They are getting closer and closer.

Two pairs of black hands, grabbed her under the arms, pecking at the pain with tenacious fingers into the body. They pulled up sharply, roughly. Other hands clung to the ankles and calves, and again pulled up and to the side.

New hands, colorful, greedy, do not know pity, dig into the hips, back, buttocks, shoulders. Someone strongly pulls the hair.

Her naked body, crucified with these hands, is lifted upwards, above the crowd.

Before my eyes, only a bottomless, piercingly blue, tropical sky with sparse clouds and a lone seagull flying away into the distance. It is a pity that she, Svetlana, does not have wings.

She is carried somewhere, her hands are already rummaging everywhere.

Sharply lowered down, hard deck boards painfully beat on the buttocks and back, cheerful laughter, the back of the head crashes into the planed wood, and in the eyes for a second it becomes cloudy.

Alas, but only for a second.

The hair was released, but her hands, someone else firmly holds, and presses to the deck. And the legs, widely spread to the side, pressed down to the boards so that it is impossible to move. She is now completely helpless, the bastards feel many years of experience of violence.

She slightly raises her head, two, both negros, squatting, holding her legs apart. Two more, the mulatto, and the second, a half-breed of something, slightly slanting eyes and a tawny bronze skin tone, speaks of an obvious admixture of Indian blood, clutching their hands and pressing them to the deck boards. Morons, well, where it goes, then she has no wings. She is not a seagull.

And between her legs wide open, there is a Spaniard.

Naked to the waist, he slowly unties the straps of his pants, and with a mocking, curved grin on his thin lips, looks at her.

Wide pants fall on the deck, and the naked Hispanic takes a step towards her.

Lean, but wiry, arm roped over by arm muscles. Scars, a lot of scars, skinned dark skin. Thick thickets on the chest descend a narrowing path down the hollow abdomen, to the hard pubic shrub, and under it ... The member was not struck by the size, but with such a shape, Sveta had not yet met. Medium in size and thickness, it bent sharply at the end to the right and slightly upwards. And the head, red and large.

The Spaniard bent over her and hissed in the face

“Well, you finally waited, bitch. This is ours with you, the first time. But not the last, right? If you survive. And you will survive. Persistent, I like these. It is interesting to break you. You are a whore, I will lick my boots every day. Creature."

He grabbed five Sveta by the chin and lower jaw. Strong, painfully squeezing his cheeks and lips formed tube.

And spat in her face. Releasing the jaw, the same furious five smeared his spittle all over his face. Then he pulled away, and put his hand down, put, standing like a stake, a member, in the vagina, smeared with the captain's sperm.

Sveta involuntarily moaned, the first impulse was incredibly strong and sensitive. Member of the first time reached the uterus.

The Spaniard fucked her with rage, a member almost went outside to stop at the last moment, and again fall into her. Jorge changed the rhythm and direction of the beats.

The most disgusting was that the body, besides the will of the hostess, responded to what was happening. As Light did not resist, the wave of the approaching orgasm, inexorably approaching. She was disgusted with herself, but her body, her body betrayed her.

A moan who had passed into a drawn-out sob, she was no longer able to hold back. A series of convulsions of her vagina and contented laughter, her face reddened. A jet of sperm in the womb and a new spit in the face. And laughter. She has not yet experienced such humiliation. Never.

The Spaniard straightened and stepped back and kicked her with his bare foot into the crotch.

A sharp pain pierced the hips and lower abdomen. Mommies ... Why is this happening to HER ... WHY? ... FOR WHAT? ...

The Spaniard put his pants on and stepped aside, he sat down on the bay of the cable, slightly to one side, and took the phone lit.

His place, between her legs, was taken by a fat man, in a dirty white shirt and yellow-brown pants, with a red headband. This one did not even bother to remove the trousers, so he lowered slightly and leaned all over the World on the Light.

She was flattened like an asphalt rink to the deck, the sweaty hog started to dig down, inserting her filthy process into her girl, although what she was talking about ... Another five to ten ... twenty bastards and her girl would turn into a razobannuyu like a bucket of pussy, with sagish beetroot red sexual lips ... TVARIiiii ...

Fat puffed, rolling her body, on hard boards like a pancake, with his fat belly. She did not see his penis, but he was obviously not impressed by the size, something was crawling inside, but there was no pain, but the belly ... Mammon was eating, fattrest ... And from the mouth it carries like from a cesspool. From the half-open fat lips her saliva drips on her face ... If only, she didn’t vomit. And there is nothing to breathe, the fat man forced out all the air from the lungs

Fatty did not have enough for a long time, having flattened her several times with his belly, he lowered into her as much as he could, and with a pant and a satisfied mug stood up.

Sveta was relieved to breathe. Using every second breather, breathed. After this pressure, the chest and abdomen ached with each breath, but she was breathing. What is this happiness, just breathe.

Thin and long mulatto went to her.

“Wait, Pedrito. “The Spaniard rose from the bay of the cable and approached the spreading Svetlana on the deck. He bent down and grabbed her hair, pulled up.

He waved his hand and the grip of her arms and legs clenched. In obedience, drawing her up, the hand of Light rose.

Sperm flowed down my legs, my knees were bending. The Spaniard ran his hand over her back and ass.

"Will not work. Yes, in the morning she has all the back and ass until the meat is erased. And then, Don Esteban will skin us. Spread something. ”

When they dragged a healthy piece of canvas and folded it several times laid on the deck, the Spaniard nodded and called for helpers to hold her arms and legs. He nodded to them at the bay cable. Metis nodded, and together with one of the blacks, they cut off a few pieces of rope, deftly stretched Svetlana on a canvas.

She lay on a rough cloth, crucified in the pose of a star and looked into the sky beginning to darken. Until dawn yet, so far.

The sky was covered with a vile mulatto face. The fourth member entered her girl. And how much remains to be ...

Sveta turned her face away. Forces it is not, look into these vile Hari, inhale their stench.

Her gaze fell on the Spaniard. The creature ... this is the worst of all, the rest. raping the body, and this mrazyuk, raped the soul.

Mulat puffed for a long time, still could not finish, the others had already begun to rush him, he in exchange quarreled with them. And all this, without stopping to fuck her, Sveta. There were no special sensations, inside it was already customary that something was crawling like a worm, a fat, slimy worm, a vile creature that had gotten inside its essence. She felt nothing but disgust. Nits, what are they nits. Well, what did she do to them bad? For what, they are with her, so. She did not even resist, that it was impossible to make everything softer? WHAT FOR?

Mulatto, finally shot out. His place was taken by the Negro.

And the pain pierced the crotch. A hefty black club, with a smacking sound, burst in, filling it without a trace. Light howled in pain. Forces to hold back the cry, was no longer there. Light howled in pain. Forces to hold back the cry was gone. The Negro laughed pretty. And leaning straight to his face, he croaked.

"And how will you scream when my" amigo "tears your sweet, white, English ass?" No ... But not this ...

Each push responded with pain, Sveta was no longer restrained, moans broke from the bitten lips, tears rolled from her closed eyes. A nasty tingle appeared in my ears.

The ankles from each sense strongly jerked, the feet were numb, the hips were dull with dull pain.

Consciousness gradually began to abstract from what was happening. It seemed to be disconnected from him. At times, it seemed to Sveta that all this was not happening to her, it was all just a bad dream.She slowly began to swim. Consciousness itself ...