(So, a while back a visitor requested stories on a certain subject. As far as I know, no one has written anything relating to this request. (But I could be wrong. Perhaps they sent her a private message about it, for example.) Anyway, I decided I would try my hand at a story she might like. 
This is just the first update; the story can continue for a while after this, I'm sure. But as I've mentioned, I'm not going to be writing this weekend. So we'll have to wait to next week for the continuation!...unless someone else wants to continue it. )The bus jolted to a halt. Allie held on tightly to the pole until the door opened, then she stepped down to the street. As the door closed behind her, she glanced around. This area was far outside where she usually stayed, but at least the streets were numbered. Brushing her black hair back from her face, she set off down the street. Her blue blouse and matching knee-length skirt were almost too much for the unseasonably warm autumn day.
It was a dense commercial area, with lots of shops and apartments overhead. Yet many of the shops were closed and abandoned. There was a sense of
desolation; the people Allie saw were mostly silent, talking in quiet tones and minding their own business. A lot of them were just hanging around the abandoned shops; a few looked at her suspicion.
Finally Allie saw her destination; a place called 'Swan Song'. It appeared to be a bar, though it was too dark to see anything other than milling bodies inside. The bar was situated between an abandoned lamp shop and a small park. There were a number of men hanging around outside; one of them spied Allie and smiled, walking over to her.
"You made it, Allie," he said, flashing a grin with a couple gold teeth.
"Ah, hi, Mr. D," Allie said, returning the smile nervously.
"Please, just 'D'." He slapped Allie on the shoulder, almost making her stumble. He was taller than her, but not overly so; thin, looking muscular, with tanned skin and short black hair. Like most of the men, he wore a thin T-shirt and jeans. "Allie, Allie, Allie," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "So, do you have anything for me?"
Allie swallowed. "I, um, I told you on the phone," she said. "I don't have the money..."
"Yes, you told me." D guided the girl along the sidewalk, past the bar. "And I told you we could work something out. So, you come over here."
"O-okay?" Allie looked at the park as she was led into it. It was really just a grassy lawn with a few trees and an asphalt path leading through it; just a bit of green to break the monotony of city blocks.
"Yes," D said, leading Allie off the path onto the grass. "I want you to help out a party we're having." They stopped in the middle of the grass.
Allie looked around. She noticed that half a dozen men had followed them into the park. All of them wore smiles similar to D's. She stared, heart beating quickly. "A...party?"
"Yes, it's been a while since we got to party," D said. He suddenly reached his arms around her from behind and grabbed at her breasts.
"Ahhh!" Allie yelped and tried to pull away, but the other men were stepping forward--one grabbed each of her arms, holding them tightly. "No...Wait!"
D pushed his face against her neck; his breath was hot against her skin. "Sorry, baby," he murmured, rubbing at her chest. "You gotta pay, one way or another. It's nothing personal."
"What?" Allie gasped. "No, I--stop!" She jerked at her hands and kicked with her feet, but the men seemed to know just what she would do. They pushed her down to the grass, onto her back. Allie stared upward, panting, fear racing through her. This couldn't be happening to her!
As the others held Allie down, D pushed her skirt up and pulled down her panties, thin white blue fabric. "Oh, you got all nice and clean for us," he said, tossing the panties aside and grabbing her legs. His strong arms pushed, forcing Allie to spread her legs--her most intimate parts were exposed, pink sexlips topped with a bit of soft black hair. "Let's see what we got..." He rudely shoved a finger into Allie, working it around inside her; then his finger slid up to find her clit.
"AHHH!" Allie bucked her hips and tried to pull away again. Two men were kneeling above her, each holding down one of her arms, pinning her to the grass. A few others stood around--they were all leering down at her. Allie's stomach clenched as she saw a couple with their pants unzipped, stroking their swollen, dark cocks, staring intently at her. "Oh god," she panted. "What the hell are you...you can't do this in public!..."
D laughed. "Nobody cares," he said. "We control this part of town." He continued to rub at Allie's clit, making her body jerk. He seemed to know just how to touch and rub her--her body was reacting, the little nub swelling and peeking from its hood. D licked his fingers and then went back to stroking. Each little touch made a jolt of pleasure race through Allie's body...increasing the moisture between her legs, increasing the shame and horror she was feeling.
"Good enough," D grunted. The men wrestled Allie onto her side, and D raised her left leg, straddling her right thigh.
Allie's eyes widened as she saw his cock--stiff and straight, pointed right between her legs. "Oh, god, no!" she whimpered, trembling and trying to close her legs. "Please, no!" She glanced around wildly, but saw no sympathetic faces. D's companions were all jerking themselves watching her, and a couple of passers-by had stopped, watching with no emotion. Allie panted and stared pleadingly at D. "Please, I'll get the money! I'll do anything!"
D laughed. "You'd do 'anything'? Then you'll do this." He pushed forward. Allie felt the swollen head press against the folds of her sex. She whimpered and clenched herself, but it pressed onward, rubbing insistently. The pressure grew--and then it slipped inside her, stretching. Allie cried out and sobbed, shaking her head, but the sensation didn't stop--it only grew, the throbbing organ delving into her and stretching the tight walls of her sex.
"Nooooo!" Allie collapsed, tears running down her face. D pulled back and then began to thrust in a quick rhythm, making the girl gasp. It was so hard and erect, it pushed even deeper into her, stroking over her inner walls. It felt so
good--it made her sick to think about how pleasurable it was, how her body was reacting instinctively, squeezing the invading cock and moistening it with her natural juices. D grunted and held onto Allie's leg as he raped her, pounding his hips against hers.
Suddenly he let out a long groan. Allie felt a sensation of heat--his cum was shooting into her. She squeezed her eyes closed and sobbed as her innermost depths were violated by his seed. There seemed to be no end of it, as D relentlessly pumped his cum into her...but finally he pulled back and out of her, leaving her full of the stuff.
"Not bad," D breathed, smiling and rezipping his pants. His face shone with sweat. Moving back, he gestured to another man. "Okay, Eddie."
Allie breathed heavily, tears still leaking from her eyes. She stared as another man knelt down to straddle her thigh. "What?" Allie's eyes widened and she clenched herself, trying to close her legs. But Eddie had her legs held firmly as he guided his cock home. "No, please!" Allie cried. "Not again!"
"You're going to party with all of us, baby," D said. Allie stared between her legs as Eddie's cock pushed at her--and he shoved it in. It was thicker than D's, stretching her even wider. Allie yelled out in mingled pain and pleasure again as the swollen member shoved into her. Her pussy was already soaking wet, so it was easy for Eddie to thrust in as fast as he wanted. The girl struggled, pulling at her arms, but there seemed to be no point. A sick despair welled up inside Allie, she lay her head and closed her eyes. She wanted to leave it all, go to sleep, but it was impossible to ignore the penis ravaging her tight sex.
A grunt from down below, and more heat spilled into her. Allie sobbed and whimpered, blinking tears out of her eyes. She looked up at the faces surrounding her--the gang members, passers-by, making a ring around her as they watched the show. Eddie pulled out, the mixed fluids overflowing Allie's pussy and trickling over her thigh to soak the grass. Someone else was already moving down...
I just went through it one day and well... I didn't like it. I didn't get all the requested material in (not a great loss but ah well... you know... ) and I felt like I was getting too wordy again (too many words, my immortal enemy...) and I kinda shelf'd the piece. Well I guess I'll post what I wrote...