Imogen Gets Stuck

This is a fantasy story. I believe it is perfectly OK to have sexual fantasies, even dark ones, so long as you never act on them.

I know that I occasionally refer to the young woman as a 'girl'. However all characters are 18+

Kevin along with the two other members of his little gang; Wayne and Gary, watched as the old man threw the cannabis plants into his barrow and started to wheel it away down the path.

Kevin was furious; The wrinkly old bastard had dug up his 'weed'. He had thought that he had been clever planting it amongst the old man's tomato plants; this allotment plot had been neglected and the plants leaves looked similar.

Annoyingly the old man had returned from a long absence, spotted them, and dug them up.

The cannabis was ready to be harvested. Kevin and his mates had been relying on it to keep them stoned through the long winter months and now it was gone.

Maybe there was still a chance to retrieve his precious plants? Kevin hoped that the old man might dump the cannabis in the communal compost heap.

Kevin and his gang followed at a distance.

They weren't much of a gang, dealing a little weed and shoplifting was the worst they had done up until now. But being in a gang made them feel big and it was something to do between getting stoned and signing onto the 'dole'.

The path twisted and turned as it weaved between the allotments. At one point the old man disappeared from view and then they heard an angry shout of "Got you!"

Intrigued, Kevin and his mates crept forward to get a look at what was happening. When they spotted the old man again they could hardly believe their eyes.

The old man was yelling and shouting at someone who's legs were hanging out of a shed window

Judging by her skirt and shapely legs the old man had caught a young woman.

The old man brought his gloved hard down hard on the woman's pert bottom and they heard a yelp from inside the shed. He then proceeded to lay a flurry of hard spanks, while shouting and yelling about her being a 'thief'.

Watching the old man spank a young woman was seriously 'hot'. Kevin could feel his cock start to harden in his tracksuit bottoms. The little gang crept closer moving from cover to cover trying to get a better look.

The old man finally stopped spanking her and just stood there panting a gazing at the young woman's ass for a few moments. Then without warning he reached out and yanked her white panties down. There was a squeal of outrage from inside the shed.

They could see the girls naked bottom, all pink and flushed from its spanking, and her puffy pussy lips below.

The old man slyly looked around, clearly trying to make sure that no one was watching. Thankfully his cataract dimmed eyes didn't spot the three young men in dark clothing lurking behind some bushes.

Kevin's mouth when dry as he watched the old man open his flies and fish out his big old cock.

"Oh my god! he's going to fuck her!" whispered Gary excitedly

With bated breath the three young men watched as the old man rubbed the tip against the 'girl's' slit and then started to push it inside. The young woman in the shed wriggled desperately and they could hear muffled pleading. The old man ignored her and his cock slowly sank deeper.

Eventually the pensioner had worked his penis was all the way up inside of the young woman, her pussy completely impaled by his shaft.

Then with firm strokes the old man started to fuck her.

They stood watching completely entranced as the dirty old 'dog' hammered his gnarly penis into the helpless young woman.

This far was better than watching porn. Kevin's own cock was hard and, judging by the glazed expressions on the faces of his two friends, they were getting off on watching this as well.

All thoughts of his 'weed' had long since vanished from his mind. Now all Kevin that wanted to do was to get a closer look.

He had an overwhelming compulsion to see who was on the receiving end of that old cock.

Leaving his two friends, he sneaked across the path. Moving nearer to the old man while keeping the shed between them so he could not be seen.

Kevin crept up to the shed and he could hear a young woman gasping and moaning from inside. The whole shed rattled and creaked as the wicked old man shafted her. Kevin couldn't help feeling a little admiration for the pensioner's impressive stamina as he pumped away.

The door was padlocked, but he moved closer and peeked through a gap in the door frame. The light was dim inside the shed, but he recognized the young woman being fucked immediately.

It was Imogen; she had been in his English class. Kevin had dropped out of school three years ago and this was the first time that he had seen her since then, but it was definitely her.

He had really fancied her when they were both fifteen and he had wanked himself off thinking about her loads of times. Now that she was eighteen, she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

She looked so 'hot'. She had the cutest expression of both shock and arousal on her pretty face. Her chest heaved and she gasped in time to old man's thrusts.

