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   ________ I made my way down Avenida Vieira Souto, walking slowly.  I was
in no hurry.  It was two hours before I was to meet Barbara at Help, and I
wasn't even sure I wanted to go.  I continued on down Rua Francisco
Behring, leaving the traffic behind, and picked my way across the sands at
Arpoador, skirting Garota de Ipanema park, to the rocky point between
Ipanema and Praia do Diabo (Devil's Beach).

   Edging carefully around the rocks in the glare from the surfing lights
on the beach, I found a place sheltered from the lights and the sounds of
the city.  This was my favorite place in all of Rio.  A light on-shore
breeze made the night feel cooler than it really was, and I loved the way
it stirred my hair and made my nipples tighten.  I could smell marijuana
from somewhere off to my left, and heard the occasional giggle from a pair
of lovers hidden nearby.  These were comforting smells and sounds, though.
These people would not disturb me, and their presence meant that thieves
would think twice about attacking me in the dark.

   The surf pounded against the rocks, providing a fitting background for
the turmoil of my thoughts.

   Papai had not always been this way.  I remember fondly the nights spent
snuggled safe in his arms as he sang me to sleep with some silly lullaby,
or the times he would take me to one of the beaches, and we would watch the
gringo turistas trying to get dates with the beautiful Carioca girls.

   Those were good times, but they were never coming back and neither was
Mamãe.  When she died two years ago, it seemed she took the best part of
Papai with her.  Now, he drank too much, and if he touched me at all, it
was to try to feel my tetas, which, even at fifteen, were larger than some
grown women.  He was always so angry!

   For two years I tried to make things better for him, to fill in the
emptiness Mamãe left in his life.  It was never enough.  No matter what I
did, he just got worse, and now, this latest thing!

   I tried my best to be a good daughter, but I would NOT take Mamãe's
place in his bed!  It was too much to ask any daughter!  But he kept
trying, and one of these days, he would catch me where I couldn't escape.
It was only a matter of time.

   I had to get away!  I had to find some way to get far from Papai and
make a life of my own!  But how to do it?  I had very little money of my
own.  The few reais Papai gave me went for food and to make the payments he
'forgot'.

   So here I was, on my way to Help, to meet Barbara and see if any of the
turistas I used to laugh at would pay to have sex with me.

   I suppose I could have taken a bus, or even a frescão (air conditioned
bus), but I needed time to think, and there was no better place to do that
than Arpoador, surrounded by the pounding surf.

   It was only November so not many gringos were about, though we never
seemed to be completely without them.  As the summer wore on, they would
come in droves, trying to escape their snowy, blustery winters.

   I was no virgin, but I really didn't like the thought of giving myself
to strangers who didn't even speak Portugese, even though many girls I
knew, from all over the zona sul, went to Help to make extra money by
sleeping with the gringos.  The more I thought about it, though, the more I
realized I had only two choices: Be a vadia (slut) and let my father fuck
me for free, or be a putinha and let strangers fuck me for money.

   At least, I thought, as a puta, I had a chance to make enough to get
away from Papai.

   Heavy though my heart was, my mind was made up, and I made my way to Rua
Francisco Otaviano.  Walking more briskly, as I had almost a mile to cover,
I soon turned onto Avenida Atlantica in Posto 6, with the Forte de
Copacabana to my right.  I wove my way through the crowds of turistas
haggling for cheap trinkets and finally neared my destination.

   Slowing as I approached the dance club, I searched the faces of the
people gathered outside.  Barbara was near the entrance talking to one of
the bouncers.  From the way she kept showing him her cleavage, I figured
she was trying to talk him into letting her in for free.

   When she saw me, she broke away, and shouted at me in heavy carioquês,
"Nicole!  I thought you were going to stand me up!  Come on girl, all the
good ones will be taken!"

   I forced a laugh.

   "They'll wait for ME, Barbara!" I shook my peitos (tits) to show what
they would wait for.

   Barbara laughed, and hooking her arm through mine, walked me back to the
bouncer.

   Girls our age weren't even supposed to be allowed into the club, but
Barbara swore that as long as we behaved ourselves, the bouncers wouldn't
ask for ID.

   We paid our sixty reais, and the bouncer winked at me as he passed me
through, more of a conspiratorial sort of wink than a sexy one, but I
didn't care, I was in.

   The place was noisy, but I think that was required by law for dance
clubs.  They want you drinking and dancing, not having long, philosophical
conversations.

   A tall, good-looking, dark-haired man made a beeline in our direction as
Barbara and I worked our way toward the crowded bar.  Barbara saw him and
shouted in my ear.  "Whatever you do, DO NOT go out with this man!  I was
talking to a girl last week who told me he beat her friend before he fucked
her, just for fun!  She's still in the hospital!"

