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Tezuka kept himself utterly still as he watched the cautious approach of the girl. He just wished he could remember her name. She was only about fifteen or sixteen years old and uncommonly attractive. Truly beautiful. Though she did look a little rougher around the edges than the last time. Though after the... nuke… or disaster... whatever had happened... it was fair to say that everyone looked rougher.
Keeping still and in the shadows, from his high angle, he took her in, an artist attempting to memorise every line and curve, in order to recreate the image.
She had what looked like a bandage wrapped around her brow. Perhaps an injury, still healing. Though it could just as easily have been in place to keep her fringe out of her eyes. Her black hair was still short but, unlike when she had visited Nezu, it was much more unkempt, almost wild, wind-swept, spiked up by sweat and probably grime.
She had on a light green jacket that was at least two sizes too big, though the waistband and cuffs were elasticated, pulling against her in some places at least. It did an admirable job of concealing her femininity - no doubt precisely why she would have been wearing it. The trousers, on the other hand, didn't. The way she moved, the shapely girlish hips, that well displayed taut round ass, and the toned athletic thighs, all sang to anyone watching her that they were looking at a female. The trousers were - unfortunately for her - too similar to those skin-tight leatherette pants she had worn the last time he'd seen her, and it had helped him to recognise who she was. Even though these had a matt finish and were less eye catching, they were also streaked with dried mud and dust, possibly as a form of makeshift camouflage. She had on soft calf-length leather boots with good rubber soles.
Keeping his head still and following her with only his eyes, Tezuka gazed about for the rest of his group. ‘The Rats’. They were nothing more than a bunch of dumb angry kids, fools, untrained, power hungry and constantly horny. They made up the numbers for the Great Tokyo Empire. That was their one and only use.
And when she walked into their trap, this chick was going to be in for a wild ride and then some. And, of course, he was going to make sure he was right there to claim his turn at her.
The foot soldiers of the Great Tokyo Empire were finding it hard to contain their excitement or their discipline. Their leader, a young fat kid of about seventeen had named his little squad ‘The Rats’ because of the way they scurried easily over and around the piles of rubble that their world had become.
He had already seen their quarry when he and a couple of others had fought her and her huge, stocky female companion on the ruined balcony earlier. He for one knew what they had, especially after the girl had become separated from the woman.
He had gathered everyone he could and had issued hurried orders, placing them in a close circle around and ahead of her, unknown to her of course. But he didn't share the details of who they were going to trap. He decided to allow the others the pleasure of having that first time of seeing her for themselves. Their prey was quite a catch and it was going to be one hell of a fuck-fest once they had her secure.
Reaching the bottom of the broken escalator, Kei felt a tremor in her gut. She knew there were thugs from Tetsuo's gang around here, she had already escaped them once. But she felt uncomfortable, more so than usual. As though she was being watched and, especially over the last few weeks, she had learned to trust her gut.
It was no surprise then when boys started to appear, rising from piles of debris, sidestepping out from behind a wall or pillar. All of them grinning, all of them carrying melee weapons. All of them wanting a piece of her.
They formed a loose circle and started to advance on her, she even felt a couple of them launch themselves over the banister behind her, to block her retreat. She wondered where Chiyoko was. The circle closed in on her, the space between the boys slipping away, holes in a net growing smaller. All she could do was keep her eyes open for an opportunity and take it without hesitation.
Her patience paid off as an opportune pile of rubble to Kei’s left forced two of the boys to spread themselves further apart, in order to navigate the obstacle.
Seeing the emerging gap, Kei made her move instantly, darting for the space and racing away from the damaged escalator, leaping over the rubble that had created her opportunity and heading for a darkened passageway a few yards further on. Her big scary ‘aunt’ was still somewhere behind her perhaps above her. When Kei had last seen Choyoko, she’d had six or seven of the young men surrounding her, but Kei was not concerned for Chiyoko’s safety.
Unfortunately, the boys were too fast, all at once they moved in on her, closing the gap and closing in around her, like pincers. Closing in to her left and right, as well as behind her. Again, Kei was able to dart through a gap but one of the boys lunged forward and managed to get a hand to her booted foot, she tripped and hit the concrete floor, face planting.
He jumped on her before she could struggle to her feet. Rolling the teenage girl onto her back, he straddled her, sitting across her stomach and using his weight to hold her pinned. One hand experimentally closed on the subtle swell of her breast through her jacket and his fingers gripped the soft warm flesh.
