Eve, Niella, and Tessa in 'A Night Out Goes South'

"We know, you've said," Eve grumbled back.
"Don't tell me you're not cold."
"I'm good," Tessa said.  "It's the bit where we get there I'm dreading."
Eve tuned them out.  Although in fairness Niella was right; it was a pretty cold night, and none of the three girls were dressed for it.

Maybe there was a cab around.  She cast a glance over the street.  There was an SUV slowing down as it approached them, but it wasn't a cab; and the avid looks on the faces of the guys inside put her on the alert.  For a moment she met the eyes of the front passenger; in that moment she knew they were going to be trouble.
"Hey, pretty ladies," he called out.  "Out for a party?"
"We've got a party for you!" added a baldheaded one from the back.
In the corner of her eye Eve saw Tessa duck her head down, pretending she couldn't hear them.  Niella gave them a brief look before turning away again.
"Too good to talk to us, huh?" the first guy yelled.
"Yeah we are," Eve shot back.  "Stick with each other; you'll have more fun."
"Sluts!"

The SUV sped up again, then turned abruptly onto the sidewalk, blocking the girls' path.  Eve ran forward, getting in front of her friends as the two catcallers clambered out, followed by a third, this one sporting a floppy black fringe.  None of them were the driver.
"Get out of here," Eve said.
"Screw that," Niella answered.

The first of the catcallers used the exchange to rush at Eve, trying to grab for her wrist; a quick movement and it was Eve grabbing his instead, pulling him off balance and tripping him.  She spun away from him before he could grab at her leg, and used her momentum to send a hard punch into the throat of baldie.
With a growl of its engine, the SUV backed up from where it had mounted the pavement, rounding the fight and stopping on the far side of Niella and Tessa.
The third guy was coming at her, and the first was starting to get back up.  She feinted a punch at the one on his feet, then snapped a low kick into his knee as he tried to block her; she followed with a second kick to his stomach, doubling him over.  She gripped his hair, slamming his face into her knee, dropping him.

Tessa had darted forward, trying to kick at the first attacker while he was still on the ground, but she wasn't fast enough; he grabbed her ankle and twisted, sending her over and into the wall.
Behind her, Eve heard another of the SUV doors open and Niella gasp.
Eve hesitated a second, unsure which of her friends she needed to help; the decision was taken out of her hands by the bald one attacker making another grab for her.  She ducked under his arm, then came up hard, her shin striking him in the crotch.

But the one holding Tessa was back on his feet.  He hammered a punch into her jaw, knocking her head back into the wall; she collapsed and lay still.
Eve spun and kicked at the back of his knee sending him staggering and falling; but as she aimed a stamp-kick at his face, a voice from behind her said, "Knock it off, bitch."  She turned to see a fourth man, his arm round Niella's throat and gun pressed into her cheek.  "Stay the fuck where you are," he added.

Then it was over.  Baldie dragged Eve over to the SUV by her arm and hair.  The first attacker picked up Tessa's unconscious form and carried her over his shoulder to the SUV, taking the chance to grope her ass before dumping her into the trunk; Eve imagined ripping his blond mullet off of his head and stuffing it down his throat, but there was nothing she could do now.  Niella's captor pulled her into the front passenger seat, sitting her on his lap.  A fifth man, this one the driver, got out and shook black hair awake; he staggered back to the SUV and climbed into the back.  Eve's other two attackers piled in, before hauling her inside and stretching her out across their laps.  The driver got back in and started the SUV.

    ****

Niella could feel her captor's cock growing underneath her, pressing into her; there was no way she could shift herself away it, and wriggling on his lap would only turn him on more anyway.  Five minutes ago, her biggest complaint had been the cold night air; it didn't seem real that everything could be torn apart so quickly... she wanted to scream, retch, fight back somehow, but her mind was paralysed... she knew it was irrational, but part of her mind insistently clung to the idea that this wasn't real, and would end just as suddenly.  Then his arms were snaking round her.  One hand was over her breast; he flicked at her nipple with one finger after another.  She felt his other hand on her hip and instictively pressed her thighs together; he responded by squeezing one of them and gripping her breast harder.  Were they doing this to Eve in the back?  Was Tessa even still alive?

She reached inside for her reserves of rationality; she couldn't fight them, but talking was something she could do.  "Look, this isn't very smart," she started.
"Shut up," he said from behind her.
"People are expecting us; they'll know something's wrong.  And someone back there will have seen something; enough to get you in a lot of trouble.  But if you let us go-"

    ****

Baldie was out first when the SUV stopped; he took hold Eve's ankles and pulled her after him, dumping her onto the concrete floor.  Beside her, Niella's captor was forcing her out of the SUV; he paused and told the driver to get a couple of chairs.  Black hair followed baldie, making sure to tread on Eve's hair as he did so; he was clearly hoping to get a whimper of fear out of her, but she managed to clench her teeth and turn it into a snarl.
He crouched down beside her.  "I am going to fuck you," he said.
"And I am going to fuck you up," Eve answered.
He responded with a sharp downward punch; the floor stopped her head from moving with the blow, and the impact left her seeing stars.

