Maria and Sophia

Her friend's voice jolted her abruptly from her daydream and brought her back to mundane reality. Time had passed. They were now on the national highway, near the Elefsina tolls. Behind them, a large jeep had its high beams on, blinding them through the mirror.

"They're some assholes who've been tailing us for a while now," Sophia said. Maria yawned. They had passed the tolls and the jeep pulled up alongside them on the right. Maria absently noted it was a burgundy Cherokee. She looked higher, at the driver's window, and then in the interior light that came on she made out the face of that man, the unpleasant fellow passenger. He was smiling at her in a way that made him even more repulsive. She felt a tightening in her stomach and turned to her friend. "Step on it," she shouted to her, "that asshole was with me on the plane, he's been following me since my flight!"

"And he's not alone," Sophia added. "There are four in the car." Soon they thought they had gotten away. They almost forgot about them with the conversation and the anticipation of arriving and relaxing at Andreas's house. But they hadn't eaten anything. The "Goody's" on the right side of the road reminded them of their hunger. They parked and Maria got out to get food. The shop was almost empty and very soon she found herself walking back towards her friend's Ford Focus. There, however, she was in for a surprise. Instead of Sophia, the stranger was sitting in the driver's seat! The bag of food fell to the ground as a hand from behind closed Maria's mouth and another pushed her into the back seat. She fell, feeling someone pushing her from behind. "If you scream, you bitch, I'll tear you apart, understand," she heard a voice behind her as the hand left her mouth. "What did you do to her?" she gasped.

"Your friend?" came the driver's voice. "Don't worry, the guys have her in the jeep. We're all going to have a good time together!" Crumpled on the floor, she couldn't see where they were going. At some point the car stopped. They pulled her out. Her abductor spoke indifferently. "Now you can scream all you want. No one is going to hear you." They were in the garden of an isolated farmhouse. Nothing could be seen or heard around. The two men grabbed Maria by the arms and led her inside. There, in the middle of the floor, Sophia was lying face down, and around her were three men. Two around the age of her two abductors, around 30, and one in his fifties. The latter was holding his hand. "The bitch bit me," he shouted full of anger. Maria then saw that Sophia's hands were tied behind her back with handcuffs. Terrified, she turned to her abductors. The stranger from the plane smiled at her: "We could have been friends," he told her. "But you scorned me. I will take what I want. It could have been easier and more pleasant for you."

Meanwhile, two young men who were already in the room had lifted Sophia and were tearing her clothes off. A cold sweat drenched Maria. She felt her legs weak. If only they weren't holding her. A piercing scream was heard in the room. The fifty-year-old appeared again with a rod in his hand and suddenly began raining blows on Sophia's naked body.

"Learn how to behave, you whore. What were we going to do to you? We were going to fuck you." Each phrase was punctuated with a blow that left its red mark on the girl's skin. "Now I'm going to teach you manners myself. I'll make you a proper slut, you old hag. And I'll fuck you too." The two young men dragged Sophia into the next room and the other followed with the rod in his hand, continuing his lecture. Maria felt the ground giving way beneath her feet, but the second of her abductors, who was standing behind her, was holding her by the arms.

The stranger from the plane was now standing in front of her and with his left hand he held her jaw, forcing her to look at him. He smiled at her, showing two rows of regular, very white teeth. Suddenly Maria felt her breath cut off and doubled over in pain. The stranger had landed a punch in her stomach. Bent over like that, she felt his hands at her waist grabbing her pants and panties together and pulling them. Her legs were horizontal in the air as the pants were turned inside out and the stranger kept pulling them. Maria was just realizing that from the next room, Sophia's screams of agony and the blows of the rod on her body continued to be heard. The lecture from her tormentor also continued, but Maria could no longer make out his words.

