text: Rosamund had enjoyed the dance. At last she tired and walked off in search of a drink. Rough hands seized her arms, and a palm went over her mouth.
  
  "I said she was a woman, didn't I?" a voice declared triumphantly. "She was bulging too much in front." Several pairs of hands explored her full breasts.
  
  She fought them half-heartedly. She was tired and wanted a drink. In the dark of a small shed she was roughly stripped. Eager hands explored her body amidst cries of surprise and delight at the wonders beneath her robe.
  
  "She's wonderful!... Feel those tits!... What an ass!... Me first... Give her some sake... Me first... Feel that nipple!..."
  
  For some perverse reason she struggled in earnest. A bottle of sake was thrust at her lips, and she took some grateful swallows before driving her nails into an available face that was licking her thigh. The man cursed and slapped her. Rosamund kicked out viciously and encountered someone's soft spot. He responded with a muttered "She's fighting!" and a blow on the nearest available part of her anatomy. Hands tried to spread her legs while someone's fingers wonderingly squeezed the engorged clitoris that stuck out from her soft golden bush like a claw. A mouth fastened on her nipple and she bucked it off. It returned, this time biting into the sensitive flesh and raising the pleasurable pain that she enjoyed. She gave a convulsive heave and managed to slip out of their grasp. Leaping to her feet she made for the door. A mass of musky male bodies, most in varying stages of undress, bore her to the floor.
  
  This time they were not gentle. Her knees were wrenched apart and a thick male member probed mercilessly between her nether lips. The moisture of her channel was greeted with delight, and the organ's owner sank down upon her forcefully. Her head was seized and a blunt, fleshy truncheon smelling wonderfully of male sperm was thrust at her lips. Her jaws were held apart painfully at the hinges, and the cock made its way into her mouth. She hollowed her lips softly, to accept the proffered morsel. More bodies piled onto her. A blunt cockhead forced itself onto one generous breast and the owner started a quick jerking motion against the soft, yielding flesh. His fingers squeezed her erect nipples.
  
  Someone growled, "Move over!" and her lips were twisted to one side. The man riding her fell to one side. A cock probed her ass and after a moment found the entrance to her anus. She clenched the ring muscles. The man slapped her ass in frustration, and she refused to yield. His slaps became rhythmic, his breathing heavy, as she gradually yielded to the delightful entry. At last his balls banged against her buns and against his friend's balls as the latter pumped away into her cunt. She could feel still other male members, in her hands and rubbing against her back and thighs.
  
  Sooner than she liked, the men started spurting their loads onto and into her body. She felt moisture run down her back and tits and the ramming charge of male bodies as they wriggled like eels on her. Their slaps became less frequent, and she managed to release a hand and aim a few strong, random punches to renew their interest. The man in her cunt withdrew, his cock a shrivelled, pitiful thing. His place was taken immediately by another. Rosamund contracted the muscles of her cunt. The man grunted in surprise. She was tighter than any virgin he'd ever encountered. He pushed at her again and again, more violently each time. Finally he withdrew and probed her with a stiff, hurting finger. Gradually she yielded, her attention only partly on her cunt as the man in her mouth spurted her oral cavern full of his load and was immediately replaced by another and the juices ran down her chin.
  
  The man at her cunt was replaced by another, more vigorous, whose heavy cock tore up her cunt as his teeth fastened on her nipple. She began to come, her whole body shaking in a climax that took subjective hours to die down. The men lay on and in her, exhausted by their own fury, as she twisted and moaned loudly, the waves of pain-filled pleasure finally abating. She lay for a long moment in an exhausted coma.
  
  The men rose from their victim's supine body. One placed a final lingering suck on her softened nipple. Another, the one of the finger, slapped her belly viciously one final time. They hurried off into the night, and Rosamund smiled to see them go.
  
  She raised herself somewhat painfully, stretched, and gave a full yawn.
  
  "You look absolutely ravishing," came a familiar voice from the dark. "All streaked with pearl juice from head to foot." Rosamund giggled and touched her sticky mass of golden hair. One of the rapists had impatiently ejaculated into the beautiful soft pile. "And you'll have some beautiful bruises to explain, too."
  
  "That's no problem," said the blonde. "I'll say it was Jiro. He sometimes doesn't know his own strength. Did you have a good time watching?"
  
  "Not only watching—I had some of that earlier. Actually, I did to him what they did to you."
  
  Rosamund giggled again. "Then we're even, they and I. I enjoyed it a lot." She put a hand on Okiku's shoulder. "I'm glad you were watching over me, though."
  
  Okiku smiled in acknowledgement. "Let me know next time? Its better to be safe."
  
  They left the hut and headed for their friends and bed. Behind them the music died down.