“Eight ball, front pocket.”  Monica spread her toned thighs, leaning across the table, giving the guys a nice view down her tank top at her ample bosom as she cleared the last shot.  She curved the cue ball around the four ball and sunk the eight ball into the front corner pocket, just as she said she would.  “And that’s game,” Monica said, blowing on her pool stick.

Audrey sighed.  Monica’s hustle got less and less subtle every time.  It had started as a good way to pay for a night on the town, Monica’s insane skills on the pool table couple with Audrey’s acting talent, it was easy enough to pay for their bar tabs every weekend and then some.  Monica’s showboating was getting dangerously close to ruining the gig.

“I guess I’m just a natural,” Monica said.

Audrey was prepared for damage control.  This was the part where the accusations started to fly, and Audrey tried to get everyone to take their money back and walk away, and keep Monica from antagonizing the big rednecks with bruised egos.

“I guess you are,” the smaller one, Bryce, said.  Smaller was a relative term.  He was a head taller than the 5’ 7’’ Audrey, and probably had close to eighty pounds on her.  

The redhead waited for him to get upset, but he remained relatively calm.  She looked at the bigger one, Dirk, a giant who towered over everything and almost assuredly had a confederate flag flying on his pickup truck.  

“You girls certainly earned it,” he said, pulling out his wallet.

Audrey allowed herself to calm down, breathing a sigh of relief as the big man pulled out a wad of bills, counting out their winnings.  Thank god these guys were dumb.

He crumpled the bills in his hand.  A confused look crossed Audrey’s face before his giant fist smashed into her eye.

“Audrey!” Monica screamed as Audrey crumpled to the floor, too stunned to do anything as Bryce grabbed her from behind.  “Hey, what are you- Helph!!-“

He cries were cut off as he pulled up the pool stick she was holding and rammed it between her teeth.  She bit into the polished wood, drool foaming and dribbling from her mouth as she fought to pull the stick from her mouth, but Bryce’s grip was strong, and he held her tightly against his body while she squirmed and wiggled uselessly.

A couple of the men at the bar turned to the commotion coming from the pool table.

“Relax boys,” Bryce said, still holding the struggling blonde to his chest with the pool stick.  “These fillies tried to pull a hustle over on us.  You know what that means.”

Monica watched as everyone in the bar turned, their undivided attention on what was going on.  But even as she struggled and fought to call for help around the thick wooden rod held between her teeth, not a one made any move to help.  They watched in rapt fascination as the bartender pulled out two rolls of duct tape form under the counter and tossed them across the bar to Dirk, who deftly caught them both.  

“You city girls get your jollies coming here and taking money from us stupid rednecks,” Bryce whispered in Monica’s ear.  “That’s all well and good, but just know we like taking something from you naive city girls just as much.”

Monica screamed, leaving deep teeth marks in the pool cue as she bit down, kicking wildly at the bigger man’s legs, but if he felt her heels raining down on his shins, he made no move and his iron grip didn’t loosen.  She could only watch, moaning and gurgling helplessly as she tried to push the pool cue away as her dazed friend was pulled up off the dirty floor by her hair.

Audrey screamed in pain as it felt like her hair was going to be ripped out by the root, struggling to get her feet under her as Dirk continued to lift her.  She was thrown across the pool table, too stunned to put up any resistance as the behemoth of a man pulled her arms behind her back, using the tape to quickly and efficiently bind them.

“Please,” she started to say, tears dripping down her swollen cheek, “You can have your money back.”

“You earned that money,” Dirk said, wrapping more tape up her arms, pinning her elbows together.

“You can have all of our money, our phones, our jewelry,” she pleaded.

“We wouldn’t rob you girls.  We’re just looking to have a little fun,” he said.

“No, please.”  That was as far as she got, one of his massive hands grabbing the thirteen ball and cramming it into her pleading mouth.  The heavy ball popped behind her teeth, filling her mouth and straining her jaw, and before she could even think about trying to eject it, he was wrapping more sticky tape over it, around her head, trapping her red locks and keeping the ball firmly in her mouth, cutting off her pleas.

Monica managed to throw her body forward and her leg back, coming up between Bryce’s legs, her heel smashing into his crotch.  He let go of the pool stick, and Monica fell forward onto her hands and knees while he doubled over clutching his jewels.  Even if she hadn’t stopped to look back to her best friend being bound and gagged with tape on the pool table, there’s no way she would have made it through the crowd of patrons getting off their bar stools to the door and freedom.  As it was, she only made it a few feet when she finally decided there was nothing she could do for Audrey and tried to make a break for it.  Six guys grabbed her in seconds, holding her flailing arms in legs, jamming a dirty bar rag in her mouth as she started to scream.  They tore at her clothes; her tank top winding up bunched up above her breasts, her lack of bra a minor convenience to the lustful men.  Her jean skirt was pulled up to her stomach, offering her no protection as her thong was yanked down to her knees, and she was bent over a barstool.  The second roll of tape was tossed back to the patrons, who wasted no time in crudely but efficiently seeing to it that she stayed put on the barstool, her arms and legs taped tightly to the legs of the stool, more wrapped between her teeth to keep the filthy rag in place and keep her frantic screaming muffled.

“You’re going to regret that,” Bryce said, running his hands over her bare ass, bringing his fingers up between her legs to her unprotected sex.  His balls were still throbbing, but that didn’t stop him from ripping open his belt and drops his jeans around his knees, freeing his raging hard on.  If anything, the pain fueled him as he grabbed the helpless girl’s hips and forced himself between her legs, her pained squeals only driving him to thrust harder and harder as he raped her.

Audrey wasn’t faring much better.  Dirk had flipped her onto her back, taping her legs to opposite ends of the table after ripping her jeans and panties off, forcing her into an excruciating split.  He’d torn her blouse open, mauling her breasts with his enormous hands while he plowed into her helpless pussy.

She screamed into the pool ball taped in her mouth, wishing for it to be over as her rapist slammed his monstrous cock into her over and over.

The giant finally came, but her relief as he pulled out after filling her with his seed was short lived as she saw one of the bar patrons unbuckling his belt.  She looked across the room, only to see Monica being savagely raped by another of the patrons.

She screamed as she was raped again, more guys gathering around the table and groping her breasts as they shook with each savage thrust of her current rapist.

The tape holding the dirty rag in Monica’s mouth was yanked out and down around her neck, the sodden rag pulled free.  “Don’t you even think about biting,” was the only warning she got as another cock was jammed into her mouth.  The man sunk his fingers into her hair, controlling her head while he ravished her mouth while another man took her from behind.

She continued to scream out, too terrified to try biting down on the offending member slamming into the back of her throat with each thrust.  She choked and gagged as he spurted in the back of her throat, and she retched his cum onto the dirty floor below her.

“Aw, hustler’s too good to swallow.”  She received a harsh slap across her face, her cheek stinging as another penis was forced into her mouth.  By the fourth one, she actually managed to swallow most of his hot spunk.  By the eighth, she puked it all back up, the lingering burn of stomach acid in her throat as the dirty rag was crammed back into her mouth and more tape wrapped around her mouth to seal it in.

Cum leaked from Audrey’s holes down the front of the table onto a growing puddle on the floor.  She’d lost count of how many times she’d been raped.  She recognized the towering figure of Dirk standing over her again.  

“Eight ball, front pocket,” he said.

Her eyes widened as she saw the black ball in his hand, looking down between her heaving breasts over her taught stomach, following the balls’ trajectory between her spread legs.  She screamed.