“Oohh... Nice handful there!” He breathed, whispering to her.
Kei struggled in intense pain, giving a little shriek, and the boy released his grip as the others circled around her.
The boy straddling Kei lifted her bodily from the cracked, dusty ground onto her feet, and then spun her around roughly until she found herself face to face with his five comrades, she could help but let out a gasp at his display of aggression.
With a good two-handed grip of her Jacket, the boy tugged and strained with all his strength until the material shredded, peeling across her torso, her suddenly exposed T-shirt-confined breasts bounced around with the boy's violent exertion.
“Eeek!” Kei's short scream betrayed her shock and fear.
A number of the boys appeared not to have realised that their captive was female until this moment, because as their saw Kei’s full, pert breasts reverberating blatantly, they gave an automatic yell of surprise and wanton, excited lust.
Her green jacket was badly torn at the front, little more than scraps of material hanging off her subtly shapely body. Under its remnants, she had on a tight-cut grey or faded black T-shirt. And beneath her clothes, her taut, teen body seemed pretty voluptuous, especially for a Japanese.
Taking an unexpected step back, Kei suddenly lunged rearward with her elbow, an explosive assault incorporating all her speed and weight and muscle.
“Eat this!” She snarled.
There was a satisfying grunt of shock and pain and she felt soft flesh twist and tear under her savage strike, a crunch of bone. Thick, hot blood spattered her cocked elbow as the boy fell back. Though most of the rest of her ruined jacket came away in his hand, stripped from her enticing torso.
“All right, who’s next?!”
Though Kei had decided to fight, she immediately realised her mistake. These boys would fight, and with a woman as the prize they would not give in, she would have to finish them all - which she doubted she could do - or they would make her submit to their rampant lusts. She should have just run.
The boys ran at her in a wave of voracious sexual need and Kei screamed. She tried to throw herself against them to try and force her way through. Multiple hands clawed at her, grabbed at her and her clothes and the hard muscle and soft, smooth curves beneath, though she somehow succeeded in getting through that incessant wall of lust-burning male bodies and was off and sprinting again. However, the boys scrambled to their feet and were after her, before she could manage to put any distance between them and herself.
In seconds they were on her again. First one of them threw himself on her, trying to topple her with his weight. She kept her balance somehow, but his hands came around her, one clamping over her mouth, the other across her shoulder to her throat. Kei was still barely managing to keep her balance but now she was carrying the weight of someone else as well, and the others were right on her heels.
“I got first dibs on her!” Someone shouted.
There was as much rage in the second voice as there was pent up lust.
Someone appeared in Kei's peripheral vision to her right. He reached for her, his hand deliberately groping for her breasts. But another boy shot an elbow into his face, to claim her breasts for himself, and he fell back out of sight.
Kei used the opportunity to pull away from the other's grip but the rest were all around her now, crowding in, overtaking her. She tried to push through them again, but this time there were too many hands and bodies pressing in. Gripping her flesh. Weighing her down. Pulling her back. Exhausting her efforts and her strength.
Unable to run any further forward and now utterly surrounded and brutally groped by a dozen young excited hands, Kei was quickly hoisted up off the ground and man-handled through a door. Though her vision was half blocked by a hand and a sleeve and a knife blade, she was able to see enough wall and ceiling to follow, to a degree, where she was being taken - down a short corridor and into a small unlit room.
All the way down that passage, in the twilight darkness, Kei could feel their rough, grimy hands on her. They stripped her of the remains of her torn jacket, from her slender waist and pulling the sleeves over her still slapping and struggling hands. Other hands openly molested her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her fear stiffened nipples so cruelly that she shrieked through the manual gag. At the same time hands firmly and roughly moulded the muscular cheeks of her bottom, pressing into the crevice between them and rubbing at the heated crotch of her tight trousers. There were hard bodies pressing against her and she felt hot breath on her wherever her skin was exposed.
As a result of her pained and terror-filled shrieking, the hand over her mouth tightened painfully, squashing her nose and cutting off her air flow. The girl’s wails became little more than a muffled whimper. Increasingly desperate as she could no longer suck air into her lungs.
Someone else, a little ahead spoke up.
“Take it easy stupid!”
“Bring her over here!” Another said, voice husky with urgent desire.
