Anti-Social Experiment

>"Hey everyone, Luan Loud here, and today we're filming the 'Selling Guns In The Hood' prank! We'll be walking up to some of these tough customers asking them if they'd like to buy a firearm, when little do they know..."
>She holds up two squirt guns to the camera.
>"They're actually water guns! Haha!"
>"I dunno about this, dude," Luna protested from behind the camera. "This seems kinda dangerous, you know? Walking around in Detroit trying to prank people you don't even know..."
>"Don't worry so much about it! It's GUN-na be great, haha! Get it? Come on, follow me! We need to find a good victi - participant!"

>"Look, Luna, over there. That's our mark."
>"Uh, is he standing behind the human mountain?"
>Luan was pointing at a man just across the street. Now THIS was a guy who ate his vegetables. A thick-necked, barrel-chested, seven-foot brute, his expression frozen in a permanent scowl. A red kerchief was tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
>"No, that's the guy I want. This guy is prime reaction material. Come on, we can't let him get away!"
>Luna warily followed Luan as they crossed the road. "I'm just trying to look out for you, ya know. I REALLY think this is a bad idea."
>"Bad ide - bad idea?! Pfft. Pfft! You don't understand anything about COMEDY, Luna! Look, he hasn't seen us yet. I can't wait to see the look on his face!"

>"C'mon, I'll just pull one prank and show you it's not a big deal. All you have to do is record it, alright? There he is, there he is! Try to keep some distance, let's not make it obvious we're together."
>Despite her misgivings, Luna held back. Luan approached the hulking man, who was engrossed in conversation with some significantly shorter - but no less threatening - men.
>"Hey, Buck," one of them said, jabbing a finger at the giggling girl heading towards them. "Looks like you've got an admirer."
>Buck grunted.
>Luan could barely contain her smile as she approached him. "H-hey," she stammered, trying to stifle her giggles.
>"I've, uh, I've got some grits here, if you're willing to buy!"
>Buck squinted in confusion. "Grits?"
>"You know like - haha - gats on deck. I've got some gats on deck here if you want to buy 'em."
>The gears were turning in his head. Buck wasn't a good thinker, but he could still think, and what he was thinking right now was that he was being made fun of.
>One of Buck's cohorts, a snake-eyed man who looked born to frequent convenience store parking lots, spoke up. "I think she's asking ya if ya want to buy a gun."
>Now the lightbulb went off.
>"Gun..." he mumbled. "You're tryin ta sell me a gun?"
>Luan held her hands over her mouth to muffle her chuckles. "Uh, actually, what I'm selling is-"
>She stopped laughing when she felt something cold and metal against her temple.
>"I've already got a gun."


>Luan wasn't laughing now.
>"Hey, w-w-wait!" she protested, reaching behind her back for the water pistols. "I'm just-"
>Buck shoved the pistol against her forehead again. "You reach for anything, I'm gonna kill you."
>Luan looked around pleadingly. Luna was a few meters away, camera still clutched in hand.
>"LU-"
>The barrel of the gun found its way into her mouth. "Shut the fuck up!", Buck hissed.
>The camera slid out of Luna's grip and cracked against the sidewalk.
>"Run to the hills, run for your lives!", she cried out.
>She sped away as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving Luan to fend for herself.
>"Great friend you've got there," the snake-eyed man taunted.
>"Jesus fuck, Buck," the other man said, "You can't keep pulling that thing out in public. Let's get her out of here."
>Buck and his cohorts, making as little noise as possible, grabbed the poor girl and shuffled her into a nearby alley.
>Today was going pretty poorly for Luan so far.

>Luan was led into a winding and shadowy alley
>"You think you're so cute. You think you're so funny. Well, nobody laughs at Big Buck. Nobody!"
>"Oh, God, are we really doing this?" The third man in the group had a shaggy beard and stained wifebeater. He looked like a rejected member of Arcade Fire, and seemed to be about as nervous as Luan.
>"Just shoot her. She's not worth this much effort," the snake-eyed man spat.
>Tears welled up in Luan's eyes.
>How could this have all gone so wrong?
>It was just a prank
>There was a camera
>She was pushed up against a brick wall in a particularly dingy area. The bearded man, who had a gun of his own, trained it on the young girl the whole time.
>"You sure know how to pick 'em, Buck," the snake hissed. "This girl isn't much to look at."
>"Come on, we don't have to drag this whole thing out. I'll buy you a prostitute. One with some real breasts, and three eyelashes. You're just wasting time with her."
>"I don't care how long it takes," Buck said, fiddling with the fly of his jeans. "This bitch is getting taught a lesson."
>Luan's eyes went wide as she realized exactly what was about to happen.
>"Well, call me a potato chip," Luan thought.
>"I'm getting a-salted!"

