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Chapter 42: Sari (Act 2)
The men turned to him, their eyes narrowing in unison. The waitress’s gaze locked onto his, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for help. Rahim’s heart pounded, but he knew there was no turning back now.
"Let her go," Rahim said again, his voice steadier this time.
The first man, the one with the tattoos and the leering grin, chuckled darkly. "You must be out of your mind, buddy. This ain’t your fight."
Before the man could react further, Rahim lunged forward. He aimed a swift punch at the man’s face, but the blow barely fazed him. The man staggered back slightly, more from surprise than pain.
"Run!" Rahim screamed at the waitress.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted toward the street, her shoes slapping against the pavement as she vanished into the night. But Rahim wasn’t so lucky. The tattooed man recovered quickly, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that," the man spat, cracking his knuckles. "But you’re about to regret it."
Rahim tried to kick the man’s legs, but the second man, bald and burly quickly pulled up his jeans and rushed at Rahim. The fight turned into a chaotic melee of punches, kicks, and curses. Rahim was nimble, dodging and weaving, but the two men were stronger and more experienced fighters.
Just when Rahim thought he might gain the upper hand, a sudden, brutal punch landed on the back of his head. Stars burst across his vision as he fell to the ground.
The men didn’t stop. They kicked him repeatedly in the stomach, their boots heavy and unforgiving. Pain exploded through his body, and darkness crept in at the edges of his consciousness.
"Wait your turn, asshole," one of them snarled before delivering one last kick to Rahim’s ribs. "We’ll deal with you after we’re done with her."
Rahim lay motionless on the cold pavement, his body battered and bloodied. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The world around him faded into a blur of sounds and sensations. The faint scent of sex lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of his own blood.
When he finally regained consciousness, his vision slowly cleared. Under the dim glow of the streetlamp, he saw what he had feared most. The waitress was pinned against the alley wall, her clothes discarded on the ground. The tattooed man was behind her, his large hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with powerful, deliberate strokes.
"You’re so fucking tight," the man groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Tightest I’ve had in years."
The waitress’s small frame trembled with each thrust. Her hands pressed against the rough brick wall for support, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Soft, muffled moans escaped her lips, a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure.
"Fuck… you’re taking me so well," the man continued, his tone almost conversational despite the intensity of the act. "I can’t believe how wet you are. You’re loving this, aren’t you?"
The waitress shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. "Pl-please… stop…"
But the man only chuckled, his grip tightening on her hips. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. You don’t mean that. Your body’s telling a different story."
He slowed his pace slightly, savoring every inch of her as he moved in and out of her. His breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You feel amazing," he murmured. "I could do this all night."
Rahim watched helplessly, his body too broken to intervene. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing. The man’s bare ass slammed into the waitress’s hips with a rhythmic slap that echoed through the alley. His cock stretched her impossibly tight, each thrust drawing a gasp or whimper from her.
"Shit… I can’t hold on much longer," the man groaned. He turned his head slightly to address his companion, who stood nearby keeping watch. "You’re gonna love this one. She’s tighter than the last girl we had."
The other man nodded, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He held a small jar in his hand, the same oily substance that had once consumed Rahim. His fingers twitched as if eager to take his turn.
The tattooed man shifted his weight, driving deeper into the waitress. "Sorry, love," he muttered breathlessly. "I only brought one condom. Guess you’re getting my load straight up."
He grunted loudly, his hips bucking erratically as he came inside her. The waitress gasped, her body tensing as she felt him fill her. He stayed buried deep for a few moments before pulling out with a wet pop.
The second man stepped forward immediately, handing his friend the jar of oil. "My turn," he said simply.
The tattooed man took the jar and began applying the oil to his flaccid cock while his friend approached the waitress. She was visibly exhausted, her legs trembling as she tried to stand upright. The bald man grabbed her arm roughly and guided her to the ground where he had laid out his jacket.
"Lie down," he commanded.
The waitress hesitated, but there was no fight left in her. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the makeshift bed. The man positioned himself between her legs, his cock already slick with oil and halfway erect. He gripped her hips and guided himself into her.
