Arael glided easily between rows of headstones, old and decaying trees hanging heavy with moss and vines. She walked slowly through the graveyard, enjoying the breeze and the way the moonlight broke through the trees lighting her way.  She could feel the night calling to her as she walked, hearing the crickets, an owl and the soft padding of her footsteps.

The young girl was head to toe goth.  She wore her knee-high leather boots and ripped fishnet stockings along with a black leather mini-skirt and corset. She carried only a small bag, perhaps big enough for a book and a few odds and ends.  Pale white skin gleamed through rips in her skirt and her stockings, and her silver rings glistened from her fingers.  A pentagram made of onyx hung around her neck. Her ears were pierced five times between the two of them, her left eyebrow had carried two rings.  Moonlight shimmered of a ring through her lower lip and her nose.  Her tongue had a barbell, as she had rings in other, less wholesome places.

“Fuck I hate this town” Arael muttered to herself as she walked.

As she got deeper into the cemetery she could hear some faint music coming from the distance. “Dumb ass hicks partying in the old keeper’s place again,” she thought to herself.

It didn’t matter to her, they could all get drunk and high over there in that barn and puke their guts out, but she had things to do here.  She looked up at the moon, hanging full in the sky. Tonight was Samhaim, the original festival of Halloween from long before anyone had settled the ground that would become Rome: The most important of the greater Sabbats, and a time to pray for wisdom and guidance from all the ones who have left this world behind.

Arael finally found a good, open place, over by one of the mausoleums.  Relaxing herself to the ground, she set her back pack down and opened it.  She started rummaging through it for the items she would need – candles, athame, string to make a circle, her book of shadows…

She never saw the end of her life coming.

“Hey boys,” she heard a male voice nearby sometime later. “Looks like we found ourselves a vampire.”

Startled, Arael opened her eyes to see six men, looking like football players, standing around her. She hadn’t heard them walk up. “Get the fuck out of here, assholes,” she said, unconcerned.  The men all just laughed.  She tried to get up but one of the men pushed her back down as soon as she started to rise.  She collapsed onto her back on the ground with a thump.  The next time she tried to rise, he put his foot down on her long black hair, pinning her down and causing her to cry out in pain.

“No need to get up, sweetie,” one of them said. “Matter of fact, we prefer you down there. It makes things a lot easier.”

“Let me up!” she demanded as she tried unsuccessfully to shove the man’s foot off her hair. The man finally moved his foot but knelt down, grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head.   Finally get scared, Arael opened her mouth to scream and another guy kicked her in the gut.  All of her air left her in a rush.  The man who had first spoken straddled her middle and clamped a hand down over her mouth.

       “Lets get the slut out of sight,” one of the guys said, reaching down and grabbing her hair.  The man on her got off, and he started to drag her by her locks.  She screamed, and it emptied hollowly in the night.  One of the guys pried open the heavy door to the mausoleum, and she was dragged inside.

       Arael’s hair burned like boiling oil; it felt like it was being ripped from her scalp.  She didn’t know how far she was dragged before he roughly let her head fall to the floor.  They had dragged her somewhere in the catacombs under the mausoleum, lit only by a pair of flashlights.  She heard echoing laughs around her.  Arael screamed again.

She sprang to her feet turned to run, but before she could even take a step one of the guy had grabbed her tightly by the arm. With force he spun her around and threw her against a sarcophagus; bending her young body over it at the waist and forcing her ass into him. Her short skirt was flipped up allowing her nearly bare ass to rub against his rough jeans, her little thong offering no protection.

The other boys leapt toward her as if on cue. One grabbed each of her arms and pulling them wide. Another pressed her chest and head hard against the top of the sarcophagi. She could hear the others laughing as they went through her back pack, and dropped its contents on the tomb by her head. She could feel others hands on her as well, some were tearing at her corset, others she felt pulling her legs wide exposing her to the boy holding her down from behind.

“Please, please!” she shouted, trying not to cry. “Please don’t rape me! Please don’t!”

“Bitch,” someone laughed. “You can’t rape no whore!  You gunna take so much cock tonight, you neva gunna forgot. What you have to worry about is whether or not we going to kill your freaky ass when we finish wit you.”

She felt a hand sliding between her legs and pressing up against her, she didn’t even know whose hand it was; it could have been any one of them. She felt a hard yank and her thong was torn from her body and she knew her unguarded cunt and ass was now pressed up against one of her assailants. She shivered with the horror that she was about to be gang raped.

She felt the hard, rough stone of the sarcophagus on her left tit, rubbing cruelly on her nipple as one of her breasts was pawed free from the corset. Arael’s mouth was forced open and some cloth was pushed in, catching on one of her lip rings. It was her thong, or at least what was left of it.  She moaned into it and the hand again at her mouth as she felt fingers begin to force their way into her pussy and promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She could feel them in her, pumping in and out; and then slowly another forced its way into her ass; and she bucked back.