Kei was twisted around to fit through a cramped doorway, letting out another little yelp through the vicelike grip of the hand covering her mouth. She was dumped on the floor of a featureless room, the size little more than a broom closet, maybe a middle-manager’s office. It was devoid of furniture, the carpet tiles thin and itchy.
‘The Rats’ crowded in around her, there was only the one door, the one they carried her through, and it was slammed shut and locked with a dead bolt. An old oil lamp was lit, then turned down to its lowest setting and dumped in the corner. It provided just enough illumination for the fun to be dully visible.
Kei was dragged into the corner of the room, put on her back. The eldest of them, a newcomer, hand still tightly covering her mouth, slid in behind her behind her and held her tight against him, he settled in position with his back to the wall, his body tight against the concrete.
Two others on her left and right pinned her wrists to the floor while the remainder stood or knelt down in close proximity, leaning over her, leering. Giving her no opportunity to escape.
All of them looked down at her with identical expressions, wild burning lust scorching their eyes. Each and every one of them had a heavily pronounced bulge, plainly blatant in their grubbily stained trousers.
The leader, long lank hair framing his rotund features, stood over her. And slowly, with a malicious and crooked grin, started to unbutton his filthy jeans. Kei instinctively snatched her long shapely legs together, pressing her knees tight and keeping her feet pressed to the floor. Another of the boys, to her left and kneeling on the carpet-tiled concrete beside her, unzipped his trousers too. He awkwardly pulled out a short but thick erection and started to masturbate slowly in front of her, grinning and ogling her as her eyes involuntarily turned in her skull to take in the proportions of his weapon. The others standing, squatting or kneeling around her, were laughing and chattering to each other, wired with voracious sexual excitement.
The one behind her, gagging her in a vice grip, slipped his free hand down from her shoulder and covered the full curve of her breast. He cupped and caressed the orb, gently at first, weighing her pert breast in his palm, squeezing lightly, almost reverently. But all too soon, his breath quickened and he groaned and then his squeezing grew harsh, any potential compassion overcome by his uninhibited lust. While Kei writhed and mutely moaned at his cruel squeezing, the boy’s thumb flicked across the smooth surface of the half-crushed mound, searching for the hot point of her hard nipple. Once found, he trapped the erect bud between his thumb and forefinger in a painful crab pinch and squeezed. Ignoring her muffled wail and the restricted writhing that made her trapped young body shake and dance, another of the boys grasped her booted legs in both hands, gripping them tight against his sides and pulled her legs out straight.
Then the leader knelt beside Kei and pulled out a folding-lock knife, snapped the blade open with a practiced thumb action and showed it to her, bringing it a millimetre or two from her wide eyes. Kei’s eyes widened still further in her terror as he leaned forward with the knife. Taking the top of her T-shirt in one hand he pressing the edged tip of the gleaming blade to the taut, elasticated material. With excited strength and little care, the leader sliced a deep slash up along the captive girl's T-shirt, starting low and cutting upwards, between her breasts, stopping just below the stretched-out neckline.
Tezuka, kept his hand tight over her mouth, and her arms pinned with his legs, he was enjoying playing with her left tit. It was warm and soft and springy under his palm, the nipple was stiff and pliant, it took him back to the encounter in old man Nezu’s office.
When the fat little shit, the chief Rat, sliced her T-shirt open, Tezuka had to let go and move his arm from her chest to let the knife travel the distance. But he enjoyed the view from his perspective looking down the side of her face at her chest. Her tits though not particularly large were full and therefore weighty and as the elasticity of the fabric of her top was slashed, the weight of those glorious orbs pulled away from the centre of her chest toward the outside, unrestrained by the elastic of the cotton-mix. Tezuka couldn’t hold back a little groan of appreciation as he watched her tits pushing at the elastic fibres of her ruined T-shirt, turning the slit on to a gaping diamond shaped mouth. Their groan-inducing inner curves and her midriff exposed to his view. Again, the warmth of her lithe back pressing against him made Tezuka’s cock ache, hot and solid and restrained by his trousers.
The greasy, long-haired leader took the knife south again and finished the job, slashing apart the waistband just has he had the collar. And once the cutting was completed, the leader nonchalantly passed the knife up to Tezuka, not even locking eyes with the older man. He was nothing more than a subordinate. There to take orders. Tezuka took it in his free hand and held the side of the cold blade to her throat, ensuring she felt its close proximity.
He could feel the girl shivering against him. Probably in abject fear.
