Kriss felt one of the men position himself behind her. A sharp slap on her butt made her start. Then she heard him unzip his pants and moments later his cock bouncing against her muscular buttocks. She tried to kick him with her booted foot but he was already too close. She could not touch him. Then she tried to stomp his foot but he simply kicked her feet as far apart as her pants would allow, stretching her panties in the process, forcing her to rest with her belly against the fountain edge. His fingers parted her clenched buttocks and he penetrated her sex in one easy push. Her raw vagina was still aching from her latest gang-bang, but it was also well lubricated by the sperm that had been pumped into her.<br/><br/>She heard her rapist boast and the spectators cheering him and making obscene comments. She clenched her teeth with frustrated rage. She wanted to scream her fury, to insult them, to buck, but she knew it would at best amuse them, at worst increase their pleasure, and anyway it would only prove how helpless she was. So she opted to remain quiet and just wait for the gang-bang to end.<br/><br/>It was easier thought than done though. The man dug his fingers into her hips and, half lifting her from the ground, he began to pound into her with brutal vigour. She could not help but moan in pain with each of his thrusts as it was both pounding into her vagina and grinding her sore belly against the stone. Then she felt his hands grab her breasts, which had been bouncing under her. His fingers found their way under her bra and began to maul her firm flesh, kneading her hard nipples, playing with her glands, giving her new reasons to moan in pain and suffer.<br/><br/>As her pounding became faster and even more brutal, she arched her back and managed to lift the yoke off the plumbing by an inch, until she was painfully yanked back down by her pierced nose. In her misery, she had forgotten about it. The pain exploding in her nose made her yelp and see stars. She fell back on the metal frame with a gasp and remained there, panting heavily, hissing through her constricted throat, while her rape continued. At last she felt the man come into her, spurting his hot semen into her saturated vagina.<br/><br/>He moved out, quickly replaced by another one, no less brutal and uncaring. When he found her not reactive enough, this one began to claw at her breasts, stretch her nipples and squeeze her mammary glands until she was again thrashing about on the fountain. It was obviously what he had been fantasising about as he came almost immediately, filling her pussy once again.<br/><br/>The third man used her anus, which had already been violated the day before and was still sore from it. It was too well lubricated but very tight anyway as Kriss had never before allowed anybody to enter her by this opening. The renewed pain made her scream to the top of her burning lungs, screams that were getting coarse and laboured, because of the string that was choking her. Each thrust sent her rapist's hairy balls bouncing against her gaping pussy, from which a long, thick thread of semen was dribbling to land on her soaked, over-stretched panties between her knees.<br/><br/>The last man took for ever, sawing and ramming into her sore vagina as if his goal was to peel its inner wall from their skin. Kriss thought it would never end. And finally he came onto her thighs, which were already slick with the cum oozing out of her over-used holes.<br/><br/>Kriss had been afraid they would just leave her like that, but finally they decided not to. They pulled her panties back up her thighs, only to find that the elastic hem had been over-stretched and it was no longer holding up around her hips. Then they pulled her pants back up, holding the panties in place. Her breasts were now hanging below her chest, naked, with her bra and tank top trussed up around her upper torso. Someone pulled both clothes down, covering her boobs, while leaving them smeared with the cums they had got on their fingers while they mauling them. At last they detached the trash-bag rope from the fountain, leaving it dangling from her nose piercing.<br/><br/>And then she heard them walking away. She was alone at last, still bent over the edge of the fountain, shivering in the coldness of the night, her vagina and rectum in fire, dripping semen inside her loose panties, pain throbbing in her piercing and branding wounds.<br/><hr/>She waited in that position for a moment, waiting for the sounds from her rapists to fade away, collecting her thoughts and recovering some energy. She felt utterly helpless, and indeed she was. But now at least she had tiny hope to get alive out of this predicament. If she could make it back to the Battery territory, her friends would help her. However, in her present state it would take her many hours before she could reach there, supposing that nobody interfered, and supposed she could find the shortest way. She knew Manhattan by heart. Her best option was to follow the 5th avenue and then Broadway all the way down to Battery Park. It would be a long trip, scattered with dangers, full of enemies...<br/><br/>At last she began to stir. She tried to lift her torso from the fountain's iron frame but the yoke proved too heavy. She had to let herself glide down to her knees until she was kneeling with her breasts pressing against the edge of the wall in an almost vertical position. With the yoke weight now resting directly on her shoulders, she was able to carry it and stand up on her feet. Or rather on her foot, as she did not dare to rest too much on her branded left heel. The trash-bag rope was dangling down her chest to her navel.<br/><br/>She turned her head around, trying to distinguish something. She knew which way her rapists had gone but it still left her with three direction to move: to her left, to her right or straight ahead, past the fountain. She did not know the area well, as it was too far behind her enemies territory lines and she could not remember where that fountain was located. Through the black canvas of the bag she could not distinguish the outline of the dark skyscrapers against the sky. There was no way she could get her bearing right. After a lot of hesitations, she decided to just go straight ahead. Hopefully she would later find some indication of where she was.<br/><br/>As she began to limp, the bells at the end of the yoke started to ring, sending their merry chime far into the night. Kriss' blood froze in her veins. The sound was sure to attract every night predator in ear range. She tried to make smaller steps, to move in smoother shifts, but her limping was not helping and every two or three step, one of the bells rang, advertising her presence to the neighbourhood.