Author: Sampson_Simpson2001 (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com)
Title: The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 3: Emmy Meets
the Gang
Summary: Emmy's blackmailer arranges for the young girl to meet
some friends of his. Emmy's burgeoning sexuality begins to
flourish under his expert tutelage, as she starts to realize that
taking orders might just turn her on.

Keywords: M+f, gangbang, f-solo, anal, enem, blackmail, exhib,
humil, reluc, nc, ws, oral, va

   The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 3: Emmy Meets the
Gang (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com)

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   Thanks for all the feedback on Parts 1 & 2 of the story!
Please
don't hesitate to email me at sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com to
let me know what you think (the more explicit, the better - I get
off on reading what people have to say!) and, most especially, if
you have any suggestions about what young Emily's blackmailer
should force her to do, let me know!

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For the rest of the week Emmy thought of nothing but the
degrading acts the blackmailer had forced her to do. What was
worse, she often found herself getting aroused when she thought
about being forced to masturbate on her webcam, or being forced
to drink her own piss while hundreds of guys watched her.

On Thursday night, alone in her bedroom, trying in vain to focus
on the math homework in front of her, Emmy's eyes had drifted
over to her mattress, underneath which she had hidden the
envelope of blackmail photographs she'd been sent. With a sigh
she put her pencil down, went to the bed, sat down and reached
beneath the mattress, slipping out the envelope. Opening it, Emmy
looked again at the glossy photographs of her ill-conceived
exhibition. She started at the top of the stack and flipped
slowly through each photograph.

Emmy looked at herself, at the slightly grainy texture of the
photos she'd taken of herself and posted online. Saw herself the
way she was then, before she'd realized the consequences of her
webcam indiscretions. Saw how she'd been so excited by the
reaction of the men who were watching her, anxiously refreshing
their pages, waiting for each new photograph she posted. Saw how
she'd behaved as though she was shocked when they started
demanding that she show her tits, when really she'd been secretly
hoping they'd do it all along.

Emily looked at her body as she'd slowly complied with the
demands, and as she looked at the photographs, she felt her pussy
begin to get warm. She crossed her legs, trying to ignore the
pleasant sensation, and continued flipping through the photos.
Saw herself performing for the boys, licking her ample breasts,
her strawberry blonde hair falling onto and over her shoulders.
Saw herself writing on her body, spreading her legs to let the
camera capture clear shots of her pussy and, in the next
photograph, her asshole.

The warmth between her legs was rippling outward. Emmy rubbed her
legs together, uncrossing them and recrossing them the other way,
and continued looking at the photos she'd posted. Saw herself
slipping the wide sharpie marker she'd used to write on herself
into her vagina, and then her anus. Saw herself getting flushed
in the face, and feeling the same flush growing across her face
now. Saw herself graduating to the hairbrush handle, and then on
to the bedpost, and then sliding the hairbrush into her asshole
and impaling both holes on it.

Emmy saw all of this, and her hand slipped to her skirt, sliding
the fabric up until her hand brushed across her panties. She
could feel the moistness already. She slipped a finger in past
the hem and burrowed into her crevices, finding her clitoris and
stroking it lightly. Her other hand rose, almost unwillingly, to
her breast, and she squeezed at her nipples through her bra.

By now there was no going back to the math homework; she was all
worked up. She reached into her skirt with both hands and slid
her panties down and off. There was a rush of cool air as her
pussy, soaked in juices, hit the open air. She lay back on her
bed and began to work. She stroked at her clit with one hand as
she slipped one, then two fingers inside her vagina with the
other. After a moment her eyes fell on the full-length mirror
next to her door, which faced the bed.

She scooted around so that her legs were facing the mirror and
propped herself up with her pillows and stuffed animals, then
slid the skirt up around her waist and looked at her vagina in
the mirror. It was engorged, swollen with blood rushing through
her body. She'd shaved again the night before, and her pussy lips
were hairless, nothing but a thin strip of light, curly
strawberry blonde hair running up her stomach.

Emmy watched her fingers slide into her pussy, all the way up
until they couldn't go any farther. She slipped her breasts free
from her bra, sliding her shirt up so she could see them. She
continued to masturbate herself, occasionally sliding her fingers
out, slick with juices, and down to her asshole, rubbing the
rosebud and occasionally slipping a knuckle inside.

Ten minutes later, watching herself masturbate, Emmy could feel
the orgasm building. She was practically pounding her pussy by
that point, slamming her fingers in as far and as fast as she
could get them, and it was at precisely that moment that she
heard the sound she'd been dreading for three nights, since she'd
been forced to show herself off on the webcam: the sound of the
mobile phone the blackmailer had given her ringing.

Immediately she paused, looking at the phone. The blackmailer had
told her that if she missed a call from him, he would release the
photographs he had - and she didn't doubt it. He'd gone to
apparently great lengths to find out incredibly detailed
information about her, and he surely wouldn't go to all the
trouble just to balk when the time came.

With a noisy sigh, Emily reached over and grabbed the phone,
bringing it to her ears and answering it.
	
"Hello?" she asked, breathless.

"Hello there, Emily," said the now-familiar voice. "It's been a
few days. How are you?"

Emmy was flushed, completely discombobulated from being
interrupted so close to her orgasm.

"Fine," she said. "I'm fine."

"You sound out of breath," said the blackmailer. "What have you
been doing?"

"Nothing," Emmy said, silently cursing. "Nothing."

"Have you been masturbating?" asked the voice on the phone. "Have
you been fingering your pussy?"

Dammit. Emmy couldn't believe how sharp this guy was.

"Now, Emmy, tell me the truth. You've been touching yourself,
haven't you?"

The girl sighed again. "Yeah, fine, I've been fingering myself.
What do you want, anyway?"

The man on the phone laughed for a few seconds. "Well, I had a
reason for calling, but now I want to hear you finish
masturbating."

"What? No!" said Emmy.

"C'mon - don't play around with me. You're turned on right now,
and you know it," said the voice.

It was true. Emmy could see her pussy in the mirror; it was still
slick and gleaming with juices, and her nipples, poking out from
underneath her scrunched-up shirt, were rock hard.

"I want you to finish masturbating while I'm on the phone with
you," said the blackmailer. "And I think you want to too."

Emmy looked at herself in the mirror. There was no denying it -
hearing him command her to touch herself was only making it
worse. She made a decision.

"Fine," Emmy said. "But no webcam."

Again the man on the phone laughed, a deep belly laugh. "Okay,
Emily, we'll do it your way tonight." Emmy felt a wave of relief
and something else - gratitude - float over her at his words.
"Now, tell me, what were you thinking about while you were
fingerbanging that hot, young pussy of yours?"

Emmy cradled the phone between her shoulder and her ear, bringing
one hand down to brush across her clit. The other took its place
at her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples between her
hands.

"I was looking at the photos," she said, breathless. "At the
photos you sent me."

"I thought you might be," said the blackmailer. "They turn you
on, don't they, Emily?"

Emmy felt a blush creeping across her face. "Yes," she said
softly, her fingers working faster, regaining the ground she'd
lost when the phone rang.

"Were you thinking about those performances you gave the other
night?" asked the voice on the phone. "Were you thinking about
how good it felt to just let loose and let all of those guys see
every secret part of you?"

Again the blood rushed to her face. "Yes," admitted Emmy. "Yes, I
was thinking about it."

"And it made you hot, didn't it? It made you hot to think about
those guys jerking off, blowing their loads watching you work
yourself over."

"Yes," said the girl, the hand on her breast slipping down to her
pussy, getting slick with her juices.