Her gasp of pain was sharp as he entered her slowly but firmly. "Fuck… you’re even tighter than he said," he muttered, his voice strained with effort.
The waitress squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It hurts… please…"
"Shhh," the man soothed mockingly. "Just relax. You’ll get used to it." He began moving her hips up and down on his cock, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The tattooed man stood nearby, watching intently as he stroked himself with the oil-coated jar in hand. "How’s she feeling?" he asked casually.
"Like a virgin," the bald man replied with a smirk. "Tightest I’ve ever had."
The waitress whimpered as he thrust deeper, her small body struggling to accommodate his size. She felt like she was being torn apart, yet there was an undeniable spark of pleasure mixed with the pain.
"Good girl," the bald man murmured, his hands roaming over her body. "You’re taking me so well." He leaned down to suck on one of her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her.
The tattooed man grew impatient. He stepped closer to the action, his now fully erect cock slick and glistening under the dim light.
"Mind if I join in?" he asked with a sly grin.
The balding man didn’t object. He adjusted her position slightly so that she was straddling him, allowing the tattooed man to kneel beside her and guide his cock to her lips.
"Open wide," he instructed.
The waitress hesitated briefly before reluctantly parting her lips. He slid into her mouth slowly, savoring the sensation as she began to suck him off.
"That’s it," he groaned appreciatively. "Your mouth is just as tight as your pussy."
Both men moved in tandem, their bodies slick with sweat and lust, their grunts filling the alleyway with a primal rhythm.
The waitress was trapped between them, her small frame trembling under their combined assault. The tattooed man gripped the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, while the bald man thrust up into her pussy from below, his hands squeezing her waist possessively.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore,” the tattooed man growled, his voice rough and ragged. His hips bucked erratically as he grabbed her hair tighter, forcing her to take him deeper. “You suck so fucking good with that little mouth of yours. I’m gonna blow.”
The waitress gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size. Her muffled cries were lost beneath the wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, feel the throbbing vein on his shaft against her tongue.
“Damn it, neither can I,” the bald man grunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. He leaned forward, his hands moving to her hips as he drove himself deeper into her tightness. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m cumming so fast. I already fucked her once, but she’s just too fucking tight.”
The tattooed man chuckled darkly, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his release. “Yeah, she’s got a mouth like a vice grip too. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close this quick.”
The waitress whimpered weakly, her body trembling as she was used by both men. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her hands clutching at nothing as she surrendered to their relentless pace. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from her lips. She wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but her throat was too full of cock to make a sound.
“That’s it, baby,” the bald man murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. You’re doing so good for us.” His hips slammed into hers with a force that made her entire body jolt. “Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna fill you up.”
The tattooed man groaned loudly, his cock twitching violently in her mouth. “Oh fuck, here it comes,” he gritted out, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Swallow it all, you little slut.”
The waitress had no choice. As both men came simultaneously, she felt the warm, thick spurts of cum flooding her mouth and pussy. The tattooed man’s release shot down her throat, forcing her to swallow quickly to keep from choking. At the same time, the bald man’s load filled her cunt, the sheer volume of it leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck yeah,” the bald man panted, still thrusting shallowly as he emptied himself inside her. “Look at that. She’s dripping my cum already. Goddamn, she’s perfect.”
The tattooed man pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva and his own release. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin, watching as the last drops of cum oozed from her lips and dripped onto her chest. “Shit, look at her tits. All covered in my load. That’s a sight that could make any man hard.”
The waitress lay there, dazed and utterly spent. Her body was a mess, her pussy swollen and leaking cum, her breasts streaked with their fluids, her lips red and bruised from the rough treatment. She barely had the strength to lift her head, her eyes half-lidded as she stared up at them.
“You did good, sweetheart,” the bald man said softly, running a hand over her hair almost affectionately. “Real good.”
The tattooed man chuckled darkly as he wiped his cock clean on the edge of her discarded shirt. “Yeah, you’re a natural. Maybe we should keep you around for a while.”
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, guilt, and arousal.