   The man approached me wearing a suave smile, but Barbara stepped in
front of him.

   "Vai tomar no cú (Go fuck yourself!)!  We don't want anything to do with
you, you filho da puta (son of a bitch!  [literally, son of a whore])!" she
spat venomously in his face.  She didn't know the curses in English, but
their meaning was pretty clear, just from the tone of her voice.

   The man showed only mild surprise, but stopped in his tracks.  "I see my
reputation precedes me.  Very well, good evening ladies."

   As he turned to go, he pinched Barbara's nipple through the material of
her dress, hard.

   "Piranha!  (Slut!)" he rasped, with a horrible accent, before stalking
away.

   Barbara gasped from the pain, and kicked at his receding backside,
"Babaca!  (Asshole!)" she shouted, but not too loudly.

   "I'll tell the bouncer!" I volunteered, and started toward the nearest
one I could see, but Barbara grabbed my arm.

   "No!" she said, "We'll get thrown out too!"

   We finally got our drinks.  I don't know what Barbara ordered for me,
but she swore it had no alcohol.  She said we needed our wits about us.

   After a few dances with sweaty estrangeiros, not all of them American, I
saw Barbara headed for the door with a short, mustachioed man with graying
hair.  She waved at me as she left.

   An hour and a half later, I found myself being crushed into the mattress
of a 'honeymoon motel' by an overweight software engineer from California.
The $250 US that we agreed on was clutched tightly in my hand as I moaned
and pretended to enjoy the feeling of his tiny pica while he sweated over
me.

   when he finished, I pretended to reach my own climax as he dribbled his
porra (cum) into the condom inside my nearly virgin xaninha (pussy).

   The gringo collapsed on top of me, and I had to struggle to roll him off
so I could breathe.

   "Thank you," he whispered, over and over, "thank you, thank you!"

   I finally got out from under him and slipped into the bathroom, leaving
the money on the sink as I took my shower.  I dried off and got dressed as
he snored away on the bed.  Since I was raised to be polite, I shook him a
little as I got ready to leave.

   "Thank you for the evening." I said, "I must get back to the club and
meet my friend."

   "Wait, wait!" he mumbled, fumbling in his pants.  He pulled another
green bill from his wallet, never realizing that if I had been someone
else, there would be no wallet in his pants by this time.

   He folded the bill into my palm and muttered, "You were wonderful! 
Thank you!"

   I didn't look at the money until I was back on the street.  I couldn't
believe it!  He gave me another hundred dollars!

   I had made almost a thousand reais in one night!  It wasn't the most
enjoyable sex I ever had, but I hadn't gotten paid the few times I'd had
sex before, and I was giddy with the thought of how quickly my dream might
come true.

   When I got home I slipped quietly into my room and stuck a chair under
the doorknob, just in case.  Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard
the knob turn and the door strain against the blockage.  I shuddered, but
that was the last of it, and I finally fell asleep.

   Papai was gone when I awoke the next morning.  I spent the day wandering
around Lagoa, mulling over last night.  I had made an incredible amount of
money in a very short time, but at what cost to my eternal soul?

   Then I thought of Papai and what would happen to my eternal soul if he
caught me in the wrong place at the wrong time, and my resolve
strengthened.

   I would much rather talk at confession about making a little money with
strangers than about incest with my father.  I don't know if it was less of
a sin if lots of people did it, but I thought it would certainly be less of
a shock to the priest!

   I met Barbara that evening at BOB's, next door to Help, and treated her
to dinner before going to the club.  She complained about her date, how he
came too quickly and only paid her two hundred dollars, even though they
agreed on three hundred.

   If she had been eighteen, she could have gone to the cops, but at
fifteen, she would have wound up in trouble instead of the guy. 
Prostitution isn't illegal here, but you're supposed to be eighteen before
you do it.

   I took that as a word to the wise, and decided to get my money up front,
before I left the club with anyone.

   There were more people tonight.  More estrangeiros, more girls.  I
talked to a few of the girls I knew, but none of them were close friends
like Barbara, so it was mostly small talk and gossip about this turista or
that.  Thankfully, they had all heard the story about the dark man, and
were steering clear of him.

   Around midnight, a good-looking American danced with me, and I felt
myself get wet, just from the way he looked at me.

   "You like what you see there?" I asked, as sexily as I could.

   He nodded, smiling, "Very much!  You have very nice breasts, umm?..."

   "Nicole!" I filled in for him, "Would you like to see more of them,
Mr.?..."

   "Just call me Paul!" He smiled that disarming smile again, "And yes, I
would love to see more, and do more, and not just with your lovely tetas!"