Suddenly Arael realized the fingers had left her, and something else was pressing into her, forcing her cunt lips wide. The one behind her, it was his cock, she realized; it had finally begun. She felt him slowly push inch after inch into her dry pussy, and then with force he slammed his whole cock deep into her. Again and again he rammed into her as she heard the other boys laughing at her humiliation. With despair she realized she could now definitely hear more than six boys laughing. How many she wondered, how many had come? They couldn’t all rape her, could they?

Again and again he raped his cock savagely into her, and she could feel something tearing.  Warm liquid started to lube his savage assault, her own blood.  Arael felt something pressing against her ass and knew it was one of her black candles from her bag. Her ass slowly stretched to fit it in, just as her pussy had spread to take his cock. She felt his pace speed up, his thrusting pelvis rapidly hammering into her as he pushed the candle deep into her, raping her ass with it just as he raped her cunt. There she lay, practically naked in a graveyard where no one would ever find her, being held down while a man raped her cunt while plugging up her ass with one of her own sacred candles, her wrists still pinned down above her head, her entire body being buffeted with every inward thrust of the man between her legs, desperately trying to gasp down air through her gag. She finally couldn’t hold it back anymore and started sobbing and trembling, and she prayed for it to end. How powerless she felt! HOW PATHETIC! Finally she felt him grunt, and she tried to scream out as she felt him cum deep in her pussy. Finally he slid out of her, and was quickly replaced by one of the other guys. His cum and her own blood began to trickle down her leg, as her makeup ran down her face, streaking from her tears.

This one had an even larger cock. She could feel the candle still deep in her ass wiggling with every thrust of that mans hips. She felt his balls slapping against her with the force of his every thrust.  She cried harder.  She could see a little better now – they were lighting her candles and she could smell her incense.  She felt like a lamb in some ancient ritual, being sacrificed on the point of someone’s cock. Finally he came exploding, forcing his cum into her tight little cunt. With a slurping sound he pulled his cock out of her, she could feel his and the first guys cum erupt out of her and run down her spread legs. The next guy quickly took the other guys place, easily slipping into her sopping, cum filled hole.

Another guy, and then another guy took her; filling her with his cum. Some of them would use the candle to fuck her ass, others would just leave it in her as the used her cunt. She had no idea how much cum was filling her pussy and running down her legs. Her cunt felt like it was gaping open, they must have been fucking it for over an hour now. Occasionally she would see a flash of light, and realized someone was taking pictures with one of those disposable cameras. They were no longer even holding her down, she was just laying there sobbing as they took turns.

“This whore cries too much,” said one guy as he got between her legs.  “It’s pissing me off.  Would someone shut her the fuck up?”

“Goddamned right I will!” said the man sitting by her wrists. Shifting around, he turned to the side of her head and took out his cock then he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her head to the side so that she was facing him. “Open up bitch.”

Defiantly, Arael clamped her teeth shut. The man above her face grabbed a ring through her lip one her nose ring and started pulling and twisting.  He screamed into her thong with agony as she felt her lip start to tear a little, and she could taste blood in her mouth. Finally pain won out over pride.  Arael, sobbing so hard her whole body shook, opened her mouth and the cock was quickly shoved into it, almost before the thong was removed. As it reached the back of her throat she began to gag. WHAP! The man with the cock in her mouth slapped her hard along the side of the head and growled, “None of that you filthy whore! Start sucking and you’d damned well better swallow every drop!” Finally getting control over her reflexes, Arael began licking and sucking at the organ. At the same time, she felt the weight of the next man descend on her from behind, crushing her and pinning her down. She felt her legs being forced farther apart and the head of his cock touching her most raped cunt and then, with hardly a push, it was inside her, thrusting and stabbing. It was the biggest cock she had taken so far, and it hurt despite the massive amount of cum filling her pussy.  It was all she could do keep from clenching her teeth and biting the man with his cock in her mouth. Certain that it would probably mean death, Arael desperately locked her jaw and forced herself to keep her throat open.  She sucked in breaths between sobs and thrusts thrust into her throat, her body buffeted between the two rapists.

Finally the man in her mouth began shooting forth his hot cum. Most of it went down her throat, but some of it leaked out the side of her mouth and down her cheek. With no hand free to wipe it off she could do nothing but just let it stay there. “Goddamned sloppy bitch!” the man grumbled as he wiped his cock off with her hair. Next, the man between her legs began to cum. She felt more seed being pumped deep into her. Upon withdrawing from her he smacked her naked ass just for fun, laughing at her.   She didn’t have to wait long before another guy yanked on her hair and shoved a cock into her face.  This time she took it without argument, gagging and crying as another cock found her pussy as well.  In short time, cum was practically covering her face and hair, mingling freely with her tears, spit, and running makeup.

Suddenly, there were no more cocks being shoved into her.  She just laid there crying pitifully.  Was it finally over?  She turned her head and her blood practically froze in terror – in the dim candlelight, she could see a huge press of bodies.  At least twenty.  People from the party must be streaming down to get a piece of goth tail.  One of them was digging through her wallet.  “So, Arael,” he said to her. “You weren’t too enthusiastic about showing us a good, and you’re not even that great of a fuck. Can you give me any reason we should let you go on living?”

“P-please don’t k-kill me!” was all she could think to say. The men laughed.

