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This story is complete fiction and also my first time ever writing so please be nice 

My mom always told me not to get in a car with a stranger…

 

It was around 8 PM and I was going for a walk around my neighborhood to get fresh air, I just turned 19 and stand at 5’4 and around 130 pounds with most of that weight going straight to my ass, i took advantage of this and went out wearing my tightest and shortest booty shorts. Walking around you could see the very bottom of my ass hang out and if i bent over i was essentially flashing my ass to you, I thought it would look good with my tight black crop top so i wore that also. (I looked like a cheap hooker) 
After around 15 minutes of walking I decided to head back to my house when I noticed a van that came around the street I was on at least 3 times, eventually the man in the window slowed down beside where I was walking and stared whistling “Need a ride cutie?” He said. There was no way he was younger than 50, and seeing a man over twice my age call me cute immediately made my tiny little cock hard, but I always knew getting into a strangers car was really dangerous. “I’m sorry mister I don’t know you and I’m not supposed to get in the car with strangers” he laughed it off “my names Sam, not a stranger anymore, now get that cute ass in the car and I’ll take you where you need, no catch.” The way he said “no catch” and the way he looked at me while he said it felt off but I shrugged it off because he called me cute again. “Well… alright I guess…” 

To be continued 

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I jumped in the car and immediately noticed a wall with a door behind the front seats covering up the back, “where you headed to faggot?” What did he just call me? Wasn’t he calling me cute earlier? “Umm. Just a few blocks up is my house” I replied 

He started driving and after a couple minutes he asked if I could hand him a water bottle from the back of the van through the door behind the seats “Just go to the back of the van and get me a water bitch it’s the least you could do for me driving you home” My head responded with “Yes sir” before I could even process a different response, I opened the door and stepped through the back half of the van, it was almost pitch black because it had no windows, upon walking through I felt something come up behind me and grab me by my neck, but the van kept going, I tried to see what was choking me and pinning me down and i saw another man around the same age as sam except much bigger in both height and weight, im 5’4 and this second man was around a whole foot taller than me so me fighting back probably wasn’t the best idea but I still did it. SMACK “dumb little bitch really think you can get me off you?” he was on top of me at this point strangling me and slapping me. I was on the edge of tears, “Sam pull the van over so we can use this whore” “yeah yeah yeah I’m pulling into the alley now”

As soon as the van stopped the man in the back grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, I have a really bad gag reflex and this sudden violence in my throat made me vomit on my abusers cock “What a fucking bitch, you’re dressed like that and can’t even throat a cock?” SMACK

My eyes were full of tears, my throat was being raped, there was vomit on my cute shirt, and now Sam came into the back. They ordered me on all fours and Sam got behind me, the man who’s name I didn’t know but was abusing my throat went on for another 5 minutes while Sam was touching, slapping, and licking my ass, finally my rapist took his cock out of his mouth and lifted up his shirt to show me a tattoo on his chest “Do you know what this tattoo is bitch?”

I responded “a scorpion? Um.. It’s your favorite animal?”

He laughed at me when I said this

SMACK

”do you really not know you stupid slut? it means I’m POZ, both Sam and I are poz breeders” 

before I could respond Sam shoved his dick in me, the only lube being his spit from when he was rimming me, it hurt so bad and I’m not used to having anything other than fingers in me “Wait…. fuck…. Ouch… stop…. doesn’t poz mean….. owwwww fuck… doesn’t that mean you have… hiv…”

Sam grabbed my hair and pulled it closer to him as he was fucking me “That’s right bitch. And you’re gonna take both our fucking loads”

 

To be continued

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