. Ohh, God how unfair. No you can't. You can't be serious.'

       'Oh yeah, I can because if you don't take it off, me, oh I'm Jim by the way, I'm gonna shoot you in the tit. So think about that.'

       'What's wrong with you two? You can't do this. It isn't right. Stop it. Just stop it now.'

       Brad stepped briskly towards her.

       As she turned her head, his fist found the side of her breast. He drove the tit meat into her rib cage crushing its consistency. She rocketed to the side almost losing her balance but in the same moment decided to make a run for the front door. She also started screaming too loudly.

       In five strides I was blocking her way out and managed to bring my fist hard up into her belly. She ooofed forward and it cut off her hollering. She bent over and Brad gripped her from behind and swung her around to toss her to the floor. She rolled and tumbled as we both scrambled after her. We arrive on top of her at the same time.

       'You cunt. You stupid bitch.' I spat in her face.

       Brad had other ideas.

       He gripped her ankles and forced her legs apart.

       He raised his clenched fist.

       He seemed really intent on beating a woman especially where she was a woman the most.

       He hadn't even penetrated her but wanted her vagina ruptured when he did for the first time. I didn't mind. I could understand his obsession with split labia lips especially on a woman as clean and as good looking as her.

       But he surprised me.

       He shot his face forward to clamp his teeth onto her pubic mound. Right thought her shorts and panties he bit down on her labia lips.

       She freaked as she shrieked.

       He was really breaking her clitoris.

       I ripped up on her tee shirt to get her tits out. Her bra was full and protective but not for long.

       I gripped the cups and tore them from her chest.

       Her nipples were perfect and perky and her breasts excellent medium.

       Brad knew all along I was a nipple man so while he bit on her pussy I went for one of her buds.

       I drew milk-duct blood on my second bite.

       The pain in her vagina and the tear in her nipple made her frenzied with fear.

       She tried to bounce her ass in the air and smash it to the floor to get Brad's teeth dislodged from her genitals.

       It sort of worked for a moment.

       Brad let loose, pulled his face away to make room for his fist.

       He smashed her pussy lips so hard her clitoris burst like a stomped ripe grape.

       Her pubic bone was chipped and bent.

       It all made her pass out which then we stopped.

       Blood stained her beautiful pink short shorts. Now that was a travesty to ruin something so sexy. Never mind that her vagina was murdered, her shorts mattered more. Her cunt could heal in an ideal world.

       We both stood up to strip off some of our clothes.

       I asked Brad, 'You want her ass or her cunt?'

       'Does it matter to you?'

       'Well y'know what I mean. Do you want her ass or her cunt, first?'

       'Since I already busted her pussy maybe you should have the first fuck, y'know like in her cunt.'

       'Fair enough. OK, seems fair. Let's get her conscious. I want her to feel every moment of it. I'll get the smelling salts from our rape kit.' Which I did with haste.

       It took several moments to get her aware again.

       As she came to she wailed at the pain from her nipple and her crotch.

       'Oh God. Oh God. Help me, oh God. Why did you hurt me? Why did you hit me? Hit me there? Why did you bite my nipple?'

       I gripped her head.

       I pointed her face towards me.

       'You, bitch, are in big trouble. Fucking big trouble. Now we're gonna fuck you. I'm gonna shove it in your cunt and Brad's gonna shove it up your ass and we're gonna do it at the same time and if you pass out again I'm gonna cut your fucking tits off. You understand, we'll cut your tits right off.'

       'Ooohh, please. God. God, nooo, please no. Why? At least tell me why?'

       'Should we tell her why? Should we Brad?'

       'Yeah. Why not? Why not mate?'

       I took hold of her under the arm pits and hoisted her to a hard backed chair. She sat more lolled than steady but still she wanted to hear what motivated us.

       I went and stood in her face. I had to kneel down.

       'It's like this. We want to punish you. That's what we want?'

       'Punish me? Punish me? No. No. God for what? I didn't do anything to you.'

       'You really don't get it do you? But then I suppose you never could. We want to punish you for how you look.'

       'Huh? What? Huh? I.. I don't understand.'

       'You think there's not a price to pay for dressing like that? For showing off your ass and tits like that?'

       'I.. I.. No. But no, that doesn't give you the right.'