"What are you doing to yourself right now?" asked the man. "I
want you to describe it to me."

"I'm...fingering myself," said Emmy, her breaths coming short and
fast and hard. Her other hand, slick now with her juices, slipped
down to her anus and she slid it in and began working it in and
out. "I'm fingering my pussy and my ass at the same time."

"Excellent, Emily!" said the man on the phone. "You really know
how to make yourself feel good. How many fingers in your ass?"

"Just one," said the girl. "Do you want me to put another one
in?" Something was happening to her, masturbating on the phone
with this man she knew nothing about. Some part of her wanted to
satisfy him, wanted him to tell her what to do. Some part of her
wanted to be used by him.

"You know I do, Emily," said the man. "Put another finger in your
asshole."

Emmy complied, pulling the one finger out of her ass and
positioning her index and middle fingers at the rim of her
rosebud, crossing them slightly. She slid them in, feeling the
pain as her rectum stretched to accommodate them. She moaned
slightly, in pain and pleasure. She was so close.

"I've got two fingers in my ass," said Emmy. "I'm finger-fucking
my ass."

"Good job, girl, good job. Tell me what a good little slut you
are."

"I'm a...a good...little slut," whimpered Emmy, fingerbanging her
anus and vagina. She was so turned on her breathing was ragged;
she could barely get the words out. "I'm a good..little...slut
with my...my fingers in my ass and..and my pussy."

"Yes you are, Emmy. You're a good little whore who shows her
pussy and ass to any guy who wants to see it."

"Uh huh-" moaned Emmy. "Uh-huh...anyone can watch me cum..."

"Yes. And you're going to cum, Emily. Cum for me. I want you to
let everything go, let yourself go loose, and slam those fingers
as deep into your pussy and asshole as you can, and cum for me."

"I am," said Emmy, almost shouting it. "I'm cumming! Oh god!" She
forced the two fingers in her asshole in as deep as they would
go, doing the same with the fingers in her pussy, and felt the
orgasm wash over her. As she came she watched herself in the
mirror, penetrating herself like some kind of bitch in heat. The
orgasm was huge, explosions going off behind her eyes, blurring
her vision. "Oh my god, I'm cumming," Emmy moaned again, quieter
this time, feeling the waves of incredible pleasure washing over
her.  "I'm cumming."

"Good girl, Emily, good girl."

After ten seconds or so the orgasm subsided, leaving an
incredible feeling that burned through her limbs like a fire.
Emmy looked at herself in the mirror; her hair was tussled, her
fingers inserted deep inside her most sacred crevices, and felt
something like a mixture of disgust, self-loathing and even more
arousal. Something was awakening inside of her.

"Lick your fingers clean, Emily," said the blackmailer. "Taste
your pussy and your ass for me." Like a robot she complied,
bringing all four fingers to her mouth and sliding them inside,
rubbing her tongue across them, tasting her sour, tangy pussy
juices and the musty flavor of the inside of her asshole.

"It tastes good," she said quietly.

"I'm sure it does," said the man. "Someday you're going to taste
your pussy and ass on my cock, Emily. Someday." There was a pause
as Emmy collapsed back on the pillows and stuffed animals, her
heart pounding with exertion, the aftershocks of the orgasm still
washing over her, making her body twitch. "But for now, let's get
down to business."

"What?" asked Emmy, dazed. "Business?"

"Well, I did call you for a reason," said the blackmailer. "I
hope you don't have any plans on Saturday, because you're going
to be...indisposed."

*   *   *   *   *

On Saturday Emmy woke up and showered. She ate a late breakfast
with her parents and her brother, who was home from school for
the weekend, and then announced, as the blackmailer had
instructed her to do, that she was going to the mall to go
shopping.

"Ok, honey," her mother said cheerily, refilling her coffee.
"Have fun and don't spend too much, okay?"

"I won't, mom," replied Emmy. "I'm just window shopping - I
probably won't even buy anything."

"I thought all you kids shopped on the internet these days," said
her father, looking at her over his newspaper.

"For some stuff," Emmy said smoothly. "For other stuff, like
clothes, sometimes you just have to go try it on to know if it's
worth buying or not."

"Well, be careful, Emily," said her mother. "There's all kinds of
weird people at the mall these days."

You don't know the half of it, Emily thought.

*   *   *   *   *

Emmy pulled her car up to the address the blackmailer had given
her. She looked at the photo he'd sent to her email, then looked
up at the building. It was the right place.

The blackmailer's directions had led her out of town, about five
miles out, to what appeared to be a run-down, abandoned factory.
The whole thing was totally creepy, thought Emily. Surprisingly,
though, she was less freaked out than she thought she should be,
under the circumstances. On some level, though, Emmy realized
that she probably wouldn't be hurt - the blackmailer clearly had
long-term plans for her that didn't involve her being hacked up
in an abandoned warehouse somewhere - and although she dreaded
what would probably happen to her inside that creepy building,
she had an idea of where today was going to go.

The blackmailer had asked her if she used birth-control pills,
and Emmy had admitted that she did - not because she was sexually
active (she'd only had sex three times, all with her
ex-boyfriend) but to control the duration and intensity of her
monthly periods. As soon as she'd opened her mouth to tell him
that she used protection she regretted it, but Emmy suspected
he'd already known anyway. He seemed to know everything about
her.

Emmy slammed the door to her car and approached the warehouse.
The door stood slightly ajar and the interior seemed well-lit;
apparently the building still had power running to it. Her heart
beating faster and faster, Emmy pushed the steel door open and
entered the room. Despite being, she thought, prepared for what
was inside, Emmy's heart practically stopped and she stood there
in the doorway, her mouth hanging slightly open.

There was a mattress in the center of the large room, with three
bright construction lights set up around it, illuminating the bed
from three angles. Standing next to the mattress was a tall,
muscular man with tattoos running down both arms, ending at his
wrists. He held a mobile phone to his ear. Around the mattress
were placed over a dozen folding chairs, and seated in those
chairs were a dozen men, all of their faces turned to look at her
as she stood in the doorway.

"She's here now," said the tall man into the phone. "Hang on,
I'll put her on."

He held the phone out to Emmy and said simply, "He wants to talk
to you."

Emmy stepped tentatively into the room, her whole body shaking.
She tried to avoid looking at the men seated in the chairs, tried
to ignore their stares as they penetrated deep into her. Her face
was flushed as she stepped inside the ring of chairs and took the
phone the tall man was holding out to her and brought it to her
ear.

"Emily!" said the voice of the blackmailer, cheerily. "Glad you
could make it." Emmy looked around the room as the blackmailer
spoke, noticing for the first time that many of the seated men
held camcorders in their laps.

"So...now what?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"The man who gave you the phone is Randy, an...associate of mine.
He's recently finished serving three years in prison on an
assault charge, and he's had a full medical inspection - he has
no sexually transmitted diseases and a completely clean bill of
health." The blood rushing in Emmy's ears made it hard for her to
hear the blackmailer on the phone. She knew what was coming.

"Randy," the blackmailer continued, "is going to fuck you. He's
going to fuck you any way that he sees fit to fuck you, and then
men seated around you are going to watch, and they're going to
videotape you getting fucked. If you have any questions, call
me." Emily felt tears again beginning to well up in her eyes.
"Oh, and Emily, I'm going to be reviewing the tapes later. If I
find that you haven't complied completely with Randy, well...you
know what I'm going to do with those photos."

And she did know - he'd told her exactly who he'd be mailing
copies of the photos to: the deans of admission at the schools
she'd applied to, her parents and grandparents, her father and
mother's business partners, and her high school teachers.