She knew she was going to get gang raped, she knew these young boys would make it last. Many of them had probably never had a woman before, and they would want to do everything to her they could, experience everything they could think of while they had the chance. Because they might all be dead tomorrow. So, she knew this would probably last hours. Two. Three. Four… And she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was hope to survive it. Hope there was a way to escape afterwards. Tezuka doubted it. They would probably kill her. And he felt kind of sad at that thought.
The leader grabbed either side of the incision and idly flipped open the front of the ruined garment, baring her throat, her breasts, her midriff and the tight, toned abdominals, right up to the high waisted waistband of her skin-tight trousers. There were gasps and groans as her high, bra-less breasts were exposed to the gang, creamy and golden in the lantern light, perfectly perky, high on her chest and topped with stiff, pronounced nipples with their small disc-like areolae.
The leader's pudgy hands moulded over her full bosom before Kei, shivering uncontrollably, could even release her muffled exclamation of shock and terror. Almost at once more hands joined the leader’s, including Tezuka’s. And the girl’s lovely breasts were stroked and squeezed, and her nipples urgently pulled and rolled and pinched. Kei continued to squirm and moan uselessly at the multiple and harsh assaults on her breasts and nipples. However, there wasn’t enough tit flesh for everyone so some of them had to resort to caressing her washboard stomach and her waist and sides.
For Kei, the overwhelming and harsh manual attention on her breasts and torso, was so shocking and degrading to her that for a while, she could barely recognise the feel of other hands simultaneously tugging at her boots and struggling with her trouser zip.
Tezuka enjoyed his close-up view and his proximity to her ear. He slipped his tongue into the canal, using his grip of her face and jaw to stop her from wriggling away from his filthy, wet probing. While out of the corner of his eye he continued to watch her pert, handful orbs being squeezed, pulled away from her chest by her raw looking nipples, fingers squeezing and pinching every inch of her creamy flesh. The manhandling was leaving behind cruel red welts that, in time, would devolve into thick, disfiguring purple bruises.
The other boys continued to molest and strip their lovely young captive until her boots, trousers and plain skimpy underwear had been peeled off and tossed into a corner. Her legs had been grabbed by numerous hands and, incapable of overcoming their superior strength, Kei found herself unable to keep them together. Her thighs were spread wide apart, legs lifted up, revealing her bare vagina to the horny boys surrounding her. Their leader, who had continued to maul her breasts at his leisure, quickly reached down with one hand to slide fingers through the sparse patch of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
A shuffling sound from the other side of the door caught everyone’s attention and to a man they all froze, all eyes and ears on the locked door. It was someone big, heavy set, and wounded by the sound of it. The shuffle of boots sounded like someone dragging a leg behind them, limping. Wounded.
A voice called out the girl’s name. “Kei…” Quietly at first. There was a pause. A little pained, possibly desperate, groan, right outside the door. A muttered curse. Then the doorhandle rattled. More silence. The name was repeated, this time as a hoarse shout. But the voice was no longer right outside the door. There was silence. The limping footstep passed by the door again then stopped.
The girl, Kei, squirmed and tried to call out through the hand silencing her. Someone leaned in and punched her hard in the stomach. Tezuka felt a sudden burst of air leaving her nostrils, and whipping across the back of his hand as the air was slammed out of her lungs and she wheezed, her diaphragm momentarily stunned, lungs unable to inhale. Tezuka pressed his hand even more tightly to her mouth. Though all fight and strength had been sapped right out of her.
“Kei! Where are you!” Came the shout again, but it was now even further away.
It was a female voice, deeper than expected and rough and pained, winded, tight. Everyone knelt, squatted and crouched in absolute silence, listening as the shout came again. This time still further away. The woman was departing, taking her vain search elsewhere.
“There goes your last hope. You’re ours now… Kei. All ours. Better get used to it. You gonna be busy with us for quite some time… As I’m sure you’ve guessed.”
The leader’s nasty assertion came out as a low whispered hiss between brown, broken teeth. His rheumy eyes glowed with the fire of sadistic lust as he leaned in close and stared into her wide gleaming pupils. Play time seemed to be over and the leader appeared to have decided it was time to get serious. He was not lazy about it.
“Right, we’re getting this party started. And I’ve got first dibs.” He snapped, casting a threatening look around at the others.
It was pretty dumb really. If the others had wanted to, they could easily have pummelled the guy into submission. He wasn’t all that. He had been put in charge of them. That was the only reason he had superiority. But they felt that, now that the other woman had left them and gone elsewhere to look for the girl, they had plenty of time and so no one was particularly annoyed that the so-called leader was taking the first shot at the girl.