       'No, I suppose, but it sure gives us the incentive. Lights our fires, so to say. If we hadn't seen you in your skimpy bathing suit, by the pool, with your hard nipples poking out we never would have stalked you and you wouldn't be here now about to be buggered and raped.'

       'I.. I.. I don't remember..'

       'As if that matters, but you do see, you actually asked for it. Every time you dressed and strutted like that you were asking for it.'

       'But no. No, I didn't ask to be hurt. I didn't ask to be raped. You have no right to hurt me.'

       'Yeah, but you see the guns give us the right. So what're you gonna do?'

       'Do? What can I do? You've already hurt me. Hurt me bad? What can I do to stop you?'

       Brad knew it was a set up.

       I paused like I was contemplating a new idea.

       It was a sweet tradition already for me.

       Seem to give 'em a choice.

       'OK. Yeah. I suppose there's something.'

       'Something what? What something? Tell me.'

       Brad knew I was a nipple man to the core.

       'Give me a minute and I'll show you.'

       I went back to our rape kit and returned with my persuader.

       I held it in front of her face.

       'What? What? What have you got that for?'

       'It's sweet. Isn't it?'

       'No. No, what have you got that scalpel for?'

       'You listen and you listen good. You get one chance. One fucking chance and that's it.'

       'One chance. One chance for what?'

       'To go free. To get out of here without being raped.'

       'Please. Please, anything. Please what.'

       'Take the scalpel.'

       She reluctantly did so and held it like it was a threat.

       'What? What now?'

       'Cut it off.'

       'What? What? Cut off what?'

       'Your nipple. The one I didn't bite. Cut it off and you can go free.'

       'You're crazy. You're insane. How can you be so crazy? What's wrong with you? Of course I'll never do that. It's monstrous that you'd even suggest it.'

       'Oh, I'm more than suggesting it. I can assure you of that.' I said. 'Brad you wanna tell her the rest.'

       'Sure mate. - Y'see bitch, it's like this, if you don't that means you don't leave here. It means you get double raped and then, fuck then we're gonna tie you down with your legs spread and cut your clit out. And if Jim gets his way he'll lacerate your cervix too.'

       She could not believe what nonsense Brad was spouting to her.

       She moaned her displeasure and disgust and incredulity.

       'This.. this can't be happening. Oh God, it can't be happening to me.'

       I placed my hands to her lower ribs and slid them up to hold her jiggling breasts. Indeed she was trembling and shaking for cause.

       I pinched her bit nipple and she yelped.

       I played with the one she had to cut off (if she wanted to be free which, of course, she never would be even if she did cut it off).

       'Think about it. It's not such a big price to pay for your freedom. You can do it. I know you can be strong and do it.'

       She pleaded with me.

       'Look. God look at me. God, you know I don't deserve this. God, please see who I am. I'm a person. A human being. You can't treat another human being like this. You can't. Listen. Listen please, both of you. I don't know if I can stand it but if you want to have sex with me, even though my vagina has been hurt, I'll try to let you have sex with me. But only one at a time. Please just one of you at a time.'

       I placed two hands to her breast and toyed with her target nipple.

       'You really don't wanna give this up, do you?'

       'Of course not. What woman would want to?'

       'So you'll let us fuck you? You'll let us rape you.'

       'I'm so scared. I'm so afraid. I don't know if I could stand it but if you promise, I'll try.'

       'What do you think of that Brad?'

       'Could be interesting. Could be nice. Maybe even sweeter than sweet.'

       'Yeah I think so, you wanna give her a chance then?'

       'Yeah. Right. Right on. Who goes first?'

       'We'll let her chose. That fair enough?'

       'Yup. Yep. Fine with me.'

       'So who'll it be?' I asked her directly.

       I had almost no doubt she'd pick me because Brad had ruptured her.

       She didn't want him anywhere near her vagina again. As if that wouldn't happen.

       'Please. Please, you have to promise me..'

       'Promise you what? Who?'

       'You. You said your name is Jim. You have to promise me, Jim, that you won't hurt me anymore. That you won't be mean nor rough. You know I'm already hurt, hurt so much, so you have to promise.'

       I guess I can do that. So you ready.'

       'I.. I'll never be ready but I'll try. Where do you want me?'