She was now standing naked from the waist down and the stranger pulled her shirt, tearing it open and revealing her breasts. The second man loosened his grip, grabbing and pulling the tatters of her shirt, and Maria, without thinking, tried to escape. She was now completely naked as the remnants of her shirt remained in the hands of the man holding her and she found herself falling as the stranger from the plane pulled her. Lying down and doubled over, Maria heard him shouting as if in a dream: "Where do you think you're going, you filthy slut? You ignored Pantelis and you think it's going to pass just like that."

The girl curled up even more and brought her hands around her head while her abductors simultaneously kicked various points on her body. In this state, Maria didn't realize when Sophia's screams from the next room stopped. As if hypnotized and with her whole body aching, she felt them grab her by the wrists and ankles, stretch her out and turn her face down. A hand grabbed her by the hair and forced her to lift her head to see Pantelis taking off his clothes. He was indeed muscular with a tight body and beautifully defined muscles. He could have been attractive if his eyes didn't show so much malice.

Maria felt her legs being opened while the one pulling her hair changed position and was now holding her hands on the floor. She understood that three were now dealing with her. More by intuition, she understood that Pantelis was kneeling between her open thighs. "If you were a good girl, I'd be fucking you now," she heard his voice and at the same time felt a pain and a sting, as the belt he was holding whistled through the air and landed on her ass. Still stunned by the pain, she felt him opening her buttocks and suddenly inserting two fingers together into her asshole. She barely felt them and they were pulled out. Now Pantelis was falling on top of her and the tip of his cock was resting against her barely prepared asshole. A sharp pain but also a shiver simultaneously pierced her when with a sudden movement his cock entered her and, indifferent to her screams and pleas, he began to violently fuck her ass. Sometimes she felt momentary relief when he pulled out gently, but immediately after he would fall upon her and his dick would be thrust abruptly all the way into her ass. And yet it was during some of those moments that a strange sensation was created within her. "It's not possible," she said and repeated in her dizzy mind. "This can't be causing me even a trace of pleasure!"

At one point Pantelis pulled out and stood up. Those holding her turned her onto her back. Her rapist sat on her chest and directed his dick towards her mouth. A feeling of disgust seized her as she thought about where that cock had just come from. She pressed her lips tightly shut and tried to turn away. But Pantelis pinched her nose and, holding her by it, forced her to turn forward. Reluctantly, her lips opened seeking air. And then two hands grabbed her jaws and held them open so that Pantelis's cock could begin to fuck her mouth and face. She thought she would vomit when his cum, in large quantities, began to stuff her. Some she swallowed, some overflowed onto her face, some choked her. Until he got up off her and she was able to sit up and catch her breath.

But not for long. Pantelis and another lifted her legs into the air. The third began to fuck her pussy. Maria received him impassively, until a kick to her ribs made her jerk. "Respond, you fucking whore," Pantelis shouted and immediately a second kick, this time to her face. The second rapist had stood up and was cumming on her face while a third had taken his place at her pussy. She thought it would never end. Four men had violently fucked her pussy apart from Pantelis who had taken her ass. And she had to show all of them that she was responding. Otherwise, blows and kicks reminded her.

She was left on the floor exhausted. Cum was on her face and chest. But the torment was not over. Pantelis, aroused again, took position kneeling between her thighs. He pulled her towards him and thrust his cock into her pussy. Why did this man touch sensitive chords? She had endured the rape from the others, but now that his cock was impaling her again, an unprecedented pleasure surged within her. Her body was betraying her. "You're getting off, you old slut?" he shouted with evident satisfaction. And he continued to fuck her until, for a second time, he gave her his cum, now inside her pussy.

He left her feeling an emptiness as he pulled out of her and let her body fall. Unconsciously, she brought her hand to her pussy and began to caress it.

