Vanessa found herself grabbed by strong hands and thrown forwards. Fuzzily, she was aware of landing lying across the laps of several men sitting in the back of a big car. She stifled a giggle. Doors slammed and the car moved off. Alarm bells belatedly began to ring in Vanessa's drink fuddled brain. Unable to find purchase, her hands slipped on trousered thighs and knees as she tried to lever herself up but a strong hand on her head forced her down again.

"Get down and get used to it, darlin'," another voice said to general laughter.

Now she knew something was wrong. She tried flailing about but all that achieved was hands holding her down by gripping her thighs, thick, coarse fingers digging deep into her soft flesh. Other hands reached over her shoulders and one reached a bit further and took a handful of her breast. She felt her skirt being wrenched up and hands trailing across the soft globes of her buttocks.

Slowly, through the alcoholic mists in her mind, the realisation dawned on Vanessa that she was about to get gangbanged.

The drive wasn't a long one and fairly soon the car bumped over rough ground and then halted. Vanessa was starting to feel queasy and the fresh air let in by the car doors being opened was a welcome relief. Someone reached in and grabbed her under the arms, hauling her roughly out into the chill night air. Standing unsteadily with her head like cotton wool, she was hardly aware of the way her heart was pounding in fright, glassy-eyed she looked around her, shaking her disarranged hair out of her eyes. When her vision finally focussed she saw that the car stood in the middle of a scrapyard. Around it were precarious stacks of rusting and half-flattened wrecks. On the ground someone had scattered some old rear seats with foam bursting out in places, looking unpleasantly as if it had exploded from within a skin.

"Here's your fucking-ground, darlin'," a male voice whispered malevolently in her ear and she was shoved forwards violently.

The chunky beads at her wrist clunked and clanked noisily as, with her arms windmilling wildly, she fought for balance on the rough ground in her high heels. She staggered towards the seats and was just able to make it, falling face down on one and immediately pushing herself up onto her elbows to get her face away from the stink of mildew and other things. She felt a sudden weight on the centre of her back and craning her head round saw Darren with his foot on her. Slowly she became aware that her heart was thumping rather too loudly, reverberating through her as panic tried to make itself recognised through her stupor.

"You can either strip yourself, or we'll do it for you," he told her.

Mentally grappling to maintain control of her already demolished dignity, a last streak of defiant pride flickered into life inside her and she shook her hair back proudly.

"I'll do it," she said and tottered back up to her feet.

Despite her swaggering, plucky display her fingers just didn't seem to want to comply and she fumbled and fiddled with her buttons for some seconds before she had any success. But once she got her top off she smoothed her hair back and as she reached behind her and fumbled again to unfasten her bra she was able to see that five men stood before her, all stripped to the waist and grinning menacingly at her. Vaguely the thought occurred to her that she had no idea what having five men take their pleasure with her would feel like. But as she brought her arms forwards and discarded the bra in what she hoped was a sexy, teasing manner and let the heavy orbs of her breasts swing free on her slender chest, she could clearly see the straining bulges at the fronts of their trousers. A strange thrill swept through her body as she realised that no fewer than five, hard, lovely big cocks just couldn't wait to get inside her. That thought set her heart beating to an excited, choppy rhythm. She grinned back fiercely at the men, carried away by the exhibitionist high as she threw her belt aside and unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it quickly so that suddenly only her thong hid her quim and her long thighs gleamed palely in the gloom.

She spread her legs and put her hands on her hips.

"Okay boys. Come and get it."

In the days that followed she came to think that her moment of bravado had been a bad idea but once her black eye had calmed down and the welts on her bottom and back had faded and the bruises were yellowing, she had to admit that it had had the effect of producing a gangbang that she was quite proud of having endured.

Darren had gone first, stepping out of his trousers before pushing her down onto her back on one of the seats once she had stepped out of her thong in her turn. He had knelt between her legs and suckled and licked at her nipples until they were really hard and her breasts felt full and tight, then he sat back and slapped them to and fro. In the exciting and faintly unreal situation in which she found herself it didn't hurt and she even giggled along with the men as the heavy mounds swung and rippled ponderously. Then he started doing it harder, really hitting them and suddenly it was all too real after all, and it hurt.

"Ow! Please, Darren!" she had protested and then he had slapped her face equally hard and with belated caution she realised that it was safest to keep quiet. At last, with her tits feeling as though they were on fire, he tired of that game and instead stretched out on top of her. She pushed her pelvis up at him to encourage the hardness she could feel at his groin and he drove in. She scrabbled with her feet to get some grip so she could arch her back and extract the last few inches of penetration from him and grip with her vaginal muscles. Their perspiration-bathed bodies pressed together and she felt her breasts flatten uncomfortably under his rigid chest as he settled down to a good steady rhythm, pushing deep inside her and pulling out almost to the point of disengagement, fetching anxious whimpers from her as she felt herself emptied.

"Once she's got it up her, she don't like losing it, does she?" gravel voice observed.

Vanessa's befuddled brain was beginning to clear but still, Darren was definitely a good shag, he wasn't on a short fuse, that was for sure. She felt herself begin to spiral up towards orgasm and increased her tempo. He grinned down at her and retaliated. Groin to groin they smacked together, grunts filled the sordid yard but Vanessa's whole world had come down to the few inches of her vagina and the several inches that filled it, rather deliciously she thought. She yelled in triumph as her first climax exploded inside her. She hardly felt Darren empty himself into her before he had rolled clear.

Vanessa dragged in a couple of good lungfuls of air and then with no warning, a youth sporting a gelled and spiky haircut was on top of her and the blunt roundness of his helm was already pushing into her sperm-slippery entrance.