Still, Tezuka noted that the leader was not totally dumb. Rather than simply climbing on and screwing her where she lay, instead he shuffled over toward the side wall. Then, using her trousers, rolled up as a pillow, he lay down on the thin carpet-covered concrete floor and motioned for Tezuka to march her over.
Tezuka shrugged and did so. Dragging his legs back beneath him and his free hand around her midriff he hoisted them both to their feet. He walked her over to the leader, then pushed her down beside him.
Though obviously conscious and alert, she was so terrified and knowingly helpless that she was all but a doll in his arms. Heavy, barely able to move unless his shoving forced her into action. She was rubber legged and staggered across the tiny floor space. But move she did and she crouched onto her knees when he pushed her down.
The Leader took over then, sitting up he grabbed Kei and then dragged her over onto him, pulling her up his body so that she was lying astride him. He manhandled her limp form on top of him, until her breasts were crushed against his face, her torso lying atop his cushioning blubber. Then her legs were kicked and shoved until they were spread apart on the outside of his hips. Then, moaning his pleasure into her creamy bosom, his hands slid down her fear-sweat slick back, waist and hips until his big hands moulded over the lush, tight curves of her naked bottom, already exposed to the rest of the gang. He voraciously kissed and licked at her breasts while his hands, squeezing and spreading her lovely buttocks, pulled her down firmly toward his aching cock.
With a little one-handed parting and arrangement of her succulent, ruddy vaginal lips, the leader pressed Kei firmly down onto him, none too gently penetrating her with his bloated erection, all the way down to the balls.
The despairing girl cried out in sudden pain and humiliation as he thrust fiercely up into her, forcing her unprepared tunnel to accommodate his erection, stretching her tight tunnel open and immediately filling her. The bulky leader grunted in pleasure. He took a hot, spongy nipple between his fat lips, sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. While, with controlling fingers, digging tight into her taut buttocks, he began to buck his hips up and down against her, thrusting deep into her.
However, after only a few seconds, he had forced Kei, through slaps, threats and orders, to take over with her own rape. And she obediently started to bounce her hips against his, working her tight cunt up and down his hard meat.
Hearing the gleeful sounds, laughter and whoops of excitement from the other gang members the leader soon brought to mind his companions. He could easily share this pleasure with at least another two of his men. In fact, two in particular who would thoroughly enjoy the opportunity due to their particular fetishes. He released his puckered lip-lock of the girl’s stiff, hot nipple and craned his neck around the side of her ribs, so he could see the faces of some of his boys, though not the particular ones he was thinking of. He called out to his unseen companions.
“Tanaka, get your dick into her!” He shouted. “Your favourite part’s right here waiting for you!”
Simultaneously he pulled the girl’s firm yet soft buttocks wide apart, giving his unseen subordinate a plain view and easy access to the dusky blush of the whore’s sphincter mouth.
“Great!” Came the reply.
He felt Tanaka's hands alongside his own, clutching at her buttocks, claiming them. So the leader moved his hands up to her waist to hold her still and steady, to enable Tanaka to push himself into her. It was not an easy thing for the leader to pause the delights of the girl’s hot cunt sliding up and down, but he knew Tanaka would struggle otherwise.
Kei piteously cried out again as she felt Tanaka thrust his thumb deep into her fear-cinched anus, right up to the second knuckle, a hurried preparation for her to take his, she would soon realise, mammoth phallus. Tanaka was a sadist who liked to use the over-average proportions of his cock to inflict pain on the women he managed to get his hands on.
The leader guy shouted out again.
“Saigo! Be an idea to get round this end and plug up the whore’s mouth, don’t you think!”
“Right boss!” Came a mirthful reply.
The guy, Saigo, coming forward. His own erection, little more than average, was already jutting from his open trousers.
An urgent grunt of effort from Tanaka cut through the shocked stillness of the darkened room, and there was a general murmur of excitement and desire flowing around the chamber as Tanaka asserted the broad bulb of his cock head against the girl’s anal entrance while Saigo, who not only enjoyed oral but liked to feel teeth and didn’t so much care if he got bitten - being both masochistic and tough - came around to the lovely girl’s head. There was just enough room for him to slide up against the wall to position himself in front of her lovely face.