>The snake pulled Luan's shirt up over her head, exposing a modest plaid-patterned bra.
>"I never was good with these things," he admitted, flicking open a switchblade knife. "I don't have those, what's-em-called, fine motor skills."
>He sawed the strap away while Buck slipped his massive hand into Luan's skirt and pulled it down.
>"Now look at what we have here," he said, running one of his fingers over her pussy. He gave a cursory look-over, spreading out the folds with two fingers.
>Luan moaned involuntarily.
>"Now, treat Buck nice, alright?" the snake said, and poked Luan in the shoulder with his knife. "He's a sensitive guy. Don't break his heart."
>Buck slid his hand into his jeans and fumbled for a moment before sliding out a monstrous meat python.
>It was thicker than Luan's forearm.
>She closed her eyes as tight as she could.
>Maybe they were going to stop at the last minute.
>Maybe this was something Lincoln or Luna or one of her other sisters was doing, to get back at her for all those pranks
>Any minute now they'd jump out and yell "April Fools!" Luan didn't even care that it was August. Better late than never.
>All doubt was erased from her mind once Buck aligned himself with the hole, grunted once, and pushed in.

>Luan cried out.
>The snake smacked her hard across the cheek. The inside of her mouth cut on her braces.
>"Shut the fuck up! You realize how much trouble you're in?"
>Buck attempted to stuff as much of himself into the slot he'd been given as possible.
>What he lacked in technique and empathy, he made up for in girth.
>The bearded man was sweating like a hog now, but his grip on the gun did not waver.
>Buck blindly continued to jackhammer Luan.
>She wailed again. The snake-eyed man grabbed the discarded shirt, balled it up, and stuffed it in her mouth.
>Buck was reaching his limit now.
>He kept thrusting into the girl underneath him for as long as he could
>By now, Luan had just shut down, the pounding only eliciting an occasional stifled sob from her.
>Buck finally slowed his stroke.
>With a guttural bellow, he emptied himself inside her.
>Hot, sticky semen mixed with blood as it dripped out of Luan's pussy.
>Buck sighed and pulled himself out, wiping his member with his shirt.

>Luan was utterly defeated
>Everything hurt.
>She could not move.
>The snake laughed as Buck tucked himself back into his pants.
>"Big Buck does it again!"
>Buck smiled, but the bearded man frowned.
>"So what the hell do we do with this girl, anyway? We can't leave her here. And she's seen our faces."
>Buck shook him off. "Ah, just kill her. Who'd miss some ugly little girl?"
>Luan couldn't even react at this point.
>All she could do was watch
>"Whatever you say, Buck."
>He cocked the gun.
>He aimed the gun.
>Luan closed her eyes and waited to be put out of her misery.
>BANG!
>She screamed through her makeshift gag.
>Then she screamed some more.
>Luan Loud realized that she wasn't dead and dared to open her eyes.
>The three men stood before her with massive grins.
>A flag poked out of the barrel of the bearded man's gun. "BANG!" was written on in large, festive letters.
>She heard footsteps from somewhere down the alley. Luan's eyes widened as Luna Loud stepped into her line of sight.
>"Ha!" Luna high-fived Buck as the other men clapped. "You just got PRANKED, bro!"
>"Luna was worried about how dangerous your pranks were becoming," the snake-eyed man said, "so she hired us to pretend to rape you and scare you straight!"
>"Of course, we might have gotten a little carried away," the bearded man admitted.
>"But that doesn't matter now, because we just pulled off the BEST PRANK IN LOUD FAMILY HISTORY!" Luna hollered.
>Luan started to laugh, despite herself. Even as her body finally gave out and she slipped into unconsciousness, she had to admit.
>It was a pretty good prank.