Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, or if such stories are illegal or regulated in your locality, please leave now.  We don't advocate rape or non-consensual sex. This is only a story, a work of literary fiction, and if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Persons who commit rape are despised everywhere. But these fantasies are permitted, so long as real people are not hurt, in the interest of furthering artistic and educational discussion.

All characters featured in this story are at least 18 years old; the words "teenage", "teen girl" and "college girl" all refer to girls aged 18 or 19 only.

Note: I've decided to take a little break from the more warlike stories; don't worry, I'll be back with more soldiers and gladiators in the near future! I felt like writing something lighter! It doesn't mean that some of the featured rapists aren't going to be HEAVY!

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January 2017. Qudos Bank Arena, Sydney, Australia...

"THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A 20-MINUTE TIME LIMIT! CURRENTLY IN THE RING... WEIGHING 253 POUNDS, HAILING FROM TOWNSVILLE AUSTRALIA... THE QUEENSLAND CROCODILE SKINNER, OR SIMPLY CROCO-SKINNER!!!

The 6-feet tall bearded man, wearing a leather hat, its band adorned with crocodile teeth, and dirty clothes that clearly looked like the man had crossed the jungles of Queensland wearing them, raised his arm and hailed the capacity crowd, who all cheered in a deafening roar!

All except a couple of Libertarians who screamed against this glorification of cruelty against animals...

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" shouted Amy
"BOOOOOOO--OOOOOO!!!" shouted Sumeyye who sat beside her, to her right.
"Come on, Amy... This is just entertainment..." pleaded Amy's date, who sat beside her to her left...

"I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION, ANDY!" replied Amy, who was NOT her girlfriend.

This was their first date and Andy, a very insecure, well-thinking college student, still virgin at 20 years old, feared this would be his one and last date with sweet Amy; he meekly apologized as Amy watched the ring as if he didn't existed. Andy wished he had more self-confidence, but this wasn't easy when you still got asked for IDs all the time in spite of being almost 21. If Andy understood how quickly these youthful years go by, he'd tell the stuck-up bitch to fuck off and go after the girl he wants -- truth be told, he was rather tall and would look really handsome with some minor adjustments in his style. 

The ring announcer spoke again...

"NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... WEIGHING 248 POUNDS, HAILING FROM CANBERRA AUSTRALIA... ALLAN THOMAS OSWALD, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ATO!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FUCKING CUNT!!! BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The capacity crowd unanimously booed the wrestler who claimed to be from the Australian Taxation Office. He stood 6'3" and wasn't very big by pro wrestling standards, but he sure looked dandy with his brown pants, leather shoes, white shirt, tie and suit jacket, complete with glasses and an attaché case he carried all the way to the ring while empty cups and paper scraps were thrown at him! Oblivious to all of this, he kept walking confidently toward the ring with some well-acted deadly purpose in his eyes.

Once on the ring, he quickly tossed his glasses inside his attaché-case which he left in his ring corner, before taking the microphone from the announcer...
"YOU PEOPLE ARE ALL A BUNCH OF TAXCHEATS WHO ARE JUST AS DISHONEST AS THE LEDGER SHEET IS LONG! (BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) AND YOU SKINNER (he points his finger at his opponent) LET ME REMIND YOU THAT CLOTHES AND EQUIPMENT USED FOR CROCODILE HUNTING ARE NOT TAX DEDUCTIBLE! AND I'M HERE TO... OHHHH..."

The ring bell was hastily rung as ATO took a brutal and sudden pounding from Croco-Skinner who had heard enough of that big-mouthed taxman! He grabbed ATO's tie and sharply pulled him into a standing clothesline, making him fall on his back on the mat while the capacity crowd went bananas in their loud roaring approval!

But then ATO blocked Skinner's bodyslam attempt after being picked up, and gouged his eyes with a cheap shot that earned him boos from the crowd and a "warning" from the referee (while ATO was surreptitiously telling his opponent what he was going to do next).

ATO then threw two "punches" that landed "squarely" on Skinner's face, before tossing him into the ropes, only to have him dodging his clothesline and catching him with a big boot on the midsection as both wrestlers bounced on the ropes and met back again in ring centre. The action kept going, fast-paced and full with well-acted grit that earned cheers and boos from the capacity crowd!

The face-guy had the crowd's approval while the heel-guy, ATO, had the boos and he did a mighty good job at it! On that night, he was used early on in the card to work the crowd into a proper mood for the championship match that would be the main event. ATO was a good ticket seller! Everybody was dying to see him take a trashing, and this was why they kept making him win; with each win, ATO sold more tickets as the fans were even more anxious to see him lose! That's what this business is about; selling tickets and broadcast rights and making money!

While the match kept going on, Amy and Sumeyye were both bored to death, and this was only the second of ten matches on the card. The first match had been a squash match during which a tag-team formed by Hal-Al Lamb Eater and Halal Butcher (who actually worked at a Muslim butcher meat shop called the White Lamb in Sydney) utterly destroyed a pair of masked wrestlers who called themselves The Melbourne Brothers. Amy had been horrified by this other display of meat-eating evil! Not to mention the gratuitous violence!

Andy, on the other hand, was enjoying the show! He had been a wrestling fan since he was a child. He would cheer out loud, but everytime he did this, Amy curtly told him to knock it off. He complied; his lust for Amy --- only second to his secret lust for her friend Sumeyye --- was stronger than his passion for pro wrestling.

Andy kept surreptitiously looking at Sumeyye, especially the one time when Amy went off to buy some hotdogs (without asking Andy what he'd like). Sumeyye was really his type! Andy loved the raven-hair, quiet library girl type. Truth be told, Sumeyye wasn't as staunch a Libertarian as Amy, but she was easily led by her.

As her name suggested, Sumeyye was born to Turkish parents --- authoritative parents who expressly wished her to remain a virgin until she married... to a proper man from the Turkish community, of course. Her grandparents had fled Cyprus during the spike of violence in 1974. She kept telling everyone how her family had wonderfully adapted to Australia's culture of tolerance of individual differences; the irony was that she herself was tolerant and a really nice girl overall, but she was easily led by her parents as well as Amy, her longtime best friend.

Amy was a staunch leftist. She contributed to the college's journal and had decided to write a paper that would expose the pro-violence, meat-eating and macho world of pro wrestling! Australia National Broadcast Wrestling, or ANBW, otherwise known as Australia No-Bullshit Wrestling, had been really surging in popularity as of late; it was now regularly on national television, and beyond! It was said it could even threaten WWE's monopoly! ANBW had great success in featuring wrestlers that were clear throwbacks from the 90s and even the 1980s days of the "Rock and Wrestling Connection"; it was even said they were currently negiotiating a contract with Cindy Lauper!

Amy hated these rightwing hate-mongers! She heavily criticized their unethical meat-eating habits while chewing her own hotdog. She loudly kept saying she was antiviolence, while Sumeyye just quietly watched the fight, which ended with a "shocking" victory of ATO, who had used an illegal move to make Skinner dazy and then caught him in his finisher, which he called the "Fiscal Penalty"... It consisted of ATO lifting the helpless opponent on his shoulders before letting himself crash down on the mat, back first, with the said opponent under him --- the impact was flawlessly absorbed by both wrestlers working together, but it nonetheless looked impressivly devastating to the fans, especially with that microphone hidden under the ring... WHAM!!!

"1, 2... 3!"

The referee did the three-count and raised ATO's arm, declaring him the winner amid loud BOOs and under a heavy rain of empty cups and paper scraps. The stage was properly set for the next bout! ATO had well earned his pay cheque!

Sumeyye saw the huge man, both very tall and wide and incredibly thick, making his way to the ring...
"... FROM VANCOUVER, CANADA, WEIGHING 452 POUNDS... KING KONG CANUCK!..."

The man was impressive indeed! His cranium was entirely shaved. He wore a large wrestling singlet, all black, that covered one of his pounderous shoulders while leaving one of his fatty, overhanging pecs nude and highlighting the paleness of his skin. The big man laughed at the crowd and stomped his head against one of the ring's turnbuckle...

Sumeyye started picturing herself having sex with such a monstrous man. Much to her surprise, she felt turned on by the idea! The man's gross repulsiveness was actually making her feel like fucking him! Or rather letting herself be fucked by this man's dick! She imagined his dick was proportionate to his immense size. She felt herself going wet inside her virgin cunt. At 19 years old, she was growing more and more curious about sex... She had noticed Andy was eying her; he wasn't that bad -- he was tall and rather handsome; if only he didn't act like a puppet dog whenever he was near Amy...

Amy kept bitching about this disgusting man!

"WITH ALL THIS FAT, THIS MAN IS GOING TO COST A FORTUNE TO OUR HEALTH SYSTEM!... AND TO THINK I WILL HAVE TO INTERVIEW THIS... WHATEVER THIS IS... AFTER THE SHOW...UGH!!!"

"Look, bitch, if you aren't enjoying the show and are going to keep bitching like that all night long, perhaps you could just leave!"

These words were spoken by some fan who sat behind Amy; he had enough of her bitching; he wanted to relax and vent some stress away after a hard week's work, and this stuck-up bitch was well on her way to ruin his evening!

"I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU, CUNT!" said nonviolent Amy with clear verbal violence in her voice.

"WOOOO!!! RELAX! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THIS IS JUST ENTERTAINMENT?"

"ENTERTAINMENT?! THIS?! MAYBE THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT FOR STUPID IGNORANT MORONS LIKE YOU!"

"THAT'S JUST GREAT! THIS STUPID STUCK-UP BITCH IS RUINING MY NIGHT! WELL, PERHAPS I'LL CHANGE MY PLANS AND I'LL USE HER FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT! SHE CLEARLY NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!" the 30-year-old fan told his friend, loud enough for Amy to overhear.

"MY FATHER IS CROWN PROSECUTOR!" Amy shouted at the man in the angriest tone she could muster.

"OOOHHHH... THAT'S REALLY SOMETHING! YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU! NO SURPRISE YOU NEED HIM! YOUR LITTLE PUSSY-DOG OF A BOYFRIEND AIN'T GOING TO DO MUCH TO KEEP YOU FROM HARM'S WAY... AH! AH! AH! AH!"

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND! AND I CAN VERY WELL TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! YOU STUPID CUNT!"

"A FRIENDZONED PUPPY-DOG! THAT FIGURES!... ANYWAY, WHO WOULD WANT TO DATE SUCH AN ANNOYING STUCK-UP BITCH!..."

Amy began raging at the man. The man and his two buddies left for the men's room and came back a couple minutes later. The man's buddies urged him to calm down, which he did.

Nonetheless, he kept looking at Amy and Sumeyye while King Kong Canuck finished his methodical destruction of an ebony muscle man called Koko Savege, who wore nothing but leopard tight trunks and whose hot African body elicited many lewd tongue play from the female audience! It was concluded with the BIG CANADIAN SPLASH! The 450-lb King Kong Canuck ran from the ropes and let himself "free fall" on the "unconscious" Koko Savege and pinned him for his patented 4-count (they didn't allow him to use a 5-count out of fear of being sued by the WWE on intellectual property grounds).

The man sitting behind Amy and Summeye wished he could get back at this leftist bitch! Her raven-haired friend wouldn't be bad either! An idea dawned in his mind; why not? He would love to trap these two snobish girls in some remote place with no one to come and rescue them. Amy's whimpers would certainly sound lovely!

TO BE CONTINUED.

The show went on in pure ANBW fashion! Each match told an interesting story that built on the previous ones and set the stage for what came next; each star wrestler had a feud raging against another star. The wrestlers were athletes who knew their trade well; they could move fast, work flawlessly, sell their opponent's attacks, work the crowd, etc.