The driver had got chairs from somewhere.  Niella's captor dragged her over to one; mullet unloaded Tessa and carried her to the other.  The three began strip both girls of their clothes and shoes.
"Motherfuckers, don't you touch them," Eve yelled.
Black hair responded with another punch to her jaw, then he and baldie were tearing off her own dress. Bound hand and foot, she couldn't punch and kick, and the unequal struggle was over quickly.
The now-naked Niella and Tessa were bent hard over the chair backs, ankles tied to the back legs, wrists to front; Tessa woke up as she was being bound, but was too groggy to even resist before it was done.  The girls' bondage left both mounds and mouths vulnerable, a perception only strengthed when mullet and the driver buckled ring-gags into their mouths.

But then the men left them there and all clustered around Eve.  They stripped off their own clothes, revealing already erect cocks; Niella's captor put his stupid red cap back on after removing his shirt, like it was some kind of crown.  He was also the one with the gun; as the others bent down and grabbed her arms and legs, she kept her eyes on him, watching him put it on the worktop across the floor space from her.

The men cut the bonds on her ankles and forced her legs apart; Eve tried to twist one of them free and kick, but she had no angle or leverage to work with.  Black hair squatted down in the V made by her opened body.
Baldie put a hand on his shoulder; "The hell you're going first."
"You saw what she did," black hair snapped.  "I fucking owe her."
"Yeah I saw her put you down," baldie replied.  "That should mean you go last."
"Fuck you."
"I saw them first," mullet said."
This time, black hair responded with action, lunging forward, planting a hand on Eve's pelvis and thrusting into her.  The others grumbled, but none tried to stop him after that.

Black hair pounded hard into Eve, his revenge-fueled force scraping the walls of her passage raw; soon every thrust hurt, every thrust threatened to force a mewl of main out of her.  She gritted her teeth again, determined to give him nothing more than he was already taking.  Once he came inside her, mullet took his place, no more squabbling about their order; black hair took control of one of her legs, forcing it even further open.
The pressure of mullet's thrusts scraped Eve's arms across the concrete; their postion, bound behind her, arched her back upward, emphasising her breasts.  Every minute or so, one of the men reached out for them, squeezing or pinching the nipple.
Mullet was replaced by baldie; he was stronger than the other two, ramming her body into the floor with bruising force.  In one more humiliation, she could sense her passage growing slick, protecting itself from the repeated intrusions.  It wasn't lost on baldie; "Slut's getting wet for me!" he whooped.
"Go to hell you pissant piece of shit," Eve snarled out between thrusts; but she couldn't keep her voice free of her shame at her body's response.
As if that shame was his final turn-on, baldie shuddered and spurted into her.  Red cap went next, and finally the driver.

As soon as her last rapist pulled out of her, they tied her legs back together; then baldie gripped her arm and hair again, pulling her up and twisting her round till she was on her knees.
"You turn to do the work, cunt," he said.  "Put that mouth of yours to good use."
"Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit dicksprain," Eve replied.  As he responded with a slap, she added, "What?  You told me to use my mouth, asswipe."
Baldie twisted his hand in her hair, forcing her head back to face him.  "Oh you're a smart bitch, are you?  Then I won't have to use small words.  Your two friends are over there, ready and waiting for us.  So you're going to stop talking and use your mouth for what it's meant for.  Every one of us you don't satisfy goes and fucks one of them instead.  Any of us feel teeth, they feel knives.  Do you get it now, smart bitch?"
"I had time for a good feel around," mullet added, "and I reckon that pasty one's a first timer.  You want her cherry to stick?  You play ball."
"So do you get it, smart bitch?"  baldie repeated.
Eve drew a ragged breath, looking at Tessa and Niella.  "Yes," she said.  "I get it."

Baldie's cock was only half erect.  Eve's hands were still tied behind her, so she couldn't bring them in to help.  She started with her tongue, short licks up and down his length, designed to stimulate.  It worked, and as he grew, she went with longer, wetter licks, before finally closing her lips around him. Shuting her eyes, she worked back and forth along his shaft, trying not to hear the sounds of pleasure he let out as she did so.  More than once she thought about biting him and to hell with the consequences; but those consequences wouldn't just fall on her.  She continued to suck him, alternating with licks to keep him lubricated, until he came again; the swallowed, both the cum and the degradation.
The driver went second, but mercifully the sight of her debasement had made him erect already, and it was quicker to get him done.  But there was another mercy; she knew now that all their attention was on her violated mouth... not her hands.  Slowly, she began to work at her bonds, trying to get her fingers to the knots.
Black hair went next, then mullet, and finally red cap.  Their combined tastes made her want to heave.  But the rope on her wrists felt perceptibly looser.

