To the victors goes the spoils

As I woke up I could hear something quite different. A mix of gurgling noises, male grunts and muted girlish moans. My head was foggy, with periodic stabs of pain. Assessing my surroundings I found that I was sitting, arms tied behind me back, leaning against a wall. As I tried to tentatively open my eyes, a lewd sight greeted me. My girlfriend was lying on her back on a dirty crate, her legs hooked over the shoulders of the thug who was fucking her vigorously. Her moans were muffled due to the cock that was lodged deep in her throat. Her head was bent at an painful looking angle over the side of the crate, as another thug was facefucking her upside down while simultaneously mauling her breasts. The third man was leaning against the wall opposite of me, clearly resting his dick while waiting for his turn.

The gurgling noises coming from her throat mingled with the moans that were **** from her with each thrust from the man pounding her pussy. Completing her defeated and humiliated look, her face was covered with a mix of tears, saliva, running make up and semen that had evidently been deposited there earlier the same night. I could remember how carefully she had applied that make up earlier today. It had been a statement of how beautiful she had wanted to look for me, now it was marking just how big of a failure she she had become as a heroine.

Being securely bound up, I could only endure the sight of my superhero girlfriend being gangbanged by three common street thugs. Taking turns they filled all her holes with their cum multiple times, and even worse seemed to give her multiple orgasms in the process. Being the whore of the supervillain community had evidently trained her body to feel pleasure against her will. She was certainly too exhausted to fight it now. Laughing and joking with each other, they continued using her until sunrise when they finally had had their fill. Taking our wallets, phones and other valuables they left us alone in the dirty alley.

She was just lying there passed out, so I guess it was up to me to get us out of here. Getting to my feet, I searched around till I found a piece of glass that I used to cut the ropes binding me. Finally free, I managed to wake my girl just enough that she could get on her feet. Supporting each other we managed to find our way home and collapsed together in bed.