"See the slut," she heard Pantelis's voice, "and she was giving us a hard time." "Enough for now," someone said, "let's take her with the other one and we'll deal with them in the morning." But Pantelis disagreed. "This bitch disrespected me. I won't leave her like this." He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to stand up. He dragged her out of the house to a shed. Pantelis threw her inside and made to leave. He stopped. He called out to the others to come and went back in. He grabbed Maria by the hair and forced her to her knees. Holding her head up, he brought her face to his cock. Maria tried to pull back. That's when the door opened and the others appeared, uttering approving exclamations.

As soon as Pantelis let her go, Maria heard a sharp whistle in the air and felt a sudden pain on her shoulder blade. Standing over her was the fifty-year-old with the rod with which he had earlier carved Sophia's body. "Open your mouth, bitch, and don't you dare close it while we fuck your face, because I'll make you more branded than your friend." Only at that moment did Maria realize she had no idea what had happened to Sophia. But she didn't have time to think about it. A second blow from the rod made her understand that unconsciously her mouth had closed. Submissively, she opened it as wide as she could the moment the first man began to cum on her. And after him, the other three. Then Pantelis entered again. He passed a noose around her neck and tied the other end to a piece of wood on the wall. He also tied her hands behind her back and pushed her to fall to the ground. Unable to move, Maria remained there until morning.

Second Round The morning awakening of nature found Maria numb, essentially senseless, as if her body, naked and frozen, was trying to forget the nightmare she was living. The abrupt opening of the door brought in the intense morning light and woke her to reality. The nightmare came alive again before her as Pantelis untied the noose from the wall and, grabbing her violently by the hair, dragged her out. Maria found herself in the middle of a paved, wet and still night-frozen courtyard with her eyes closing against the morning light.

With difficulty, she raised her eyes and saw the four men around a table having their breakfast. The fifth, Pantelis, stood over her holding the rope that was passed around her neck. Then she saw her friend, Sophia, coming out of the house. She was naked and holding a tray with various things. Maria had neither the mind nor the inclination to notice exactly what. At the sight of her friend, horror seized her. Her body was dotted with red scratches, obvious results of the merciless wood the eldest of their rapists had struck her with using his rod. Tears rose to her eyes. On one hand she saw her friend and on the other she wondered what image her own body might present after all she had been through.

Sophia didn't dare look at her and busied herself with serving the four men who were enjoying nature and their coffee. But Pantelis called her: "Finish there and come clean your friend." Maria felt frozen. Physically and mentally. She understood they were untying her. Then, two men lifted her and carried her into the house. They took her to a bathtub where they placed her in warm water. They left her alone with Sophia who, very slowly and with uncertain movements, washed her hair and began to wash her with warm water. For the first time, Maria felt somewhat better. Had the nightmare perhaps passed?

Her hope was dashed when she saw the fifty-year-old with the rod enter the room. He looked at her with satisfaction and said, more to himself. "Good, today we'll have a good time." Then, after tapping the rod on the washbasin, he turned to Sophia and in an authoritarian tone said to her: "Leave her to soak and come suck my cock." Sophia responded as if hypnotized while he unzipped his pants. Maria watched in astonishment as her friend acted completely submissively. Sophia was a dynamic and independent girl. How had she become like this? The answer, of course, lay hidden in the marks from the beatings they had given her. How many times had this cane "bitten" her body? Sophia knelt before the man and took his cock into her mouth. Soon he had grabbed her by the hair and was moving her head back and forth. "Facefucking," Maria thought unconsciously. When he stopped, he pulled back and made her turn around, still kneeling, to rest her head on the toilet bowl rim. "Spread your ass cheeks so I can tear you open," he continued. Without a word, Sophia brought her hands back and spread her ass cheeks. Maria was speechless. She knew her friend didn't do it from behind. And now.

She observed that he, the oldest of the gang of rapists, also had the thickest cock of them all. And without preparation, he drove it mercilessly into Sophia's ass, her sharp moans piercing Maria's mind. Yet, in the pleasant sensation of the warm water, she felt her pussy moisten. With horror, she realized that the brutal rape of Sophia was turning her on. Filled with guilt, she wanted to stand up, but her body wouldn't respond. She remained there until the rapist forced Sophia to take his cock and his cum in her mouth, before getting up to leave.