“Make her beg good and proper,” another said. “Have her get on her knees.”

“You heard him,” number one told Arael.

Slowly, shakily, PAINFULLY Arael let herself drop off the sarcophagus she was on, and then struggled up into a kneeling position. Her head hanging, she said, “P-please d-don’t kill me!”

“Show me some respect,” he told her. “Call me Sir.”

“Please don’t kill me Sir.”

“What are you willing to do in order to be allowed to stay alive?” he asked. It was obvious that they were enjoying her degradation almost as much as they had enjoyed raping her.

“I-I’ll let you have sex with me again Sir,” she offered. “I won’t try to stop you.”

“You stupid whore!” he nearly spat at her. “We’re going to do that anyway.”

“I-I don’t know what you want Sir,” she protested. “Please tell me Sir. I’ll do whatever you want.”

All the men laughed as Arael desperately pleaded for something she could do to save herself.  After five minutes or so, she was crying too hard to keep talking and just sobbed.  When he did that, the man questioning her walked closer, grabbed her by her hair, and shoved his cock deep into her quivering mouth as deeply as he could.  She gagged horrifically as it hit the back of her throat and kept going, his pelvis bone crunching her nose.  She was pretty sure it broke, but with all of the cum on her face she couldn’t be sure.  He face raped her bleeding, sobbing mess for almost ten minutes, with her always on the verge of passing out from lack of air, before he finally pulled out and came directly on her face, right over her eyes.  He let go of her hair and she fell to the ground again, struggling for breath.

When she finally stopped breathing so raggedly, another guy stepped forward.  “Bend her over, boys.”  Arael was roughly slapped back atop the tomb with her cunt leaking fluids down her thighs. She moaned as she felt him remove the candle from her ass, she almost felt empty with it gone until she realized with horror what that really meant.

“Oh God Sir!” Arael begged. “Please not there! Do me in the cunt or mouth please Sir! I’ll make it good for you! I’ll ---!”

He just punched her in the back of the head.  “Your choice, whore,” he told her. “Either spread your ass cheeks for me or I strangle you to death right now!”

Sobbing anew, Arael reached around and opened herself up as directed. He shoved his fingers up her tight ass, first one, then 2.  He couldn’t fit a third finger in, even with a healthy disregard for her wellbeing.  “God, she’s got a tight little one,” the man observed. “I like them tight but this ass is going to hurt my cock. I think I need to stretch it a bit before hand. Hold her down and stuff that thong in her mouth. She’s going to try to jump and holler.”

Before the poor woman could do or say anything, her arms and legs were grabbed and a greasy rag was stuffed into her mouth and a hand was again clamped over her lips.  She twisted her head around to see what was happening and her eyes grew enormous with fear as she saw the boy rummaging through an open sarcophagus on the other side of the room, picking up what must be a femur.   Surely, she thought, he can’t mean to shove that thing huge thing inside her! She’d never survive that!  But that was precisely what he did and, he didn’t do it gently and gradually.  He first shoved it into her cunt hard, hearing her scream through her gag, and lubed it up.  Then he just rammed it into her ass, bracing it against his arm and shoving with his whole body in one brutal thrust. Even through the gag her scream echoed through the room as her ass was ripped and torn by the bone, and Arael began twisting and jerking as her captors continued to hold her down. She had never experienced such pain, or thought it could be possible! Tears streamed from her eyes and every fiber of her being shrieked that she must have died and been sent to hell.

The man began pumping the bone in and out, raping her ass with it unmercifully for a few minutes. When he was satisfied that her ass had been sufficiently torn he pulled it out and quickly replaced it with his cock. Despite its lesser size and the blood it was no less painful, as her ass was rapidly swelling tight at the injury to her hole.  More cum spilled out of her over filled pussy and ran down her legs with each thrust. She could hear the guys around there and a couple girls voices laughing as her ass was brutalized. After a while, she stopped straining against the strong male hands holding her fast and just lay there face down, sobbing, as she was ass raped. Another man soon grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. Pulling the rag from her mouth he replaced it with his cock.

The men stopped holding her down and she just lay there accepting her fate and doing what she was told as she was raped again and again.  Finally he filled her ass with his hot cum, not long ahead of the man in her mouth, who was fucking her face savagely. When he pulled out he quickly pushed the candle back into her so that none of his cum escaped before passing her off to the next guy.  After a few moments, the candle was removed again and a new cock was forced up her bleeding ass.

The next several guys also use her ass, and when the fifth one had finished raping her the candle easily slide into her ass and hung there loosely. Arael had long since lost count of how many guys had fucked her. Her bowels were beginning to feel full with her cum enemas and she knew the only thing holding all that cum in her ass was the candle. She could actually feel some of it sliding around and past it to slide down her legs and pool on the floor.

The next guy to rape her set her up more to her side and she felt the candle just drop from her loosed sphincter. Cum burst out of her with an explosion and she heard everyone laugh again as it ran down her legs and dripped out of her gapping ass. She thought it was over until she felt his cock also begin to slide into her loosened ass, and then saw another one of the guys step to her other side and she knew then that they were both going to use her. She felt both of those massive cocks penetrate deep into her well used holes, thrusting in and out of her as another cock dumped its load in her mouth and was replaced.