Below her, the leader filled his mouth with breast and nipple again, sucking as much flesh as he could past his lips. The rest would have to stand and watch until it was their turn to fill an orifice. He felt Saigo pushing carefully between him and the wall and after a few seconds the girl's increasingly desperate cries were suddenly muffled by his hard shaft pushing deep into her mouth.
“Suck him good girl or I might just bite your nipple off.” The leader growled and added a little harsh chewing motion to his threat.
Almost immediately Saigo began groaning in pleasure, as his hard phallus was obediently sucked. Kei's full lips and hot tongue worked him delightfully and voraciously while her sucking action equated to an electric powered suction pump.
The pained near shriek when Tanaka finally ploughed all the way into her rectum, clawing at her buttocks and jerking the last couple of inches in tp her burning gripping depths, provided an exquisite humming sensation into Saigo’s deep thrusting shaft and he groaned and had to start to picture horrors of ‘the bomb’ to stop himself filling her mouth with jizz. He pictured the pummelled broken bodies of his parents and sister. He had crawled into the collapsed rubble of his parent’s apartment in search of survivors but found only bodies. The recollection did the trick.
“Let’s all take our time boys,” The leader called out, rolling his face across her bosom to momentarily empty his mouth of nipple and tit.
“If we ain’t all limping and holding each other up when we’re done with her, we ain’t done her right.” Someone called back.
“Yeah! We’ve got this whore for hours and hours. Let’s make the most of it. All of us give her everything we’ve got.” The Leader added.
The room filled with laughter. But it was soon overtaken with panting and groaning, continual and distinctly feminine muffled whimpering moans, and the loud reverberating and rhythmic slap of flesh striking against flesh.
It wasn’t quite hours and hours. But it was quite a while. Though neither Kei nor the gang had any way of counting the passage of time. Any one of them that might have had a working watch weren’t paying any attention to it. Though it wasn’t as long as Tezuka, the leader, or the gang had expected it to be; for Kei it was still been an eternity of despairing savagery, pain and humiliation.
There was a random rotation, some pushing a squabbling, though Tezuka had noted a kind of hierarchy existed when he had joined. As the eldest he was looked up to, to a certain degree, but he was not second to the leader. The little shit had his favourites and friends and kept them close and well rewarded. Still, each of The Rats got a turn in each of the girl’s orifices. It was more the order and which orifice was available at any particular time, that was the source of the arguing. The leader usually finished it by issuing orders “you use her ass, while you skull fuck her, and no complaining!”
Kei’s one true challenge was breathing. Her anus eventually got used to having cock after cock shoved into it and the putrid cum they deposited soon after quickly enough had her rectum all greasy and well lubricated, which eased the pain of each experience. And it was the same with her vagina.
In fact, even before the leader had dumped his first load into her womb, natural bodily reactions had started getting her wet inside, that lubrication had eased the burning friction along the walls of her tunnel that had felt so savage to begin with. However, the emotional damage at the feel of them raping her over and over seemed to constantly knock the breath out of her. And she constantly found herself breathless, and fighting to fill her lungs. Which of course was only ever made worse by every single one of them pushing their erections beyond the back of her mouth and into her throat, blocking her airway for agonising seconds at a time.
After the first few abhorrent experiences, Kei realised that sucking in air and filling her lungs at every opportunity was paramount to keeping herself with it and, relatively speaking, safe and healthy. So that was what she did. She didn’t bother struggling or fighting, there was not point, she was always gripped tight by at least one of them, though usually three at a time. Besides, even if she did struggle free, there were still at least three more she would have to get past before she could even get a hand to the door. Then she would have to stand there at the door while she unlocked it, and that would be all the time they would need to grab her and haul her back down to that nasty ‘pan-scourer’ carpet.
And then, no doubt, she would be punished, beaten for her efforts to cheat them out of their fun, and then that fun would start all over again and she would be used even more harshly. She had no doubt of that.
So, Kei cooperated. She didn’t struggle. She sucked as well as she could, and used her lips and tongue, and her vaginal muscles as best as she could. All the while breathing. Breathing. Breathing.
No one was bothering to keep the noise down once things had started in earnest. The small room became a din of grunting and groaning, the slapping of flesh on flesh, gagging, spluttering, moaning, whimpering and occasional sobbing. And laughter. Excited laughter, exhilarated laughter, even hysterical orgasmic laughter.