Kevin wished that it was his cock making her flush and moan.

Kevin had lusted after Imogen for years but, to be honest, he doubted if she even knew that he existed. Her boyfriend had been the head boy at school, the captain of the football team; clever and good looking.

Kevin wanted her, but he also hated her for being utterly oblivious to his existence and also because he knew he could never get a girl like that.

"Take it!" snarled the old man.

"Don't!" pleaded Imogen, but then she moaned and her eyes went wide.

Kevin knew exactly what was happening; the old man was cumming, spurting his seed deep into Imogen's young pussy.

Then Imogen wailed and her whole body bucked as her own climax swept through her.

Kevin could already feel a wet patch in his underwear where the tip of his straining erection was dribbling pre-cum. Just watching Imogen's expression as she was being defiled almost made him ejaculate into his pants.

The beautiful young woman had to wait quite a long time before the pensioner recovered enough to finally pull his cock out of her. She looked so defeated and abused as she dangled there half through the shed window.

The old man gave her one last spank. Then Kevin heard squeak of a rusty wheel as he picked up his barrow and started to move away.

The pensioner had had his fun and had left Imogen still trapped inside.

Kevin waited as the old man left, rolling his barrow towards the exit. He no longer cared about his precious cannabis plants. He wanted Imogen. He wanted to fuck her.

"Hello?" came Imogen's voice from inside the shed.

She must have heard him moving about outside. He stepped away from the crack in the door trying to decide what to do next.

He looked back to see Wayne and Gary stalking towards the shed. Without a word they pulled their, skull motif, snoods up over their noses so that only their piggy little eyes were visible under their hoodies.

They both had obvious tenting in their tracksuit bottoms and Kevin knew instantly that they had wicked plans for helpless Imogen.

The trouble with being in a gang was that; if one of you did something wrong then you were all implicated. If you were all implicated then you might as well join in. His mind made up, Kevin pulled his own 'skull motif' snood up over his nose to cover his face.

Gary was practically panting with lust as moved to the door and tried to open it. The door rattled but the padlock stopped it opening.

"Who's there?" came Imogen's frightened voice from inside.

Gary always carried a rusty wrench; he claimed that it was for threatening people and breaking into cars. He pulled it out and used it to leaver the padlock.

The padlock was strong, but the wood of the door frame was rotten, and within a moment the padlock lay useless on the floor. Gary wrenched open the door and stepped inside with Kevin just behind.

Kevin's headmaster had once shouted at him that he was an "Obnoxious, feckless, idiot who did whatever he wanted without a thought to the consequences for himself or other people."

Yet again, Kevin was about to prove him right.

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Imogen dangled half inside the shed, still pinned by the window frame. The horrible old man had raped her, but now he had gone. She still could feel his semen dripping out of her poor abused pussy, but at least her ordeal was over

She reckoned that it should not take her too long to wriggle her way out from under the window that was trapping her in place.

Then she froze; she heard movement outside. The footsteps of more than one person and then a rattling of the shed door.

Imogen hoped that they would rescue her. But then the door burst open and two men with terrifying skull faces entered the shed.

With icy dread, Imogen now knew that her ordeal had only just began.

The first of the men was already fishing his cock out of his tracksuit bottoms.

"No! please don't" she wailed and she reached out to try to push him away.

At that moment she felt two strong hands grab her buttocks; now she knew that there was a third man behind her.

The man in front of her held his hard penis in one hand and grabbed her by the hair with the other.

"Suck it" he growled

"Please, don't make me...." wailed Imogen

But she didn't get to finish her sentence; The man outside rammed his fat penis deep into her pussy with one violent thrust. It seemed to drive all the air out of her lungs.

The man in front of her took advantage of Imogen gasping in surprise to stick his cock in her open mouth.

"Suck it!" he snarled.

Imogen whimpered in terror. She was helpless and defencless. The men were so frightening with their skull masks that she felt that she had no choice. She started sucking obediently.