Pantelis entered immediately after. He pulled Maria to her feet and made Sophia finish washing and drying her. Then he forced the two girls to go outside with him again. With a gesture from the fifty-year-old who sat relaxed in his chair, Sophia went and knelt beside him. The other three stood up and stood in front of Maria. She watched them. They were all handsome and rather athletic young men. Why were they treating her like this? Tears welled up in her eyes again. And her heart broke when she heard one of them say: "Look at the slut trying to move us."

Pantelis grabbed her by the arms and brought her to kneel over an armchair. He held her there while one of the others approached holding a wide belt. Maria felt her body tremble again and her heart freeze. She heard the whistle of the belt in the air and immediately the familiar sharp sting on her ass cheeks. The rapist was whipping her systematically. On her back, on her ass, high on her thighs. He prepared before each strike. And Maria felt them like stings carving into her flesh. Her numb mind heard her own screams as if they came from outside. As if they were something foreign.

As soon as they let her go, she fell almost unconscious. In her daze, she felt them grab her and place her sitting on the cock of one who had lain on his back. He held her still on top of him for a moment. For an instant, she felt something touch her asshole. She knew what awaited her. But. He was delaying. The whistle of the cane tearing through the air made her understand why. She screamed from pain as successive blows fell on her back, which was completely exposed the way the other man held her. And soon, before the beating had even properly stopped, a second man entered her from behind. Violently and abruptly.

She whimpered between the two male bodies until she raised her eyes and met Pantelis's. Pantelis's dark eyes. Something like a warm wave welled up from within her. "How perverted can I be?" she wondered. "Is it possible that I'm into him?" Pantelis watched her with an inscrutable smile on his lips. He understood that her body had begun to tremble and soon would respond absolutely to the two cocks going in and out of her. "Cum on the slut's face," he shouted suddenly. "She doesn't deserve to cum on our dicks." Again Maria felt an emptiness when the cock fucking her ass withdrew and almost immediately she found herself on her back on the ground. The two men knelt over her head, one pinched her nose shut, and as soon as she opened her mouth desperately seeking air, both began to cum. In her mouth, on her face, in her hair... She remained there for a while, with the sun bathing her naked body and her thoughts in absolute confusion. What did she want? To leave and escape? Or.... ?

"Get on all fours, you fucking whore, we're not done with you." It was the voice of the fifty-year-old who, as always, "underlined" his words with a strike of his cane on her. Slowly, as much as the pain from the blows allowed her, Maria complied. She knew there were three others waiting their turn. From the size of the cock entering her ass, she understood it was the oldest one. The one who earlier, in the bathroom, had fucked Sophia. Now he was unleashing himself on her for a long time. However, in Maria's mind, the image of Sophia's tortured body swirled, which had connected her to him, and so she couldn't hold back her tears. And between her sobs, she screamed at the abrupt penetrations of her rapist. But it seemed this turned him on even more and made him even more violent. At some point he got tired of her and, without having cum, he left her and stood up. But Maria remained motionless there. Later she saw that he continued with Sophia, who submissively accepted all his whims. And Maria wasn't alone for long. Another cock, which wasn't Pantelis's, was soon found fucking her from behind. But he didn't last long. In a few minutes he came on her and left her. Something shiny and cold touched her on the side of her neck. Opening her eyes, she saw a T-shaped riding crop. Pantelis was holding it and passing it slowly under her neck, letting her understand she had to get up. Reluctantly, the girl complied, but as soon as she found herself looking at him, a knot tightened in her stomach, soon to transform into a warm feeling of anticipation. "Is it possible?" She wondered again.