The men turned to him, their eyes narrowing in unison. The waitress’s gaze locked onto his, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for help. Rahim’s heart pounded, but he knew there was no turning back now.
"Let her go," Rahim said again, his voice steadier this time.
The first man, the one with the tattoos and the leering grin, chuckled darkly. "You must be out of your mind, buddy. This ain’t your fight."
Before the man could react further, Rahim lunged forward. He aimed a swift punch at the man’s face, but the blow barely fazed him. The man staggered back slightly, more from surprise than pain.
"Run!" Rahim screamed at the waitress.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted toward the street, her shoes slapping against the pavement as she vanished into the night. But Rahim wasn’t so lucky. The tattooed man recovered quickly, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that," the man spat, cracking his knuckles. "But you’re about to regret it."
Rahim tried to kick the man’s legs, but the second man, bald and burly quickly pulled up his jeans and rushed at Rahim. The fight turned into a chaotic melee of punches, kicks, and curses. Rahim was nimble, dodging and weaving, but the two men were stronger and more experienced fighters.
Just when Rahim thought he might gain the upper hand, a sudden, brutal punch landed on the back of his head. Stars burst across his vision as he fell to the ground.
The men didn’t stop. They kicked him repeatedly in the stomach, their boots heavy and unforgiving. Pain exploded through his body, and darkness crept in at the edges of his consciousness.
"Wait your turn, asshole," one of them snarled before delivering one last kick to Rahim’s ribs. "We’ll deal with you after we’re done with her."
Rahim lay motionless on the cold pavement, his body battered and bloodied. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The world around him faded into a blur of sounds and sensations. The faint scent of sex lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of his own blood.
When he finally regained consciousness, his vision slowly cleared. Under the dim glow of the streetlamp, he saw what he had feared most. The waitress was pinned against the alley wall, her clothes discarded on the ground. The tattooed man was behind her, his large hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with powerful, deliberate strokes.
"You’re so fucking tight," the man groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Tightest I’ve had in years."
The waitress’s small frame trembled with each thrust. Her hands pressed against the rough brick wall for support, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Soft, muffled moans escaped her lips, a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure.
"Fuck… you’re taking me so well," the man continued, his tone almost conversational despite the intensity of the act. "I can’t believe how wet you are. You’re loving this, aren’t you?"
The waitress shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. "Pl-please… stop…"
But the man only chuckled, his grip tightening on her hips. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. You don’t mean that. Your body’s telling a different story."
He slowed his pace slightly, savoring every inch of her as he moved in and out of her. His breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You feel amazing," he murmured. "I could do this all night."
Rahim watched helplessly, his body too broken to intervene. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing. The man’s bare ass slammed into the waitress’s hips with a rhythmic slap that echoed through the alley. His cock stretched her impossibly tight, each thrust drawing a gasp or whimper from her.
"Shit… I can’t hold on much longer," the man groaned. He turned his head slightly to address his companion, who stood nearby keeping watch. "You’re gonna love this one. She’s tighter than the last girl we had."
The other man nodded, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He held a small jar in his hand, the same oily substance that had once consumed Rahim. His fingers twitched as if eager to take his turn.
The tattooed man shifted his weight, driving deeper into the waitress. "Sorry, love," he muttered breathlessly. "I only brought one condom. Guess you’re getting my load straight up."
He grunted loudly, his hips bucking erratically as he came inside her. The waitress gasped, her body tensing as she felt him fill her. He stayed buried deep for a few moments before pulling out with a wet pop.
The second man stepped forward immediately, handing his friend the jar of oil. "My turn," he said simply.
The tattooed man took the jar and began applying the oil to his flaccid cock while his friend approached the waitress. She was visibly exhausted, her legs trembling as she tried to stand upright. The bald man grabbed her arm roughly and guided her to the ground where he had laid out his jacket.
"Lie down," he commanded.
The waitress hesitated, but there was no fight left in her. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the makeshift bed. The man positioned himself between her legs, his cock already slick with oil and halfway erect. He gripped her hips and guided himself into her.
