**Title: Taken in the Park**

It was supposed to be a shortcut home. Just a quick cut through the empty park, past the rusted swings and the cracked concrete paths. But the second I saw the shadows move, I knew I’d fucked up. Five of them—big, looming shapes under the dim orange streetlights—stepped out from behind the trees. Blocking my way. My stomach dropped.

“Hey, little girl,” one of them rumbled, voice thick with something dark and hungry.

I took a step back, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. They were huge, all thick muscle and broad shoulders, dressed in hoodies and jeans that did nothing to hide how… massive they were. I tried to turn, to run, but one of them grabbed my wrist, yanking me back so hard my shoulder burned.

“Where you goin’?” another one laughed, fingers tightening around my arm. “We just wanna talk.”

I whimpered, my legs shaking. I could feel the sweat slicking my skin, the way my tiny body trembled in their grip. They crowded around me, so close I could smell the heat of them—sweat, cologne, something thick and musky underneath. My chest tightened.

“Please,” I whispered, voice barely there.

One of them—the biggest, with hands like fucking bricks—grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. His thumb pressed against my bottom lip, smearing it. “Say that again,” he growled. “Begging sounds real pretty on you.”

I couldn’t even get the word out before another one shoved me to my knees. The pavement scraped my skin, the cold biting through my thin leggings. Hands were everywhere—pulling my hair, gripping my shoulders, sliding down my sides. Rough fingers hooked into the neckline of my shirt, yanking hard. The fabric tore, my tits spilling out, nipples already stiff from fear or the freezing air, I didn’t know.

“Fuck, look at her,” someone groaned.

A thick hand palmed one of my tits, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. Another one tugged at my leggings, dragging them down my hips. The night air hit my bare pussy, and I shuddered, squeezing my thighs together. Didn’t matter. A fist twisted in my hair, yanking my head back.

“Open up,” the one in front of me ordered, already undoing his jeans.

I sobbed as his cock sprang free—huge, thick, darker than the rest of him, veins standing out along the shaft. The head glistened, wet with pre-cum, and my stomach twisted. But when I hesitated, a slap cracked across my cheek, sharp enough to make my vision blur.

“Didn’t ask you to think,” the guy behind me snarled, shoving my face forward. “Suck it.”

I gagged the second the tip hit my tongue. He was too big, stretching my mouth wide, the salty-bitter taste of him thick on my tongue. He didn’t give me time to adjust—just grabbed the back of my head and shoved in deeper, fucking my throat in short, brutal strokes. Tears spilled down my cheeks, my nose pressed against his pubes, the smell of him overwhelming.

The others didn’t wait. Hands groped my tits, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me whimper around the cock in my mouth. Someone’s fingers slid between my legs, rubbing roughly at my clit. I flinched, but they didn’t stop—just pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me with no care for how tight I was.

“Fuck, she’s clenching,” one of them chuckled, twisting his fingers. “Bet she’s never even had a real dick before.”

The one in my mouth pulled out just long enough to let me gasp for air before slamming back in. I choked, spit dripping down my chin, my throat burning. He grunted, hips jerking, and then hot cum flooded my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he held me there, making me swallow every drop.

The second his cock slipped free, another one took his place. I barely had time to breathe before the next thick shaft pressed against my lips. Behind me, fingers withdrew from my pussy, replaced by something bigger—the blunt head of a cock, pushing against my entrance.

“Wait—” I gasped, but the man at my back didn’t.

He shoved in with one brutal thrust, tearing through my tightness. I screamed, the pain sharp and white-hot, my nails scraping the pavement. He didn’t stop. Just buried himself to the hilt, groaning like he’d been waiting for this.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted, pulling back before slamming in again.

The one in my mouth started fucking my face in time with the thrusts behind me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—just took it, tears and spit and cum smeared across my face. Hands groped me, squeezed me, slapped my ass hard enough to leave marks.

The one fucking my pussy gripped my hips, slamming into me faster, harder. I could feel him stretching me, splitting me open, my body shaking with every brutal stroke.

“Gonna fill this little cunt up,” he growled, nails digging into my skin.

Then he came, hot and deep, pulsing inside me. The second he pulled out, another cock replaced him, shoving in without pause. I sobbed, my pussy oversensitive and sore, but they didn’t care.

One after another, they used me—my mouth, my pussy, my ass when one of them flipped me over and spit on my hole before forcing his way in. I lost count of how many times I came, my body betraying me, clenching around them even as I cried.

By the time they were done, I was a mess—covered in sweat and cum, my thighs sticky, my pussy throbbing. They left me there, crumpled on the cold pavement, my clothes torn, my skin marked up.

And as their laughter faded into the night, I could still feel the ache of them inside me—the way they’d ruined me, owned me.

And worst of all?

My body still fucking trembled for more.