Heather Brown: The rape girls

Jennifer looked for his cock and balls, but her search was in vain as the enormous expanse of his stomach obscured whatever he had between his legs.

The mayor turned and waddled to the table where he had set down his unmarked box.

He laboriously bent over and slipped the elastic band around his puffy ankles and shimmied it up his legs and over his hips so that it now encompassed his elephantine waist. Then he took the enormous appendage attached to the elastic and forced it down over the apex of his huge stomach and slid it down the underside of his belly to the vicinity of where his groin should be.

Jennifer saw him lift the incredible mound of fat that was his abdomen, and for a brief second before he slipped his device over it, she saw his actual cock and balls. They were pathetic-looking, shriveled up pieces of useless flab, his prick looking like some sort of shrunken yellow root and his balls like grapes that had been left out in the sun too long and were turning into raisins.

But now the mayor's useless cock and balls had vanished and were supplanted by the waving staff of his murderous-looking dildo. Maybe somebody, sometime, had an actual cock that huge, Jennifer thought in terror, but never one that seemed so stiff, so hard, so unyielding, so destructive-looking – a cock designed not for fucking, but for tearing a cunt apart, ripping it into a bloody, gaping wound.

Mayor Staley moved menacingly toward Jennifer, his mounds of fat rippling. The weapon was between his legs, a veritable telephone pole of a cock, a lance of destruction aimed at Jennifer's vulnerable cunt.

"Oh, God," Jennifer whispered just before the mayor reached her and started to grope sweatily at her, snorting like a warthog in heat, "where are they?" Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda were supposed to rescue her when the going get rough.

And now the slobbering mayor, his foul breath reeking of piss and shit leaned over and put his stinking, drooling lips to her face, running his squishy hands all over her body. He brushed his fetid mouth across her face, the enormous dildo darted like a lance between her legs and she could already feel the cold metal knob chafing against her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but that only made things worse as the impact of her inner thighs only happed the gigantic pole in her crotch.

The mayor was through with his version of foreplay now. He wanted to fuck Jennifer now. He wanted to fuck the huge prick up her cunt, the cunt that looked so innocent and young with no hair on it, practically blushing as he abused her pussy, his old and overworked heart pounding in anticipation at getting inside the young pussy quivering before him.

"Tell me," he rasped with his foul breath into Jennifer's ear. "Tell me what I want to hear."

She didn't know what he wanted. Tell him what?

"Tell me I've got the biggest prick you've ever seen. Tell me you've got to have it inside your pussy, pushing your cunt all the way out your throat. Tell me to fuck you," he insisted excitedly. Jennifer winced at the thought of the pain the monster dildo would send through her aunt; however she was even more fearful of what the mayor would do if she refused. She realized that until Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda appeared she would have to go along with him. There seemed to be no alternative but to place her hand between her legs and wrap her trembling fingers around the anxious, thrusting dildo, and mutter, "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me."

"What's that?" he demanded. "Say it louder. Shout it out!"

But Jennifer was momentarily speechless. For when she placed her hand around the fake cock she realized that its spring and power came from the flexible wires that were built into the plastic rubber.

Jennifer could feel the vibrations of the deadly instrument twanging beneath her fingers so much deadly energy was stored in the powerful dildo. She knew that once it was inside her cunt the whiplash generated by the mayor's body movements would cause the metal knobs jutting from the head to batter the interior of her cunt.

"Come on, you filthy cunt!" the mayor screamed. "Say it so I can hear it!"

Jennifer closed her eyes and repeated as though she were a robot, "You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen. Please fuck me," and then she grabbed it again, this time holding onto the dildo out of necessity.

"Ah, you want it, don't you, you can't wait," the mayor stuffed gutturally, flecks of spit spewing from his foul lips. And then he used a straight arm to shove her head back, grabbing at her legs as her head and shoulders bounced against the back of the couch. He spread her thighs apart, the pain from the stretching searing her cunt and asshole. Before she could scream, the dildo was inside her pussy, shooting like a torpedo up her gaping cunthole, the metal studs grooving against the delicate tissues of her pussy.

Jennifer's piercing scream came when the mayor plunged his manufactured prick to the hilt up her cunt, the knobs seeming to ream out the walls of her womb.

Jennifer thought she was going to be fucked to death. She screamed again and the mayor only seemed encouraged to increase his assault as a result of her cries of anguish. The room was filled with the sounds of the mayor's animalistic snorts as he drove the dildo home with one searing thrust after another, accompanied by the sloshing sound of the fake cock inside of Jennifer's cunt.

Then, suddenly, the sounds coming from Jennifer's cunt were drowned out by the crack of wood splintering. As the noise persisted and grew deafening, even the lust-mad mayor heard it and lifted up his head, abruptly stopped fucking. The splintering stopped with a final crash and then footsteps could be heard pounding across the floor toward the mayor and Jennifer. In seconds, Kimberly, Kitty and Gilda could be seen in the doorway.

"Jesus Christ!" the mayor exclaimed, startled. "What the hell is this?"

"Let's just say we're recalling you, Mayor," Kimberly said, advancing toward him, brazenly rolling her hips, the black leather of her high-topped boots gleaming on her lithe legs.

"What the…" he said, his beady eyes bugging out of his enormous head. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Who me, Mayor honey?" Kitty said, following Kimberly toward the sofa. "I represent the black vote, and we ain't satisfied with the job you been doin' at all."

Gilda followed last, saying nothing as she walked across the room, looking at the hideous, sweating mayor in utter contempt, curling her lip at the sight of his billowing, hanging yellow flab. When she joined the others, she spit in his astonished face, hissing, "You filthy pig."

Jennifer remained pinned under the mayor's bulk, her body, nude below the waist, helpless under his weight, still speared by the enormous cock between his legs. At the sight of her compatriots, the pain she had felt so intensely vanished and a smile crossed her face.

"I was beginning to wonder if you three had joined up with some other cause," Jennifer said.

"Not hardly," Kitty said. "We had some trouble gettin' up here, though. The security in this dump is a mother. I guess that's because of his pigs hip here."

"Then after we got up here," Gilda said, "we had to knock down the door."

"God, girls," Kimberly said with a note of alarm in her voice. "We're standing here chewing the fat and Jennifer is still lying here with that… that thing between her legs. Come on, let's get her loose."

The mayor had lapsed into numbness, unable to believe the events which had just transpired. He became increasingly catatonic when the three women grabbed his huge body from different angles, their fingers sinking into the mattress of his flesh in order to remove him from their skewered friend. Two or three times they had to renew their grips as their fingers lost traction on his sweaty body, but after a few minutes of tugging and hauling, they managed to dislodge him.