   I tried to not to show my excitement, "If you are familiar with Rio,
Paul, you know that almost anything is possible.  But you also know there's
usually a price..."

   He threw back his head and laughed, "Yes, Nicole, I am familiar with
that aspect of life in Rio, and fully expect to pay for what I get!"

   "But," he turned serious, as if a switch had been thrown, "what I want
may be more than you're willing to give..."

   I was a little alarmed.  I had seen the suave, dark-haired man from last
night around, and it reminded me that money wasn't all you could get from
these gringos.

   "I would have to know what it is that you want," I said, hesitantly,
"before I can say whether it is too much..."

   He whispered in my ear, the stubble on his face scratching my cheek
deliciously, "I will pay you five thousand dollars, US, for three days
alone with me, at the home of my friend."

   I was astounded!  As I drew breath to answer, he put a finger across my
lips.

   "Before you say yes or no," he breathed intently, "You should know that
I will do many things to you in those three days.  I will have you in every
possible way.  Much of what I do to you will cause you great pain.  Some of
it will seem very humiliating, and my friend and his wife will want to join
in.  Only this will I promise you: You will not be injured, or killed."

   'Five thousand dollars!' was all I could think, 'Fifteen thousand
reais!' That would be enough to buy my way out of Papai's house, and out of
his clutches for at least a year, and maybe by then, I would find a way to
make my own money, without fucking turistas.

   Then the rest of what he said hit me.  Was it worth it?  I should just
tell him no, and go find someone else, but the thought of that five
thousand, and what I could do with it kept coming back.  Maybe...

   "Ten thousand, two days!" I said, as confidently as I could muster.

   He didn't laugh, but he knew the game.  "Six thousand, three days."

   In the end, we settled on seven thousand for two days.  If, at the end
of that two days, I decided to continue, he would pay me another two
thousand.

   I tried to get him to pay me the whole amount up front, but that was a
lot of cash.  He only had five thousand with him.  I stuck some of the
bills in my purse, then asked the bartender if he had a couple of
envelopes. He had to send somebody to the back office, but soon I had two
envelopes in my hand.  I wrote my name on the outside of each, then split
the money between them, working under the bar with my body between the
crowd and the money.

   I handed one of the sealed envelopes to the bartender, telling him, loud
enough for Paul to hear: "If I don't come back to get this in four days,
please tell the police that the girl whose name is on this envelope is in
trouble, and that the last person she was seen with was him." I tossed my
head in the American's direction.

   Instead of getting mad, Paul took a photocopy of a passport from his
pocket and handed it to the bartender, saying simply, "And give them this."

   The bartender wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he was quick on
the uptake.  He studied the passport and compared it with the man's face,
then nodded.

   Before he could turn to put the envelope and the paper away, Paul
touched his arm.

   "One more thing," he said evenly, "When this young lady comes back for
that envelope, she'd better find it and its contents intact, or there will
be hell to pay!"

   I was a little shocked, but felt a little safer.  Nonetheless, I found
Barbara and gave her the other envelope with a modified version of the same
speech.

   Paul let her get a good look at his face, then told her that the
bartender had another envelope and a copy of his passport.  Then he
surprised us both, and wrote an address in alto Gavea on a napkin.

   "This is my friend's house." He said, handing it to Barbara, "If you
don't see your friend in four days, tell the police to start looking here."

   As we started threading our way to the door, Paul talked briefly on his
cell phone to someone.  By the time we made it through the crowd and got
outside, there was a limousine waiting at the curb.

   As I settled into the luxurious leather interior, the enormity of what I
was doing crashed in on me, and with every fiber of my being I wanted to
escape!  What was I thinking?  Had I let my need for money blind me to the
danger?  Had I just sold my life for money I'd never get to spend?

   By the time Paul settled into the seat beside me, I was shivering with
dread.

   "Don't worry too much, Nicole." He put his big arm around me and held
me. He could have been keeping me safe or preventing my escape, I didn't
know.  It felt, though, the way I used to feel in Papai's arms, and I
relaxed a little.  No matter what was to come, I was committed.  I just
hoped I wasn't fooling myself about this American.

   The going was slow until we got away from the beach and headed west,
wending our way through Jardim Bot nico.  Eventually, the car turned into a
drive and stopped, headlights illuminating a massive iron gate set in a
stone wall.  A man in uniform shined a flashlight into the car,
illuminating each of our faces briefly.

   "Welcome back, Mr.  Sims!" he said to my companion.  "I see you had good
luck in your quest!"

   "Very good luck, Antonio!" Paul smiled at me, "Very good luck indeed!"

   Antonio smiled and opened the gate for us.

   The limo wound its way upward along the drive.  Ahead of us, Corcovado
towered in the gloom, the statue of Jesus invisible behind a layer of
cloud, it's presence indicated only by the glow of light from above the
cloud.