The man behind her pounded away inside of her pussy while the man in front fucked her throat. She could hardly breath, but the men didn't care. Just like the old man before them; they were using her for their own pleasure without a single thought about her. All she could do was hope that this nightmare would soon end.

After a couple of minutes the cock in her mouth violently twitched and her throat was filled with thick jets of semen.

She had only tried fellatio once before. Imogen had sucked on her boyfriends penis as a 'treat' for his eighteenth birthday. On that occasion she had made her boyfriend cum on a tissue.

Now she almost gagged on all the horrible tasting slime that filled her mouth. She had to swallow loads of it just so that she could breath. She thought that she would be sick.

A few seconds later the fat penis that was abusing her vagina throbbed and bucked and, for the second time that evening, hot semen flooded her womb.

The old aged pensioner ejaculating into her had been bad enough, but Imogen knew that the sperm from this younger man was probably far more potent.

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Kevin watched as his friends fucked Imogen from both ends. He was desperate for his 'turn' and waiting for his friends to finish felt like an eternity.

Finally Gary groaned as he pumped his semen down Imogen's throat. The 'girl' made gagging and choking noises and cum dribbled out of the corner of her pretty mouth.

A few seconds later Wayne gasped and his back arched as he ejaculated into the helpless young woman from behind.

"Bring her inside" ordered Kevin. The allotments were usually deserted at this time in the evening, but he wanted to be sure that they would not be disturbed.

They slid open the window and quickly dragged poor Imogen fully inside the shed.

Kevin could see that both Imogen's pussy and her pretty mouth were leaking trails of thick cum as they manhandled her and pushed onto down onto the shed floor.

It was a bit of a squeeze in the little shed, especially when Wayne came around and joined them inside as well.

Wayne and Gary crouched either side of Imogen holding her arms and pinning her on her back.

Kevin knelt down and grabbed her shapely legs. The young woman's panties were just above her knees restricting how far he could spread them. He didn't bother pulling her panties off, he just grabbed her under her knees, pushing them back until they were pressed against her armpits.

Imogen looked so vulnerable looking up at him, and her dripping wet, rose-flushed pussy looked so inviting.

He couldn't wait a second longer; Kevin slotted his rock hard penis into her defenseless little cunt and rammed it deep inside.

He lay impaled inside of her, 'balls deep', relishing the feeling for a few seconds. Her pussy was everything that he had fantasized that it would be; hot, wet and very tight. He wished that he could have been the first man to fuck her tonight, but he was hardly going to complain. He was in heaven.

He started to fuck her with powerful strokes. Looking down he could see his wet shaft pumping in and out of her creamy pussy, each time he slammed home the floorboards creaked and there was an audible squelch.

Kevin looked up again, gazing at Imogen's pretty face. Watching her gasp and moan as he took her.

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Imogen had started to realize that her attackers where not full grown adults, but young men about her age. Also, the terrifying skull faces they had where just cloth coverings pulled up to their noses.

They were now less scary, but she was still helpless and completely at their mercy.

Until tonight she had only had gentle lovemaking on a soft bed. Now she was lying on hard floorboards and a young man was pounding into her like a jackhammer.

With each thrust his pubic bone battered against her clitoris. His hard shaft buried into her as far as it could go and his firm ball sack slapped against her ass. She couldn't help it; she could feel another climax building.

She became very aware of the three sets of wicked eyes that were watching her intently. Leering at her out of the darkness, watching her every move and expression.

She bit her lip and tried to hide the sexual pleasure that she was feeling, but, in spite of herself, her gasps were turning into the unmistakable feminine moans of a woman approaching orgasm.

"Look at her! she loving it!" sneered one of the young men.

Imogen felt mortified but there was nothing she could do.

The young man to her left pulled open her blouse, tearing off half the buttons in the process. Her bra was roughly pulled up revealing her young firm breasts. Then the two men who were holding her down grabbed a tit each, gleefully pinching and twisting her nipples.

"Fuck her good!" said one of them, urging on the man raping her.

"Tell him to fuck you!" ordered the man on her left.

When she didn't respond he twisted her nipple roughly making her cry out. "Tell him to fuck you!" he demanded again.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered. Hating herself for her cowardice in obeying him.