She could barely stand as they held her between them, thrusting in and out of her, her sobs wracking her as her abused body was stretched to the breaking point, full of three cocks. She felt the one in her cunt cum in her, and then his cum drip out of her, and then he was replaced by another. Then the one in her ass finished, exploding in a forceful thrust deep into her, and she groaned out. He too was replaced by another as more of the guys took their turn filling her three fuck holes and cumming into her, stretching her, and using her young body.

She had know idea how many had used her body when they finally let her fall to the floor of the catacombs. Her ass and cunt were numb and she could barely feel the sticky wetness between her ass cheeks and legs. She could hear people laughing and talking about how wide her cunt and ass were and how no single man would ever please her. She laid there still and numb.

“Hey,” she heard one of them say after a few moments. “I need to take a piss.”

Without warning, Arael was grabbed by the hair and jerked back up to her knees. “Open up.”

She just knelt there too stunned to do anything. Surely, even as evil as these men were, they couldn’t really expect her to submit to this!

He slapped her so hard her vision blurred momentarily. “Open your fucking mouth, cunt!”

Reminding herself that her life depended upon it, Arael opened her mouth and her tormentor shoved his cock inside it telling her, “Be sure you don’t spill any.”

As she knelt there waiting for the terrible, acrid liquid to start flowing she hated herself for not being willing to die rather than just meekly submitting to being used as a human toilet!

Even though she was expecting it, when the flow began it came as a shock to Arael who gulped down the foul substance as fast as she could and had to fight hard not to vomit (certain that she would just end up being forced to lick it up and be punished besides). After peeing in her mouth for what seemed to her an incredibly long time, the man finally pulled out and flicked the last few drops off the head of his cock and into her face.  Another guy walked up to her, and she cried and opened her mouth, but he didn’t even bother to stick his cock in before aiming at the whore and letting go, drenching her and washing the cum soaked slut with his piss.  She could hardly believe that this was the fate the goddess had given her, and she sobbed harder and more people approached to soak her with sinking piss.  She lost count of how many people had pissed in her mouth, on her face, on her tits.  What was left of her corset and skirt was now a soaked wreck, and her fishnets clung horribly to her body.

“I need to piss too,” another said, over in the crowd. “Crawl over here.”

Arael obediently crawled on all fours over to where he stood and opened her mouth, awaiting the inevitable. To her surprise, however, he said, “No, you dumb cunt, turn around and give me the other end.”

Puzzled, Arael did as she was told, presenting her ass to him. Reaching down, he shoved her face down to the ground and commanded, “Stay that way.” Then he spread her ass cheeks and shoved the head of his dick just barely into her hole. Then he let go! Arael felt the hot urine flowing into her rectum, burning the raw, scraped lining where she had been ass raped, and filling her. It was filling her like an enema and, in a way, it made her feel even dirtier and more defiled than having to swallow it. It started flowing out in a orange white stream, full of cum and blood.

“You fucking filthy whore!” the man screamed.  He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. “What the fuck are you doing, making a mess like that?”

What mess?  The floor was already covered in shit, blood, cum, piss, and god knew what else.  “Please Sir!” Arael replied frantically. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to! REALLY I didn’t! I UHHHHHHHHHH!”

The man slammed his fist unto her stomach causing her to crumple to the urine soaked ground groaning and gasping for air.

Thud! His shoe crashed into her bare ass and she whimpered.

Thud! He kicked her again. She curled up into a protective ball.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! He kept kicking her as his friends laughed.

“You incredibly clumsy slut!” he cursed as he reached down and grabbed her by the throat. “I ought to just go ahead and kill you now! A worthless rape toy like you doesn’t deserve to live!”

“Oh God no Sir!” she pleaded. “Oh God, please don’t kill me Sir! PLEASE DON’T!”

How pathetic she was she thought to herself, how totally devoid of any pride or self respect, groveling in this manner before this animal just to save her worthless life!

“Hey,” said the man who had her wallet. “Before you whack her, let her do something useful. Let her invite someone else to the party.”

“What do you mean?”

He shoved the wallet in front of her face open to a picture and asked her, “Who’s this?”

Arael froze in horror.

The main who was kicking the shit out of her tightened his hand around her throat, “Answer the fucking question!”

“I-it’s my s-sister Sir,” she finally admitted.

“Cute little thing,” number three observed. “How old is she?”

“e-eighteen Sir.”

“What’s her name?”

“R-Raven S-Sir.”

He loosened his grip a bit but continued holding her by the throat. One of the men shoved her cell phone (which he had also taken from her purse) and commanded, “Call her and tell her you need to be picked up.”

Arael started at him in horror. She couldn’t possibly do that!

“You anxious to die?” number one asked her. “You don’t do what you were told I’ll snap your scrawny neck right now. You DO do it and both you and your kid sister get fucked but we MIGHT let you both go on living when we’re done. You’ve got a minute to decide.”