   Behind, the lights of Leblon and Ipanema winked and twinkled in the
night, and the lights of Copacabana cast reflections from the surface of
Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas.  I was sad for a moment, thinking one of those
lights in Ipanema shone from the lamp beside Papai's chair, where, surely,
he sat drinking again.

   The car slid to a halt and a tuxedoed butler opened the door and offered
his hand as I slipped from the spacious interior of the limousine, staring
in wonder at my surroundings.

   As we entered the cavernous hall behind the entry doors, the butler
politely asked, "May I take your dress, Madam?"

   I stared at him in shock, then at Paul.

   The American smiled indulgently, "You will not need the dress while you
are here.  Paolo will see that it is properly cared for."

   "But, but..." I sputtered, trying to think of something to say.

   "Come, now, Nicole." Paul patiently interrupted, "You weren't brought
here to attend a cocktail party.  The dress will only be in the way. 
Everyone in the household knows why you are here, so you might as well
prepare yourself now for what is to come.  While you're at it, you might as
well give Paolo your underthings and purse, as well.  Keep only the shoes.
The floors in some parts of this place can be hard on the feet."

   Trembling with outrage, but realizing that this was the sort of thing a
puta must endure for her money, especially the kind of money he was paying
me, I slipped off my dress and bra and panties, handing them defiantly to
the butler.

   Both men unabashedly appraised my figure, and I blushed from head to
toe, as they took in my large peitos and followed my waist down to my
shaven buceta (I found it easier to keep myself completely hairless than to
try to take only enough that it doesn't show in my bikinis, especially the
thongs!).  I had a bit more around the waist than some girls, but with my
larger tetas and wide hips, the boys told me it just made me look more
voluptous.

   My three inch heels set off my legs to perfection, making them look
longer than my short stature would seem to allow.

   Paul walked around me, appraising my butt by cupping my cheeks in his
hands and squeezing.  I could not believe I was standing here in the
entrance hall of a rich man's house being groped like a piece of meat!

   A darkly tanned, well dressed couple entered from an archway to the
right as Paul finished his inspection.  He nodded to the butler, who
departed with my belongings.

   "Paul!" the woman gushed in a cultured Brazilian accent, "What a lovely
surprise!  What have you brought for us!"

   "Nicole," Paul sounded the perfect host, "I'd like to introduce you to
Helô and Joao, our hosts.  They own this lovely house and graciously allow
me to stay here when I'm in Rio."

   Turning to face me, he continued, "Helô, Joao, meet Nicole...?"

   "Andrade!" I filled in, bobbing my head and trying not to sink through
the floor in my embarrassment, "Nicole Andrade!"

   They each shook my hand.  The woman said as she took my hand in both of
hers, "You may call me Mistress Heloisa, and no, I'm not the original
Garota de Ipanema, it is merely coincidence that we have the same name.  No
one has written songs about me!"

   Like Paul before them, they critically inspected my naked body, walking
all the way around, as if appraising a piece of statuary.

   "Bunduda!  (Nice butt!)" Joao murmured, as he passed behind me.

   "Come!" said Helô, taking my hand, "Let's go to the playroom!"

   "How old are you, Nicole?" my hostess asked as we walked casually down
hallway after hallway.

   "Eighteen." I lied.

   The tall blonde woman raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Don't lie to
me young lady!"

   I was trembling as I replied, "Fifteen."

   Helô's face lit with a beautiful smile as she replied in a whisper,
"Lovely!"

   Finally, we came to a large double door that Joao opened with a key. 
His wife swept me inside with an arm around my waist.

   "Come in, dear." she said pleasantly, displaying the contents of the
large room with a sweep of her hand, "This will be your home for the next
two days!"

   My knees buckled, and had she not supported me, I would have fallen. 
The room contained such a hellish assortment of whips, chains, and places
to tie a person that I was sure I had died and been sent straight to hell
for my sins!  My heart thumped within my chest, and I could not draw a
breath, but my eyes would not close!  They darted from one unbelievable
device to another.  Somewhere in all this fear and confusion, I became
aware of liquid running down my leg as my bladder emptied involuntarily.

   What had I gotten myself into!  Nothing could have prepared me for this!

   "Here, dear," Helô said solicitously, "Just hold on to these handles to
support yourself."

   She raised my hands above my head, and I gratefully took the handholds
offered, not really noticing the clicks as something closed over my hands.

   The next thing I knew, I was being raised into the air, and I couldn't
let go!

   "Wha?" I cried.

   Before I could even form a coherent question, my legs were spread far
apart by chains attached to fleece-lined cuffs, and I hung, spread-eagled,
a couple of feet off the floor.

