Excerpt from "Lab Rat Women" by Simon Grail

 

Tanya was kneeling on a patch of dry, earthy ground.

She felt dizzy and confused, from moment quite unable to work out how she had got here. Or even where "here" was.

She looked about her. She was in a small clearing amid piles of broken bricks and fallen timbers and the shattered remains of what might have been window and door frames. Twisted lengths of rebar were stabbing up from the debris like rusty spears. Straggling weeds were growing up amongst the ruins and fire blackened chunks of walls leaned at crazy angles. Grey clouds seem to float behind them. From somewhere not far away she could hear the raucous cawing of crows.

For moment it didn't seem quite right, and she felt there was something she should remember. But that introspection was washed away by wave of deep terrible fear that clatched at her heart. The world after the fall was a dangerous place and she was lost and exposed out here. She must find some shelter before...

She heard the crunch of boots on gravel and the sound of voices approaching. She sprang to her feet and ran into the hollow formed by a partly collapsed wall.

Peering through chinks in the masonry she saw a band of five men, dressed in an assortment of coveralls and boiler suits, all pathed and grimy, entering the little clearing. They all had masks and helmets of different sorts concealing their features. They might once have been sporting or motorcycle helmets and protective masks, but now they were the armour and insignia of marauders. Each one was painted and decorated differently, with assorted small tools wired or taped to them like trophies or badges. They all carried makeshift clubs, or broom handles with kitchen knives tied to their ends.

Tanya shrank back into her hiding place, trying to still her breathing while trembling in fear. If she was quiet, they would not know she was here. Once they were past her, she could run the other way, back to... where was it she had come from?

But then the one at the head of the party, presumably the leader of the band, who had a claw hammer wired to his helmet, suddenly stopped, raising a clenched fist in the air. The others halted alertly. The leader sniffed the air.

'I smell fresh pussy! There's a female round here! Tool Gang: Spread out and find her!'

The tool gang men spread out, poking every hollow in the rubble with their clubs and rough spears. Tanya huddled up even tighter, stifling a moan of fear.

A figure appeared at the mouth of her hidey-hole, with a spanner mounted on his helmet. He thrust the end of his club into the hollow. She squealed as it grazed her thigh.

'Here she is!' he shouted in triumph.

Cries of delight rang out from the rest of the gang.

Spanner Helmet reached in and took hold of a fistful of her hair and dragged her out into the light. Tanya squealed and struggled but she could not pull free, and she had to cling onto his hand to stop her hair being torn out by the roots. He hauled her over to a small patch of bare sandy ground, about which the other tool gang men formed a ring. With their goggles on or tinted visors pulled down, the simplest way of telling them apart was by their tool emblems. Only their mouths showed beneath their eye coverings, and they were all grinning and licking their lips in anticipation.

Spanner gave Tanya a shove forward into the arms of their claw hammer helmeted leader.

'You're nice and fresh,' he said. 'Who do you belong to then, girly?'

'I... don't belong to anybody,' Tanya choked out, struggling to pull free.

'Oh, a loner.' He laughed and squeezed her breasts painfully hard through the ragged fabric of her dress, making her squeal.

'No! Please, don't. Please let me go!' Tanya begged.

'Maybe, girl... after we've had a bit of fun with you.'

He gave her shove across the circle in the arms of a man with a screwdriver taped to his helmet. He had his feel and then pushed her across the ring into the arms of Tire Iron, and he groped her and spun her round and then shoved her at Crowbar, who pushed her at Pliers, who thrust her back into Spanner's arms.

In this way she was bounced back and forth between them, all the time being spun around and groped. They squeezed her breasts and smacked her bottom and slid their hands up between her thighs and pinched her legs. They pulled at her ragged clothes and her rope belt came loose and her ragged dress began to flap about and slip off her shoulders, exposing her. And as anticipatory bulges forming in the fronts of their overalls, they laughed and laughed at her sobs of despair.

Finally, Tanya fell to her knees in the middle of the tool gang ring, sick and dizzy and disorientated.

'Make it easy on yourself, girly,' Hammer said. 'Strip or have us strip you!'