Here was the moment of ultimate decision for Arael. She knew what she SHOULD do, what the courageous thing to do was, what the unselfish thing to do would be. Could she do it? Did she have the courage to sacrifice her life for her sister. Finally ---- hating herself! ---- she turned on the phone and began dialing Raven’s number.

“Good girl,” the man told her. “And we’re listening. If I hear anything which sounds the slightest bit fishy it will be the last living act you ever perform!”

The conversation with Raven was brief.  Arael pretty much just said that her car had broken down and she was outside of the sacred hills cemetery and needed to be picked up.  Her sister bitched and moaned and asked her if she had any idea what time it was. Sick with shame, Arael pleaded with her and then Raven said she would be there in half an hour. Then she hung up.

The guy let go of her throat and smiled   “Some of yall, get to the entrance.  When he shows up, grab her and hide the car.  Then drag the slut down here.”  He pushed Arael down to the floor.  “We should have just enough time for a good fuck before sweet sis shows up to join the party.”  He grabbed one of the burning candles and got between her legs, holding it up over her exposed tits.

Arael screamed out as her tender flesh was scalded, hot wax splattering over it. Rugh hands from other rapists held her down as he held the candle in place. She barely felt his cock as it entered her gaping, well raped cunt; but she definitely felt the hot wax as he began to drip it on her bare, young breasts. She could feel her nipples on her rings in tension.   Her breath caught as he thrust into her and let some of the wax drip on her clit, it didn’t matter that the two or three other boys were laughing at her humiliation and debauchery. The man thrust again and again into her, roughly, forcefully. Cruelly he dripped the wax over her nipples, over her clit, over her navel. The guys laughed evilly with her humiliation, the chuckled as the guy came in her adding his cum to all the other. She could barely think she didn’t even know how many had used her ass or cunt, all she knew was they were full of cum and gaping open and that she would never be the same. The laughed again as the guy pulled out and more cum ran down her legs. She saw more flashes of light as they took pictures of her laying there, spread open and covered with cum.

For the next half an hour or so more men did Arael again. She performed without any attempt at protest. She humped when told to hump, sucked when told to suck, presented her ass when told to present it, jacked off a cock when told jack it off, opened her mouth so upon command, swallowed any cum pumped into her mouth and anything else, crying the whole time. In short, she behaved like the fuckable goth whore she had now become. She was no longer a person, no longer a human being. She had become just a collection of fuck holes and a pair of tits.  And that’s how her sister first saw her as she was dragged down between three men, tape over her mouth, eyes wide in horror as she watched her sister be raped.

Raven was something of a goth girl herself.  She had always been into the same scenes as her sister, but never was as good at the style, so he made up for it with lots of black makeup.  Thick mascara and eyeliner, black lipstick, black nail polish.  She thought it made her look dark.  The men though it made her look like a whore ready to get gang raped.

As they tossed her to the floor, one of the men there grabbed the girl by the hair and painfully yanked her back to her feet. Number one stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat then said, “Here’s the deal, cunt. See your sister there?  The same is going to happen to you.  You do everything you are told and don’t say anything except when you are told to or when someone asks you a question and MAYBE we’ll let both of you go on living. Either of you fuck up and you both die.  You got that?”

She nodded, tears welling up in her wide eyes.

WHAP! He slapped her hard across the mouth, splitting a lip.  A small trickle of blood went down her chin, contrasting with the black makeup and pale skin. “Show respect! Answer out loud and call me Sir!”

“Y-yes S-Sir!” she stammered.

He put his hands at the top of her skimpy dress and tore downward.  The fabric ripped easily.  Off to the side, another man came in Arael’s mouth and was replaced by a new rapist, who was watching Raven get cruelly stripped

“Nice set of tits,” he remarked as they were exposed to the candlelight. “Good and firm too.”

“Bet she has a whole string of young high school studs sucking on them all the time,” commented one of the girls in the crowd.  Everyone laughed. Raven was mortified! She felt like a raw slab of meat.

“Down on your back,” the one tearing at her clothing told Raven. In a panic she shot a glance at her sister as she was gang raped in the background.
“Don’t look at her, bitch!” he told the girl. “She isn’t calling the shots here, we are.”

“No, please!” the girl begged as she started to back away. “Please no!”

“Bitch!” he growled as he grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. “I TOLD you to keep your fucking mouth shut!”

With that he dragged her down to the ground and onto her back. Her scream echoed through the catacombs, but no one who would help her heard.  Her scream only turned her rapists on more.  She tried to push him away, to scratch at his face but another guy grabbed her wrists and held them pinned down above her head. The man on top of her had no problem getting her naked legs apart and getting between them. Reaching down he roughly shoved a couple of fingers deep inside her and began probing and exploring. Raven squirmed in pain and embarrassment.

“Hey guys,” he called out exultantly, “I’m going to get to bust me a cherry! The little cocktease is a virgin!”

“Lucky son of a bitch,” One guy declared. “Wish I’d thought to get her here!” said another.

With that, number one unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock. Raven’s eyes became huge when she beheld the enormous organ. She tried to beg for mercy, to plead that she was much too small for it but he didn’t care.  After all, he’d already raped her sister.