The tears now flowing from her eyes, Emmy looked up at the man
named Randy.

"Hi, Emily," said Randy. "Come stand here on the mattress." Emily
complied, stepping onto the mattress. "Good girl. Now, why don't
you take off your clothes?"

Emmy restrained a sob, stepping out of her shoes, bringing her
hands to her waist and unbuckling her belt. She had no choice in
the matter - it was either let these men do whatever they wanted
to her, or face the utter destruction of her life. She unbuttoned
her jeans, unzipped them, and slid them down to her ankles.

"Yeah!" exclaimed one of the men in the seats. Emmy cringed at
his voice and a sob escaped her lips too fast for her to catch
it.

"Please," Emmy started, "please-"

"Don't bother arguing," said Randy. "What's going to happen here
today is going to happen, no matter how much you cry or try to
talk us out of it. Now keep going."

Several of the men were holding up their cameras now. Emmy could
see the red lights on the front of them blinking to life and knew
that they were recording her shame. She stepped out of her jeans
and gripped her t-shirt with both hands, slipping it up and off
and dropping it onto the jeans. She stood in her bra, panties and
socks, feeling worse than naked as the men videotaped her.

"Whooo!" one man said. They were so close - only about five feet
away from the mattress on all four sides. "Can't wait to show
this to the guys." Emmy sobbed again, standing there uselessly in
her underwear.

"Take it all off," said Randy. "Get completely naked in front of
these guys."

Trembling, Emmy reached behind her and unclasped her bra, feeling
the fabric go loose around her. Slowly she pulled the fabric
forward, hoping the whole time that all of this would somehow
suddenly stop, that someone would step in and be the voice of
reason.

No one did.

The bra slid down her arms and off, exposing her breasts. She
tried to cover them with her hands, tears pouring down her face,
but Randy signaled for her to let them hang free and continue.
Weeping openly, Emmy released them.

A round of catcalls went up from the guys in the chairs. "Nice
titties!" one of them called out.

"Let's see that high school pussy!" shouted another.

Emily slipped her fingers into her pantyline and slid the light
fabric down, past the strawberry-blonde landing strip on her
lower stomach. Once they passed her curvy thighs gravity took its
course and she let the panties go. They fell to the floor and she
stepped out of them. She didn't bother trying to cover her
vagina; she knew Randy would just force her to show it anyway.

Completely naked except for her socks, Emmy stood there on the
mattress, surrounded by the men with the cameras. Randy stood in
front of her, off to one side so the men could get a clearer shot
of her naked body. He nodded with his head toward her feet.

"Lose the socks too," he said. "I said completely naked."

Still crying, Emmy leaned forward and bent over to remove her
socks. Someone behind her called out "Nice ass, girlie!" and her
sobs redoubled. This was the most humiliating, horrible thing
that had ever happened to her by a long shot. She slipped off one
sock and as she was removing the other, Randy spoke again.

"When you're all done there, why don't you spread those ass
cheeks so these guys can get a better look at that cornhole of
yours." Emmy looked up at him, and nodded. She couldn't speak,
felt completely helpless. After she stepped out of the second
sock she reached back with both hands, still bent over, and
pulled open the cheeks of her buttocks, feeling the cool air on
her now-exposed anus.

Behind her the room erupted in cheers. She heard chairs scraping
as guys got up and turned around to see two men kneeling down
behind her, getting a close-up shot of her rectum.

"Yeah, baby," said one of the men. "Look at that tight asshole!"

"Hey, let's see that over here," said the men she was facing.
Without waiting for Randy to order her, Emmy shuffled around
until she was facing the opposite direction, still holding her
ass cheeks apart. Several of the men got out of their chairs as
well and brought their cameras close to her asshole.

As she stood there, exposing her anus to these completely
strangers, Emmy realized that her sobs had stopped, replaced by
something else. She blinked the tears from her eyes and slowly
rotated around, making sure that the men on all four sides got a
good look at her anus.

"Very good," said Randy. He reached down and began unbuckling his
pants. "Why don't you lie down on the mattress, Emmy." She
obeyed, pushing the clothes to the side and lowering herself to
the mattress. Thankfully it was clean - in fact, it was still
covered in the plastic it had come in. Probably brand-new, she
thought.

She looked up at Randy. He had his belt off and his pants open.
She could see the bulge of his cock through the top of his
underwear. It looked big.

"Go ahead and spread that pussy wide open," said Randy. "Show
these guys what a sixteen year-old pussy looks like."

Emmy obeyed, surprised by how compliant she was becoming. Her
hands came down to the lips of her vagina and she pulled them
apart, spreading her legs wide and opening herself up to the men.
Her tears were fast drying on her face and her heart was beating
fast. She knew this was all completely wrong, sick - all of these
men staring at her vagina.

I'm only sixteen years old, she thought. These guys must be at
least thirty. In fact, the oldest man there looked like he might
be pushing sixty, an overweight, balding man whose hair was stuck
down to his head from sweat and the heat of the construction
lamps that illuminated her.

As Emmy spread her vagina open, the men again stood up from their
chairs and approached her, getting their cameras within inches.
The men behind her and to both sides got up, came and stood in
front of the girl, admiring her clean-shaven vagina, held wide
open.

"That's a good girl," said Randy. His pants were in a pile on the
ground and he slipped his shirt off as he spoke, revealing a
surprisingly muscular body, his back and chest also covered with
tattoos. "Touch yourself like you did the other night on the
phone."

Emmy's face flushed as she realized that the blackmailer had told
Randy, and probably the other men, about her masturbation. About
how horny she'd been, thinking about people watching her,
thinking about being forced to do things to herself. They knew,
as she did, that inside of her sixteen year-old shell something
was coming alive, something with a hunger that one man alone
would never be able to satisfy.

She brought her hands to her pussy and began working it. Already
the tell-tale warmth was beginning to radiate outward from the
leaking gash between her legs; when her fingers touched her
engorged clitoris a bolt of lightning ran through her and she
moaned, unable to control herself.

"Fuck yeah," said one of the men, bringing his camera in close,
first focusing on her fingers as they slid into her pussy, then
bringing it up to her face. Emmy turned her head away from the
camera, closed her eyes and bit her lip as she worked, the
knowledge that at least a dozen men were watching her do
something to herself that was supposed to be completely secret,
completely private.

"Look at her work that cunt," said another man's voice. "What a
little whore!"

"I bet she sucks Randy's cock up like a vacuum cleaner," said
another guy.

Emmy opened her eyes and looked up at Randy. He had quietly
slipped out of his boxer shorts and now held his penis in his
hand. Emmy caught her breath looking at it.

Randy's dick was huge, at least ten inches long and - she gulped
- almost two inches thick. By any estimation it was a monster,
circumcised and bulging. She couldn't believe how huge it was.
Randy caught her eye and smiled, looking down at it.

"Nice, huh?" He smirked. "Our mutual friend selected me
especially for this number `cause of the package."

Emmy couldn't take her eyes off of his cock. Her hands worked
fast, one working her clit and sliding down into her pussy and
the other squeezing her nipples. Watching his cock, Emmy brought
one breast up to her mouth and slipped her tongue out, sliding it
across the nipples.

"Holy fuck, this chick is un-fucking-believable," said one man.
"You see her working herself over? It's like she actually likes
this!"

"I bet she fucking likes it," said another. "You saw the videos.
This chick got off drinking her own piss!"