Unsteadily, Tanya got to her feet. Biting her lip, she fumbled at the remaining buttons of her dress and dropped it to the ground. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but Spanner gave her a warning prod with the end of his club. Something made her raise her arms and clasp her hands behind her neck, concealing nothing. As she did so she felt she done something like this before, in front of masterful eyes, but she could not remember where.

Their mouths twisted up into huge grins delight.

'Great bod... look at those tits... fuckin lovely arse... neat pussy...!' they exclaimed appreciatively.

They unbuttoned the flies of their ragged overalls, freeing straining penises that jutted out towards her. She whimpered at the sight of them.

Hammer stepped forward and took hold of the fistful of Tanya's hair. She whimpered again but did not try to pull free. She felt the resistance draining out of her. He squeezed and slapped her bare breasts. With a hot tingle she was aware of her nipples standing as if mocking her. She stifled a sob feeling her stomach knotting up, but she did nothing to stop him.

'That's right; make it easy on yourself,' he said. He addressed the rest of the gang. 'All right; let's get something to tie her down to. Then we can have some fun!'

Cheering, the men pulled at the tangled rubble and dragged out two twisted links of rusty rebar with lumps of concrete on each end, together with some lengths of electric cable.

They set them down on the sandy ground parallel to each other and about two meters apart. Hammer pushed Tanya down onto the ground between.

'On your back and spread out,' he commanded.

Feeling as if it was unreal and part of some terrible dream, she obeyed. The gang men took hold of her arms and legs and pulled them out wide and tied her wrists and ankles to the metal bars. Helplessly, she stared up at the ring of hidden faces and the jutting shafts of stiff cocks surrounding her. They began rubbing their cocks into even stiffer erections as they feasted their eyes upon her naked body.

To her confusion and disgust, Tanya felt her stomach churning and her nipples throbbing and her pussy wetting. How could she react like that? Had she done this before? She shook her head and whimpered and tugged at her bonds. 'No... please don't do this...' She begged pathetically. What little self-will she had left was shredding and she began to scream, 'please... somebody... help me!'

'Stop her squealing!' Hammer commanded.

Crowbar bent over her with a strip of rag in his hands that had a knot in its middle that he stuffed into her mouth and tied tightly about her head. She chewed on it as it muffled her cries.

Hammer had her first.

He knelt on the sandy ground between her spread thighs and bent over her, thrusting his stiff cock up into her cleft. It was too big and too hard to resist, and her passageway opened before it and his shaft filled her vagina. His coveralls rasped across her hard nipples and then his chest flattened her breasts under it. For a moment she looked up into the visor that covered his eyes and saw dimly the reflection of her own flushed and fearful face.

Then he began to thrust hard up into her, grinding her spread-eagled body beneath him. He clenched his teeth and grunted with effort as he pumped away inside her. She felt her sweaty buttocks being driven deeper into the sand, which was growing wet with her juices. They were flowing about his cock and it was squelching inside her! How could she respond like this? It was if her body knew what to do when there was no other choice.

She had done this before...

At least, having already been erect before he started, Hammer was quick.

With a final sharp thrust and grunt, he spurted his semen deep inside her. She sobbed as she felt the flicker of a treacherous orgasm course through her in response.

For a few moments Hammer lay heavy across her, savouring his mastery of her. Then he pulled out of her and got up, his soiled cock shiny with her exudations and his sperm.

'Freshen her up, Pliers,' he commanded.

Dimly, Tanya realized that the man called Pliers was carrying a plastic spray bottle slung across his back, of the sort used in spray cleaning, or applying preservatives to fences, or fertilizers or pesticides to garden plants. Now it had been put to a new use. It had a handle to pump up the internal pressure and a hose plugged into a rod-like metal lance with a spray nozzle on its tip. Pliers stood over her and pushed the nozzle into her ravaged pussy and squeezed the trigger. She squealed about her gag as a jet of water squirted up into her pussy and gurgled back out of her into the sand again.

When she was flushed out, Spanner knelt between her spread legs and took his turn with her...