With a savage thrust his cock was shoved into her! She could feel her tender hymen being stretched then torn. There was a sharp stab of pain followed by the wetness of her own blood. She stopped struggling and just slumped in despair, passively accepting whatever was to be done to her naked, exposed body, powerless to exercise any control over it.

Arael, meanwhile, was not having an easy time of it.  As the 3 people currently raping her came in her well used body, no one took their place, focusing on Raven as she had her virginity ripped from her.  She just lay there on the ground staring helplessly at the sight of her younger sister being raped.

“Hey,” one guy said to her. “What the fuck? You think this just became a spectator sport for you just because your sisters getting fucked now?? Get down on your back and get your legs apart.”

“Don’t worry slut, there will be plenty more cock for you.  Only thing is, it’s going to take us awhile to get bored of your sister and share some with you. Arael cried in shame.

“But that doesn’t mean than you shouldn’t go right on and keep having fun without us,” he went on. “Turn on around here and face us while you play with yourself. Be sure to keep those pretty legs spread nice and wide so we can get a good view.”

‘God!’ she thought. ‘They want me to masturbate in front of them!’

“Right now whore!” he insisted.

Obediently she turned her cunt to face them, and reached down between her legs.

“No, no!” the man told her. “Don’t use something as little as one of your scrawny little fingers, have some real fun.” He went back over to where her backpack had been dumped out and found her athame, a knife with a thick black handle.  He tossed it to the floor beside her. “Use this.”

Arael was in shock.  Just when she was thinking that there was nothing worse they could do to her.  To use a sacred object like that was an affront to her, and stabbed at what little was left of her pride.  That aside, the handle was huge, thicker than any humans cock should be. It would stretch and tear her pussy even more than it already had been and its texture was rough, it would rub her already sore interior RAW! She stared at the athame, willing it to just be a sadistic joke.

“If you’d rather, I suppose you could use the femur again,” he snickered evilly, pointing over at the bloodstained thigh bone that had broken in her ass. With trembling fingers she picked it the knife, holding it gingerly by the blade.  Her other hand to spread her lips as far apart as possible, and began to slowly ease the end inside.

By now a few people were paying attention to her again,  “Speed it up bitch!” commanded one of them. “Shove it in all at once and really rape your cunt!”

Gritting her teeth, Arael gave the knife a hard push, cutting thin lines into her hand despite her best efforts. She whimpered and had to bite her lip in order to keep from screaming, so intense was the pain! She could only imagine the damage she was doing to herself!

“See,” he remarked, already turning his attention back to Raven as he screamed as her pussy was being taken for the first time. “She can’t contain herself. She’s moaning with pleasure already. Aren’t you grateful that we are letting you have all this fun cunt?”

Th-th-thank y-y-y-you S-S-S-Sir!” she murmured as she began to weep and tremble.

“Pump harder”. She obeyed.

“Let’s see some tit action… Start playing with a tit.”

With her free hand she began squeezing her left breast and rolling the nipple around with her thumb and forefinger, the ring glistening in the candlelight.

“Start licking the nipple,” he went on. Between watching her wince as she had to fuck herself and hearing her sisters screams, his cock was hard as hell.  He gently rubbed it as he watched the spectacle.

Arael’s breasts were fairly good sized but it still took some stretching and extreme lowering of her head to get it to her mouth. Obediently, she began licking the nipple and soon it was glistening with her saliva.  It tasted like piss. All the while she kept torturing her battered cunt with the athame.

“Take a big mouthful and start sucking,” He instructed her. Stretching on the breast even more severely, she filled her mouth with it and started sucking as if she were milking herself. How extremely humiliating! She was actually raping herself and sucking her own breast all for her rapist’s amusement! 

“Okay,” number one finally told her. “Let go the tit.”

With a sigh of relief she opened her mouth and released her sore breast. Now, if they would only let her terminate the vicious pounding of her cunt and remove the knife!

“Do the other one,” he commanded.

“Ohh!” she groaned aloud as she lifted the other breast and subjected it to the same abuse.

“Keep raping yourself, whore.  I’d hate for you not to have a good time.”  He said as he walked right up to her, sitting down on the sarcophagus phasing Raven and Arael.  “But your other whoring holes need using too, don’t they?”  He smiled savagely. “Suck me off while I watch the show, and if I catch you being any less than enthusiastic about my cock or fucking the knife, I’ll fuck you with it for you:  And I’ll use the sharp end.”

Meanwhile, the first man finally yelled and gripped Raven tightly as he came in her.  She didn’t even struggle after he got up, and the next guy got between her legs quickly.  Taking just a second to admire the cum and blood slowly seeping from the whore, he started to fuck her as well.  Then a third man.  And then a fouth.