Amy had sufficient cause to rage against violence and be bored to death over the next two hours, which were filled with wrestling mayhem and machismo!

After the thrashing of Koko Savege at the hands of King Kong Canuck, the self-proclaimed marvel of Canada, seven matches followed and got the ring shaking...

Piranha Menace vs. King Papeete
Piranha, a vicious fighter who bites, who gouges eyes, performed all the cheap shots he had in his book against the fat polynesian colossus, who eventually prevailed with his immense strength -- the match ended with King Papeete pressing his opponent overhead and pinning him.

Ozekis vs. Stockmen from Alice Springs
The Ozekis, two enormous sumo wrestlers, proved immovable and pretty much impervious to whatever their tag-team opponents tried on them, until one of the stockmen released the brown snake he had in a mysterious bag and the sumotori fled in panic, losing via count-out.

Sheikh Abdul vs. Chinatown Warrior
Chinatown Warrior kicked and punched in a fast-paced kung-fu fighting style that unsettled the Sheikh, who retaliated with a hidden Persian slipper, which was weighed to deal extra damage. After being struck, Chinatown Warrior took out nunchakus he had in a bag and began beating up the Sheikh, earning a disqualification followed with a severe beating when the tag-team formed by Hal-Al Lamb Eater and Halal Butcher intervened to help their Muslim brother. Amy kept calling and raging against racism and islamophobia. Sumeyye was beginning to find the show fun and entertaining.

Sydney Millionaire vs. Brisbane Tarzan-Boy, for the National Television Belt
The popular Tarzan, well known for his leopard-styled trunks and always dazzling women with his great physique and handsome looks, is wildly cheered by the womenfolk as he methodically outwrestles the Sydney Millionaire, but he loses the match when Sydney Mogul pins him while using the ringside ropes for added leverage; the Sydney Millionaire becomes the new TV Champion in this questionable manner under deafening boos from the crowd; the fans think he bought the referee. Amy is so caught up with Tarzan-Boy's good looks that she forgets to be offended by his leopard-skin trunks. She finds him hot and realizes she haven't had sex for quite a while.

Australian Highlander vs. Cactus Aabroo
The Australian Scottish-styled wrestler from New South Wales arrives to the ring wearing his kilt and accompanied by two bagpipe players. He squares off against Cactus Aabroo, a thickly muscled Aboriginal. The match is a gem of wrestling know-how and seesaw action. They wrestle to a draw as they reach the 20-minute time limit.

Tasmanian Devils vs. Tahiti Cannibals, Tag-Team Champions
The first main event! The Tasmanian Devils, two masked wrestlers, both strong and technically amazing, have beaten everything in their path. They have yet to conquer the Tahiti Cannibals, two islanders who stand 6'4" and display fearsome war paintings on their dark skin. Both teams are evenly matched, the Cannibals being slightly brawnier and the Devils are slightly superior in their ring know-how. Eventually, the Tasmanian Devils manage to perform their finisher -- a full-blown rear supplex done by both Devils at once on one unfortunate Cannibal. They get the 3-count and become new tag-team champions. Andy tries to explain to a bored-to-death Amy that the management felt they would sell more tickets with the Tahiti Cannibals on a mission to regain their title.

Jakarta Sugar vs. Bollywood "Bad-News" Salman, Intercontinental Champion
Main Event! For the highest belt in ANBW! Bollywood Salman is a failed actor who turned to wrestling and modelled his style after his childhood idol, Bad-News Brown. His finisher is a devastating spin kick to the back of the head called the "New-Delhi Blaster". Some fans hate him and hope to see him come down; others love him. He is very stylish and sells lots of tickets, as any concession wrestler ought to do.

Jakarta Sugar is a young up-and-coming challenger with truly magnificient looks. He indeed had been a fashion model before turning pro wrestler. His nickname comes from the smoothness of his bronze skin and the overall sexiness of his physique under the ring spotlights. He is an accomplished wrestler, amazing to look at for the ladies and very interesting to watch for the wrestling connoisseurs. He too sells a lot of tickets.

The no-time-limit match between him and Bollywood Bad-News is well-fought and quite entertaining. Jakarta Sugar ends up caught by the New-Delhi Blaster, but his wrestling instincts save him; in spite of being "half-unconscious", he manages to roll outside the ring, where he recovers enough to strike back and ram the champion into the steel post. He wins via count-out, which doesn't give him the belt, but his popularity is on the rise and a rematch is sure to happen in front of another capacity crowd!

Amy only survives the boredom by watching Jakarta Sugar and picturing herself under him as he's pounding her as she wraps her legs around his muscly body! She will play with herself later tonight while running this fantasy in her horny mind; an option she finds far preferable to letting Andy get a piece of her. Andy is no boyfriend material; he's only there to make her look good, to show the world she's got a guy in the palm of her hand while her "bestie" is too nerdy to get a boyfriend.

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All this time, the man sitting behind Amy had been fantasizing about capturing her along with her friend and using the two girls between him and his buddies. He had convinced them and now all three dudes were on board with the idea of stalking this pair of besties, knowing they would make short work of that geeky friendzoned loser.

If they had known what the wrestlers had in mind, they perhaps wouldn't have bothered to wait for their prey and gone for a late-night pizza instead. Indeed, the wrestlers had learned that this bitchy libertarian would be coming to interview them near the locker room and they had devised a plan to abduct Amy along with Sumeyye.

This was a very good plan, and they had done this before.

Many of these wrestlers dabbled in illegal stuff, including drug and prostitution and of course, debt collecting. Actually, ANBW owed a lot of their financial muscles to dubious income sources; they were a hefty money laundering machine. Any journalist who became too nosy needed to be silenced or taught a hard lesson. A student newspaper wasn't much of a threat, but lots of the wrestlers indulged in a special, illegal hobby from time to time.

This hobby consisted of brutally gang-raping helpless girls! Amy and Sumeyye would do just fine!

TO BE CONTINUED.

"At last, this ordeal will soon be over!" thought Amy as the painfully long main-event card was brought to an end with the count-out victory of Jakarta Sugar.

All she had left to do was a few minutes of interview, just enough to write her paper about these dirty violence mongers and meat eaters, who no doubt voted for a right-wing party. She had decided she would interview Jakarta Sugar, whose good looks made the thing reasonably tolerable for her.

She wouldn't consider taking a pro wrestler as a boyfriend, but she had to admit to herself that this muscular former fashion model with his light moka complexion rang a few excitement bells inside her womanhood. He'd be fine for a wild one-night hook-up, Amy decided. It didn't occur to her that this man was married with two toddlers.

After exiting the ladies' room along with Sumeyye, Amy recognized the loser who had seated behind her and got into an argument with her early in the evening. He wore a baseball cap and cheap clothes; what else could she expect? He seemed to be waiting for someone along with his buddies, all wearing the same nondescript clothes. What a bunch of losers!

She ignored them and was heading straight to the wrestlers' locker room area, when Sumeyye waived her hand and shouted "HI!!! CHO LAM!!!"

Amy began fuming with impatience! She couldn't wait to get out of that wretched place and go eat a pizza. How could Sumeyye had the nerve to have such good-looking friends, and Asian on top of that! Couldn't she hang out with proper Australian folks? The tolerant libertarian kept her thoughts for herself and tried to pretend she was pleased to meat Sumeyye's friends when the latter civilly made the introductions.

"Amy, this is Cho Lam, my longtime friend from our gymnastics club. Cho Lam, this is Amy (Cho Lam shook Amy's hand with a genuine smile, as Amy was failing to hide her impatience). Amy, this is Yiu Man, Cho Lam's longtime boyfriend. Yiu Man, this is Amy, my best friend!"

Unlike Amy would have done, Sumeyye didn't leave Andy out and repeated the introductions.

As he shook Amy's cold hand and noticed her forced smile, Yiu Man thought Sumeyye would be well advised to rethink her concept of a best friend. One look at Andy convinced him that this acquaintance was nothing to Amy but a guy she had brought with her on a platonic date to make her look good next to Sumeyye.

Andy couldn't help but notice how exotically feminine Cho Lam really was! So cute! She looked at him with dark Chinese-shaped eyes amid a light-bronze rectangular face of pure Asian prettiness, her long dark hair styled into one thick braid that hung down her right shoulder, half covering her perky breast shape, which he was too civil to look at. She still wore the shirt and tie of her college uniform with a crimson pullover. Overall, she looked like a nerdy girl unaware of how beautiful she was, except she wore no glasses.

He noticed all this as he shook hands with Cho Lam. He still liked Sumeyye better. As she presently told him that Cho Lam was exactly her age and had been dating Yiu Man since she was 15, he felt the magic touch of Sumeyye's dainty hand on his arm and felt his dick sparking to a quick life! Sumeyye was so hot!

As she did that, Sumeyye noticed the annoyed look on Amy's face, and she decided she had enough of Amy's superior ways and higher moral grounds. Andy had been eyeing her the entire evening, and it would be darn funny to steal him from Amy! She felt so naughty at the thought, but this would be fun! And probably mutually pleasing for herself and Andy.

When Yiu Man suggested a Chinese place where his uncle worked and said it would be nice to get some ramen, Sumeyye joyfully accepted. Andy said it was a great idea, his eyes full on Sumeyye, and Amy had no choice but to waive a reluctant acceptance, kissing goodbye to the pizza she had envisioned. She didn't like the way Sumeyye stood so close to Andy; her shoulder was brushing his arm!

In a possessive gesture, she encircled Andy's shoulders with her leftist arm, marking her territory.

"Hum, I have one last thing to do; I'm writing an article for the student journal and I was on my way to interview some wrestlers near the locker room..." Amy insisted on "near" as she had no intention of going inside that filthy locker room where she was at a risk of seeing some gross fat man emerging from the showers with a towel around his ponderous flanks, or perhaps even naked... oh... the horror!!!

"AWESOME! CAN WE COME?" said Yiu Man enthusiastically, his face all smiles.

Amy nodded. She was less than overjoyed, but not saying yes to such a casual thing would betray how racist and condescending she really was.

The five young friends joyfully headed for the wrestlers' locker room. Amy felt left alone, as Sumeyye kept walking with her shoulder brushing Andy's arm; of course, Cho Lam and Yiu Man walked hand-in-hand like the highschool sweathearts they were and had remained all the way to this year, their ultimate teenage year.

As he felt Sumeyye's shoulder constantly brushing his arm, Andy was now walking with a raging erection forming a small tent at the front of his jeans, thankfully under the hem of his sport jacket.

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Her pen and notebook ready, Amy knocked at the locker room door and asked for Jakarta Sugar, saying she was the student journalist. The man answering her was enormous and only wore a boxer and a T-shirt that could have been used as a tent. The 450-lb, 6'4" King Kong Canuck, with his shaved cranium, smiled a mile wild amid his jumbo-fat face and welcomed her and her friends...

"We have been expecting you! I'm John Nichols, otherwise known as King Kong Canuck; I'm a fan of the legend King Kong Bundy, and I'm a Canadian. I took this ringname since I look so much like my childhood idol! Oh, by the way, Jakarta Sugar is now under the shower; if you don't mind, I can take you inside the locker room and introduce you to my..."

"Oh no! We don't want to intrude on you!" Amy said, cutting him and trying her best to sound polite while hiding her utter disgust from standing so close to such a disgustingly fat man.

Sumeyye felt juices flooding her virgin womanhood as she stood so close to this big man who had such an unexpected effect on her! She couldn't explain why, but the thought of receiving all this big man's energy and... spunk inside her... It simply made her horny!