When he was done, red cap shoved Eve to the floor.  "Now you can just relax and watch the show," he said, as the five men turned and headed toward Niella and Tessa.
"No!"  Eve yelled.  "You said-"  She cut herself off; there was nothing to say.  She'd known there was no way they'd leave her friends alone; she'd only been putting off the inevitable.  Even so her mind was flooded with a shame that demanded she think of ways she should have stopped it somehow.
But she'd said enough to enable one last humiliation.  "Did I say you were a smart bitch?" baldie said.  "I meant you're a dumb bitch.  Enjoy the show."  He and the others turned the bound girls side on to Eve.  Then mullet's hands were on Tessa's hips, red cap's on Niella's, black hair and the driver at their mouths; baldie stood behind Niella, reaching beneath her body to grip her breast, and as if on a silent cue, all four of the others slid into her friends.

    ****

Tessa had wanted to beg as she'd watched the men abuse Eve; but beg for what?  Leave Eve alone, sure; but the only way they'd do that would be if they were hurting Tessa and Niella, and was Tessa really brave enough for that?  She'd wanted to look away from the violation in front of her, but it felt too shameful.  Not that any of it made a difference; they'd raped Eve, and now they were done with her it was the other girls' turn, simple as that.

She winced as the invading cock scraped the dry walls of her passage, then again as she felt the break and slickness of her blood, but any whimper or plea or curse was stifled not just by the ring gag but the other cock intruding through it into her mouth.  Both men began to pump in and out of her, the force of their thrusts jerking her body back and forth... like they were in all of her, not just her mouth and vagina... like every part of her body had been made theirs.  She felt tears streaming out of her eyes; she wondered if she and her friends would die here.

    ****
"Motherfuckers!" Eve yelled.  "Goddamn fucking shitstains!"  The men just laughed at her tirade, while her own spiralling guilt raged at her inadequacy against what was happening to her friends.  But it also convinced the men that she was helpless; concentrating on their other prizes, they didn't look closely enough at her to detect the progress she was making untying herself.  It was slow going; she couldn't let herself visibly strain and pull as she teased the strands out from the knots.  Her fingers ached from the effort, her wrists were sore from twisting round and round; but finally one last strand came loose and the first knot fell apart.  The second was no easier to undo, but buoyed by her success, she made quicker work of it; she couldn't suppress a wince as the rope came away and blood flowed back into her hands, but the men didn't notice.  She strained her legs and arms behind her until she could reach the rope on her ankles.  Flush from their rape, they'd tied that one more sloppily; with her hands free, Eve soon had it untied too.

Red cap shuddered and let out a satisfied sigh, before stepping back from Niella.  Baldie immediately took his place; the driver briefly slid out of Niell'a mouth at the same moment as baldie slammed his cock into her, letting her mewl of pain sound clearly.  The gang all laughed as the driver reentered her.  Eve let her rage flow into her muscles.  Now or never; she shoved herself to her feet, making a run for the workbench where she'd seen the gun set down.

It could only have taken two or three seconds, but in Eve's awareness, it stretched out eternally.  Shouts erupted on her right.  A sudden flare of cramp in her leg muscles made her stumble, but she managed not to fall.  Mullet had turned away from Tessa and was running for the gun too.  Another of them was coming at her.  She had to make it to the gun first; she couldn't fight all five of them without it, and if they overpowered her now there wouldn't be another chance.

At the last moment, she shifted course slightly, ramming her elbow up and into the side of mullet's jaw as they reached the workbench together; he choked and staggered, letting her snatch up the weapon and spin.  The driver was right behind her, grabbing for her.  She jabbed the barrel of the gun into his throat and fired.
Both Eve and the men froze for a second at the sound of the gunshot, and the sight of the bloody spray from the driver's neck.  Everyone watched his body fall; then it hit the concrete and everything burst back into motion.  Eve turned; the next to enter her sights was redcap, and she fired again, seeing a red wound blossom in his side.
Mullet's foot came up, his kick connecting with Eve's wrists and knocking the gun out of her hands; it skittered on the concrete and went under the gang's SUV.  Gone, but at least it would be hard for them to get at too.  She kicked low and to the side, into mullet's knee, sending him staggering again.
Baldie followed the attack, wrapping his hand in Eve's hair and punching her in the face again, twin agonies from the blow and the tearing in her scalp.  Eve put her hands on his hips and brought her knee up hard; but either her strength or aim faltered and the blow didn't faze him.  He punched her again; this time her legs buckled under the force of the blow and she fell to her knees.
But that put the crowbar back in range of her hands again.  As baldie brought one of his feet back for a kick, she swung the tool again, ramming the end down on his foot; he let out of a howl of pain, and lost his balance, collapsing to the floor.
But he was unsteady too, favouring the foot she'd broken.  She feinted a kick at his other side, forcing his dodge to put sudden weight on the injury; as she'd hoped, it staggered him, leaving him open for another kick into his throat.  He choked and dropped, and Eve closed the distance, following up with a stamp kick to his head.