A caller, who requested the 21 minute special, informed me that I found a beach while I was journeying today. Since summer was drawing to a close, and the beach was deserted. From the distance at which I saw it, it looked peaceful and pretty, despite the cloud cover and smell of rain that spoke of an impending storm.
I picked up the pace, determined to have a swim before the storm hit. It was a very good thing that I’d opted to wear my bikini under my skirt and top, since I hadn’t found a laundry yet. I pulled off my shirt as I was walking and tucked it into my pack without breaking stride. As absorbed as I was in my desire to make it to the beach in time, I neglected to notice the group of guys hanging out near the entrance to the beach. I was upon them before I realized they were there, and my heart rate doubled immediately upon noticing them.
They let me pass, and I followed the brick wall closely and quickly, trying hard to reach the other end of the pathway before anything could happen. I should have expected it; I should have just walked right on past the beach and moved closer into town along the road, where anyone could have driven by at any time.
They had me surrounded and pinned to the wall before I could blink again, and a good 15 feet from the beach. With the growth of shrubbery on one side and the wall blocking the other, I knew there was no hope of being spotted and rescued.
“I told you guys we’d get laid before school starts again, and here we are. Two days before school starts, and this fine little piece appears like she was dropped here by the hand of God himself to fulfill our desires,” said one of the guys. At this point, I knew that I was in for it.
One of them pulled my skirt down while another took a picture. They removed my top, but made me take my own bottom off, I’m guessing to get a glimpse of all of my goods while I bent down.
They pinned me against that wall and they had their way with me. All my screams, pleas, and protestations were ignored as they squeezed, pinched, groped, fondled, and rammed their way to their own pleasure. By the time they all finished with me, all 8 of them, I was sore from head to toe. My head had banged against the wall repeatedly as they pulled my hair and let it go. My breasts and pussy and ass were raw, swollen, and bleeding in some places. It was a painful experience, and one I would hope never to have to relive outside of my nightmares.
I can still hear the echo of her screams in the black darkness of the night. The air is damp and cool as the slight breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that surround my glorious alter. Her body is almost lifeless and I can barely see the movement of her chest as she takes shallow breaths. She is a fighter I have to give her credit for that. I have inflicted more pain then most mere mortals can stand and still she hangs on to her pathetic little life. Her blood is still warm as it drips down the sides of the grey alter that she is laying on. It has been a long time since I have tasted a still beating heart. The thick salty taste of blood with just a hint of iron, the feel of the muscle that we all equate with love, still pulsating as I sink my teeth into it and rip a piece of it off savoring every thing about what I am ingesting. I must act now before the last beat passes and I miss my chance.