The result was that no one heard the woman’s return. No one heard the click-clack of the cocking lever of her drum-fed Light Machine Gun. A few turned around when she bashed the locked door open with a single boot-kick, but they were all naked and drained from their most recent rape, sodomy or oral assault on the girl, and too busy basking in their post-orgasm glee to do anything or even pay much attention. But then the big woman, a robust, shapely silhouette who filled the doorway, tossed a hand grenade into the room.
Kei or Tezuka, if they had seen the woman, would probably have realised that she had held onto the live fragmentation grenade for as long as she dared, picturing the fuse inside the fist-sized sphere burning down, counting down the seconds. And then, at the last possible second tossing it, in an underarm arc up toward the ceiling, then immediately rolling back from the doorway into the assumed protection of the corridor.
The next instant the room was filled with literally deafening concussion, a destructive pressure wave, and the 360-degree arc of shrapnel, and hot metal ripping into the gang of Rats.
Kei was, fortunately in this instance, more or less buried under a three-sided sandwich of thrusting male bodies, so she only caught a fragment of shrapnel into the outside of her bicep and a ricocheted piece that glanced along the side of her cheek, slicing a shallow gouge in her golden flesh.
Of course, the boys fared worse. One of them was killed outright as two fragments tore open his skull, lacerating brain matter. Another, slouched on his back on the floor, was incapacitated. His guts were shredded open, intestines unleashed, spreading over his bloody belly like coiled serpents. And another piece of the grenade cut a deep slash across his face ruining his features. It emerged through the base of his jaw and buried itself in his collar bone.
Others caught nasty, deep gashes and impalements and burns across their naked bodies, and everyone was temporarily deafened by the noise and the shockwave. However, only a couple of them even had the time to acknowledge their wounds in the moment of disorientation that the bigger woman allowed them.
Almost at once, in the immediate aftermath of the grenade, she swung back around the side of the doorway and, trying to keep her aim highish - no doubt praying to herself that Kei was low to the ground - she opened up with the heavy drum-fed machinegun.
Using her strength and rage, she kept the left-to-right arc slow and measured, and deliberately cut two of the still upright boys in half across the midriff, with a concentrated stream of the heavy 5.56 rounds. And while she concentrated fire on the two boys who were still, somehow on their feet, her eyes darted across and down, fixing on Kei, the last two boys and how she could deal with them without hitting the girl.
Figuring it out in a split second, she swept the heavy barrel across toward them, relaxing her trigger finger to maintain control of the heavy, bucking automatic weapon.
Tezuka only had the knife that the boss had given him. The boss who had just been literally cut in half. What could he do with that? Spitefully slash Kei’s throat? That wouldn’t get him anywhere. Kill himself? Being gunned down would be a quicker and less painful death. Throw the knife at the woman? He had no experience with accurately throwing knives and he felt like even if he got her, she would hardly bat an eyelid. He would have to get her in some vital spot to win. He could get hold of Kei, put the knife to her throat and use her as a hostage and human shield to secure his freedom.
Unfortunately, he was still debating his options when they ran out. He found himself staring up into the black hole of a gun barrel. His eyes going wide, cursing himself for his bumbling stupidity. There was a moment when he was able to study a ‘still frame’ of the woman the instant before his world turned to fire. She was standing over him, the LMG clutched in her left hand, its stock pinned between elbow and hip to keep the barrel levelled. But the barrel pointed at him was in her right hand, some large frame semi-auto pistol. He marvelled at the woman’s power in his last healthy moment. And then she shot him in the throat.
Clutching both hands to the hole in his throat, trying to stop the blood from pouring out of him, Tezuka lived long enough - while the blood poured down his gullet into his lungs to slowly drown him - to watch the woman use the pistol on the last surviving gang member, and then pull the naked girl gently to her feet and look over the worst of her wounds.
She used a hand gesture to disregard them and then pointed the girl over to her discarded clothes, which were behind the door near the shattered lantern. There was no attempt at verbal communication. No doubt Kei, and probably the woman, were still deafened by the detonation of the grenade.
The girl dressed. Then glancing around at the bodies, she hauled one of them up to a sitting position and dragged a padded gilet top off his corpse. First using the shredded remains of her T-shirt to wipe off the worst of the blood, she pulled it on over her naked torso. It was actually too small for her which Tezuka, even as he lay dying, couldn’t help but notice how good the too small size made it look that much better on her.
Tezuka died as the two women left the room, disappearing down the corridor.
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