   The blonde carioca caressed my exposed pussy, slipping first one, then
two long, slender fingers deep inside me.  I was only vaguely aware of the
rustle of clothing behind me.

   I felt something cold touch my butthole, and a long, slippery finger
wormed its way inside, joining the two invading me from the front.  Jesus,
Mary and Joseph help me!  It was too much!  I was lost in a sea of
conflicting feelings.  My pussy leaked around the woman's fingers, and my
virgin butt suckled at the member sliding back and forth within it.

   A second slippery digit joined the first in my back hole, and to my
utter disgust, I pushed back to meet it, despite the pain of entry!

   Never, in my wildest nightmares, despite the warnings Paul had given me
at the club, would I have imagined finding myself in such a situation -
bound helplessly before not one, but three adults, who seemed intent on
ravaging my almost virgin body!

   I started reciting the rosary under my breath as the beautiful blonde
woman pressed her body against my side, fingers still working me fore and
aft, and captured a stiffened nipple between her sensuous lips.

   I gasped and lost my place as she bit the tender nubbin, not hard, but
sharply enough to send lightning straight to my pussy!

   Removing her mouth from my aching nipple, Helô asked, "How many men have
you been with, putinha?"

   "Only three, Mistress!" I replied, "Two boys from my school and one
gringo with a tiny cacete..."

   "And did they use condoms, Nicole?" she whispered.

   "Yes, Mistress Heloisa!"

   "Very good!" she smiled, "In that case, Joao and Paul will ride
'bareback'!  Do not worry, little one, they are clean!"

   "Tell me, Nicole Andrade," the blonde witch asked softly, "why are you
so desperate that you would put yourself in such a dangerous situation for
money?"

   "I do not want to tell you, Mistress!" I cried, "It is too shameful!"

   "But you must, piranha!" she cooed, "Else I shall have to take one of
those lovely whips to you.  If I do, I will whip not only your backside,
but your peitos and your little bald xaninha!  Believe me, you WILL tell me
what I want to know!"

   "No, Mistress Heloisa!" I cried, "Please do not whip me!"

   "Then tell me, you little chupadora de pica (cocksucker)!" she hissed.

   "It-it's my father, Mistress!" I wailed "Ever since Mamãe died, he
drinks too much!  I try to clean and cook for him like Mamãe did, but now,
oh God!  Now Papai wants me to be his lover too!"

   "And you thought a life of prostitution would be better than being
Papai's little vagabunda (tramp)?" Heloisa queried.

   "No, Mistress." I whispered, "But I thought I might make enough money to
get away and live on my own!"

   "I see..." she murmured, "Well, let's get the festivities started, I
think the boys are about ready!"

   My eyes followed her gaze to find Joao and Paul standing naked with
startlingly large erections!

   Joao was a few inches shorter than Paul, but his caralho (cock) was
longer, though thinner.  It jutted out from his groin at a sharp upward
angle, and curved upward even more in the middle.

   Paul was an impressive physical specimen.  His muscles weren't bulky,
but when they moved under his skin, their outlines could be clearly seen.
When Helô reached out to stroke both of them, Paul's cock was thicker than
her wrist, and almost as long as Joao's.

   "I think," Helô said, staring lustfully at my suspended body, "that you
should start, Joao.  But be careful.  I don't think she's had anything in
there but my fingers."

   The handsome Brazilian strode behind me, and grasped my hips.  I
trembled in anticipation and fear.  I had never been fucked from behind,
and had never dreamed of being drilled by such a formidable spear.

   I cocked my hips backward to give him better access to my weeping xana,
in the forlorn hope that by so doing I would prevent serious damage.  To my
shock, he placed the bulging spearhead of his brown pole at the entrance to
my ass, instead!  Before I could react, the purple plum popped through my
spasming ring, and I shrieked.  It wasn't that it was so painful, though
there was plenty of pain!  I simply did not know something that large could
go into me there!

   Joao held still for a little while, and my butt got a little more
accustomed to having him there.  Soon, though, he slid further inward,
coming up against a barrier inside me.  He held my hip bones and pushed.  I
screamed again as he slipped past whatever was resisting him.  It felt as
though a hot poker had been shoved deep into my colon!

   By the time his pubic hair flattened against the pale skin of my
buttocks, I could feel my insides rearranging themselves to make room for
the rigid pipe that invaded my intestines.

   My mind was lost in a maelstrom!  This could not be possible!  How could
such a large object reach so far into my little teenaged body!

   The phallus jerked and twitched inside me, sending shocks up my spine.
The liquid running down my thigh this time could not have been from my
bladder.