She stepped forward and put her dainty hand on King Kong's immense shoulder, and ignored Amy's disgust-shocked face as she said, smiling at the surprised big man and looking at him with longing in her eyes...

"Oh... I'd love to meet all these wrestlers! They work so hard to put up such an awesome show! I'll be delighted!"

On that, Sumeyye let herself be led by King Kong Canuck's meaty hand while Andy, Yiu Man and Cho Lam entered the locker room after them, Amy coming last and silently cursing. Sumeyye had been standing much too close to Andy, and now this! Amy made a note to herself... She'd have a direct conversation with this little bitch at the end of the night!

Amy was thus forced to go through the interview inside the locker room, thanks to Sumeyye's unexpectedly rash behaviour. This was so unlike her!

Leaving Sumeyye talking with the Canadian giant, she started the interview with Allan Thomas Oswald, whose white shirt and necktie gave her some sense of familiar safety. After all, she was the well-thinking daughter of a lawyer.

Unlike his ring persona, ATO was a gentleman, who patiently answered the leftist student's curve-ball questions with a smile, and discretely looking down at her wonderful cleavage. Amy was indeed formulating her questions in a way that implied the wrestlers were violence mongers. ATO explained that entertainment like pro wrestling was important for many people; it allowed them to vent their stress and take a break from the daily tedium of their routine.

Ignoring ATO's words while being surprised at how well-read the man sounded, Amy was urgently scribbling notes to the effect of the wrestlers' locker room was a stinky place filled with musks that reeked of violence and bigotry, filled with a bunch of overweight meat eaters who offered some primitive entertainment to an ignoring crowd of blue collars, thus contributing to keeping ordinary folks in a passive state of stupid admiration for things so gross that describing words escaped her.

Sumeyye kept talking with King Kong Canuck. Andy suddenly felt worried; was she really taking a romantic interest in such a man? He must have been at least 35, almost twice her age!

In the meantime, Cho Lam and Yiu Man were chatting with Piranha Menace and King Papeete; now that their match was over, the polynesian colossus and the now-unmasked wrestler looked like they were best buddies.

Sumeyye, the normally shy Turkish girl, quickly scribbled her phone number on the back of her used admission ticket. It said "Sumeyye, 0425 361 977... Call me!" She swallowed a huge ball of anxiety down her throat... Did she just do THIS?! She couldn't believe she had!

She was discretely planting her written-on piece of cardboard inside King Kong Canuck's huge gymbag, when someone suddenly shouted...

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! LET'S GO! LET'S TAKE THE BACK EXIT! QUICK! QUICK!"

Indeed, there was quite a bit of grey smoke coming from the hallway through the open door...

TO BE CONTINUED.

"RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! EVERYBODY! QUICK!!!"

As he shouts these words, King Kong Canuck half grabs, half drags Sumeyye along with him while the other wrestlers run along with him to the back door, leading Amy, Andy, Cho Lam and Yiu Man with them. There is a lot of smoke and confusion in the hallway, but Sumeyye senses that her 450-lb leading companion knows his way around.

She quickly sees red blurry letters saying "EXIT" amid thinning smoke, then the door opens into the dark night and Sumeyye is relieved to breathe some fresh air.

Then all goes black around her as she feels someone has just put a sack over her head. She confusedly hears Amy, Cho Lam and Andy crying "Hey! Let me go!" in shocked surprised while someone immensely stronger than her lifts her petite frame off the ground and shoves her into the open door of a car.

She hears men's joyful voices, Amy's angry protests and senses a lot of movement and men's burly voices all around her, deducing she is inside some large car or vehicle and it's all crammed with people pressing themselves around her. Soon enough, a voice shouts "ALL RIGHT! LET'S GO! GOOD JOB BLOKES!" The car is on the move!

Sumeyye finds herself utterly pinned and unable to move; she hears King Kong Canuck speaking with another man; his voice is towering immediately above her head. It suddenly dawns on her that she's just been abducted along with her friends.

She screams at the top of her voice...
"LET ME GO! LET US GO, YOU FUCKING CUNTS! LET US GWHMMMMMMMMFFFFF..."

An immense meaty hand presses itself on her mouth, stopping nearly all her air supply and immediately silencing her. Then she senses the vehicle, moving and turning, and more worryingly, some hands are groping her thighs, cunt and breasts through her clothes... NO! THESE MEN WANT TO SOIL HER HONOUR! She starts sobbing.

"OH YEAH! Now, that's a fresh girl!"

In a panick, she realizes the voice belongs to King Kong Canuck, a man she had felt trustworthy; she sobs more. She frantically fights to free herself and tries to scream, but she can't move; everything is crammed inside the vehicle and the big man just laughs and easily keeps her in his iron grip. He tells her that she can wriggle and squirm all she wants, she is going nowhere and no one's coming to save her!

In the next seat behind them, Amy and Cho Lam are similarly silenced and groped as they similarly panick and hopelessly squeal in muffle sounds under strong hands, as they try to break free from the gigantic men pinning them between them and taking their liberties, constantly stroking and caressing their curves through their clothes and making lewd comments. They are powerless to stop it. Cho Lam is sobbing bitterly and trying to call her boyfriend's help. Amy is both angry and frightened.

Andy and Yiu Man are also silenced and pinned by wrestlers, who give them ample cause to find that their strength is not fake.

Driving the stretch limousine, the Sydney Millionnaire gets a solid pat on the shoulder from Koko Savege, who congratulates him on another job well done!

"OH YEAH! THAT GOOD OLD FAKE FIRE ROUTINE! IT ALWAYS WORKS, AND THE LIMO IS SO HANDY FOR TRANSPORTING THE STOLEN GOODS!"

The men on the frontseat laugh as the wrestlers crammed in the back seats of the stretch limo are already having their hors-d'oeuvre, but they are refraining from unpacking the goods too soon, knowing it's always more fun and arousing when you wait a little while! They are seasoned rapists.

After some time, perhaps 10 or 15 minutes, the limo came to a halt in front of some large hangar. The area is utterly deserted. They are in some industrial sector; not a soul to be seen in these parts on a Friday night past midnight. The captives could scream all their voice's content, and probably no one would hear them.

The Sydney Millionnaire presses a button and a garage door opens near the side of the hanger. The extra-long limousine pulls inside the new opening and the garage door closes behind them.

As she is shoved outside the car, Sumeyye suddenly bolts and jolts in a hopeless attempt to free herself from her laughing captors. It's no use.

Sumeyye realizes she is now indoors, in a place where voices find loud echoes. It doesn't smell like a garage. There's a lingering smell of old rubber and diffuse men's musk.

Then the sack is pulled from her head. She is standing next to Amy and her other friends, encircled by ten or twelve wrestlers. No wonder they were so crammed inside the vehicle! They are inside a large warehouse gym, fitted with squat racks, many barbells and plates, two lifting platforms, a practice wrestling ring and lots of other gym stuff.

The front door opens again; five more wrestlers walk in. She sees the huge frames of the Ozekis, the two sumo wrestlers, who are bringing a large pile of extra-large pizzas along with bags of Samboy Chips; then she recognizes the Masked Piranha, King Papeete, who is bringing a large case of beers, and Allan Thomas Oswald, or ATO, among them. He is looking straight at her with an evil, sickening gaze and a very creepy smile as he closes in on her.

"LET US GO! AT ONCE! MY FATHER IS A CROWN PROSECUTOR! HE'LL HAVE YOU ALL ARRESTED!" Amy ordered from her usual moral high ground.

Then she yelps and whimpers in shock as she receives a massive slap in the face from Koko Savege.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, libertarian BITCH!"

Then there's a sudden commotion. Yiu Man is fighting back!

He kicks at Chinatown Warrior, who receives the blow on the side of his face and laughs.

"IS THIS ALL YOU'VE GOT, KUNG-FU BOY? COME ON! LET'S DO THIS! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE MADE OF, LITTLE KUNG-FU SCHOOLBOY!"

A circle organically forms around the two men who are squaring off against each other; both men are tall, pretty much the same height, but Chinatown Warrior is about one and a half times Yiu Man's size.

At the same time, Andy attacks King Kong Canuck, who is still holding Sumeyye.

"LET HER GO, YOU CUNT! YOU FILTHY BLOB!" Andy screams at him and harmlessly punches his gigantic stomach while he shoves Sumeyye in the waiting arms of Sydney Millionaire, who takes his turn in holding and groping the sobbing Turkish girl, commenting how fresh her lips taste after forced-kissing the sobbing teenage girl.

"DID YOU JUST CALL ME BLOB?! TAKE THIS, YOU FUCKING LITTLE TURD!"

WHAM!!!!

Andy doesn't even realize what hit him. He'll wake up minutes later and tied up to the corner of the practice ring. King King Canuck was once a powerful heavyweight boxer and he needed only one roundhouse hook with his right to floor the college boy.

Sumeyye screamed "ANDY! NO!" as the KO'd teenager fell unconscious on the concrete floor.

Amy is groped and forced-kissed by a bunch of jeering wrestlers, while Cho Lam is held by others and powerlessly watches her boyfriend making his last stand against Chinatown Warrior.

Yiu Man has been training for several years under a famous kung-fu master. He soon finds out that his flashy techniques don't work very well in an actual street fight. Chinatown Warrior connects with punches and kicks, having great fun in beating up the young man, who learns the hard way that his nice little blocking techniques don't work at all against real punches thrown by a trained fighter.

Chinatown Warrior kicks his ass and makes short work of him. Cho Lam sees her boyfriend out of commission and lying down on the floor with his face bleeding; she screams in shrill notes of despair and terror as it dawns on her that she is just about to get gang-raped!

TO BE CONTINUED.

With both male prisoners solidly tied up to opposite corners of the practice ring, the Sydney Millionnaire stands next to the Tahiti Cannibals, both of them eye-raping Cho Lam with obvious ethnic hatred, since they are actually Indonesian and just love to get back at the Chinese whenever they can.

Cho Lam and Sumeyye helplessly sob and protest as they watch Amy being slapped hard by the Sydney Millionnaire, who is now holding a notebook.

"ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!" bellows the Millionnaire in a joyful tone as he keeps looking at Amy with an amused gaze, enjoying her squeals and protests as Koko Savege and Cactus Aabroo hold her firmly and keep groping her breasts and caressing her hair while whispering how they are going to rape her long, good and hard...

"MY FATHER IS A CROWN PROSECUTOR!!! LET US GO AT ONCE YOU FILTHY CUNTS!!! YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ALLOWED TO... AAAAWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

The Millionnaire had slapped her again.

"SHUT UP YOU LEFTIST CUNT! NOW, LET'S SEE WHAT OUR NICE LITTLE LEFTY DAMSEL HAS WRITTEN FOR US TONIGHT..."

The Millionnaire reads out aloud from Amy's notebook...

"HMM... HMM... I see...
THE WRESTLER'S LOCKER ROOM IS A STINKY PLACE FILLED WITH MACHO MUSKS; IT REEKS OF VIOLENCE AND BIGOTRY. IT'S FILLED WITH A BUNCH OF OVERWEIGHT MEAT EATERS WHO GET PAID TO OFFER SOME PRIMITIVE ENTERTAINMENT TO CROWDS OF IGNORANT BLUE COLLARS. THESE RIGHT-WING MEAT MUNCHERS CONTRIBUTE TO KEEPING ORDINARY FOLKS IN A PASSIVE STATE OF STUPID ADMIRATION FOR THINGS SO GROSS THAT THE WORDS ESCAPE ME FOR DESCRIBING THEM!