By this time, people had gotten tired of waiting to dip their dicks in Raven are were bored of the show.  They wanted a fuck and Arael’s holes were available.  Her Athame was ripped from her cunt and he was tossed to the ground, with a cock shoved up her filthy cunt.  For a while both sisters lay there in the dirt and fluids, staring helplessly at each other as their naked bodies were similarly assaulted, their cunts battered and pounded, their breasts sucked, pinched, squeezed, and bitten. They were two powerless sacrificial lambs, impaled and offered up for the consumption by the crowd

The men came, and more replaced them.  Another cock was shoved down Arael’s throat, and she was turned over to allow access to her ass as well.  Seeing the cunt get triple fucked obviously made people think about how dumb it was to only be using one of their new whore’s holes, and one went over to her.  He hauled Raven head up by the hair and turned it to face him, the makeup smearing her pretty face.  “You too. Let’s see how good you are at sucking cock!”  He stared shoving his organ into the girl’s mouth and thrusting deep, making her choke and gag.  Her throat milked his cock as she tried to expel it from her mouth and get at air, but she was positive that if she bit down she wouldn’t live to see dawn.  Down below, the cock wedged in her pussy dumped yet more cum deep in her before pulling out with an audible plop.  She sobbed harder.

The first man came in her mouth and was replaced by the next in line.  He laughed in disgust a minute into the rape.  “How did you manage to cum in this slut?” he asked.  “She can’t suck dick with shit!”  He pulled out and started smacking her face, over and over.  “You lazy cunt, I ought to fucking kill you!”

“P-please Sir!” Raven begged. “I’ve never done it before! Please don’t hurt me anymore Sir!”

One of the girls in the crowd laughed.  “I guess she isn’t as big of a whore as her sister is.”  All the guys laughed.

“Get her over and let her see how big sister does it,” said the man raping Arael’s face..

As soon as the man in her cunt came, the dissatisfied rapist grabbed Raven by the hair and drug her, half crawling to keep her hair from being pulled out by the roots, over to where Arael was being raped. He got her to her knees then, still gripping her hair, held her face just a few inches from where the act was taking place.

“Look at sis,” the man fucking his cock savagely into Arael’s mouth told her. “She’s a real pro at it. See how she takes it all the way in, all the way back of her throat and deeper?  See how she keeps her tongue under my cock and keeps sucking and licking as it goes in and out?. Yup, your sister sure does love the taste of cock. Only thing she likes better is having one shoved in her cunt or ass. Here, I’ll show you.” With that he dragged her face over to where two more cocks were invading Arael’s other holes.

The two men raped her hard, gripping her firmly and painfully by the ass cheeks and shoving themselves all the way into her stretched holes with their usual disregard for her suffering. Now Raven was subjected to the spectacle of her sister being simultaneously raped in the face, ass, and cunt. In addition, the man ahead of her was gripping two handfuls of her filthy black hair and using them like reins while number one reached beneath her and clutched each of her breasts as if they were handles as he pumped in an out of her poor ass. Tears streamed down Arael’s cheeks as she helplessly endured the humiliation of being forced to perform in this obscene manner just inches from her younger sister’s face. Finally, all three men came at about the same time, the first one clutching Arael’s hips in vice-like grips while he shot yet another load of hot semen into her from the back. Below her, a second bit hard on her tits while he pulled her down deeply onto his cock, filling up her cunt with more of his disgusting cum.  The third held her face clamped tightly against his groin as she gulped his cum down her throat and into her stomach.

Upon pulling out of Arael’s ass, the man chuckled sadly observed, “God, you are a real mess back here!  So’s the other cunt.  I think we’d all rather fuck clean whores, eh?” He asked to the general approval of the crowd.  Lets have these bitches clean themselves up. “Get little bitch’s tongue over here to clean it up.”

Obligingly, number two dragged Raven, still crawling on her hands and knees, over behind her sister then, still holding her head imprisoned by the hair, he shoved her face into Arael’s ass and commanded, “Lick! And get in there DEEP! We want her cleaned out good!”

Bawling, the young goth girl began licking clean the outside and inside of Arael’s ass. Both sisters were feeling more humiliation, shame, and revulsion than they had ever believed possible and their male captors were enjoying every second of it.

One of the men threw Raven to the floor and grabbed Arael by the hair.  “Return the favor cunt.  We want her spankling and ready to fuck again, too!”  Arael cried more, but reluctantly climbed on top of her sister in a sixty nine and started licking her cunt ass out, cleaning the cum stains from the horde of rapists. 

Finally one of the two pulled Raven away from Arael and asked her, “Do you think now that you can figure out how to do a decent job of sucking my cock or do I need to kick you around some more?”

“Please don’t hurt me anymore, Sir!” she begged. “I’ll do good for you Sir!”

With that, he shoved his cock back into her mouth and started pumping in and out. This time she tried desperately to follow Arael’s example. As revolting as she found what she was being forced to do to be, she certainly didn’t want to be beaten anymore, let alone killed. She kept licking and sucking as the vile organ moved in and out. The other men watched as they rubbed and stroked their hard cocks.  A few of them smiled and grabbed hold of Arael again, sharing her pale flesh between them, one choosing to rape her mouth while another stuffed a cock in her poor pussy.. Finally the man pressed Raven’s face tightly into his groin and warned, “You’d fucking a better swallow every goddamned drop!” Then he began to shoot cum into her open mouth. The girl gulped down spurt after spurt until she had consumed it all and, without having to be told, licked up the last drop off the head of his now satisfied dick.