   Was it possible that I was aroused by being fucked in the ass by a large
cock?  'Oh please, Mother Mary, save me!  Tell me it isn't so!' I remember
thinking, even as my body started undulating along the impossible length of
that warm, hard shaft!

   When she saw this, Helô came to me and whispered in my ear, her breath
tickling my hair, "You are very sensual, little one!  I think I will add to
your experience a bit..."

   So saying, she took a small metal thing and attached it to my right
nipple.  The sharpness of the pain in my supersensitive nipple took my
breath away!  Before I could recover, she let go of the weight that still
rested in her hand.  It dropped to the end of a short chain attached to the
thing that was biting my nipple, tugging downward and spiking my breast
with ice cold needles!

   I cried out as my mind reeled!  What was this devil woman doing to me?
Was she a practitioner of Macumba performing some secret ritual on my
vulnerable body?

   My butt, unheeding, slid faster and faster along her husband's pole, and
a river of fluid ran down my legs.

   Then she attached another metal thing to my left nipple.  When she
dropped the weight from that one, I saw stars!

   'Oh Jesus!' I remember thinking, 'Saviour of us all!  Save me from this
demon!'

   I wasn't sure, though, if the demon from whom I needed saving was Helô
or myself!

   Joao pulled me fully onto himself and held me as Paul and his
frightening cock approached me from the front.  Suspended and spread as I
was, I could do nothing to protect my fragile little buceta as he socketed
the dripping red apple at the end of that enormous cudgel.

   Surely he wouldn't, couldn't enter me at the same time!

   I cried in bestial pain and surreal lust as the beautiful American slid
inexorably inward, guided by the rigid shaft of his friend's cock, already
buried within me.  My poor pussy stretched and stretched!

   When he hit bottom, there were at least 12cm of pulsing manflesh still
bridging the gap between us!

   Joao withdrew while Paul held still and some strange copy of Nicole
wailed her loss at the emptiness.  As the Brazilian started inward, the
American began his withdrawal.

   Oh God!  I cannot describe the incredible feeling!  I was never empty
and never full, but there was this eternal sliding sensation within me!

   They picked up the pace, gradually, and I watched in awe as more and
more of the gigantic club of the American disappeared inside that other
Nicole.

   Finally, as Paul ground his pubic hair against her bare mound, my mind
shattered, and I rocketed off into an anguished climax, knowing my soul was
damned forever for giving in so completely to the barbarian pleasures of
these, these, pagans!

   When I came back to the debauched world into which I had thrown myself,
Joao and Paul were driving in together and withdrawing together, like one
gigantic bestial penis.  They filled me so incredibly full as they pounded
into me, and left a huge, sucking void when they withdrew.  Thinking was
beyond me at this point.  I was just a cavernous, wet hole, doing my best
to swallow those incredible spark-shooting organs deep inside my mindless
body.

   The weights attached to my nipples bounced and danced with the impact of
each thrust, multiplying the sensations that overloaded my inexperienced
nervous system.

   I started a guttural cave-growl that rose in pitch until human ears
could no longer hear it.  My hips blurred as they danced back and forth
between the invading cocks, unable to decide which I wanted most inside me.
My pelvis circled at the end of each inward stroke, stirring my guts with
those enormous rods!

   Wham!  Wham!  WHAM!

   Those giant cocks battered against my poor abused body, then suddenly
froze.  Incredibly, they swelled even larger!  Wave after wave of pulsation
ran along each shaft, from point of entry to the center of my body.  When
the first wave hit, a gush of warmth flooded my guts, front and rear!

   My body exploded, filling me with undreamed of sensations!  Fire ran
from my groin and the tips of my nipples to the ends of my bound fingers
and toes.  My scalp tightened so much my long hair must have stood on end!
I raised myself with my arms and dropped, impaling my holes fully on those
incredible, life-giving staffs!  BLAM!  I was gone...

   When I regained consciousness, soft, warm lips were kissing mine as I
lay supine on something.  I think my hands and feet were bound, but I'm not
sure.  It just didn't seem important.

   Something was nudging at the entrance to my little pussy, and I
obligingly opened to allow it easier entry.

   "My turn now, little Nicole" a feminine voice breathed in my ear.

   I only nodded.  In my dissolved state, it seemed only natural.

   Whatever nudged at my entrance became more insistent.  I tried to look,
but Helô's face blocked my view.  She was concentrating hard on something.
The pressure increased, and suddenly, something huge, even bigger than
Paul's penis, bulled its way inside.

   The lassitude that had held me was gone in an instant!  I cried out, but
it was muffled by the woman's mouth.

   Her tongue invaded my mouth as that monster phallus, or whatever it was,
invaded my insides.

   I finally realized that somehow, it was attached to her, in somewhat the
same location as a man's penis.  The blonde grunted with each thrust, and I
reciprocated.