Emma's face burned but she continued to masturbate. Randy stepped
forward, across her body, and knelt down, straddling her. His
cock was inches from her face. Emma looked at it, thick and dark
red, and remembered her ex-boyfriend's cock the first time she'd
sucked him off, in his car, pumping at the shaft until he grunted
and fired off his sperm into her mouth, surprising her. Emma had
sucked every bit of sperm out of his dick as he had bucked and
moaned, and when it was all over, she'd straightened up, her
mouth full of his semen.

"Should I swallow it?" she had asked him, trying not to spill it
on her clothes.

"Sure," he'd said. "I think that's hot." She had obeyed him,
closing her mouth and her eyes and swallowing the load of sperm.
It had tasted totally weird, like nothing else she'd ever
swallowed before, and the taste had lingered in her mouth long
after he'd dropped her off at her house and left. She'd
masturbated that night, remembering the way his balls had
tightened before he began filling her mouth, remembering the
stringy, slippery texture of it. It had been like the shellfish
her parents ordered at the seafood restaurant.

Now, Randy's cock hovered right in front of her face. Emmy's
hands slowed to a stop and she looked up at him, knowing that
every man in the room was pointing his camera at her face.

"What should I do?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"I think you know what to do," said Randy.

She did. She brought a hand up and wrapped it around Randy's
massive cock, shocked at the way her fingers couldn't even meet
her thumb. It was so much bigger than her ex-boyfriend's cock.
Leaning her head forward, Emma flicked her tongue out and lightly
ran it up from the base, up the shaft and across the underside of
his cock, the place her ex-boyfriend had said was the most
sensitive. She waggled her tongue across the soft skin there, and
then continued upward, her tongue running around the head. She
tugged at the shaft with her hand, milking it, and a huge dollop
of what her ex had called pre-cum appeared at the tip.

With over a dozen men surrounding her, pointing videocameras at
her face, Emmy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as the
precum dripped off of Randy's cock. It landed squarely on her
tongue and she brought it into her mouth, running it around her
lips and tasting it. She liked the taste and texture of precum;
it was smooth and sticky and nothing like the sperm that came out
at the end.

"Taste good?" asked Randy. Emma didn't say anything, just opened
her mouth again and leaned her head forward to take the cock in
her mouth.

Even though she'd had a good clear look at it, Emma was still
shocked at how completely Randy's dick filled up her mouth. The
head alone felt like a giant, but she leaned forward to take more
of it, opening her mouth as wide as it would go.

"Mmmm," said Randy. "You're pretty good at this for such a young
slut." She had sucked her ex-boyfriend's cock hundreds of times,
almost every day for six months, until she'd finally given him
her virginity, letting him hold her down as he'd penetrated her
from behind. That first time she had let him fuck her as long as
she could bear it, tears running down her cheeks, and then he had
pulled out and let her suck him to completion as she usually did.
In fact, over the three times he'd fucked her, he'd never
ejaculated in her pussy, always in her mouth.

Now, mindful of the men watching her, Emma brought her other hand
up to Randy's ass, firm and muscular, and pulled him forward,
toward her mouth. Slowly he fed her his cock, sliding it deeper
and deeper. After three inches she stopped, pulling back a bit,
but Randy had other ideas.

"I'm gonna show you how to deepthroat a dick," he said. "Just
keep your mouth open and breathe through your nose. Imagine
you're at the doctor getting a throat inspection."

Emma complied, again pulling Randy closer, farther in. She felt
herself wanting to gag but restrained herself with every ounce of
will in her body. It worked - once he'd slid in five inches, the
gag reflex subsided, and he continued to slide his cock into her
mouth and down her throat. She felt it push past her uvula, six
inches deep, and still it continued. Her eyes flickered over to
the men around her; they were all watching, wide eyed, as she
took Randy's cock. Emma felt a twinge of pride; she'd talked
about deepthroating with her girlfriends, but none of them could
do it.

Emma could, apparently. Randy kept pushing and finally she felt
his balls rest against her chin. Somehow, amazingly, he'd slid
his cock the full ten inches into her mouth and down her throat.
Now he began pulling it out, slowly at first so she wouldn't gag.
She didn't.

Soon he was all the way out, his cock again dangling in front of
her face.

"Look at the cameras," he said. Emmy obeyed. "Now say, `My name
is Emily and I'm a filthy cum-hungry whore."

Her eyes pointing directly at the cameras, Emmy said, "My name is
Emily, and I'm a filthy, cum-hungry whore."

"That's right you are," said Randy, sliding his cock into her
mouth again. She was surprised but managed to relax the back of
her throat in time and soon he had a rhythm going, sliding his
cock in and out of her mouth, going eight inches deep each time.

"Damn, Emily, you really are a cum-hungry whore," said one of the
guys. "You like letting guys just fuck your face?" Emmy turned
toward the man - it was the older one, who might have been
sixty-plus years old, and nodded, her mouth too full of cock to
answer. She was a cum-hungry whore, and she was going to let this
man Randy do whatever he wanted to her. She didn't have a choice.

Randy mouth-fucked Emmy for a few minutes, the men surrounding
them, getting it all on tape, and then he finally pulled out. She
gasped and sputtered, suddenly able to breathe through her mouth.


Randy sat down on the mattress, his legs spread wide, bent at the
knees.

"Come sit in my lap, sweetie," he said. "Come tell Randy what you
want for Christmas." She'd never done this position before; her
ex-boyfriend had always either been on top of her, her either
facing up at him or face-down on the bed, or behind her in what
they called "doggie-style." Seeming to sense her confusion,
Randy's hands guided Emmy as she turned, her back facing him, and
slowly lowered herself down. Her knees felt the burn as she
squatted; if nothing else, she thought perversely, this was good
exercise for her thighs.

Soon she was squatting in front of him, unsure of what to do.
Without delay, she felt his cock at her vagina. She looked down
to see it poking through her legs, facing her like some kind of
winking bishop.

"Bring that sweet young pussy down on this bad-boy," said Randy.
Emmy did, slowly, feeling the cock head slip between her pussy
lips and start to make its way up inside of her. As it slipped
in, millimeter by millimeter, Emmy became worried. What if it
didn't fit? What would Randy and the blackmailer do to her if she
just couldn't do it?

"Keep going, sweetie," said Randy. "Just relax and let gravity do
the hard work." Emily lowered herself further, feeling white-hot
pain begin to shoot up from her vaginal cavity. It wasn't going
to fit.

"I can't," she said, turning back to him. "It's-it's too big."

"Sorry, sugar, we've got strict orders. I'm supposed to get you
stretched out so you're ready for whatever else it is he's got
planned for you." And with that, Randy knocked one of Emmy's legs
out from under her. With a scream she fell back, impaling her
young vagina on Randy's thick, long penis.

"AAAAHHHHH," she screamed. "FUCK! STOP, PLEASE!"

"No," said Randy, pulling her down onto it. The pain was
incredible. His cock was buried all the way inside of her. Emmy
felt like it was drilling all the way up into her stomach; her
face was contorted with pain and the tears had returned to her
eyes, this time out of pain as much as humiliation. Thankfully,
once he'd penetrated her completely, he stopped, and let her sit
on his dick.

"There you go," he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"P-p-please," sobbed Emmy. "Stop it, please. You're h-hurting
me."

Randy paid no attention to her pleas, just grasped her slender
waist with his strong hands and lifted her up. The sudden vacuum
felt to Emmy like it was going to suck out her insides, but once
he was three quarters of the way out, he let her drop and she
slid back onto his cock, again impaling herself to the hilt.

"UUNGHH!" she cried out in pain. The men laughed and moved in
with their video cameras, recording Emmy's face as she sobbed at
the pain and renewed humiliation of the brutal rape. "AAAAGGGHH!
No-no-NO!"