"Move," Pantelis told her and pushed her gently towards the house. And as they walked, the crop struck her lightly, almost caressingly. On her face, the cum of the first rapists had dried. In her ass, she felt the semen of the last one. But her pussy was also wet... Pantelis led her to the bedroom and made her lie down. The soft bed gave her a wonderful feeling of nirvana. She watched Pantelis slowly take off his clothes and grew even more aroused. She wanted to be caressed, but didn't dare. Once he found himself completely naked standing next to the bed. He held in his right hand the crop, which he slapped two-three times against the palm of his left. Then he extended it towards Maria's mouth and she began to lick it. Without a word he moved it and caressed with its wet tip the folds of her breasts. Maria let out a sigh and, no longer able to hold back, brought her hand to her cunt and began to caress it. First the clitoris and then the labia. She had almost forgotten the pains that the successive abuses had caused in her body.

Pantelis continued to caress her with the crop which now descended to the lower part of her belly. And then he pushed her hand away from her cunt and went between her thighs. Maria squeezed them with a new moan escaping her lips. Pantelis moved it right - left to make her open them. Then he left it aside and climbed onto the bed. He knelt between her thighs holding his cock which gleamed with lust and leaned slowly to insert it into her in the very classic position. His cock slid gently inside her wet cunt and Maria gasped and raised her thighs to receive it inside her better. And he fucked her gently, sensually, as if they were romantic lovers, as if the abduction, the rapes, the beatings hadn't preceded...

Maria moaned with pleasure as his cock plowed her cunt. She kept her eyes tightly shut and her tongue unconsciously caressed her upper lip. Her hands touched and lightly pinched the folds of her breasts. She couldn't hold back anymore. Her legs tightened around his body and locked behind his waist, as if they wanted to imprison him inside her, the moment her cries and the contractions of her body betrayed a wild and endless orgasm. Pantelis was fucking her now with an accelerating rhythm that peaked as he began to cum inside her.

"Take my cum, you bitch, so you learn what fucking means..." He got up, dressed and left her there. A little later Sophia entered the room bringing her food, orange juice, a sandwich and fruit. The two girls looked at each other. In Sophia's eyes anxiety was visible. "What did they do to you?" asked Maria. But her friend, as soon as she tried to answer, choked on her sobs... They hugged and remained like that until one of the rapists entered the room and dragged Sophia out. Maria was left alone and despite the lump she felt in her throat she began to eat ravenously. How much time passed? The sun was at its zenith when Pantelis came again, passed the noose around her neck and dragged her out. Maria froze again. How was it possible for him to be such a tender lover one moment and so callously inhuman the next? Outside, without even looking at her, he tied her standing to the railings and sat down to play backgammon with his friends. Maria saw Sophia next to them always on all fours, receiving occasional lashes on her ass from the infamous rod. She almost passed out from the sun... She opened her eyes again when she felt a presence and realized that Pantelis was untying her bonds. The sun had begun to set. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other four leading Sophia inside. Later she learned that her friend had undergone yet another gang rape, which she endured submissively, complying unquestioningly with all the appetites of their abductors. The beating she had taken had broken her psychologically so much.

Maria found herself walking again towards the shack. Pantelis was pulling her by the noose. As they approached he pulled her to pass in front of him, simultaneously slapping her ass cheeks. Maria yelped from the pain. "Yell as much as you want" he said tonelessly and continued to hit her as they walked. The shack was awful. Pantelis pushed her inside and hitting her forced her to her knees. Maria now felt the crop between her thighs. Caressing her cunt and her asshole. Soon however Pantelis's body lowered behind her and his cock tore her ass violently. The girl couldn't even scream. Her dizzy mind worked uncontrollably. What kind of man was this? And what perversion was hers, to feel pleasure from the abuse... At some point Pantelis finished. He left her there as she was, on all fours. Maria didn't dare move. Darkness had fallen completely when the door opened again and Maria felt them pull the noose that was still passed around her neck. Once more she found herself kneeling in front of the man who aroused such conflicting feelings in her.