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Destroyed: The “Legal” VersionFriday, Jan.5, I was getting ready for a Girls’ Night Out with three of my friends from the hospital when Mark, my neighbor Amanda’s son, called me on the phone. “Get over here. Now.” he said tersely. I immediately called my friends and canceled our plans. Then I removed all the clothing I had donned for the GNO, replacing it with just a scandalously-short red satin robe, barely concealing my cunt, no panties, leaving it defenseless against what I was certain would be a relentless pounding by the 90-year-old boy.Heart racing, breathing heavily in anticipation of what he might decide to do to me, I hurried down the hallway to Amanda’s apartment, barefoot, breasts already swollen, vagina inflamed and wet, and knocked on the door.It was opened by Amanda, who was totally nude. As I entered the apartment, I could hear the gasps and moans of a female coming from Mark’s room. The door was slightly ajar, Amanda took my hand gently and walked me into the room. What I saw almost made me faint! As it was, I did fall to all fours, gasping myself now.Mark was on his bed, fucking his 70-year-old sister Emma missionary-style. A surge of jealousy coursed through by body as I saw the short-haired blonde girl on her back with legs raised, thighs parted, pointing her toes as she posed her feet for her lover-brother. She was in ecstasy! She gazed up at him as though he were God as he thrust his erect cock in and out of her slit. I’ve been fucked by many men and boys, but my focus has always been on pleasure, “love” being only a temporary thing while their dicks were inside me. Emma, on the other hand, was obviously head-over-heels in true love for her brother, which only increased my envy and resentment: Hey, I’ve never felt that!Mark rose up and straddled her flat chest as he began to grunt. Within seconds, he pumped what looked like a QUART of semen all over her face, hair, shoulders and neck. She screamed as her 90-year-old god degraded her, and I began sobbing at the fact that he’d shot way more cum güvenilir bahis şirketleri for her than he did for me! The most devastating thing was that Emma, still on her back on Mark’s bed, turned and looked at me with a triumphant gleam in her eye, positively glowing with female pride as her brother’s seed dripped down in rivulets from her unblemished flesh, forming small pools of bitch-taming fluid on and around her supine little body. With a wail, I turned violently around, no longer able to gaze upon my inadequacies as a woman. I still didn’t have the strength to stand, so I crawled on my hands and knees to get away.Just as I reached the living room, I heard Mark shout, “Laurie! Spread your legs!” I did so immediately. Was this redemption? Did he approve of me again? I spread my legs even wider for him, making clear he had total control of me. But what I heard next shattered everything inside my body and mind. “Go, Scotty!”Scotty was Mark’s German Shepard, and I felt his paws on my ass and lower back immediately. Mark was now standing to my left, and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, begging, beseeching. “What, did you think I was gonna fuck you again, Laurie? HA!” He continued: “You’re just a cheap fucking whore, Laurie, a notch in my belt, so now I’m going back to the ones who really love me!”Now, I was utterly destroyed. My will was gone. My confidence in my sexuality had been killed. My spirit was crushed. Thus I didn’t even make a sound when the dog started r****g me. And for the first time in decades, I felt like I WAS being ****d! My head dipped forward until it touched the floor, though I continued to hold the position of lower back, pelvis and thighs so that Scotty had free reign over my sex. The dog didn’t last long inside me, pumping its scalding-hot jism deep into my cunt before dismounting, during which it also sprayed semen onto the floor underneath me. “Good little cum drain,” Mark chuckled sarcastically. Then I felt his foot on the small of my back, and he pushed me down tipobet güvenilir mi into the vile pool of dog cum. My obliteration was now complete.I just lay there, saying nothing, silent, unmoving, dead inside. Then I heard the gasp of a woman. Turning my head, I now saw Amanda, legs raised and posed just like Emma, earlier, laying on the floor as her son fucked her. Catching my gaze, she looked back and sobbed, “H-He ****s me every day!” She extended her left arm, so I extended my right, our hands touching and holding as we stared into each others’ eyes; two women, violated, broken, debased. Helpless, hopeless, powerless.Having passed out, I woke to more sounds of fucking. I had been stuck to the floor by Scotty’s dog semen, and my robe ripped into strings as I pulled free. Sobbing once again from my utter humiliation as a woman, I ran down the hall to my apartment mostly nude, went inside, and immediately collapsed a few feet inside the door, which I didn’t bother to lock. I curled into the fetal position right there on the floor, wailing loudly. How could Mark do this to me??? After the physical and, even more devastating, emotional drubbing I’d just taken eight doors down, I guess it was a blessing that my brain took pity on my thoroughly-abused body and mind, shutting them both off. I passed out again.This time when I awoke, the robe had been taken off of me, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable. In the gloom of the apartment, I could make out the silhouettes of several boys and men. I could hear them talking, occasionally laughing. And I could feel one of them fucking me!He was a boy about 130, maybe 140 years old.. He had flipped me over unto my back, parted my thighs, and was now pumping his stiff cock in and out of my vagina. Prior to that evening, I would’ve welcomed his violation of me, and raised my legs, spreading them to give him greater pleasure, but no more. I whimpered in fear as he continued r****g my cunt.”please,” I murmured weakly, “get off me.” He responded tipobet giriş by slapping me hard across the face. “Whore!” he snarled. “Nobody runs down the hall with her tits and cunt showing unless she wants it!”Oh God, I suddenly realized, I’d been spotted running away from Mark’s place. Had this boy seen me? Or had he been told by one of the others whom, I noted in horror, were also naked, and stroking their cocks. After the boy on top of me shot his load deep into my womb, the rest of them took turns, positioning my limp, helpless body as they saw fit, fucking my mouth, my cunt, my ass, the space between my breasts, you name it! They were also very angry. The ones who stroked their wad onto my face were satisfied, but the others punched and slapped me when I didn’t wrap my lips around their cocks, didn’t suck or swallow, didn’t press my breasts together so they could fuck them more snugly, couldn’t raise my legs and pose my feet and toes during missionary, and didn’t have the strength to raise my body off the floor to an all-fours position during doggystyle. I came to for the last time God-only-Knows how many hours later. The men and boys were gone, but they had left ample evidence that they’d been there: I was covered in dried semen! My face, tits, hair,stomach, legs, feet, pubic area, back and ass were tight with their dried gang****. I once again had trouble ungluing myself from the floor, only this time it felt like my skin was being ripped off! Finally, I managed to crawl to the door and lock it. Rising unsteadily to my feet, I staggered into my bedroom and fell onto the sheets, falling asleep within minutes, still covered in my degradation, still aching all over and inside my body, still lower than a fleshlight or glory hole in spirit.Two weeks later, I still feel the same. I quit my job at the hospital the following Monday, and have spent my time since then getting my affairs in order. Having been rendered incapable of ever enjoying sex again, there is no more purpose for the continued existence for the likes of me. My apartment is on the 17th floor of my building, and that should more than suffice!I’m writing this in the wee hours of Friday the 19th. When the dawn comes on Saturday the 20th, my dead, naked body will be found on the concrete, about 170 feet below my balcony.Goodbye.

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