Randy ignored her and began to lift her rhythmically, raising her
six or seven inches up and then letting her fall down again onto
his dick. She felt like her insides were being torn out, couldn't
believe that this was happening to her.

"P-please," she cried. "I'll do anything, I'll g-give you
anything!"

The men laughed at her suffering.

"You'll give him anything anyway," said one man, "or we'll show
these tapes to your parents and your grandparents!"

Emmy continued to sob as Randy lifted and lowered her onto his
cock. The men crowded around in front of her, bringing their
cameras close to watch as Randy's cock, slick with her juices,
emerged from her pussy, then plunged back inside again. Every
time he penetrated her she cried out.

After ten minutes of brutal fucking, the pain began to subside;
the tears stopped flowing. Her vagina was stretched out from
Randy's pounding and the juices flowing from her cunt had
everything between her legs slippery and slick. As Randy lifted
her up, she reached back and caught his hand, stopping him. As
the pain had slipped away she'd become aware again of the
incredible sensations emanating from her vagina. She began to
lift herself off of his cock; when he was almost sliding out, she
plunged herself back onto him.

The men around her jeered and clapped as she began to impale
herself on Randy's monster dick.

"Ooomph," she said, the wind knocked out of her, but she raised
herself again and rammed his penis back into her. Soon she was
riding him properly, her thighs burning from the exertion. Sweat
ran down her face and neck, ran down between her heaving breasts
and trickled down to mingle with her juices as she worked. Randy
took hold of her waist again, and she felt grateful for the man's
strong arms, lifting her and lowering her down as he thrusted up
into her with his pelvis.

Her weight taken care of, Emma took her hands up off the mattress
and brought one around in front of her, stroking her clitoris.
The other, as always, came up to fumble with her breasts; she
pulled one up sharply, putting the nipple in her mouth and
clamping down on it, sucking as hard as she could. It felt so
fucking good, getting fucked like this.

The men roared, watching Emma diddle her clit and suck her own
tits as she gave in and let Randy violate her. Emma's eyes,
clenched shut until now, opened, and she looked up and around her
at the men surrounding her. A few of them had taken their own
dicks out of their pants and were tugging at them idly with one
hand as they videotaped her with the other.

Something welled up inside of Emmy as her crotch burned, as she
fingered her clit, as she felt the waves of pleasure pouring from
the nipple her mouth was latched on to. She let it go. The breast
fell, joining the other, bouncing up and down as she let Randy
fuck her. The men in front of her were leering, jerking their
cocks off. She looked at one man, a skinny guy who looked in his
late twenties.

"Come here," said a voice she didn't recognize. "Come here and
feed me that cock." With a shock Emmy realized it was her own
voice.

What the fuck is happening to me, she thought. What am I
becoming?

The man's eyes grew wide, but he stepped forward, his feet in
between Randy and Emmy's legs, and brought his penis up. Emmy's
head was bouncing around but she did her best to steady it and
opened her mouth as the man sidled forward. She felt it brush
past her lips once, twice, and then finally managed to snag it as
she bounced.

Renewed cheers came up from the crowd as the lucky guy slid his
cock into Emmy's mouth. Randy slowed his thrusting, keeping her
head on a more even keel, as Emmy brought one hand up, gripping
the twenty-something's dick, and began to suck it properly.

What the hell am I doing?  A voice inside of her nagged at her
through the haze of sex that made her feel dizzy, like she was in
a dream. Am I really going to let these two guys rape me from
both ends?

YES, said another voice within her. Yes, because you're a fucking
whore, and this is what whores do. You're worthless, nothing more
than a fuck-doll for these two guys. Emmy could barely think as
the two cocks slid in and out of her pussy and mouth. The
twenty-something began pumping his cock, mouth-fucking her, and
Emmy ran her tongue over the head of his dick each time it was in
her mouth.

"Oh my god," he said. "I think I'm going to cum."

Emmy pulled back, tossed her shoulders to get her hair off her
face, and opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out. She'd done
this for her ex-boyfriend a few times when she was too tired to
suck his dick, just opened her mouth up and let him jerk off into
it.

The twenty-something in front of her face didn't waste any time.
As Emmy bounced up and down on Randy's huge dick, she held her
mouth open expectantly, and the twenty-something jerked furiously
at his dick, moaning.

"Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhh!" he called out, and Emmy knew it was time.
His cock erupted in front of her eyes. He pointed it directly at
her mouth and his sperm poured out in huge spurts, landing
squarely on her tongue and sliding inside of her. He kept jerking
it off as he came, his cock gushing cum, and she held her mouth
open and let him ejaculate into it.

"Ohhhh," he moaned, softer now, shaking the last bits of sperm
into Emmy's mouth. The men were going crazy, completely
surrounding her, recording the finale of the blowjob in grisly
detail. Finished, the man stepped back and Emmy looked around at
the cameras, all focused on her face, her mind traveling back to
that first time her ex-boyfriend had ejaculated into her mouth.

"Should I swallow it?" she asked.

"Swallow it!" shouted the men surrounding her. "Swallow the cum!"

The cock in her pussy still slamming in and out of her, bouncing
her around, Emmy held her mouth wide open and showed the mouthful
of sperm to the cameras. They moved in close, saw the semen
sloshing around in her mouth with every thrust of Randy's cock.
Then she closed her mouth, tasting the stranger's sperm, and
swallowed it. It tasted totally different from her ex-boyfriend's
sperm, much saltier and bleachy, but Emmy was humiliated to admit
to herself that she enjoyed it. She liked the taste, liked the
way she could simply make a man's sperm disappear into her. She
opened her mouth and showed it to the camera, the sperm gone,
making its way down her throat into her stomach.

The men erupted with cheers.

"What a fucking whore!"

"She likes it! She fucking loves drinking cum!"

"Fucking sixteen year-old cumguzzler!"

At her pussy, Randy's pumping slowed, and finally stopped. For a
moment he just let himself sit inside of her, literally stuffing
her pussy completely full of his dick. Then he lifted her up and
off of his cock, leaning her forward so she was on her hands and
knees.

"Check this out, guys," he said. "Her cunt is fucking gaping."

Emmy couldn't see it but she was sure it was true. Randy's cock
was still rock hard and her pussy was aching from the violation
he'd given her.

The men crowded around her pussy, bringing the cameras in close.
Unbidden, Emmy lowered herself down onto her stomach, her knees
bent and pussy up in the air, and reached back to spread her
pussy lips open. She inserted two fingers on both hands into her
vaginal cavity and stretched it out, letting the men get a good,
clear look into her gaping hole.

"Holy fuck," said one man. "It's like a fucking cave in there."

Another man stepped forward from the crowd, his dick hard in his
hand.

"I'm gonna cum in it," he said.

Again the voice Emmy could hardly recognize spoke, slightly
muffled from the mattress.  "Do it. Fill up my fucking whore cunt
with your sperm."

The man didn't need telling twice. He stepped forward, got down
on his knees, and jerked off, the head of his cock pointing
directly at Emmy's gaping vagina as she stretched herself open
for him.

"Here it comes," he said. "Here it com-oh-uh-UH!"

Emmy couldn't see him, but she felt it - the semen entering her
vagina. She'd never let her ex-boyfriend cum inside of her and it
was a strange sensation.

"Unnngh" grunted the man as he ejaculated into her sixteen
year-old pussy.

"Oh FUCK," said Emmy. "Yeah, fill me up with your fucking cum."
The man jerked and jerked until finally he was finished. He
stepped back and Emmy continued to hold her pussy open, letting
the men get close-up shots of the semen as it disappeared inside
of her.

