The stories are too long to post here, but I'll give you a short excerpt. This is from the first story, "The Gang." In the story, a group of men have kidnapped a woman and brought her to the woods where they pursue her, strip her naked, and begin to violate her sexually, taking advantage of her female body. Then this happens:
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Dead silence hung in the clearing. Then I saw that there were more people standing around me than before. Close to me were the eight naked men I had been hunting with, but beyond that circle was another circle. They had flashlights too and for a while I could not see. Finally they pointed their flashlights to the ground and gave our eyes a chance to adjust.
They were women. I could not see all of them and I could not count them, but one glance was enough to tell me that there were more of them than there were of us. I craned my head around, still holding onto the girl, and saw that they were behind me as well. Suddenly my hand felt awkwardly sticky between my captive's legs, and I was no longer sure what to do with the soft vulnerable breast in my left hand. The other two who were holding her must have felt the same way because one of them leaned forward to me and, twisting her hand around behind her back, gave it to me to keep. The other quickly did the same and I was left alone in control of our victim, my left hand tightly gripping her crossed wrists behind her and my right still awkwardly pressed against her pussy. Now I certainly could not let her go safely, so I held on, not knowing what to do.
The woman who surrounded us were naked from the waist up and wore only shorts or bikini-type thongs. They stood proudly looking at us, less angry than amused. Even at this terrible moment, I could not help but stare at their chests and almost-naked bodies. So many different kinds of breasts. Some were large, some small. Like an animal my eyes darted from woman to woman, taking in their sexy bodies, at once imagining the pleasure of fucking them and knowing that, if anybody was fucked in this situation, it was us. But I saw also that the other men were doing the same. Many of them had lost their erections but not all. One even dared to take hold of his penis, perhaps unconsciously, and begin to stroke it as he stared at the crotch of one of the surrounding women. She looked back at him with contempt, but he did not seem to notice.
We were silent, noting that they had the numbers, wondering what their game was and if we could escape or defeat them. Suddenly I felt awkward being part of this gang of men. Suddenly it felt strange to have a penis and to be included in this group of penises. My own dick shrank to a small size and hid between my body and the body of the woman I had been raping. I looked around like a scared animal. Some of the men had braver faces on. Some even looked as if they were up for the challenge, as if they really thought they could force-fuck every last one of these girls. Some were just gazing at the breasts in front of them. Finally one of the women spoke.
"I see that you are animals. You are still looking at our bodies even as we are about to make things very unpleasant for you. You imagine taking us and fucking us all. Wouldn't that be nice for you. Luckily for us, penises no longer reign here. As you can see, we have our own gang. Now, who would like to be first?"
Then from behind her back she took a strange instrument which I had never seen before. The handle was about three feet long and made of thin metal, stiff but lighter than a cane. Out of that sprang a loop of thin white rope, about the length of a shoelace. Was it some kind of whip?
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The rest is in the book…
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The rest is in the book…