“That was much better,” he told her. “See what fear and a little demonstration can do in teaching you how to be a first rate slut?”

The rape of the two poor girls went on for another half hour before the guys started to get bored.

“Hey,” one guy said, looking at Raven. “She was a virgin right?  I bet she’s a virgin up the other hole, too.  I’m hungry for some virgin ass. Bend her over that grave, the one we used to break in the other bitch.”

“Oh please Sir!” Raven begged, practically spitting up cum from the cock that has just finished raping her face. “Please not there! PLEASE!”

The guy slapped her so hard she fell to the floor, her lip split. “No one said anything to you! Keep fucking quiet!”

Raven was dragged to the same sarcophagus Arael was first raped on, bent over it, and held down.

“Shit!” number three exclaimed. “She looks even tighter that her sister was.” And with that, he shoved his cock into her cunt a few times, lubing it up good, then started pressing into her ass.  Raven was screaming and thrashing, but she was no match for the guys holding her down.  Arael winced sympathetically around the cock down her throat.

“Holy FUCK this bitch is so tight!  Never before fucked ass, man!  This is incredible!”

He had to work his cock in and out of her for nearly ten minutes before he was finally all the way in, his balls slapping against her cunt.  Pausing only shortly to savor the sensation of his cock buried deep in the sobbing girl, he pulled almost all the way out and proceeded to rape her good and hard. There was really no more need to hold Raven down by that time. She was lying over the side limply, just sobbing pitifully. One of the men pulled Arael up  by the hair and put her over the sarcophagus alongside her sister, burying his cock in her ass as another man continued to choke her with own dick.  Not one to be left out, another guy removed Raven’s gag, yanked her head back by the hair, and began raping her face. Both sisters lay there passively, side by side, as they were sexually brutalized yet again. 

Their rape went on for what felt like days.  Surely it must have dawned by now, Arael thought hopefully.  Most of the guys and all of the girl spectators had trickled out by now, their lust sated and exhausted by the night’s activities.  Only about ten guys were left… the most sadistic of the bunch.  They were the ones during the night that hadn’t been satisfied with merely raping the beautiful gothic sisters.  No, they had insisted on causing maximum pain and humiliation.  They were the ones with the least heart, and the ones that had no illusions about what they had done.  They knew they couldn’t simply let these girls go.

Finally the two raped girls guys lay there on the floor, blood and cum coming from every hole, to exhausted to even cry.  The men weren’t done with them yet, though.  They wanted to cause maximum suffering before then.

“Hey,” said one candidly to the other.  “I bet you I can fit my entire fist up that chick’s ass,” pointing at Raven.  She seemed not to notice, but she sure as hell noticed as his entire hand started to be pushed into her ass.  She was two tired to cry out, and just grunted and sobbed as he fit his whole hand in and made a fist, then proceeded to pump her with it for a while.  Meanwhile, another was trying to fit his boot up Arael’s abused cunt, practically kicking her across the floor as he pushed it deeper and deeper in.

One of the men pulled out a pliers and smiled at his friends sadistically.  Pulling Arael up by the hair and slapping her until she was paying attention, he proceeded to pull all of the piercings out of her face one by one, drawing new screams from the battered girl as her flesh was torn and ripped by the sadist.  While she sobbed, the man pissed on her face again.

Over at Raven, one of the men was fucking her with Arael’s athame, blade deep in her cunt.  She was bleeding badly.  Another man pulled out a pocket knife and wrote all sorts of horrible things on her thighs, tits, and face, declaring her a rape toy and dirty cum slut.  Her eyes started to glaze over, and the men knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Arael.”  One of the men said quietly.  “Arael.”  He slapped her gently across the face, and her dilated eyes focused on him.  “Do you want to live whore?”

Unable to even speak, she nodded.

“You need to make us promises.  Do you understand?

Another nod.

“You can never tell anyone about this.  If we hear the police get invoved, you and your entire family are dead.  Get it?”

Nod.

“We have a party here every week.  You and your sister will be there, every week, as our entertainment.  Ok?”

She started sobbing again.  Nod.

“From now on, you will never wear a bra or panties again.  You offer to fuck anyone that you even think might want to get between your legs from now on.  Understand?”

Nod.

“Ok then.  I guess we won’t kill you.”  He smiled at her before picking her up by her hair and dropping her into the open sarcophagus, atop the decaying skeleton.  Fully cognecent for the first time in hours, Arael realized what they were doing and screamed bloody murder.  She tried to climb out but Raven’s bleeding, dying body was dropped on top of her and she could hardly move.  With a loud grinding noise of stone on stone, the sarcophagus lid slid closed, cutting off her scream.  From two feet away the men could barely hear her.  No one would ever find her.

As the men walked out into the breaking dawn, they smiled and laughed to each other.  They would tell the others that they scared the shit out of the two girls before letting them go, and that they wouldn’t be any problem.  Their cocks hard again thinking about the pitifully screaming girl locked in the tomb below their feet, one pulled out his camera and smiled at it.  He would send the photos to his buddies here, and they would have many good times with their hands as they remembered what they had done, long after the world had forgotten that two beautiful sluts named Arael and Raven had even lived.

The End