Love Hurts - Sex Stories

Love Hurts

... decided to enter this place? I was dressed the best I could! I thought I was getting my first time today! Perfume, make up, clothing, hair... Everything at its most, and I'm in the middle of a rape zone, I thought... Stupid, stupid, stupid! I just turned around and headed to the exit. It looked like everyone was looking maliciously at me, like they were hunting dogs and I was a baby's rubber duck about to be bitten to pieces. So just after I got through the door I heard someone following me. Three guys were chasing me to my car. I started to run in that dark parking lot, but four more guys appeared from nowhere, like they were waiting for me near the car. The others followed me very fast and surrounded me. They seemed like marginal who just left jail, licking their lips and whistling at me. "Look at this blondie! Isn't she a nice and sweet little cunt?" I felt my whole body shiver. They weren't letting me go. But the Bar's door opened again and three guys came out, wearing spiked leather jackets and jeans, no less frightening at all. "Hey, Dick! Our business isn't over." Said the fat one, with a long brown beard, unfastening the thick chain he used like a belt, twirling it in the air and slamming it in the face of the bald punk who was talking to me. The guy fell holding his face and screaming like an animal, I leaned down with my hands covering my head while they rushed against each other. Seven against three, I thought those last guys were screwed. But a lot of things ...

... happened too fast. First I heard someone screaming "Wait!" Second, the same man who screamed, a friend of the bearded guy, ran toward me, grabbed me and fell with me into the dirty floor. Then I yelled at him to let me go just before the sound of a machinegun shut me up. I thought it would never end. The enormous guy was holding me down, keeping me beneath him, while those punks who followed me were being completely slaughtered by the tiny man standing the right side of the bearded guy. And then it stopped. An incredible silence took place until beard guy said: "Owen, get the girl and her car and follow us! Be quick!" He said heading to the bikes and my blood froze in my veins. The huge guy, Owen, lifted me up with one arm and threw me up his shoulder like my 110lbs were nothing to him. He picked my keys from the ground, they must have fallen when I fell, and ran to my car. I tried to fight, but it was worthless, he just opened the door and threw me at the passenger's seat. I tried immediately to open the door on my side, but he just yelled at me with a cold voice "Don't even think about it!" His voice was so hoarse, so deep and so frightening that I curled myself like a ball in the seat and sat quiet while he turned the key in the ignition and left with my car at full speed. We were following the motorcycles for a while when I tried to argue with him. "Please, let me go, I swear I won't say anything to the cops!" He looked at me angrily and didn't answer. So I tried again. ...