"You really are a filthy little whore, aren't you, Emily?" said
Randy. Emmy let her pussy lips go, trapping the stranger's sperm
up inside of her, and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

"What's next?" she asked.

"Next," said Randy, "we're going to try something completely
different."

He ran his cock around her sopping pussy, covering it with
juices. Then Emmy's eyes went wide as she felt the head of his
dick at her anus.

"No-" she started. "It's too big,"

Emmy felt the head of his cock pushing against her sphincter
ring. It wouldn't work - it would never fit. The biggest thing
she'd ever had in there was her hairbrush handle, while she was
taking the photos that had gotten her into this trouble in the
first place. That was less than an inch wide at its widest point,
and Randy's cock was much bigger now that he was turned on from
fucking her.

"No, please," Emmy pleaded. "Not my ass."

"Either you let me fuck you in the ass or we share today's
escapades with your family."

And with that he began to push it in.

"OWWWW!" Emmy grunted, trying to crawl forward on her hands and
knees as she felt her asshole being ripped open by Randy's cock.
"STOP, PLEASE!"

Emmy cried out in pain as the cock, slippery with her own juices,
ripped into her asshole. She felt the head pop past her rectum, a
brief respite from the pain of the anal violation, and then Randy
was pushing again. Her anus was on fire as Randy penetrated
deeper and deeper inside of her; she could feel her insides
shifting around as his cock penetrated deep into her ass. Emmy
screamed and screamed and the men zoomed in close with their
cameras, focusing on her face and on her asshole, bright red,
rapped around Randy's cock. They laughed.

"Not so brave now, are you, you little bitch?" asked one man. The
tears were back, pouring down her face in pain as she felt
Randy's balls finally slap against her cunt.

Without a word the tattooed began to pull his cock out and plunge
it back into her ass. Every thrust felt like it was going to
dislodge her bowels. When he retreated, he pulled his cock all
the way out, letting her asshole close up before he impaled it
again with his cock, making sure to inflict the maximum pain with
each thrust as he raped her asshole.

"Stop, stop!" she cried out finally. "Wait!"

Randy halted, his dick buried deep inside of Emmy's asshole.

"Please, listen," she said. "If you slow down, if you stop doing
it like this..."

"Then what?" asked Randy. "What do you possibly have to offer
that I can't simply force you to give me?"

"I'll..." Emmy looked around. "I'll...I'll let all of these guys
cum inside me," said Emmy. As she said it she felt the twinkle
between her legs flare up again.

You sneaky little whore, said the voice in her mind. You want to
let these guys shoot their loads off inside of you anyway, you
filthy slut. You loved swallowing that guy's cum and holding your
cunt open for that other guy to cum into. That's all you're good
for - being a little high school semen dumpster."

She ignored the voice in her head and looked around at the men.

"Please," she said. "Please."

The men gave noises and signals of approval.

Randy frowned. "It wasn't what we had planned. They were just
supposed to watch."

"No, no, it's okay," Emmy said, breathless. "Please..."

"Okay," he said, shrugging. "Then...how do you want it?"

"Can you not fuck my ass anymore?" asked Emmy. "It hurts so bad."

"No can do, Emily," said Randy with a smile. "I'm supposed to cum
up your ass - that much is for sure."

Emmy thought for a moment, her mind racing. She felt like she'd
die if he kept slamming his dick into her like this.

"Can I lie down then, at least?" she asked. "On my back?"

Randy shrugged again. "Sure," he said, pulling his dick out of
her ass unceremoniously. All around them the red lights from the
cameras gleamed. Emmy could feel her asshole spasm, clenching
shut and gaping open. She collapsed on the mattress, panting.

"Well, c'mon, then, get on your back," said Randy. Emmy obeyed,
rolling over onto her back, her pussy aching again. Part of her
wanted nothing more than to lie down and finger her clit again,
to release the orgasm that was practically bursting out of her.

She lay back, exhausted and spread her legs open. Randy knelt in
front of her. Emmy brought her legs up and put them on his
shoulders, giving him access to her anus. The men repositioned
themselves, crowding around to get a good shot of her asshole
being penetrated. Emmy felt the head of Randy's penis at her
rectum again.

"Please," she said. The men focused the cameras on her face.
"Please, go easy, and I'll let you cum in my ass."

"I'm gonna cum in your ass, whether you like it or not," said
Randy, but as he slid inside of her asshole, Emmy immediately
felt a difference. Before, tears streaming down her face, it was
anal rape. Now, as she reached down and pulled her cheeks open,
giving Randy better access to her anus and giving them men a
better camera shot, it felt like something else.

"Unnngh," she moaned as his cock slowly, slowly slid up into her
bowels. Now that it was slower, softer, and now that she'd
already been stretched wide open and well-lubricated with her own
juices, she realized that it actually felt pretty good. Not like
getting fucked in her pussy, but good nonetheless. It felt wrong,
letting this older man violate her asshole. It felt wrong in a
way that felt totally right. "Mmmm," Emmy moaned again.

"See?" said one of the men. "She likes it. She likes getting her
ass fucked."

"Emily," said Randy as he entered her, "Look at the cameras and
tell them how you feel about having your ass fucked."

As Emmy obeyed, something clicked in her mind. She realized that
she loved obeying, loved being told what to do. When someone
ordered her around, force her to do things, she didn't have to
worry about whether or not she was doing the right thing. All she
had to do was exactly what they told her to do.

She turned her face up and looked straight into the cameras. "My
name is Emmy, and I love getting my ass fucked."

The men applauded. Emmy's face flushed and she felt a strange
sense of accomplishment. She was satisfying over a dozen men -
how many girls her age could do that? How many girls could
deepthroat a cock like Randy's, take it in their pussy and then
their asshole?

Randy worked slowly and gently, sliding his cock in about
two-thirds of the way, then sliding it out until only his cock
head was past her sphincter, then sliding it in again. She held
her ass open with one hand and brought the other around to rub
her clit. When she touched it, a wave of sexual relief crashed
over her. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt. Emmy began to rub
furiously at her clit.

"Hey, bitch," said one of the men. "I thought you said we could
cum inside of you."

"You can," she said. "Come and do it. Cum in my mouth." The men
who didn't already have their dicks in their hands began
frantically unbuckling belts and unzipping their pants. Several
of them stepped out of their shorts completely, naked from the
waist down. As Randy continued steadily fucking her ass, the men
formed a ring around her, their cocks in their hands.

"Who's first?" she asked, her hands frantically rubbing her clit
and sliding in and out of her sore.

One man stepped forward and kneeled down next to her.

"Come on," she said. "Cum in my mouth." The man was furiously
jerking at his cock.

"Unngh," he moaned, bringing it down close to Emmy's face. She
opened her mouth up and the man immediately began to ejaculate
into it.

"Mmmm," moaned Emmy as the man shot his sperm into her.
"Yeaahh..."

The man jerking off into her mouth hadn't even finished when
another man got to his knees on her other side. Emmy held her
mouth open and the other man put one hand on her forehead,
holding her down, while his other hand beat off his cock as he
orgasmed. Some of his semen splashed across her face, the rest
landing in her mouth. Still Randy worked at her ass, slowly
increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts as her
sphincter loosened its kung-fu grip on his dick.

A third man knelt down and, pointing the both the camera and his
penis directly at her face, ejaculated into her mouth, covering
her teeth and tongue with sperm. He jerked until his cock was dry
and then stood up. Emmy's mouth felt like it was overflowing with
cum. Her fingers were flying across her pussy. She heard a
guttural, groaning sound and realized it was her, moaning as her
orgasm approached quickly.