"Tell him to fuck your cunt!" he snarled.

"Fuck my...... little pussy!" wailed Imogen. She had always hated the word 'cunt' and even in her turmoil she found it hard to say.

"Go on breed the bitch" urged the other giggling.

"No!" she wailed helplessly. But it felt as if her body was betraying her; when the man said the word 'breed', her vagina had gripped the young man's penis even tighter as if eager to be filled with semen.

Finally the young man raping her groaned and she felt his cock buck and twitch inside of her. Hot fluid filling her.

"Oh god!" She wailed but then she was cumming herself. Her back arched, her pussy pulsing around the mans squirting penis.

She hated herself for it, but knew that if her hands had been free she would have clung to him like a lover as she came.

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Kevin had felt the telltale tension building behind his cock and in his balls. It built and built until he knew it could not be stopped. This was it; he was going to shoot his 'load' into her!

"Go on breed the bitch!" sniggered Wayne.

Kevin didn't need any encouragement. He thrust as deep as he could, pushing hard up against the entrance to Imogen's womb.

Then his cock was bucking and spurting inside of her.

He heard her cry out and her body bucked and writhed under him. He felt her little pussy pulse around him as if it was greedily drinking in his semen.

He came harder than he had ever done before and the ecstasy and power that Kevin felt, as he emptied his balls into his schoolboy 'crush', was incredible.

All that Kevin could do for a while was to lay there panting. He listened to her gasps and moans and felt the warmth of her soft skin against his.

Eventually, Gary shook him impatiently on his shoulder, spoiling his revelry; Gary wanted to fuck her next.

Kevin reluctantly rolled off of Imogen and Gary quickly took his place.

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They kept Imogen in the shed for hours and it was well after midnight when they finally let her go. She had lost count of how many times she had been raped. They had each emptied their balls into her mouth or pussy at least three or four times.

They had fucked her until they looked exhausted, but that didn't stop them. They made her suck their cum-covered cocks to get them hard enough and then they fucked her some more.

They finally left her laying there in a pool of semen, as if she were nothing but a discarded bag of rubbish.

The three young men swaggered off into the darkness laughing and high-fiving each other as they went, clearly delighted by their evening's work.

She stayed there until she couldn't hear them anymore. Her mouth tasted of horrible slimy semen and she almost retched. Eventually she eased herself upright and dragged herself to her feet.

When Imogen finally managed to pull her panties back on, they were so full of cum that she squelched as she moved.

The journey home that usually took just ten minutes took double that with shaking legs and walking like a duck.

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Imogen was surprised and upset that no one at home was waiting up for her, no police, no search parties being organized. No one was concerned that she was out so late. Her family hadn't missed her and had gone to bed apparently assuming that she had stayed at her boyfriend's house that night.

Not wishing to disturb her family and too tired go through the trauma of recounting her ordeal that night; she crept up to her bedroom.

Imogen fully intended to go to the police the next morning, so she stashed her defiled panties in a freezer bag at the bottom her wardrobe to preserve evidence.

She washed herself in her en-suite shower for ages, trying to get clean off the filthy slime of her attackers.

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The next day she went to a pharmacy on the other side of town where no one knew her, and brought a 'morning after' pill.

The pregnancy risk of unprotected sex had strangely aroused her at the time, but in the cold light of day; she was not ready to be a mother. At least the risk of a pregnancy was reduced by taking the pill.

Imogen still couldn't face going to the police or telling anyone else that day, nor the days or weeks after that.

Imogen didn't know what was wrong with her, but she just felt so horny all the time. She had the most vivid dreams of being fucked and impregnated. Laying there helpless while giant, angry looking cocks shafted her. In her dreams they pumped so much semen into her that her belly swelled looking as if she was about to give birth. She would wake most mornings to find her dainty fingers buried in her pussy and her sheets wet with her juices.

Her relationship with her boyfriend ended soon after her rape. He was going to go to university and long distance relationships rarely last. So they decided to be 'adult' about it and agree to take a break and see other people for the next few years. That was what they told their friends and each other anyway.