"WELL, WELL, WELL... ISN'T THAT SWELL! YOU, MY LITTLE CUNTY BITCH, YOU HAVE A VERY NICE PROSE! WELL, BEFORE THE NIGHT'S OUT, WE'LL GIVE YOU PLENTY TO WRITE ABOUT FOR YOUR JOURNAL! AND THE WORDS TO DESCRIBE THESE THINGS WILL ESCAPE YOU, BUT YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE US!!!

"NOW YOU BOYS! ANY ASSMEN AMONG YOU? OUR LITTLE LADY HERE NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED PROPERLY BY SOME NICE DONGER SHOVING UP HER ASS! BUT FIRST SHE'S GOING TO GET THE OPPORTUNITY TO BARGAIN THE RELEASE OF HER FRIENDS!"

Then the Millionnaire slapped Amy again, making her wince with pain.

"DID YOU HEAR ME LITTLE libertarian CUNT? WE WERE ONLY SUPPOSED TO CAPTURE YOU BY YOURSELF, BUT YOU BROUGHT US FRIENDS! WELL... I'LL TELL YOU WHAT! YOU GIVE YOURSELF OUT TO US ALL FOR THE NIGHT AND I SWEAR I'LL LET GO YOUR FRIENDS, UNHARMED!"

The Millionnaire looked down on Amy from his six-plus feet tall frame; Amy looked back at him in stunned silence. Did he mean it?

"YOU'VE HEARD RIGHT, LITTLE SLUT! IF YOU LET US USE YOUR BODY AS PAYMENT FOR YOUR INSOLENCE, WE'LL SPARE YOUR CUTE LITTLE FRIENDS. NOW, GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY DICK!"

On this, the Millionnaire quickly unzipped his white pants and let out a long bulging dick with its cock already hard and ready for Amy's mouth.

"NO! NEVER, YOU FILTHY PERVERT!!!"

"NOT EVEN FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR FRIENDS? COME ON! WE WON'T KILL YOU! WE'LL JUST PLAY WITH YOU UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT! COME ON!"

"IN YOUR DREAMS! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

The Millionnaire had slapped her hard again!

"YOU DON'T LEARN VERY FAST, DO YOU? HEY, WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LITTLE GIRL? YES, I'M TALKING TO YOU, AND I HATE HAVING TO REPEAT MYSELF!"

"S... SUM...EYYE." the Turkish teen girl said with a trembling voice.

"SUMEYYE... THAT'S A VERY PRETTY NAME. YOU SEE, SUMEYYE, YOUR HAUGHTY FRIEND HERE WON'T EVEN GIVE ME HEAD SO YOU AND THE LITTLE CHINA DOLL CAN GO FREE AND RETURN HOME SAFE! SHE'S SO SELFISH THAT SHE'D RATHER HAVE YOU GET HARMED INSTEAD OF HER LITTLE PRECIOUS SELF!

NOW, YOU BOYS! DO WHAT YOU MUST DO! AND LET THE LITTLE LEFTIST BITCH WATCH HER FRIENDS GET IT THANKS TO HER!!! LET'S GO BOYS! PARTY TIME!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED.

Sumeyye's jaw dropped as she looked all around her at all these big men swiftly closing in on her; her eyes were wide open with horror and propping up her Turkish-black eyebrows in two terrified arches as she desperately tried to break free from the Tasmanian Devils holding her, both tag-team wrestlers still wearing their black-and-red masks.

Cho Lam had both her thin arms firmly held behind her back by the 330-lb King Papeete, who laughed at her while the Piranha Menace, still wearing his green patterned mask, rushed at her along with the Tahiti Cannibals, who urgently began assaulting her clothes and made short work of her red pullover, tearing it apart in red shreds with all their Indonesian hatred for anything Chinese, as the hapless girl shrieked in terror and her panicked voice reverted in her native Cantonese...
"Tiiiing!!!" (Stop!!!)

"CHO LAM! CHO LAM! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Tied up to the corner of the practice ring, Yiu Man vainly struggled with his handcuffs and desperately sobbed and cried, only able to watch the two wide and tall Indonesian tag-team wrestlers whose broad backs were hiding his view from shreiking Cho Lam as they ruthlessly tore her clothes apart.

Soon, they had Cho Lam's shirt torn apart and yanked off her bra, before delightfully cupping and pressing her small firm tits and enjoying her Chinese-brown nipples, while her necktie aimlessly dangled on her light-bronze chest in some show of grotesque college prep girl's pride. Now that her private Chinese orbs were offered to her rapists' hungry eyes between the curtains of her torn shirt, Cho Lam was ready to be fucked and enjoyed!

Sumeyye saw King Kong Canuck rushing straight at her with lust-crazy eyes. His big meaty hands grabbed her black tank-top and forcefully ripped it down as if it were nothing! Her pink sports bra suddenly blinded him with her nubile breastshapes, sharply contrasting with and intensifying her light-olive skin tone.

"AHHHRRR YEAH! AT LAST!!!" bellowed King Kong Canuck, his swine eyes zeroing in her suddenly naked breasts as he easily yanked off the pink undergarment from the shrieking sobbing teenage girl.

"OHHHH!!! THE GORGEOUS TITS! LET'S HAVE A TASTE!"

Sumeyye sobbed and shrieked louder as she was powerless to stop King King Canuck from cupping and squeazing her perky-firm breasts and the gigantic wrestler fully took in the intimate light-brown of her firm nipples standing in powerless terror amid same-color areolas that enhanced her Turkish complexion.

"YOK! Hayır! SAVMAK!!" (NO! No! GET OFF ME!!)

Just like Cho Lam had reverted to Chinese, Sumeyye reverted to her native Turkish as King King Canuck's tongue made a revolting contact with her virgin nipples; she was forced to hear the disgusting slurping sounds and the men's lewd comments on her nubile beauty as King King indulged in teen-breast sucking with unrestrained delight!

The Piranha and the Indonesian tag-team wrestlers made short work of Cho Lam's grey skirt and soon, her white panties were gone and she wriggled and squirmed as her Chinese cunt danced in front of their eyes like a moving blur of blackness amid pristine thighs of light-bronze softness. They were going to fuck this little student and it was going to be God-damned good!

Cho Lam's nude hips danced in wiggling curves of slender firmness as the big men enjoyed her waist-down nakedness and felt their erections grow into a throbbing rage. Piranha went first, his mask adding to the girl's terror and disbelief as he violently slapped her and spread her legs open while she was dizzy.

His dick was already out and fuck-ready hard as he grabbed Cho Lam's silky thighs and wedged himself between them, holding his dick with one hand to guide his eager cock and push hard on her now-undefended entrance, while the Indonesian wrestlers grabbed her ankles and began removing her long black socks and her white sports shoes.

While King Papeete held her in place from behind while licking her neck, Cho Lam screamed at the top of her horrified panic as she felt Piranha's cock pushing hard into her entrance and painfully forcing it open!

"AAAAHHHNNN NNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Cho Lam's shrill screams of pain were an understatement for how painful Piranha's invasion actually was! She felt like being shredded in two torn parts when Piranha started pounding her and felt immense satisfaction from her virgin-like tightness! Looking straight at the Chinese teen girl from underneath his green-fishy mask, Piranha grunted and groaned in utter satisfaction as his dick forcefully expanded and conquered her nubile-tight cunt in urgently renewed thrusts!

Sumeyye kept protesting in Turkish, her voice even shriller and louder, as King Kong Canuck brutally removed her khaki pants and carried her little shoes along with the whole thing as he went berzerk and violently pulled the pants away from her ankles and feet. Since she wasn't wearing socks under her black slip-on shoes, the 450-lb fat wrestler discovered how gorgeous her dainty feet really were --- all smooth in delicateness, her pale-olive complexion enhanced with a touch of subtle flesh-pink, both these pretty little feet waiting for his touch!

"LET'S HAVE HER ON THIS TABLE!" King Kong Canuck said to his mates.

The Tasmanian devil-masked wrestlers quickly helped him to carry the feather-weight Sumeyye and soon had her pinned, squealing and squirming, with her back on the tabletop.

Then King Kong Canuck let out a wild scream of joy as he brutally yanked Sumeyye's pink panties off her lush cunt of bushy black hair.

"BAKIREYIM! BAKIREYIM! HAYIIIIrj!!!... HAHHAAHHAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa.... rhhaaaaaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaahhaaaa..." (I'M VIRGIN! I'M VIRGIN! NOOOO!!!... ... ...)

Summey screamed she was a virgin in Turkish and shrieked one last no before she felt King Kong Canuck's throbbing cock pushing on her slit and began wailing at the top of her voice! She no longer heard Cho Lam's shrill cries of protest and much less Amy's loud protests. Soon, the crazy-aroused 450 pounder had coated his hard dick with a dollup of salive and he pushed again into her inviolate entrance, his swine eyes enlightening as he felt her vaginal resistance yielding!

Much to her shame, there had been juice building up inside her unmarried-forbidden pussy; Sumeyye's youthful body had been reacting on its own volition and preparing for her upcoming defloration. Sumeyye, the innocent teen girl, was to die on that fateful night; tomorrow she would be a dirty, broken and dishonoured woman.

Sumeyye heard King Kong Canuck's surprised grunt as she felt his dick forcefully pushing all the way inside her in one sudden thrust, stretching her in immense pain, yet somehow sliding even deeper in spite of her nubile tightness! Sumeyye couldn't wrap her good girl's mind around the fact that she now had a man inside her vagina! Her honour was lost!

She kept wailing as the crazy-contented 450-lb wrestler began pounding her with unrestrained abandon! She violently shook her head from side to side, seeing the Tasmanian Devils like blurry masks of devilish black and red as she remained pinned by the two jeering wrestlers who kept playing with her girly boobs; endlessly rocked on the sqeaking table as she unwillingly received King Kong Canuck's brutal pounding inside her!

The gigantic rapist's beastly grunts and the lewd jeering from the Tasmanian Devils mingled with the petite girl's protests as the table kept squeaking under her overwhelming slamming, her firm nubile butt constantly pressed down under her rapist's immense weight.

"BAKIREYIM! BAKIREYIM! HAYIrj!!..." (I'M VIRGIN! I'M VIRGIN! NOO!!) She kept repeating this as the immense wrestler kept pounding her petite exotic body on that table, grabbing her tiny thighs and forcing her teenage legs to violently brush against his flabby pale flanks.

From the ring turnbuckle where he woke up, all tied up, Andy saw King Kong Canuck's immense and flabby butt powerfully flexing repeatedly, with Sumeyye's tiny feet on top, as the gigantic man gleefully pounded her, the table cringeing and squeaking under the unbriddled rape storm! Andy felt a shamefully powerful erection pushing hard against his pants as he kept watching the horrific scene.

The Canadian powerhouse of fat and muscle couldn't hold it any longer; Sumeyye was a virgin indeed. AMAZINGLY TIGHT! Her vagina was squeezing his urgently sliding dick and he felt the rush of ungodly delight when he pounded away and zoomed passed the point of no return!

He kept pounding the head-shaking Sumeyye, contemplating her bouncing perky breasts as he braced himself for what was now inevitable...

"YYAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NNNNNNNRRRRRHHHH!!!!"

King Kong Canuck felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer bliss as his dick forcefully exploded and shot three massive bolts of semen inside the wailing teenage girl! OOOOhhhhh... THIS WAS SO FUCKING GOOD! THIS TURKISH YOUNGSTER WAS REALLY SOMETHING!