   I caught movement from the corner of my eye, and noticed a mirror in
which were reflected an attractive older woman and a young girl.  The odd
thing was, the older woman seemed to be intent on shoving her massive cock
into the young girl's body!

   The older woman gave a mighty push, and I felt the huge thing inside me
push things aside.  Oh my God!  I was watching Helô fuck me in the mirror!
She was naked except for some sort of harness thing around her hips.

   Closer inspection gave me to realize that the horsecock she was forcing
into me was made of plastic and must be attached to that harness!

   "This isn't a spectator sport, dear!" she hissed in my ear, "Help me get
this inside you so I can fuck you good, or so help me, I'll take you to the
stables and let the horses do it!"

   Could she do such a thing!  Surely not!  But just as surely, I didn't
want to find out!

   I pushed and grunted, whining occasionally at the unbearable stretching
of my poor little buceta!

   It took several minutes but finally, she rested, panting, on top of me,
her own bare mound flattened against mine.

   "Now, filha da puta (literally, daughter of a whore)," she rasped,
"you're going to get FUCKED!"

   She raised her torso off mine, and I discovered that my nipples were
tethered to hers!  The higher she raised herself, the more elongated our
tetas became, and the more painfully they stretched!

   When she had the tension at a level that suited her, Mistress Heloisa
started slam-fucking me!  I know no other way to describe what she did with
that elephant dick of hers!

   I saw stars with each plunge she made into my body!  Over and over,
harder and harder, all the way out, all the way in!  Sometimes she ground
against me, but mostly she just battered me, over and over, harder and
harder!

   I started cumming on about the fifth stroke!  I came, and I came, and I
came!  Holy father forgive me, but I climbed higher and higher and higher
and this devil woman pounded me to a pulp with her magic staff!

   "That's right, puta!" she hissed, as her hips pounded me "Cum for
Mistress Heloisa!  Cum!  Again!  Again!"

   She slammed even harder, and I did her bidding, I came non-stop for an
eternity!

   Finally, unbelievably, it ended.  The blonde went rigid and threw
herself against the chains that bound our peitos together, shrieking her
own climax as her hips vibrated and shuddered against me.  Then she
collapsed, gasping, on top of me.

   I had no time to rest.  The surface under my head collapsed, causing my
neck to bend backward over the edge.  When I opened my eyes, a pair of
tanned male legs joined together at the base of a very long cock filled my
vision, upside down.

   The legs bent and Joao tipped his cock down, aligning it with my panting
mouth.  I had sucked boys from school to stop them from trying to fuck me,
but none of them had equipment like this!

   "Earn your money, putinha." Joao said gently, "Open up!"

   I tried to remember to keep my teeth away from his sensitive flesh as
the spearpoint of his slender weapon slipped between my lips.  I thought
that if I sucked and swirled my tongue around that purple knob, that he
would be satisfied, like the boys had been, but his advance never stopped.
I choked and tried not to vomit.  Tears sprang unbidden from my eyes as the
invader battered the entrance to my throat and slid all the way in until
the soft, warm sack of his balls rested on my nose.

   Every tiny pulse or movement brought fresh waves of nausea, until,
finally, I learned to tilt my head further back and breathe through my
nose. This gave him a straight path down my spasming throat, while
providing much needed oxygen for my struggling brain.

   As soon as I settled down a little, he started fucking my mouth, just as
he had my ass.  Long, steady strokes.  All the way in, all the way out.

   I felt the woman's weight lifted off of me as I concentrated on not
being choked and not throwing up.  The ties came off my nipples, but the
plastic phallus stayed deeply embedded within me.

   "How would you like to be my little hand-puppet?" Mistress Heloisa cooed
in that oh-so-sexy voice of hers.

   I had no clue what that meant, and I cast my eyes sideways, watching the
mirror like a slideshow between slaps of Joao's balls.

   Helô knelt between my legs and tugged at the base of the plastic cock. I
was astounded at how long it took to slide that monster out of me.  She
cast it aside and smeared some gooey, gelatinous substance on her hand and
wrist.

   The blonde witch made a solid spear out of her fingers and thumb, and in
a single thrust buried her entire hand inside me.  The wide part, where her
thumb joined, stretched my opening only a little.

   Once inside, she spread her fingers like the legs of a spider.  When her
sharp nails dug into the walls of my abused vagina, it felt like a large
crab walking inside of me.  By now, I had ceased being surprised at my
body's betrayals, but this was too much!  My pussy clamped down on her hand
and I came again!  My scream vibrated against the shaft of Joao's cock as
it plunged down my throat.