The men, sensing what was coming, moved in close. Half of them
pointed the cameras at her mouth as she swallowed the three loads
of cum and the other half focused on her hands, one diddling her
clit and the other plunging in and out of her pussy as Randy
ceaselessly pounded away at her anus, harder and harder.

The sperm felt amazing as she swallowed it; it was more than
she'd ever swallowed before. The taste was thoroughly unique,
different both from her ex-boyfriend's and from the man whose
sperm she'd just swallowed earlier. Emmy realized that she was
tasting a mixture of the semen of the three different guys, a cum
cocktail.

The beginning of her orgasm hit just as the big mouthful of sperm
slid down her throat.

"Oh my god," she shouted. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck fucking GOD! I'm
cumming!" She bucked and writhed like a snake as the waves began
to ripple over her. It felt like it must have been the biggest
orgasm she'd ever had in her life. "FUCK yeah, oh god, I'm
cumming! I'm cumming! OHHHH!" Still Randy continued slamming his
cock into her ass.  "Fuck my ass, Randy, cum in my fucking little
whore asshole! Fuck it haaard!" The orgasm continued to slam
through her, head tilted back, mouth open.

 The oldest man in the crowd took advantage of her distraction
and knelt down, hovering his cock above her mouth. She opened her
eyes, took one look at it and lunged for it, sliding it into her
mouth. "Ungh, ungh, ungh!" she moaned through the dick in her
mouth as her orgasm continued. It felt like it would never end.
The man in her mouth began to cum quickly and she pulled him as
hard as she could onto her face, feeling the sperm shoot directly
down her throat. She swallowed it as quickly as she could. After
countless spurts the man stood and stepped away, his balls
drained.

The orgasm continued to build and build like a snowball rolling
down a hill and suddenly she felt herself losing control of
something fundamental between her legs. Before she knew what was
happening she was squirting piss everywhere, getting it on
herself, on Randy, on the mattress in front of her. "Ohhhhh GOD!"
she screamed as the climax crested. Her squirting continued in
spurts, spraying out as the men zoomed their cameras in on her
soaking pussy.

And then it was over, the last waves of the orgasm traveling down
her limbs all the way to her fingertips, leaving her tingling and
exhausted. For a second she felt nothing, and then the sound of
Randy grunting and pounding away at her ass returned her to her
senses.

"Damn," he said, looking down at her. "You squirted piss all over
me."

"I'm so sorry," Emmy blushed, rich red creeping down her neck and
across her breasts. "That's never happened before."

One man stepped forward from the crowd, the old man who'd just
cum in her mouth. "You want me to return the favor, Randy?" he
asked. "I've got to piss every half hour these days."

Randy laughed as he continued ass-fucking Emmy. "Sure thing, man.
Just don't get any on me."

Emmy didn't understand the interchange, until the old man against
straddled her face, bringing his now-limp cock to bear on her
face. "Drink it all down, little girl," he said. "It's good for
you."

With that, he began pissing, a tiny dribble at first that quickly
grew into a full-blown stream, hitting Emmy directly in the face.
She gasped and sputtered as the stinking urine hit her face.
Instinctively she shut her mouth, but the old man pinched her
nose shut and she opened it again on reflex.

His piss shot directly into her mouth. On her back, the old man
holding her nose, her mouth filling up, Emmy had no choice but to
swallow it. Still the piss came, filling her mouth up again, and
again she swallowed the old man's piss.

"Oh, shit!" said one man. "This chick is nasty!"

You dirty little slut, said that voice in her head. Stop fighting
it and drink this old man's piss. You know that's all you're good
for - being a toilet and a cumdumpster. So stop pretending you're
not loving every second of this.

Emmy stopped struggling and opened her mouth, letting it fill
with the old man's piss again and swallowing when it was full.
Still he continued, and still she kept drinking it. It tasted
disgusting, made her feel completely used and degraded, like she
was worthless. And that feeling re-ignited the fire between her
legs.

"Look at this girl!" cried one of the men. "She's drinking piss
right out of his dick!"

She reached out, pulling the old man's penis toward her, popping
the head into her mouth, and began sucking the piss out of his
cock and swallowing every drop. Soon the flow tapered off and she
released her suction grip. The old man grunted, getting slowly to
his feet.

"Ungh," Randy grunted. "Now that was disgusting, you little
whore. Tell the cameras what a disgusting little whore you are."

Emmy obeyed. She looked around at the men filming her and said,
"My name is Emmy and I'm a disgusting piss-drinking slut."

"Yes you are," said Randy. "Now, are you ready to feel your first
cumshot up that tight little ass of yours?"

"Oh god, yes!" she cried out. She was already so horny again. Her
fingers returned to her clit and started working again. "Cum in
my ass! Fill my ass up with your fucking cum!"

"Unnnnngh," moaned Randy. He pulled out most of the way, until
just the head of his penis was inside her sphincter, and jerked
the shaft. She felt his cock grow even wider for a brief moment
and then felt something entirely unique - a shot of warmth and
wetness blasting upwards into her bowels. "Unngh fuck!" The cock
inside her ass kept coming, filling her, making her feel like she
had to go to the bathroom. Still he jerked and pumped his cock,
depositing every drop of sperm in her ass.

Finally the spurting ended, leaving her ass feeling hot and
slick. With one final grunt Randy pulled his dick out of Emmy's
asshole, making an audible "POP!" sound as it exited. He stood up
and stepped away.

"Okay, guys, you can go ahead and fill her up like she said," he
said casually. "I'm just about done with her."

Emmy lay on the mattress, fingering herself, her asshole aching
from the brutal violation.

"I want to cum in that asshole too," said one of the guys. "Roll
over, bitch."

Emmy complied, knowing what the man wanted. She reached back with
both hands and slipped two fingers on each hand into her spasming
anus, stretching it wide open. After the 20-minute pounding
Randy's thick cock had given her, she was able to stretch it wide
open with ease.

"Go ahead," Emmy said softly. "You can all cum in my asshole if
you want."

The men formed a line at the sixteen year-old's ass, even the six
who had already ejaculated into her mouth and pussy. Each man, at
his turn, knelt down, inserted the head of his cock into the
gaping asshole she stretched open for them, and masturbated until
he came, ejaculating directly into her anus. Emmy lay on the
mattress, soaked in piss, reveling in the disgust she felt for
herself and the things she'd been forced to do today.

After each man deposited his sperm into Emmy's ass, she turned to
the man and said, "Thank you." The whole thing was so obscene
that every one of them men, after shooting his load into her
stretched-open rectum, returned to the back of the line, focusing
his camera on Emmy's ass and stroking his cock until hardness
returned and he got another chance. Four of the men took three
turns, and one man took four.

At least, nearly an hour later, it was finally over. Emmy's arms
and fingers ached from stretching her anus open. She slid the
fingers out and let her hands rest on the mattress, exhausted.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling in her asshole, the
slick heat and throbbing soreness. The men had captured the
entire thing on their handycams, getting up close to see each
load of sperm sliding into her gaping asshole.

As she was lying there, completely exhausted, quietly sobbing,
Randy came and knelt down next to her.

"There's one more thing I was supposed to do," he said.

He reached into a bag next to the closest chair and pulled out a
four-inch long cone-shaped object that tapered at the bottom and
then flared out to a round base. Emmy looked up at him
quizzically.

"W-what's that?" she asked.

"This, young Emily," he said, spitting on the device and slicking
it up with his hand, "is a buttplug. Our mutual friend wanted me
to have you put it in after I came in your ass so you could bring
my sperm home with you and show him - but you really outdid
yourself."