       'There's some floor mats over there so we can use one of those but first give me your shorts and panties.'

       Brad's prick was straight out. He'd stripped off the last of his clothes in anticipation of when I was done with her.

       'I.. I.. I..' She stammered.

       'Just give me your fucking shorts.'

       Slowly, with determination and inner strength, even with dignity, she undid them at the back and peeled them down. As I mentioned they were some bloody from how Brad had burst her clit.

       She extended her hand to offer them to me.

       I accepted them, with gratitude, and checked out the blood staining.

       It was mostly at the front.

       I pressed them to my  face, rubbed them to my crotch and tossed them to Brad.

       He easily hung them on his boner.

       She got an uneasy feeling, the disrespect we were showing for her garment would translate to her body. Her intuition was impeccable.

       'You have to promise. Please promise you'll keep your word.'

       'Spread your legs. You've got them all bunched up. I wanna see what your panties look like.'

       'I.. I don't know if I trust you. I don't know if you're going to keep your word. I'm afraid. I don't like how you're behaving. How you're looking at me.'

       I stepped forward and took hold of her neck. I gripped her throat.

       She knew she'd invited a bigger problem.

       Our eyes locked as my knee shot up.

       'How'd you like that?' I gloated with satisfaction even though my knee-cap hurt.

       What was left of her clit became mashed woman-primemeat.

       Of course she doubled over but by super human motivation did not pass out.

       She gripped her shocked pussy two handed. It was like she had to pee but couldn't wait.

       I pulled her long braid to force her over to a gym floor mat. I twisted her down until she was on her knees.

       'Give me your fucking panties or I swear I'll beat the crap out of your cunt.'

       The message had registered so she peeled them off while she cried.

       I smeared her cunt blood over my face and again tossed them to Brad.

       Of all things Brad put her blood-wet panties on.

       His boner wouldn't fit so it stuck out a side leg hole.

       I loomed over her.

       'Spread your legs. Spread your fucking legs.'

       She was on survival auto-pilot.

       Her feminist, self defense training was barely adequate.

       She laid back and moved her feet apart but not enough.

       'Further. Way further than that.'

       'Please. Why did you knee me? I still was going to cooperate. I was still going to let you. I just had to be sure. Why did you hurt me again?'

       'Shut up. Shut up, bitch. Time to get fucked.'

       I stripped off my briefs and my prick was as ready as Brad's.

       I knelt down.

       Slowly.

       With deliberation, intent.

       And placed my hands to her knees.

       She was unshaven and her pubic bush was some what matted with pussy blood and guts.

       I couldn't see.

       Her vaginal details.

       I wanted to inspect her contingent.

       'Brad, bring me a wet face cloth and a towel. Be sure the water's good and hot.'

       He got my drift right off.

       'Shit. Sure. Oh fuck. Fuck I gotta see this too.'

       It took him a minute to get back with the stuff as he handed me the dripping wet face cloth. It was more than warm.

       I applied it to her pussy patch.

       She wailed out about the heat.

       I wriggled it into her slit, working the blood off of her.

       A ruptured clit is a little weird to behold.

       A weird little thing to see but a charm anyway you cut it, ha ha.

       It looked like a worm that was gushed.

       Guts out, all squiggly and mis-shapen. Not the fine little defined nub that she'd had - to finger.

       I washed her rupture.

       I fingered her rupture.

       My eyes were on fire.

       Fuck, I wanted to bite off her rupture.

       Brad had his face pushed close enough to see all that I saw.

       We both knew what had to be.

       I gave him the word, 'After we've fucked her. Then.'

       He nodded his approval.

       I worked two fingers into her to poke at her cervix.

       She wasn't feeling anywhere near the pain that I expected.

       She had so much adrenalin and natural anesthetic in her veins I don't think she was feeling anything. But she was not unconscious.

       I positioned my pecker head and nuzzled it to her pouty but wounded labia lips.

       Playing with her bit nipple I began to slide into her.

       She bit her lower lip really hard and moaned but only in pain and resignation.

       Her vaginal walls were still tight so she was a pretty decent fuck. My pecker head bumped her cervix when I rammed extra hard and that was especially pleasurable for me but distressing to her.

       She moaned, 'No. No, please not so hard. Not so deep. You're tearing me.'