He exited sobbing Sumeyye and quickly switched places with the Tasmanian Devil who stood on his right. He held Sumeyye's left arm as the colossal masked wrestler resumed her gang-rape! Much to her shame, Sumeyye felt her body was inching closer to a forced climax as she received the relentless pounding from the grunting masked wrestler...

A few paces away, Cho Lam screamed the loss of her virtue as she heard the masked Piranha uttering a loud animalistic groan and felt the hot jizz flooding her vagina. The shame had now been consumated. She sobbed and kept protesting in Cantonese as the first of the Tahiti Cannibals took the Piranha's place and inserted his Indonesian dick; he soon was raping her, feeling immense grunting delight from getting back at China and putting one of their haughty girls in her place!

"LOOK AT THEM! LOOK!!!" The Sydney Millionnaire screamed at Amy's face.

"THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, LITTLE LEFTIST CUNT! IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY, BUT NO, YOU HAD TO BE A SELFISH BITCH!" he added.

As he said this, the Sydney Millionnaire greatly enjoyed Amy's horror painted on her mouth-open face and the sheer terror in her eyes, tears streaming down her spotless cheeks. Of course, he had been lying all along and never had any intention of letting go Amy's cute little friends! Three girls between the fifteen of them wouldn't be too much. They had an all-night stander ahead of them!

TO BE CONTINUED.

While Cho Lam's and Summeyye's collective ordeal kept going in grunting frenzy, the Sydney Millionnaire tossed Amy into ATO's arms and said...

"GIVE THIS LEFTIST TRASH THE ASS-RAPE SHE DESERVES! SHOW HER WHERE HER TRUE PLACE IS!"

Amy is grabbed and dragged by Allan Thomas Oswald, whose supposedly reassuring white shirt and tie give a sharp contrast with his devilish grin as he ignores the girl's empty threats and protests. He finally tosses her against a ringside table and holds her in place to let Koko Savege ruthlessly pull her bluejeans down her thighs...

"WOW! THAT'S A PERFECT TOP-MODEL BUTT AND LOOK AT THOSE HIP CURVES!" ATO commented while Sumeyye and Cho Lam kept wailing and whimpering in the background.

"THESE ARE TRUE LEFTIST'S PANTIES!" added Koko Savege as he looked at the high-rise navy-blue undergarment, adorned with white stars, that left large parts of her buns uncovered; the added level of decorum came from the waistband, which formed a pink band with a label that said "MY LITTLE PONY" in bold white letters.

"HA! HA! HA! SO SHE'S OUR LITTLE PONY!!!"
"A WOKE PONY! HA! HA! HA! HA!"
"YEP! WE GONNA MAKE HER LEAN TO THE RIGHT, HA! HA! HA! HA!"

"COME ON NOW... WHO PICKED THE HIGHEST CARD THIS MORNING WHEN WE DREW FOR HER?"
"I DREW A QUEEN OF HEARTS..."
"AND ME, A QUEEN OF SPADES..."
"WELL, SINCE THE SPADES TRUMP THE HEARTS, I GUESS THAT'S OZEKI NUMBER ONE'S GO!"

ATO and Koko Savege bent Amy over the table, saving further undressing for later. Her butt and panties were presented in full broad view to the first of the two 450-lb sumo wrestlers.

This first Ozeki took great delight in cupping the screaming girl's butt and laughed again at the sight of the label that said "MY LITTLE PONY".

Still laughing, he finally took a deep breath and tore off Amy's panties with a loud groan of satisfaction as he discovered her rear-end in it's full, heart-shaped pale glory!

The sight made his Japanese erection quickly hardening as it seemingly attempted to burst out of his red briefs; naked except for his briefs, the immense sumo wrestler stood behind Amy's fully exposed butt and contemplated the flawless shapes of her legs as her tucked-down bluejeans slipped off her knees and down to her ankles, effectively helping her rapists to keep her from moving.

Then the brutal Ozeki grunted loud as he dropped his briefs and let out a rather short, but immensely thick bronze-hued dick, which he immediately coated with saliva before ramming it against Amy's tight butthole!

Amy screamed louder than she ever thought herself capable of when the thick stocky dick began violating her ultra-tight butt, forcing it's way millimeter per millimeter and making Amy jolt with pain on every little advance that was made! The gigantic sumo wrestlers kept pushing, ignoring Amy's pleas. Amy's begging and screaming only intensified the big man's arousal.

Before long, the immensely fat Ozeki was grabbing Amy's butt with his thick hands and powerfully pounding her in the ass, shaking her entire body as her face slid relentlessly on the smooth tabletop, her head tilted sideways with her face looking to the left while she kept squealing her life out under the nonstop ass pounding!

"YEAH! THIS WILL TEACH YOU HUMILITY! YOU SHITTY LEFTIST CUNT!"
"AND EVEN THEN, SHE'S GOT HER FACE TURNED TO THE LEFT! HEY SAKUMA! POUND HER HARDER! GIVE HER ALL YOU'VE GOT! HA! HA! HA! HA!"

The sumo wrestler greatly enjoyed Amy's anal tightness as he did what ATO had just suggested. He ass-raped her with renewed frenzy, contemplating her round butt repeatedly colliding with his fat flabs as he further intensified the spat! spat! spat! spat! of their never-stopping flesh colliding!

He drove her hard and good! The timing of her pain squeals matched the timing of her ass-rapist; she now had zero control on her voice and her butthole was powerfully owned by the sumo wrestler, who began grunting louder and louder!

Finally, Amy's rape came to an end as she felt the extra-thick Japanese dick twitching inside her ass and the entire warehouse gym was filled with the Ozeki's thundering scream of climaxing bliss as he exploded inside her lower intestines and filled her ass with hot sumotori jizz!

ATO had picked the Queen of Hearts on that morning, when they made the final preparations for this abducting plan, so he followed the sumo wrestler as soon as he had exited out of the already-broken libertarian girl.

Amy let herself be used like a whimpering doll, trying to relax as much as she could in the hope to somewhat reduce the searing pain from her burning ass. Pretty much to no avail! ATO had watched her being rear-ended with immense arousal and his dick had been just as stiff and hard as a concrete pillar when he entered her with zero care for her well-being!

"NOW LITTLE BITCH! IT'S TIME TO PAY YOUR FAIR SHARE OF TAXES!" he kept commenting as he relentlessly slammed her on the squeaking table, greatly enjoying her squeals and whimpers.

"SHE IS STARTING TO ENJOY THIS! THESE LEFTISTS LOVE TO PAY THEIR TAXES! THEY'RE GOOD LAW-ABIDING CITIZENS! HA! HA! HA! HA!... I LOVE THIS JOB!!!" ATO added between his mounting grunts.

ATO kept slamming Amy's ass until he looked up toward the gym ceiling neon lamps and roared in a wild echoing sound throughout the place as he let out a steaming load of spunk that powerfully tossed back and compounded the previously deposited load in the deep reaches of her rectum!

"HHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! YEAH! ... OHHHHHHH... OHHH... A GOOD LAW-ABIDING CITIZEN!" he mocked her as he exited her violated butt.

The next 15 minutes were a painful MORE OF THE SAME for Amy! Her left-turned face kept sliding over her hair on the tabletop while the second sumo wrestler, slightly thinner at "only" 420 lbs, roughly raped her ass while calling her "My Little Pony" until he powerfully shot his hot seed inside her.

Last but not least, Koko Savege, the thickly muscled African man, gave her a powerful taste of his Big Black Cock, which wasn't ten inches long like you see in porn, but it was thick and gave cause to Amy to learn the true meaning of anal pain. When he was finished, he left her slide sideways on the floor, where she lay in foetal position, weeping with a great profusion of cum spilling out of her whored asshole.

In the meantime, Sumeyye kept being bucked with her back pinned on the other table, as several wrestlers took their go inside her, while Cho Lam received the same treatment, except she was on the floor and had her legs shooting up and firmly pinned against her rapist, who gleefully filled her up in the Eagle position.

Chinatown Warrior looked straight into her pretty Chinese face as he roughly pounded the sobbing girl. When the victorious wrestler erupted inside Cho Lam, her boyfriend struggled against the handcuffs in a vain attempt to break free as he positively cringed from hearing the sickening groan from Chinatown Warrior as he forcefully unloaded his hot stickiness deep inside the violated student, who kept sobbing and feebly protesting in Cantonese.

After three or four other big meaty wrestlers had followed suit and emptied their cum inside her, Cho Lam lay there on the dirty gym floor, with spent cum dripping down from her underlegs, and thinking how far down she was being debased. And all this in front of her boyfriend! She let out a wail of despair. She wanted to die.

As he watched Amy lying on the floor beside the table where she just had been repeatedly ass raped, the Sydney Millionnaire took off his white jacket and unzipped his white pants as he walked near the broken Aussie leftist student.

He grabbed her long hazel-brown hair and forced her up to her knees.

"NOW, OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND TAKE MY DICK!" he ordered to the kneeling teenage queen.

The broken leftist student journalist obeyed. And her mouth was immediately filled by the Millionnaire's throbbing dick as he grabbed her hair and began face-raping her, laughing and jeering!

After watching Amy being raped in the ass by the sumo wrestlers, ATO and Koko Savege, the Millionnaire had a raging erection that begged a good fuck. He blissfully drove Amy's silent head back and forth against his lap, holding nothing back and almost shoving his balls on her chin whenever his cock reached as deep as her throat...

Amy's only universe now was that big dick that raped and filled her mouth with its gross smell and taste, almost completely blocking her breathing.

He soon intensified the face rape to a blurry frenzy and let out an immense scream of relief as he shot several flows of erupting slime deep down her throat and on her pretty face when he pulled out!

"NOW THAT'S A GOOD GIRL! WE MAY PUT THIS LEFTIST RIGHT, AFTER ALL!!!"

The Millionnaire and most of the wrestlers now needed a well-deserved break. They had a beer and began eating pizza as they watched King Kong Canuck having another go on Sumeyye, raping her again on the table, but this time with her dainty feet either on his immense chest or on either side of his large cranium-shaved head!

He grabbed one of her feminine ankles and took a sniff and lick at her foot while he kept gleefully raping her. Having her cute little feet next to his face expanded his rock-hard erection as he mounted her and felt he was nearing his climax.

The paleness of his skin contrasted with Sumeyye's light olive complexion as the girl, completely broken by now, simply let herself be used and shaken on the squeaking table, her teenage-firm breasts jiggling as she kept quietly whimpering while every last shred of dignity was violated away from her soul.

The rape was soon concluded with a gross-sounding roar when King Kong Canuck filled up the Turkish girl with a second large load of cum! Sumeyye knew she was in her most dangerous time of the month; her face went ghastly white as she thought of the shame a pregnancy would bring on her and her family among the small Turkish community.

In the meantime, Amy was still on her knees, except she was now Eve-naked right in the middle of the ring. The green-masked Piranha was enjoying her mouth while caressing her soft hair. He was giving her a break and allowing her to get away with a more vanilla fellatio. She was now obediently sucking the wrestler's dick while grabbing it with her left hand. Her head kept bobbing back and forth along the dick of grunting Piranha! The leftist girl had been subdued and put in her place!

The Sydney Millionnaire filmed all this on his iPhone, just like he had done for her ass-rape. He had also filmed some of Sumeyye's defloration and the part where one of Tahiti Cannibals was raping Cho Lam doggystyle after removing all her remaining clothes. These vids sold well on the dark web.

He also made sure to have a nice zoom-in on Yiu Man as he struggled to free himself and cried bitterly from watching her girlfriend getting so savagely gang-raped.

