The trap is sprung!

You see a scary looking skinhead coming out of the darkness, covered in tattoos, tall and built like a man used to hurting hard men. He is quickly joined by three others, equally ugly and hateful looking. "So, you brought us the new punk. I guess we'll only fuck you half as hard today."

You turn to see Erin's pretty face marred with a scornful scowl. She must have hoped by offering you up she could save her ass, but it looks like her plan was half-assed. She pulls out of you and you feel a little betrayed, but not very surprised. You can't even honestly say you blame her. Not that it would matter much anyway as you are soon surrounded by neolithic neo nazis. Your pants are already at your ankles, leaving running an impossibility, and soon your shirt follows. You hear lusty grunts and cruel chuckles as they see how achingly erect your puffy nipples are.

Erin is soon stripped as well, and even after her treachery and your impending plight, you can't help but long to wrap your soft body around hers and play connect the dots with her fetching freckles using your lips and tongue. Your lips and tongue have a prior engagement however as they are passed from one hateful, hungry mouth to the next.

You squirm at their touch and their insistent tongues. You despise these men and everything they stand for, but a sick, submissive part of you is getting off on being used by Third Reich rejects. The way they painfully pinch your sensitive, supple flesh, tantalizingly twist your throbbing nipples, and suck and bite your plump lips makes you go gooey and giddy all over. Your hands hone in on their hard shafts, stroking them and feeling them pulse in your hands. But touching them isn't enough. You see Erin already on her knees sucking two nazi cocks, and you need your fix too...

"Oh God...please KISS let me SMOOCH suck your SHHLP racist rods!" They break the kiss, laughing at how willing you are to be **** and defiled, but you could care less as long as they are feeding your their fascist fucksticks. You slobber over them shamelessly, dying inside, but also delirious and high on your own humiliation. You bob from prick to prick, managing to slide, sucking all the way to the base and back up again in slippery seconds. The bleachers echo your needful moans and the squelching glugs as you lose yourself in mindless obedience.

"Hurm...enough foreplay. I came to fuck subhuman!" The bigger of the two uberbrutes walks around and lifts your ass up while you continue bobbing on his Fuher loving friend's cock. You see Erin bouncing on a skinhead's shaft while slurping on the other. You suppose these big dick bigots figure it's okay to fuck the Irish as long as they can't get pregnant. Still, Erin seems to be trying her hardest, womb or no. You stop wondering about the complexities of interracial rutting as a thick turgid truncheon slits your cunt wide open and sends your degenerate seed spilling on the sand below.

You feel your body betray you and buck back against the storm trooper's shaft, trying to chase the brainless bliss as you are buffeted between the pounding pricks. Loud, loutish laughter fills the air, echoing along with grunts and moans and squishy slaps of flesh on flesh...it sounds like the most brutally beautiful music you've ever heard. You let the symphony suck you into the sticky sweet swirl of the sissy spiral and you feel sissygasms rip any remaining regrets or reservations to shreds. You see a blank, beatific look in Erin's emerald eyes and you know she is a fellow traveler in the deep, dark dive of decadent degradation.

"Fuck, this fail faggot is going to suck the cum right out of my balls! UNNGH!" Thing no. 2 fills your throat, then mouth, and finally face with copious gouts of his supposedly superior seed. You've tasted better, but it doesn't stop you from lapping up what you can, even as the other Nazi nuts inside you. You give in to the giddy, gluttonous glee and shake and spasm on the sand. Eventually, Erin crawls over and joins you in a shared spunky kiss as you clean each other's every sticky spot and befouled hole. The goon's laugh and sneer and spit on you both, but as they leave you clean that off as well and your tongues twirl in shared, sensual shame.

You are left naked, filthy with torn and tattered clothes alone with the treacherous trap that helped bring you low. You look in her guilty, gleaming eyes and wonder where you go from here...