Her gasp of pain was sharp as he entered her slowly but firmly. "Fuck… you’re even tighter than he said," he muttered, his voice strained with effort.
The waitress squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It hurts… please…"
"Shhh," the man soothed mockingly. "Just relax. You’ll get used to it." He began moving her hips up and down on his cock, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.
The tattooed man stood nearby, watching intently as he stroked himself with the oil-coated jar in hand. "How’s she feeling?" he asked casually.
"Like a virgin," the bald man replied with a smirk. "Tightest I’ve ever had."
The waitress whimpered as he thrust deeper, her small body struggling to accommodate his size. She felt like she was being torn apart, yet there was an undeniable spark of pleasure mixed with the pain.
"Good girl," the bald man murmured, his hands roaming over her body. "You’re taking me so well." He leaned down to suck on one of her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her.
The tattooed man grew impatient. He stepped closer to the action, his now fully erect cock slick and glistening under the dim light.
"Mind if I join in?" he asked with a sly grin.
The balding man didn’t object. He adjusted her position slightly so that she was straddling him, allowing the tattooed man to kneel beside her and guide his cock to her lips.
"Open wide," he instructed.
The waitress hesitated briefly before reluctantly parting her lips. He slid into her mouth slowly, savoring the sensation as she began to suck him off.
"That’s it," he groaned appreciatively. "Your mouth is just as tight as your pussy."
Both men moved in tandem, their bodies slick with sweat and lust, their grunts filling the alleyway with a primal rhythm.
The waitress was trapped between them, her small frame trembling under their combined assault. The tattooed man gripped the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, while the bald man thrust up into her pussy from below, his hands squeezing her waist possessively.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore,” the tattooed man growled, his voice rough and ragged. His hips bucked erratically as he grabbed her hair tighter, forcing her to take him deeper. “You suck so fucking good with that little mouth of yours. I’m gonna blow.”
The waitress gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size. Her muffled cries were lost beneath the wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, feel the throbbing vein on his shaft against her tongue.
“Damn it, neither can I,” the bald man grunted, his thrusts growing faster and harder. He leaned forward, his hands moving to her hips as he drove himself deeper into her tightness. “Shit, I can’t believe I’m cumming so fast. I already fucked her once, but she’s just too fucking tight.”
The tattooed man chuckled darkly, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his release. “Yeah, she’s got a mouth like a vice grip too. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close this quick.”
The waitress whimpered weakly, her body trembling as she was used by both men. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her hands clutching at nothing as she surrendered to their relentless pace. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from her lips. She wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but her throat was too full of cock to make a sound.
“That’s it, baby,” the bald man murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. You’re doing so good for us.” His hips slammed into hers with a force that made her entire body jolt. “Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna fill you up.”
The tattooed man groaned loudly, his cock twitching violently in her mouth. “Oh fuck, here it comes,” he gritted out, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Swallow it all, you little slut.”
The waitress had no choice. As both men came simultaneously, she felt the warm, thick spurts of cum flooding her mouth and pussy. The tattooed man’s release shot down her throat, forcing her to swallow quickly to keep from choking. At the same time, the bald man’s load filled her cunt, the sheer volume of it leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck yeah,” the bald man panted, still thrusting shallowly as he emptied himself inside her. “Look at that. She’s dripping my cum already. Goddamn, she’s perfect.”
The tattooed man pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva and his own release. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin, watching as the last drops of cum oozed from her lips and dripped onto her chest. “Shit, look at her tits. All covered in my load. That’s a sight that could make any man hard.”
The waitress lay there, dazed and utterly spent. Her body was a mess, her pussy swollen and leaking cum, her breasts streaked with their fluids, her lips red and bruised from the rough treatment. She barely had the strength to lift her head, her eyes half-lidded as she stared up at them.
“You did good, sweetheart,” the bald man said softly, running a hand over her hair almost affectionately. “Real good.”
The tattooed man chuckled darkly as he wiped his cock clean on the edge of her discarded shirt. “Yeah, you’re a natural. Maybe we should keep you around for a while.”
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, guilt, and arousal.
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