Randy knelt down next to her and spread her ass cheeks open with
one hand.

"Jesus," he said. "You're practically overflowing with spunk."

It was true. Emmy had counted every single cumshot. There had
been thirty-six, including Randy's. Sixteen years old, she
thought to herself, and I've got thirty-six loads of cum up my
ass, four in my mouth, and one in my pussy. My god, what's wrong
with me?

Emmy said nothing; she just lay on the mattress, her body rocked
with quiet quakes as tears rolled down her face. The voice in her
head was finally quiet as Randy stretched her ass cheeks open and
pushed the plug against her ass. After all that her poor young
rectum had been through, it slipped in easily. She grunted
slightly as it slid into its thickest point, almost four inches
wide, and then with a final, tearing pop it was in, snug, her ass
pulling it in and her rectum wrapping around the tapered shaft.

"You'll wear this home," said Randy. "Once you're alone in your
room, you'll call our mutual friend."

Emmy said nothing, just nodded, still crying softly. Her tears
rolled down her cheeks, dripped off her chin and mixed together
with the pool of piss she was lying in.

"Well," said Randy, picking up the bag, "My work here is done.
Oh, and this is for you," he said, flinging something into the
puddle of piss next to her. "A whore's pay for a whore's work."
It was a roll of bills. The one on the outside was a hundred.

Emmy closed her eyes and cried silently. She heard rustling and
footsteps, and heard the door open and close several times. When
she finally got control of herself and opened her eyes thirty
minutes later, she was alone, naked on a plastic mattress in a
pool of urine with a buttplug stuck in her ass, holding
thirty-six cumshots inside of her.

*   *   *   *   *

"I'm home!" Emmy called and raced up the stairs as quickly as she
could before her parents could intercept her. Each step drove
lightning through her body as her legs squeezed the buttplug. She
dashed down the hall into her bedroom and closed the door as
quickly as she could without slamming it.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her hair was
clumped and disheveled, her eyes red from crying and from the
piss that had splashed into them. She slid down her jeans and
inspected herself in the mirror. Her ass was bruised from Randy's
constant pounding, but aside from that she looked unharmed. The
buttplug stuck up her ass made a strange circular bulge on her
underwear. She fished into the pocket of the jeans on the floor
and pulled out the phone, pressing the dial button to call the
only number on it.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Emily!" he almost shouted. "You really performed today!"

Emmy hated him, hated the humor in his voice.

"You shithead," she said. "That Randy guy fucking raped me."

"Oh, come on now, Emily," he said. "I've watched the tapes, and
that's not what I saw."

"Yeah?" she asked, venom dripping from her voice. "What did you
see?"

"I saw a sixteen year-old whore pull a sixty-one year old man's
cock into her mouth and drink piss from it, completely unbidden.
I saw a girl invite a dozen men to fill her with their cum. I saw
a young girl swallow three cumshots at once - and I saw the look
of satisfaction on her face afterwards. And I saw a high school
senior reach back, stretch her anus open for nearly an hour, and
let guys shoot off their loads in there - thirty five times.
That's what I saw."

Emily was shocked into silence. She couldn't believe she'd done
all of those things - but she had. It felt like another world,
like she'd taken some kind of drug. How could this all have
happened to her? Just a week earlier, she'd been a completely
normal sixteen year-old girl, more or less. Now she was some kind
of cum-hungry whore, letting old men piss in her mouth and
letting her ass get gangbanged. How could this have happened?

The blackmailer's voice cut through her reverie.

"Turn on the computer, Emily, and get your webcam ready. There's
one more thing you're going to do tonight and then I'll leave you
to wallow in your self-pity."

"You fucker," she said, but she opened the laptop and opened
Yahoo Messenger. Soon the webcam was pointed at her face.
"There."

"Good. Give me one second...ok, there we go." Emmy looked at the
webcam screen and saw men joining by the dozens. "I assume you've
got plenty of watchers?" he asked.

Emmy made a scoffing sound. Thirty seconds after setting her
webcam to broadcast there were nearly two thousand viewers - far
more than the last two shows. Had this sick fucker been spreading
the word about her?

"Yeah," she said. "Let's get this over with. I'm fucking
exhausted."

"Okay, okay," said the man on the phone. "I'll make this brief. I
want you to show everyone watching your webcam the present our
well-hung friend Randy left in your asshole."

At the sound of his orders, Emmy's mind clicked back into
obeisance. The tingling in her groin, that omnipresent
distraction, had started up again the moment she started
receiving orders. She changed the angle of the camera and stood
in front of it in her panties. Turning around, she looked over
her shoulder to see the circular bulge in her underwear. She
slipped the panties off and bent over slightly, reaching back to
spread her cheeks open. The buttplug in her ass was bright blue,
clearly visible on the camera.

"Now squat down on the floor, where you drank your piss last
week, and pull it out."

She obeyed, moving the laptop to the floor and adjusting the
camera angle so that her ass, with the buttplug in it, could be
seen. Once the shot was framed, she began to rub her clitoris
with one hand, while with the other hand she reached back, took
hold of the round base of the plug, and pulled it out.

She wasn't expecting the rush of sperm exiting her ass. It felt
like a bad case of diarrhea. The semen literally gushed from her
swollen anus the moment the widest part of the buttplug slipped
past her sphincter ring. Squatting low on the floor, Emmy watched
on the webcam as the thirty-six loads of ejaculate oozed steadily
from her rectum, forming a large and spreading puddle on the
floor.

"Good girl, Emily. Squeeze all that sperm out of your asshole."

Emmy complied with his demands, flexing her sphincter muscles and
watching ever more semen drain from her bowels. The puddle on the
floor was huge now, and spreading fast. Also spreading fast was
the warmth in her crotch as she fiddled with her clitoris and,
every so often, delved into her aching vagina with two fingers.
Her breathing became short, ragged.

"Tell me the truth, Emily," said the man on the phone. "Some part
of you enjoyed today's gangbang, didn't it? Some part of you
wanted to be used by those men, to be filled up with their sperm
and piss."

Go ahead, said that voice in her head again. Tell him the truth.
You can trust him - he understands this part of you, knows that
you want to be used and abused. You can tell him anything and he
won't judge you for it. Tell him everything.

"Yes," Emmy said, squeezing the last strings of sperm from her
ass as she masturbated. On the computer screen, her asshole
gaped; the buttplug had been two inches wide at the tapered,
narrow spot and she'd been wearing it for over an hour. The
final, thin rivulets of semen trickled out and joined the pool on
her bedroom floor. "Yes. It hurt so bad, and it was so
humiliating having those men sticking their cameras in my face
and in my crotch."

"I'm sure it was horrible," said the blackmailer, "but you liked
that, didn't you? You liked being humiliated, knowing that those
men were going to share those videos with whomever they wanted
to, knowing that you had no control, that you were a slave to
Randy's cock."

Again Emmy's face flushed. "Yes," she whimpered. "I liked it."

"That was a masterful touch, letting them all cum inside of you
like that," he said. "Would you have swallowed all of their semen
if they'd all chosen to cum in your mouth instead of your ass?"

"Yes," whispered Emmy. "I wanted to drink all of it."

"Well, then," said the voice on the phone, "Go ahead and do it.
Show the people watching you right now what a filthy slut like
you really wants."

Emmy did. Turning around and lying down on the floor with her
eyes pointed at the webcam, hovering above the puddle of sperm,
she said, "My name is Emmy, and I'm a dirty little girl who likes
to drink cum from my asshole."

And with that, the sixteen year-old lowered her mouth to the
wide, thick puddle of sperm on her bedroom floor and began to
slurp it up.