Surprising Susan (part 6)
Many CDs turn into sluts, just used by horny men, but Susan meets a man with something else in mind. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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On Friday night I arrived at Susan's to take her to the club. I was prepared to confront Ben and tell him things were over with Susan. I didn't know how messy things might get, but I would do what I had to for Susan. Ben had been abusing Susan for so long that it felt normal to her, but I wanted to give her a "new normal".
We arrived at the club and went in. Because I came in with Susan they didn't hit me with a cover charge – it was just for unattached men. We found a table and ordered some drinks. We danced once the music began.
Susan seemed distracted, watching for Ben most of the time. I wished he would show up and we could just get this all over. Finally he arrived and came to our table. I introduced myself and said I was Susan's new boyfriend.
"Sissy faggots like Susan don't have boyfreinds," Ben began, "they just have regulars, and she's been my Friday night fuck for over a year now. What makes you think you can come in and just take over?"
"It's Susan's choice," I replied, "and if you want trouble I'm ready to give it to you!"
"Is that the way it is, bitch?" Ben demanded of Susan, glaring at her harshly."
"I want to be with Bill from now on," was Susan's reply, as she moved closer to me.
"Just where the hell does that leave me?" Ben shot back.
"Ok, but tonight will be the last time," returned Susan.
I turned to Susan but before I could speak she said, "Please Bill, I have to do this."
Ben had a nasty smile and said, "I'll be back at ten – be sure you're at the dumpster and ready." He walked off and Susan squeezed my hand.
"I don't like this," I said.
"I don't either," said Susan, "but it may finally settle things with Ben."
"He's an ass hole and we should just leave," I urged her.
"No, I'm going through with this," she insisted.
We had a few more drinks and danced more until nearly ten. Susan said she needed to go out to the dumpster and wait for Ben, and I was not to interfere. I told her I would be waiting near the club door and if she needed help to just call out to me. Susan told me not to worry, but she appreciated my caring for her.
We went outside and I waited by the door while she walked to the dumpster. I saw her slip off her panties, as she had done for me, and go behind the dumpster. I watched for Ben, but didn't see him. Perhaps he was already waiting at the dumpster.
As Susan reached the back of the dumpster she was surprised to see not only Ben but two guys she had never seen before. She hesitated and said, "This isn't part of the deal."
"Shut up bitch, it is tonight," said Ben, taking the panties from her hand. The other two guys grabbed her arms and held her secure. Ben pulled her mouth open and shoved the panties in.
"This faggot's awfully cute," said one of the guys, as Susan struggled to get free.
"We're gonna give you a night to remember, you filthy whore," said Ben.
The two guys turned Susan to face the dumpster and put her hands on the edge, getting ready to receive their needy cocks.
Meanwhile, I could see nothing from my place at the door. I was concerned that Susan had been gone long, but she warned me not to interfere, so I just remained by the door and worried about her.
Ben was in a really mean mood and ripped Susan's dress, tearing it to the waist and exposing her bare ass. He brutally pushed her legs apart and placed his cock in her crack. Normally he would go slow and use plenty of lube, but tonight he just put a little lube on his cock head and quickly pushed into Susan. She would have screamed but her panty-filled mouth wouldn't allow that. He pushed especially deep into her, as if trying to hurt her more. Finally he finished and pulled out. "You won't need any lube for this bitch," Ben told the others.
The next guy pushed his unlubricated cock into her. It hurt going in, but Susan thought it would have been worse. It turned out that her own blood and some of Ben's cum provided some lube. He didn't take long to cum, but managed to say just about everything nasty a guy could say along the way.
He pulled out and the third guy took his turn, which only lasted for a few minutes.
"Now here's something to remember me by, you worthless faggot!" said Ben.
Susan felt a blinding pain as her ass was violated a final time. The guys let go of her and she fell to the ground, sobbing in silence.
"Shit, let's get the hell out of here!" one of the guys said, and they ran to their cars.
The first indication I had of any trouble was seeing the three guys running from the dumpster. They got in a car and drove off.
I ran to the dumpster, my heart pounding. I saw Susan laying there and lifted her head. She was crying – at least she was still alive.
I removed the panties from her mouth, helped her to her feet and said, "I'll get you to a hospital."
"No, not that!" cried Susan, "just take me home."
I helped her to my car and got her seated. I decided I could check her out at her place, and still take her to the hospital if needed.
I was in panic as I drove her home.
"I should have listened to you, Bill," she kept saying, "I'm so stupid."
"You aren't stupid!" I insisted, "But you made a really bad choice. Let's get you taken care of and then we'll talk."
I took Susan inside and into the bedroom. I had her lay face down on the bed while I went into the bathroom and prepared some soapy warm washcloths.
I sat next to her on the bed and spread her legs and her cheeks. It wasn't a pretty sight. She was dirty with a combination of shit, cum and blood, but she clearly needed my help. I cleaned her up and took the washcloths to the bathroom to rinse them out and soap them up again. After she was clean I noticed that her hole was open nearly an inch. I took a closer look and saw that something was in her and asked. "What did they put in you?"
"I don't know, but it hurt so bad and feels terrible right now," she replied.
I asked if she could push it out and she tried. With a bit of effort it was emerging and I was able to take hold of it and pull it the rest of the way out. It was a full sized cucumber! No wonder it hurt – that Ben was a real bastard!
I took the cucumber into the bathroom and put it in the sink while I rinsed and soaped the washcloths again. After expelling the cucumber, Susan needed a little more cleanup, so I attended her, and then put a dry towel on the bed and rolled her onto her back, with the towel under her.
"Is my dress alright?" Susan asked.
"Your dress is ruined," I said, but that's not important right now – you are."
I just want to take a shower and wash those guys off of me," she said.
"I'll run you a nice bath and you can relax," I said. Susan smiled and thanked me.
I ran a warm bath for Susan. I saw that there was a bottle of bubble bath, so I squeezed some of it into the water. Bubble baths seemed really stupid to me, but I knew that girls liked them, and this was the time to pamper Susan.
When the bath was ready, I led Susan into the bathroom and helped her undress. Once she was settled into the bath I excused myself and said I would be back soon.
I went into the kitchen looking for something to mix some drinks from. I found a bottle of dark rum and a cold bottle of Coke, so I mixed a couple of rum and Cokes. I brought the drinks into the bathroom and gave one to Susan. She agreed that she really needed it and gratefully sipped it.
I asked if she wanted me to stay with her there or leave her alone. She asked me to stay and I put down the toilet lid and sat next to the tub. We talked for quite a while and Susan said she was getting all wrinkled from the bath and asked for a towel.
As she stood up I took a towel and dried her off, kissing her gently on the neck and cheek.
When Susan saw the cucumber in the sink she cried out in horror, "No wonder it felt so bad!"
She said that before he shoved it into her that he would ruin her for her new faggot boyfriend, and began to cry all over again. I took her in my arms and assured her that she was not ruined, but only hurt. I would nurse her back to health and then her life would be better than with guys like Ben. I led Susan to the bed and lay her on her side. I went through Susan's collection of hand lotions and found a mild one with aloe in it. I put some on my fingers and applied it gently to her crack and hole, slipping inside only slightly.
"This may hurt a bit," I said, "but should help ease the pain and heal you."
With my finger inside her I examined her sphincter and found that there were no tears – just a little too much stretch. There didn't seem to be any need to take Susan to the hospital.
"You need to rest," I said.
"Please stay with me," said Susan. I undressed and climbed into bed. We lay together, spooning, and drifted off to sleep.
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