Andy had watched Sumeyye's brutal gang-bang with a raging erection of his own. He felt immense shame from it, but he finally accepted the fact that he would do anything to shove his dick inside the pretty Turkish girl, or Cho Lam for that matter.

At this point, Amy was too deeply broken and too busy servicing the wrestlers' cocks to notice how none of the captive teen boys was looking at her and she was not the centre of their attention. She was at least in blissful ignorance of this state of things.

Then she received yet another cumload, this time from King Papeete. She found that the big Polynesian tasted slightly less rancid than Piranha's spunk; perhaps this was due to the coconut milk people drank and cooked with on these Pacific islands.

TO BE CONTINUED.

The wrestlers took a break, ate some pizza. Parties of them escorted the broken girls to the bathrooms, where they relieved themselves of their basic bodily needs. The girls did all this under the watchful eyes of their wardens; yet another level of debasement and humiliation for them.

The teenage boys were not so lucky. They were left tied up in their ring corners and eventually peed themselves. The wrestlers laughed at them for being little boys who wet their pants.

Once the girls were brought back, they were offered each a piece of pizza with some beer. Cho Lam refused to drink beer, and she was immediately pinned down on the floor. Beer was spilled on her breasts and the men took turns in licking and sucking it all, pouring more beer as they found the experience quite enjoyable. Chinese breasts always tasted good! Cho Lam's brown nipples made it quite clear that they were enjoying an exotic beauty!

All this was of course filmed by the Sydney Millionnaire.

Then the front door was unlocked and Sheikh Abdul walked in along with the Hal-Al Lamb Eater and the Halal Butcher. They locked the door after them as they were greeted by the fifteen dick-relieved wrestlers.

"Late to the party as usual eh?" said the Millionnaire in a cheerful tone.
"What do you want! We needed some time to say our prayers to Allah!" replied the Sheikh.

They all had a good laugh, as they all knew the Sheikh and the Muslim tag-team were not religionist zealots! They willingly accepted the offered beers and made laudative comments as they took a look at the captive girls.

Sheikh Abdul chose Cho Lam.

"A young Chinese girl! I haven't had one for ages! I'll take her from behind right now!"

"Her boyfriend is tied-up in the right corner of the practice ring. Suit yourself!"

Before long, Sheikh Abdul, mustache, strong chin and all, was stark naked except for his Persian slippers. He was kneeling at the centre of the ring. Cho Lam was also stark naked and kneeling on all fours right in front of the 270-lb Iranian man who enjoyed the spotless softness of her light-bronze butt, feeling and caressing the smoothness of her teenage-firm curves under his calloused hands! Her shadowy butt crack fed his raging erection!

Finally, he gleefully shoved his potent, veiny dick inside her forbidden paradise. Yiu Man powerlessly shouted at him as he took his rhythm and pounded the whimpering Cho Lam in a steady pistoning fuck, his dick unfaltering and growing even harder and bigger from the relentless friction with the teenage girl's vaginal walls.

The gym resonated with Sheikh Abdul's scream of carnal bliss as Cho Lam's additional rape and humiliation was brought to a successful conclusion with the shooting of a massive burst of Iranian seed inside the helpless girl. Raping these little Chinese sluts was always fun! He had really missed this.

Then the Tahiti Cannibals, as proper Indonesian men, decided the said Chinese girl did not have tasted enough of their dicks, so they came to the centre ring and made a valiant double-team effort on her!

Cho Lam screamed in uncharted pain as the first Tahiti Cannibal started raping her ass. She was soon silenced by his team-mate, who completely filled her mouth with his thick circumcised eight incher!

Cho Lam had her head grabbed by the avid Indonesian colossus and got face-raped while being brutally ass-raped in beautiful doggystyle abuse! Her boyfriend screamed with tired rage; he had spent so much time screaming that his vocal chords had gone tired and this now altered his voice.

The warehouse gym resonated with loud roars as Cho Lam's mouth was filled with hot Indonesian jizz and almost at the same time, the other Tahiti Cannibal powerfully unloaded his cum into her lower intestines! He kept pounding her all through his forceful ejaculation, to make sure he got all his money's worth!

The Sydney Millionnaire had filmed all this, chuckling with anticipation. They would sure rewatch this! And no Equalizer was going to walk in that gym and kill or maim them all to save these innocent girls. This was real life! Not a movie. On that night, the villains had won.

Off-camera, Sumeyye was forced back in service by the Hal-al tag-team. As soon as they had heard Sumeyye's name, these Syrian men had rushed at her, eager to further humiliate this Turkish whore!

They raped Sumeyye so savagely that her brutal rape at the hands of King Kong Canuck was made to look like a picnic in the park in comparison.

Each of them viciously threw all his weight and strength behind each one of his hipthrusts, violating the suffering girl deep inside her already-used fuckhole!

Hal-Al Lamb Eater ended the overwhelming pounding with an explosion of Syrian cum that he shot with savage satisfaction inside the broken and whimpering Turkish girl! He left her lying motionless on the floor, silently weeping with a small puddle of cum forming beneath her crotch.

Then Halal Butcher took over. He shot her small legs up and pinned them over his arms as he began raping her in the eagle position, holding nothing back and blissfully plowing her destroyed virginity.

King Kong Canuck looked at the scene; he was appalled by the sheer brutality shown by the Syrian men, yet also delightfully aroused by Sumeyye's lovely feet that were being kept up and pointing toward the ceiling in a beautiful erotic dance as the teenage girl kept receiving the savage pounding from Halal Butcher. 

The charm of Sumeyye's feet won, and as soon as Halal Butcher had filled up the Turkish student with an epic load of cum, King Kong Canuck discarded his XXX-large briefs and knelt down between Sumeyye's legs to present her his seven-inch dick, which looked just as pale as if he were albino; it appeared small due to the man's immense bulk.

He grabbed Sumeyye's ankle and rubbed the girl's foot on his erect dick, greatly enjoying the girl's sweetness. His hard dick expanded further and became even harder from this contact with Sumeyye's small feet. Then he laid his fat frame all over the broken girl and inserted his beyond-hard dick inside her gaping hole amid her dark bushy cunt, propping her legs up and pinning them under his arms as he let out a savage groan of joy and started the brutal pounding! With her lovely feet shooting up on either sides of his cranium-shaven head!

It lasted blissfully long. King Kong Canuck kept contemplating Sumeyye's girly face, her tears streaming down her lovely cheeks, her rich pale-olive complexion sharply contrasting with her shiny black hair, as he kept pounding her with 450-lb heavy strokes.

At some point, he started wondering if he was ever going to cum, and then he suddenly passed the no-return point and the ungodly delight hit him with a vengeance!

As he frantically pounded Sumeyye with intense satisfaction, his dick exploded inside her and she felt the intense hotness of his massive load flooding her!

"I liked you!... I... liked you!" the multiple-raped girl blurted out amid her intense sobs, as King Kong Canuck exited her.

As he stood up, Sumeyye's feeble words rang in his mind, painful and filling him with intense guilt. What kind of man was he, to be terrorizing and abusing girls a third of his size? There was a time when he would have used his strength to smash the head of such a piece of shit as he had himself become. How did he get this low?

He quickly got dressed again and went to a more secluded corner and drank a beer while putting his Chuck Taylor shoes back on his large feet, watching King Papeete, Chinatown Warrior and Koko Savege having the time of their life as they played with Amy's perfectly shaped breasts, which were full and firm with wonderful rosy nipples; they kept saying she could become a porn star if she wanted.

The three big men splashed some more beer on Amy's breasts and asked her if she liked this. When she said "Fuck you!", they decided she needed another lesson in humility. They flipped her over and Chinatown Warrior raped her ass again, lying down on top of her and ordering her to say she loved being raped as he kept ravaging her sore asshole. He kept at it until he cummed.

After King Papeete had almost crushed her under his 330-lb bulk and raped her ass the same way, Koko Savege forced her to kneel in all her nude glory, and Amy was subjected to yet another face fuck. The once proud leftist white student received a huge cumshot of thick and gooey African seed! She was already getting used to the rancid taste.

King Kong Canuck had left the building.

TO BE CONTINUED. 

Nobody noticed King Kong Canuck's absence, at least not for the next hour. Everybody was so immersed in the defilement of their cute young captives! They never got tired of contemplating the naked figures of Amy, Sumeyye and Cho Lam! A white leftist Australian girl, a spicy Turkish brunette and a superbly exotic Chinese youth!

All theirs to play with and humiliate for the night!

The Sydney Millionnaire turned to the captive boys, who had peed in their pants from humiliating lack of care. Andy and Yiu Man were still cuffed to their ring corners.

"ALL RIGHT BOYS! NOW IS YOUR TIME! HEY GUYS, UNDO THEIR CUFFS AND TELL THESE BOYS TO TAKE OFF THEIR STINKING WET PANTS!"

Then he added...
"WE'RE GOING TO SEE WHICH GIRL EACH OF THESE BOYSCOUTS ARE GOING TO CHOOSE! IT'S ALWAYS FUNNY! THEY SEEM TO NEVER, EVER PICK UP THEIR GIRLFRIEND!"

Everybody laughed as Andy and Yiu Man were finally tied up, and ordered to take off their pants, while Cho Lam was taken onto the ring and made to stand right next to her boyfriend, in the nude of course. But when he was offered the choice between the three captive girls, Yiu Man had no hesitation, he was escorted off the ring and walked straight to the spot where Sumeyye was beautifully naked and lying down on the floor.

Cho Lam bitterly wept as she saw Yiu Man --- the love of her life --- kneeling next to the Turkish girl, who took his erect dick in her dainty hand and propped herself up to take him inside her mouth. But then Cho Lam was forced to lie down on the ring mat and Andy immediately laid down on her and began kissing her and soon went down on her gorgeous firm breasts; this was the first time Andy actually touched the breasts of a girl.

He felt intense lust as he felt Cho Lam's orbs softly yielding to the pressure of his hands and sensed the small erect nipple. Urged on by the escorting Koko Savege and Piranha, Andy took his hard dick in his neophyte hand and fumbled as he tried to guide his cock into Cho Lam's entrance.

After some fumbling, Andy finally felt his raging-hard cock sinking inside Cho Lam's wonderful firmness. HE WAS INSIDE HER! He pushed his dick further, enjoying the fierce massage of firmness pressing all at once on every inch of his teenage donger, which he felt powerfully gaining in length and girth.

Then he started pounding Cho Lam, his eyes into her tears-salty eyes as he kissed her while gently pounding her, telling her how sweet she was and how he had been wanting her secretly. But the two wrestlers near him urged him to go hard on her! He obeyed and upped the tempo and force of his strokes, feeling Cho Lam's wonderful depth and taking delight in contemplating her quivering breasts, so exotic with her brown nipples! He felt savage elation. He was fucking a pretty girl! A Chinese girl!

Forgetting his predicament, Andy fucked Cho Lam like a savage on the ring mat, while the broken girl kept quietly weeping. Before long, Andy screamed his intense bliss and powerfully shot an incredibly massive load! The ejaculation was so strong that he thought he was going to keep shooting cum for 15 minutes straight, but of course it stopped after a few seconds of unfathomable relief!

He had no idea fucking a girl could be THIS GOOD!

Cho Lam looked into Andy's eyes in stupor; she felt utterly flooded and filled up! The load had been MASSIVE! Andy tried to kiss Cho Lam, but the girl pushed him away with surprising force and curled herself into a ball and started bitterly weeping, with a thick stream of cum flowing out of her entrance and down on the blue ring mat.

Down on the gym floor, most wrestlers had formed a circle around Yiu Man, who was still atop Sumeyye and intensely copulating with the Turkish girl. The show was indeed worth it! And it was filmed by the Sydney Millionnaire.

