THE PRIZE by Sean O'Kane Read Free Book Online Page A

hands at her breasts began to tweak her nipples and knead the flesh.
    "These are good tits!" one voice said. "I bet she'll get lots of whip on them!"
    "And the arse on it!" Another voice chimed in as hands clenched in her buttockflesh. "They'll make a nice pillow for when you're buggering her up to your balls."
    Helplessly she was jerked about as the explorations and coarse comments continued. Eventually the hands managed to prise her thighs apart and fingers insinuated themselves into her cleft, teasing her clitoris.
    She reached down. "No, please. No!" she murmured, knowing it would be in vain but trying to retain a last vestige of dignity before her body betrayed her and she became the whore Sir John employed to entertain his clients. Someone wrenched her head sideways and crushed his mouth to hers as the fingers between her legs finally penetrated and forced a groan from her throat. The man kissing her kept her so long she went dizzy as hands were withdrawn from her cunt and others replaced them and the mauling of her breasts continued unabated.
    She staggered and would have fallen but the sheer press of bodies around her prevented that and instead she felt herself being carefully lowered down onto her back. She knew that her only defence was complete co-operation and as soon as she was lying down she spread her legs wide. At last the man kissing her withdrew and she was able to look up at the ring of men who stood over her. They had discarded the robes and were naked. For a second; a kind of calm before the storm, Ayesha had time to take in the stiffly jutting cocks which would shortly demand entry to her. They were of all colours, lengths, widths and types and she found herself eyeing them hungrily. Arousal and fear were vying for control of her body and Ayesha finally gave in to arousal as the first man dropped to his knees between her legs and stretched his length on top of her as his cock speared into her with no difficulty.
    To start with some of the men held her arms and legs but soon it became clear that she was putting up no resistance at all. Quite the reverse in fact. After the second man had ploughed her and then splashed his sperm over her stomach a s he wanked himself to a climax, s he found she was reaching out for more cocks with her hands even as she was arching her back to bury another one deeper inside her. After the third man had come inside her and two more had let her masturbate them to climaxes, someone suggested they move her onto a table. She felt herself being picked up by strong hands and realised that she had become a simple receptacle for sperm. Her hands were sticky with the stuff and she could feel cold clammy trickles of it finding their way down between her buttocks. But she had no time to reflect any further as the breath was knocked from her as the men slung her carelessly onto a hard wooden surface and then turned her onto her face. She realised what was coming next and began to struggle, but it was far too late by then and anyway the men seemed to enjoy having to hold onto her thrashing arms and legs. One of them held her head down by gripping the back of her neck with a terrifyingly strong hand and she felt her legs drawn inexorably apart. The sheer number of men who might want to take her anally frightened her but she retained enough sense to realise that the more she struggled the worse it would be and so she let herself go limp even as she felt the first blunt shape nestle between her buttocks and position itself against her anus. Hands gripped her hips and then the first push came. She felt herself give way and allow the cock into her, round ing her lower back and bearing down to smoothe the entry.
    "Good girl." An American accented voice from behind her complimented her. "I ain't the first she's taken up here boys," the voice went on and then the man sighed as his pelvis came to rest against Ayesha's buttocks and he achieved full penetration.
    "It's a nice tight fit though," he