       Fucking right I was. Tearing my way into her womb. Breaking and entering into her uterus.

       I bumped her harder and as I thrust slowly and specifically I turned us onto our sides.

       'What. What are you doing?' She begged.

       Brad needed the concession or his prick would have exploded.

       He knew.

       Unspoken he knew.

       He knelt down at her ass and gripped a cheek.

       He licked his fingers and plied then into her anus.

       He finger penetrated her sphincter to ready her for his cock.

       She did not want to be double fucked so started bucking while impaled on my shaft.

       Brad saw her resistance so pulled up too far on her arm.

       It exposed her breast. Stretched it.

       His fist busted a bunch of her milk lobules.

       The white fluid and blood seeped out of her nipple.

       He twisted her arm further back like he would break it or at least dislocate her slender shoulder. That was a thing of his, one of his favorite fantasies to dislocate a beautiful woman's joints. He couldn't help himself. He popped her arm out of its shoulder socket and that truly caused her to wail even more than her busted breast.

       He went back to her ass and drove his thumb as deeply into her anus as he could manage. In half a minute he did the same thing with his cock. We settled in to work her together and sometimes thrust her in tandem and other times alternated our pecker stabs. She became a floppy rag doll under the control of our manhoods.

       I suppose it wasn't a very manly thing, a very gentlemanly thing to be doing to a hundred and ten pound, defenseless woman but it sure made us feel powerful. Full of vigor and vim. Brad had never enjoyed himself so much before in his life.

       By measuring our strokes, like pulling our thrusts as we went to climax, we made it last fifteen minutes which was really quite something and amazing. When I couldn't hold back any longer I shot her a load of gizz that burned into her bumped-up cervix. Brad shot her inner anus a load twenty seconds later.

       We both laid there spent. Completely satified and satiated for the moment.

       What successful rapists were we.

       She whimpered and cried and finally got mad.

       'Get out of me. Get out of me both of you. You bastards, get out of me.'

       I pulled out first.

       Her clit oozed fresh blood.

       I knew it needed a solution.

       Brad decided to stay in her, at my urging.

       'I'm gonna cauterize her. Think you can keep it in her ass for that?'

       'Fuck. Fucking shit man. I never. I never heard of anything - so sweet. Fucking right I can.'

       He gripped her tits to force her not to wriggle her sphincter off his half hard boner.

       Her brain wasn't taking in the significance of my words.

       I got up and retrieved from our rape kit a propane torch with a plumber's copper tip used for soldering. I showed it to her along with a flint lighter. I sparked the lighter in front of her uncomprehending eyes.

       I lit the torch.

       The sight and the roar of the flame focused her understanding.

       'No. No. No. What are you doing? What do you think you're doing?'

       'I gotta stop your clit from bleeding.'

       'Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, no. No. That's torture. You're torturing me. For God's sake stop it. You can't torture a woman. You can't burn me there.'

       'Don't you get it? That's really why we grabbed you. We grabbed you to torture and to mutilate you. To sexually torture and sexually mutilate you. That's really why we have you.'

       'Kill me. You're going to kill me then? God. No. No.'

       'Only when you beg us to. That's when we'll kill you. When you plead with us to, but hold still, this is hot enough to burn your clit now.'

       I knelt down to aim the tip for her opening. Brad kept his prick which had fully rehardened at the prospect of what he would witness and feel, he kept it driven in her almost to her shit. At the first sizzle of the red hot tip to her deformed clit her hips exploded. Brad was ecstatic at the sensation he felt through his boner. Her distress, he could feel it to the core of his prick. Finally, I fully applied the heat and burned an inch long line that circled what was left of her love nub.

       It became fried.

       Charcoaled.

       And she passed out.

       That was reason for both of us to stop.

       If she wasn't feeling it we didn't want to be doing it to her.

       Try as we might, the salts would not keep her conscious.

       It was too soon to kill her so we decided to transport her.

       We'd used up two hours assaulting and torturing her and it wouldn't be long until staff began to arrive. We cleaned up thoroughly and succeeded in leaving no trace that she or we had been there.

       She was in for a rough ride. That was for sure.

       She'd wish a hundred times, even a thousand, that she was dead.

       And even more times we'd deny her that.

       She was a keeper. That was for sure.

       Until her sex was gone, she was a keeper.