Sumeyye was moaning out loud with her cute legs wrapped around the tall Chinese boy! She seemed to be loving it! Or perhaps only her body was reacting like this in order to lessen her suffering and help her survive. She was unconsciously moving her pelvis up to meet his impaling dick!

Several times during her numerous rapes, Sumeyye's body had taken her dangerously close to a forced orgasm, but Yiu Man hit the jackpot! His short, stocky dick was rubbing her clit the exact way she needed to fly straight up to Cloud Nine! She kept moaning and screaming, much against her will, as Yiu Man kept frantically drilling her vaginal depths with unrestrained abandon!

For the third time in these ten to fifteen minutes, Sumeyye let out her peculiar high-pitched groan when all the fireworks inside her detonated at once and made her lose her sense of time and space. Fucked by a Chinese boy! She had watched so many martial arts movies while fantasizing about her getting gang-raped by a brutal gang of Chinese thugs!

At long last, Yiu Man's body went stiff and he dumped his pulsating shots of Chinese semen inside the panting girl, who kept clamping her petite legs around his loins as if she wanted to take as much of him as humanly possible!

Yiu Man, who had never had sex with any girl other than Cho Lam, felt intense elation as he finished dumping his load inside Sumeyye. He never thought fucking a non-Chinese girl would be this amazing!

He kissed Sumeyye and gently caressed her hair, the same way he always did when he was having sex with Cho Lam.

"POLICE! NOBODY MOVES!"

The place was suddenly filled with cops, their leader repeating the loud command! Swear words were heard, then several gunshots, and then some more gunshots.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Police Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz had gone to watch wrestling with two of his colleagues and greatly enjoyed the action-packed fun! Wearing civilian clothes of course, and very casual clothes at that -- jeans with polo shirt. A green polo shirt that greatly complemented his Turkish olive skin hue.

With his jet black hair, exotic looks and athletic frame, the tall 40-year-old man attracted some looks from women, and sometimes girls who were shockingly younger than him, but didn't seem to care that much as they kept eying him. Ibrahim Aziz was a married family man with two pubescent kids.

Since he knew Jakarta Sugar from his youthful days in olympic weightlifting, Ibrahim went to the locker room area along with his friends, so he could shake hands with his former Indonesian rival in weightlifting and make introductions while congratulating him for his great performance.

After having being stalled by a girl who tried to pull him in a long chat, he made it to the locker room area slightly later than he had wanted, and feared his old buddy would be gone. Then there was a fire alarm! Plenty of smoke, but no fire anywhere to be seen. Odd.

Then he saw many forms rushing out of the locker room door, some men seemed to be dragging girls with them. It was hard to tell, but he clearly heard a few words and the voices were clearly female.

His police instincts told him something was off. He wanted to go after the group, but a pair of security agents ordered him to get out of the building using the front door. He calmly took out and presented his police badge and so did his colleagues. They were let in.

Near the back door, in the smoky hallway, he was blocked again, this time by two gigantic sumo wrestlers who curtly asked him what the fuck he wanted. He calmly presented his police badge again and asked them about the group that had just left, only to be told he should call their lawyer.

Unphased, Ibrahim went into the locker room, where an attendant was about to ask him to leave, then he once more showed his police badge. Along with his two colleagues, Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz looked around him. It seemed that all the wrestlers had taken their stuff with them as they left. Now, that was strange!

Normally, when there's a fire alarm and that much smoke, you get the hell outta there. He should have seen many pieces of clothing left there, shoes and whatnots, but no, they all seemed to have left like they knew where they were going. It smelled strange. And there was definitely no fire. That smoke smelled like a set-up.

Then he noticed one forgotten gymbag. A large black gymbag. There was a name on it.

"J. NICHOLS"

"Hey Rick. Do you know any wrestler by the name of J. Nichols?"

Rick was a dye-in-the-wool wrestling fan. After a pause, he said...
"That's John Nichols, who wrestles under the name of King Kong Canuck! He's HUGE!"

Ibrahim rummaged through J. Nichols' belonging.

"Hey! Do you have a warrant?" asked the attendant with a snappy little voice.

"Look little man, I'm not really in the mood for technicalities when a crime may be in progress!"

Ibrahim motioned to his colleagues, who blocked the attendant's way out as he was no doubt on his way to alert his boss.

Inside the bag, Ibrahim found the mundane stuff to be expected -- a sweaty wrestling singlet, XXXX-Large, training shoes, smelly socks, shaving cream, condoms, and... what was that?

It was a thin cardboard admission ticket. Some words had been penned in the back of it...

"Sumeyye, 0425 361 977... Call me!"

Sumeyye... That could only be a girl from his own Turkish community. If he recalled well, the female figures he had seen amid the screen of smoke were short and petite. The voices sounded like teenage girls or young women. Did he know a Sumeyye, petite in frame, around 18 or 20 years old? He had a hunch, but it escaped him for the moment.

At any rate, this was strange. Girls had been there, in this locker room, chatting with these wrestlers... Then there was a fire alarm... Smoke with no fire! That was beginning to sound like some twisted kidnapping.

He had an idea. He phoned Jakarta Sugar. His wife answered the phone. She told him her husband was having a beer with his opponent, Bollywood "Bad-News" Salman. He told her it was important, so she gave him the bar's number straight away.

However, there had been a brawl at that bar, and Jakarta Sugar had been taken in police custody along with Bollywood "Bad-News" Salman.

"Great! Just great!"

Spurred by his police instinct, Ibrahim was convinced that his old weightlifting buddy was the right man to speak to. However, the local jail was unusually busy on that night, and getting through the formalities took time; precious time! But after all, there was probably no crime being committed, but his intuition told him there was. If he was right in his surmises, these girls must be going through hell as he was forced to sit and wait.

He phoned his wife and told him he was on an emergency case. He kissed her good night through the phone and told her he wasn't forgetting that they were all going to the Taronga Zoo tomorrow.

A long hour and a half later, at last, Ibrahim was speaking with Lot Keloko, otherwise known as Jakarta Sugar. He arranged things to sped up his release, for him and his fellow grappler. Sugar Jakarta joked about winning a championship, and then finishing the evening in a county jail. As they spoke, both men were about the same height and size.

They had sometimes trained together in a warehouse gym in the industrial sector, but that was twenty years ago. Was that gym still there? Were wrestlers still lifting iron there? Yes on both counts. Then it clicked in Ibrahim's head. There was the place!

As they walked out of the local jail, Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz told his colleagues about the old warehouse gym. They all agreed that if these wrestlers had kidnapping and rape in mind, this warehouse gym would be the ideal place to bring the girls. On a Friday night, not a soul would be around there. The perfect place for such a crime.

Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz drove his car with Rick, while Johnny would go back downtown and set things in motion if their theory proved right and they urgently needed a warrant from a judge.

Twenty minutes later, the men were at the warehouse gym; they parked the car at a safe distance and quietly walked, taking their time and making sure not to be seen. The doors were all locked. Not a car was around to be seen, but there was a garage door. They spotted tire trails that went straight inside the closed garage.

Ibrahim took a calculated risk and pressed his ear against the front door. What he heard made him cringe and rage! Muffled screams and whimpers, along with a loud manly roar and grunts and jeers. They were raping these girls!

Rick suddenly warned him! A car was approaching fast. The two men hid just in time. The car slowed down, pulled in and stopped near the front door. Three tall and large men emerged. Ibrahim recognized Sheikh Abdul since he was still wearing the same Persian slippers he had fought with in the ring. The two other wrestlers also looked Middle Eastern.

Ibrahim and Rick walked away to the back of the warehouse, making sure they stayed out of sight. Once at a safe distance, Ibrahim called Johnny, who immediately called a judge and set the process in motion for a warrant and woke up his boss. They needed urgent back-up to arrest a large group of men, which they could do even without a warrant as they had reasonable and probable grounds that a serious crime was in progress.

Then came the frustrating wait! Ibrahim had no gun with him and neither did Rick. By themselves and without guns, there was no way they could rescue these poor girls; they would be beaten up to a pulp, and then perhaps raped in the ass. They had no choice but to wait for Johnny's call, and then for Johnny to bring in the cavalry.

One thing was certain, these pieces of shit would end the night in jail, or at the morgue he hoped.

TO BE CONTINUED.

The wait was long. While Jakarta Sugar was being interrogated along with his friend and coworker at the local jail, Ibrahim had learned that there was a major rumble in a Muslim neighbourhood where, among other things, a group of white students had been molested by a large gang who shouted "Allahu Akbar" as they beated up the teenage boys before gang-raping the white girls.

"God Lord!" said Rick, "if I know anything about Chief Inspector Campbell, our boys must have beaten these Muslim guys pretty bad once they had caught them!"

It was well known that their boss, Chief Inspector Campbell, hated all migrants, especially migrant criminals who harmed white girls.

"Yep!" answered Ibrahim. "They're in for a busy night and morning at the morgue!"

At long last, the long-awaited-for cavalry arrived in low-profile unmarked cars. Johnny wasn't there, and this told Ibrahim that something was a little off. The dozen cops were led by Chief Inspector Campbell, who looked remarkably like Captain Dudley Smith in the movie L.A. Confidential. Campbell was actually proud of his lookalike-ness and went as far as repeating the famous line when he beat up migrant criminals...

"This is the city of Angels and you got no wings!"

With Chief Inspector Campbell in charge, blood and gore was to be expected.

"I hope that this time, you haven't brought us here with a false alarm, Sergeant Aziz. Give him a gun."

There was contempt in Campbell's tone as he spoke to the migrant-born police Sergeant, whose résumé was impressive to say the least, and who would have been at least a Superintendant, one notch above Chief Inspector, if it wasn't for Campbell's downplaying his prowess and taking the credit for himself for the last decade. Ibrahim's wife was enraged by this situation. The difference in pay between Sergeant and Superintendant was significant, and the on-terrain risks for Sergeants were higher too.

Since the criminals thought they were safe and didn't care to keep watch outside the building, the police had no trouble encircling the place and moving into position. The main force busted the front door open and entered the premises up front while a few other cops, led by Ibrahim (who knew the place), entered by the back door.

"POLICE! NOBODY MOVES!"

All the wrestlers froze where they stood, utter stupor painted in their face. Most of them turned ghastly white, or lost a shade or two of their darkness of skin, as they saw the policemen pointing their guns at them!

Yiu Man was lying on top of Sumeyye and had just unloaded his cum inside her. Cho Lam was lying on the ring mat with her cunt utterly filled with Andy's cum. Andy dropped down back over Cho Lam and covered her with his arm in a protective gesture when he saw the many cops bursting in.

King Papeete was the first to unfreeze and react. He grabbed a 50-lb dumbbell and threw it at the nearest cop, which was the most stupid thing someone could do.

"NO! DON'T DO THIS, IDIOT!" the Sydney Millionnaire shouted at the Polynesian 330-lb powerhouse, who immediately was shot through and through by at least four bullets in his large and wide torso while the injured policeman reeled on the floor with both hands on his knee and the 50-lb dumbbell lying beside him.

Many other shots were fired. Chief Inspector only fired at the visible-minority wrestlers, shooting down Koko Savege like a dog, then emptying his magazine in a sumo's can't-miss belly.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!!!!

"Take that! you fucking migrant dogs!" snarled the Chief inspector between his teeth as he finished shooting down the sumo wrestler, who had his hands up and looked at him with surprise and terror in his Japanese eyes.

When the gunshots died out in echoing sounds of tragedy, two thirds of the rapists lay down on the floor. Amy found herself screaming and terrified, her pale naked body covered with blood amid the three corpses that had been the Halal Butcher, Hal-Al Lamb Eater and Chinatown Warrior, whose cock she had been pleasuring when the shooting began.

Chinatown Warrior died as he was ejaculating inside Amy's mouth. His departed soul saw the entire scene from the warehouse ceiling --- The surviving criminals being arrested, handcuffed and escorted out; the deceased ones being soon put and carried out in large body-bags, with the dead sumo turning out to be a major problem since there wasn't any body-bag big enough for his immense frame. Someone came up with a large blanket, and four men moved his gigantic corpse out on a heavy-duty stretcher.

Amy's nakedness was covered with a blanket and she was whisked out to the nearest hospital along with two female officers.

"Nice work, Sergeant Aziz! You'll be recommended for promotion!" said Chief Inspector Campbell in a surprisingly friendly tone.

Ibrahim didn't like this tone; something was off. He looked around him. The female officers had gone off with Amy to the hospital. The two teenage boys had been taken in police custody; it was obvious they had been forced into this by their captors. The medico-legal team would soon be there to take all the evidence, which included the half-eaten pizzas since it contributed to indicate that the kidnapping and rapes had been a planned gathering. Other officers were outside the building and were processing the injured and otherwise surviving rapists to the hospital and/or the jail.

Inside the warehouse gym, there only remained Chief Inspector Campbell and eight white policemen, beside himself and his partner Rick. Everybody seemed to be oblivious of Sumeyye and Cho Lam, unlike Amy, the white Australian girl, who was already safe and away.

Chief Inspector Campbell added...
"You've earned a couple of days off, Sergeant. Now go home and take a well-deserved rest. You've earned it. You can consider yourself an Inspector, Sergeant!"

Ibrahim walked toward Sumeyye, who was still lying down naked under the blanket she had been hastily given.
"I'm taking her to the hospital with me; I know her."

"I said go home, Sergeant! That's an order! And you know the procedures as well as I do! We can't let a male policeman escort a rape victim all by himself. A team of female officers are on their way; they'll be here any second!"

"Good! Then I'll wait for them!"

"Go home Sergeant! This is my last warning! I wouldn't want to dig out the reports on the two instances where you flagged a false alarm and wasted thousands of tax-payer dollars! I've hushed these up, among others, because you're a friend of mine and a good blue heeler. GO HOME."

Several white policemen moved in and formed a compact line between Ibrahim and Sumeyye. Cho Lam was still lying down and sobbing, in a state of shock, on the ring mat.

"The filthy dogs!" Ibrahim thought as he ragingly retreated to his car.

"There's nothing we can do... Come on, Ibrahim..." said Rick, trying to comfort his enraged partner.

Ibrahim was crying. No matter how hard he worked and how outstanding he was as a policeman, a father, a husband and an Australian citizen, the white folks would never really see him as one of their own. Chief Inspector Campbell was a painful case in point. He knew what the crook was up to, but the Chief Inspector's word would always win against some migrant-born Sergeant.

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The Sydney Millionnaire and the few other surviving rapists were taken to the hospital and/or jail under heavy escort. Chief Inspector Campbell was now master of the battlefield with his eight white male officers.

They took blanket-covered Sumeyye and carried her inside one of their unmarked cruisers. They did likewise with Cho Lam.

"We'll take them to the empty house. Don't worry; I'll write a convincing report. These fucking migrants! We'll hurt them in what they love most! Too bad we can't kill these girls after! But we'll disfigure and mutilate them!" ordered the crooked Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector Campbell had inherited an old house, which he left empty and used for his most sordid interrogations. He also used the place for off-the-record play with the most vulnerable female offenders. His eight men had been in his confidence for several years. They were loyal to him first, their duty to protect the whole community being but a distant afterthought.

Sumeyye and Cho Lam were brought inside the empty house, and the policemen locked the door behind them. Cho Lam was gang-raped in the bedroom by four men, and Sumeyye was gang-banged on a table by Chief Inspector Campbell first, then followed with the four remaining policemen.

They each had their go inside the exotic girls and gleefully emptied their loads inside their overused pussies.

"Feels great to be getting back at these migrant scum!" said the Chief Inspector as he sat on a couch with his dick blissfully satisfied from Sumeyye's tightness.

"I don't want to start torturing the girls now; let's do this again!"
"Yeah... This little China fuckdoll is really something. I wanna have her in the ass!"
"Same for me!"
"I want to get some of the Turkish girl!"
"This is easily arranged!"

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John Nichols, otherwise known as King Kong Canuck, was bitterly sobbing on his couch in his tiny apartment when the police came for him at around 6 A.M.

He met the incoming policemen by standing up and pointing at them the revolver he had been unable to use on himself for the last couple of hours, with a full cup of coffee gone cold in front of him.

He died before his body fell down; two bullets had taken him right between the eyes.

His departed soul flew in search of the little Turkish girl whose words were ringing in his mind as he died...

"I liked you!... I... liked you!"

His flying immortal being sensed Sumeyye's presence, and found the empty house.

It was full of blood and dead cops. Each and everyone of them had been shot through the head. Sumeyye was being attended by a tall man covered with blood; that man had a partner, who was attending to another girl, the Chinese girl. The departed soul sensed that these were good men.

He saw the tall Turkish-looking man taking care of Sumeyye as if she were his own daughter. If he could have cried, he had, but departed souls had no tears left.

Before taking Sumeyye to the hospital, Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz, former elite commando in Australia's military, knelt down near the corpse of Chief Inspector Campbell; he looked into his void steel-blue eyes and said...

"This is the city of Angels, and you haven't got no more wings!"

The departed soul of King Kong Canuck saw a repulsive fellow soul who felt lost and panicked; then came a swarm of demons; they took the repulsive soul in custody and flew away to Hell.

The former King Kong Canuck felt weirdly light as he flew elsewhere and found himself overlooking a team of inquiring policemen. They were sorting out evidence. He suddenly recognized the large gym-bag he had forgotten at Qudos Bank Arena.

Next to the black gym-bag, he saw the admission ticket, with its backside up. Then he saw the penned words...

"Sumeyye, 0425 361 977... Call me!"

"It didn't have to be this way! It didn't have to be this way!" thought  King Kong Canuck's ethereal form as he did the closest thing to crying a ghost could do.

"At least, you've learned something, my son!" said an immensely soothing voice that stood right beside him.

"Come with me, my son! It's time for you to leave. Follow me."


EPILOG

The newspaper headlines were hot!

Australia National Broadcast Wrestling was exposed as the sordid money laundering machine it actually was. It folded within two months. Sugar Jakarta and Bollywood "Bad-News" Salman went on to wrestle elsewhere; they had been one of the few clean wrestlers, barring their steroid use.

The ANBW directors were tried and found guilty with the proper prison sentence; some big fish in organized crime followed them; others perished in dubious accidents. A top-level politician was exposed, arrested and also found guilty for condoning too many illegal activities to be enumerated here. The ruling party's next elections were put in jeopardy by the scandal, which was soon nicknamed The Rape Arena Case.

All the wrestlers who had made it alive to stand trial were properly sentenced to prison, where they would be inducted to a new life in a world where inmates hated big men who harmed girls.

Chief inspector Campbell was found dead along with eight Sydney white policemen. Although he was exposed as the crooked policeman he actually was, along with these eight dead policemen, most of the good white folks in Sydney were outraged and said that they had been killed by some migrants; politicians had been too soft on them for too long!

This and the gang-rape of a white girl at the hands of migrant pro wrestlers, sparked a wave of anti-migrant hate. The shooting of popular Muslim wrestlers, plus the gang-rape of a Muslim Turkish girl by "white Australian" wrestlers, sparked a wave of anti-white violence in the Muslim neighborhoods. The police had more busy nights on their hands.

The Sydney newspapers never mentioned the fact that Campbell and his men had been gang-raping migrant girls when they met their demise.

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Amy became even more leftist than before. She wrote a book entitled "I Am A Victim Of White Supremacy" where she explained in full detail that the migrant men who raped her were themselves victims of the white-dominated system and should be forgiven. The book was a best-seller in the woke community and Amy received a great many invitations to speak at university conferences in Australia and abroad.

In her private life, she became a sex addict who often hooked up with migrant men and let them gang-fuck her to their heart's content. She had been white-privileged; she owed it to them.

Cho Lam broke up with her highschool sweatheart. Yiu Man never recovered; he took his own life two years later; it didn't have to be that way. Cho Lam is presently a brilliant medical student; she's living with her parents and the family cats. What happened to her on that night will always remain a taboo subject.

Sumeyye recovered most of her former self, thanks to the help of Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz. Her parents shamed her when they learned her fate; her relatives shamed her too; some of them openly called her a negro-loving slut. Sergeant Ibrahim Aziz and his kind wife sheltered her in their house for almost a year as she recovered.

She became an olympic weightlifter and made astoundingly fast progress. Ibrahim, who was coaching Sumeyye, returned himself to competition as a Master lifter. Within another year, Sumeyye Levent would be good enough to make the national team as a 58-kilo lifter! She loved the sport! She became friends on Instagram with Sumeyye Kaya, a member of the Turkish national team in her weight class. She planned visiting her in Istanbul.

Andy often came to visit her. Sumeyye eventually started dating him. Andy felt ill-at-ease to become intimate with her, after what had happened, but one evening they had dinner together in a Rock'n'Roll themed restaurant, Sumeyye told him...

"You know, Andy, I'm not a porcelain vase that needs to be kept from the wind; I'm a human being, and right now, I long for your loving attention! I want to live! And I want to share it with you! Let's live and share while we're young."

She said this while looking intensely at him with passion filling her magic night-brown eyes. Andy felt his dick growing fast in a powerful erection as he realized what Sumeyye meant. It had been almost a year since THAT horrible night. Luckily, none of the girls had gone pregnant; this had been taken care of at the hospital.

Sumeyye was now well enough to be longing for a boyfriend's loving touch! For HIS touch!

As soon as they were alone in Andy's student room, Sumeyye stripped him naked, then she let him take off her clothes and take a long, passionate tour of her wonderful petite body! Then she rode his cock, her perky breasts dancing and jiggling up and down in Andy's full view, and often cupped and pressed by his loving hands, as he enjoyed her girly tightness roughly massaging and pressuring his hard dick! She told him she took the pill as he blissfully erupted inside her.

Later, Andy fucked her doggystyle, like he had dreamed of on that night he was eying her as they watched wrestling together. Her weightlifter's peachy butt and her silky-soft backside were even more gorgeous than he had anticipated; she had gained some muscle and Andy found her strong, soft and feminine under his touch!

"Come on, Andy! Harder! Harder! Fuck me hard! I love you!"

His plowing dick powerfully gained in girth and hardness as he held her slim waist and kept pounding her! The spat! spat! spat! sounds of Sumeyye's butt repeatedly colliding with his lap was the most elating music he had ever heard! What a great fuck they were having!

Sumeyye climaxed hard, filling the tiny room with her high-pitched groan as she pictured herself as a Turkish princess gang-raped by victorious crusaders in some forlorn castle. Andy's second ejaculation was even more powerful than the cowgirl one. He let out a wild scream of delight as he blissfully filled up his Turkish girlfriend.

THE END.


Note: The entire film of the story was in me; I simply wrote it as I saw it. I hope you've enjoyed this story and I'll most probably write some prequels involving these colourful rapists who had been victimizing so many girls before they were finally caught.

Note: I often write the near-full recovery of a victim at the end of a story. I like to leave my readers with a message of hope.