   Paul spread some of the gooey stuff on his monster cock as he knelt
behind our hostess.  Without preamble, he slid full-length in to her ass.
Instead of screaming, as I expected, the blonde moaned and arched as if
having that monster in her butt was the most delicious feeling in the
world!

   I had no time to marvel at this.  The woman curled her fingers into a
fist and started pounding my cervix in time with Paul's pounding of her
ass, shrieking to high heaven with every stroke.  I could feel every one of
her bony knuckles as they bruised my sensitive flesh!

   Joao was not unaffected by the sights and sounds either.  He stroked
faster and harder in opposition to his wife's thrusts - they bottomed out
together, and withdrew together.  I was nothing more than a conduit for
their three-way lust.  I felt as if they were masturbating with my body,
and that thought sent me into another series of climaxes.

   I felt more stretching at my poor pussy, and in the mirror, saw Helô's
elbow parting my folds!  Impossible!  I couldn't possibly have the woman's
entire fist and forearm inside me, but I did!

   Thrashing and screaming around the plundering pole in my throat I went
off to a distant nebula, floating an eternity among the stars, only to be
yanked back by the pulsing of the cock in my throat, as it spewed man seed
straight into my belly.

   For the next three days, those insatiatiable demons used and abused me,
allowing me only time for meals and the occasional brief nap, and by
morning of the fourth day, my tired, bruised body had to be helped to the
shower.  The warm water helped revive me a little, and when I came out, my
dress and underwear awaited me, having been laundered better than I was
ever able to manage.

   Yes, I consented to stay the extra day, and not just for the money...

   Paolo guided me to a room where the others, looking none the worse for
wear, sat around a table, finishing breakfast.  Suddenly, I was ravenous. A
heaping plate was set before me, and I do not believe I took a breath until
it was clean.

   With a sigh, I sat back in my chair, noting that now, only Helô kept me
company.

   She slid an envelope across to me.  "That is the rest of what Paul
promised you, Nicole.  You have earned every real.  Joao and I added a bit,
because we felt you deserved it.  This, and what you already have should be
enough for you to live on your own without whoring for quite some time."

   I took the envelope and stuffed it into my purse without looking into
it. "Thank you, Mistress Heloisa."

   She gave a snort of disgust.  "That was the game we played yesterday. 
You have done your part and don't need to play anymore.  Please, call me
Helô"

   I lowered my eyes.  "Thank you, Helô"

   "There is something I want to discuss with you, Nicole." Helô turned
somber, picking at something on the table.  "The money will not solve your
problem.  You still have to finish school, or your life will be wasted.  If
you go to school, your father will find you, and he will make the
authorities bring you home, then he will spend your money on booze, and
you'll be in worse danger."

   I looked at her in shock.  What she said was true, I just had not
thought that far ahead!

   "Then what am I to do?!" I wailed in despair.

   "Live here, with me and Joao.  We will adopt you and make sure your
drunken father cannot get near you unless you are well guarded." she
replied, gazing intently at my face.

   I did not know what to say!  How could this woman who had used me as her
puta for three days make such an offer to such as I?

   "D-do you mean it, Helô?" I asked, not daring to hope.

   "Yes, I do, Nicole." she smiled, "Joao and I have discussed it and we
agree.  You must stay here and we will put you in a better school.  One
where your father cannot get to you."

   Another thought occurred to me.  "Will you still want me to...?"

   Her smile broadened, "At every opportunity!  When you are not occupied
with school work or other activities, that is.  Only you won't be paid, and
you can say 'no' to anything, at anytime."

   I smiled shyly and went around the table to hug her.  "That won't be
very often, I think!"

   Paul and Joao went with me in the limo to collect my things.  We stopped
first at the club and collected the envelope I had left there.

   We found Barbara waiting for a bus down the street from her house.  When
the big black car stopped beside her, she was afraid until I stuck my head
out and smiled at her.  She rode with us to Papai's place, and I filled her
in on what had happened.  She was very happy for me, especially when I told
her she could keep the envelope she was holding for me.

   Papai tried to raise a fuss, but when he saw Paul and Joao and the
driver, all come to help me move, he subsided quickly.

   "I'm sorry to leave you like this, Papai," I wept as I stood in the
doorway while Joao and the driver took the few things I wanted to keep to
the car.  "but I cannot stay here and wait for you to rape me!  I will see
to it that your bills are paid so that you will always have a place to
live, but you will have to find your own money to get drunk!"

   With that, I fled down the stairs, into the limo that took me to my new
life.

   Now, I have permanent rings in my nipples and in my clitoris.  I am
always horny, but I have never been happier.  Is that so wrong, Padre?

   Padre?  I realize this has been a very long confession.  Are you all
right in there?  You're breathing so hard!

   Yes, Padre.  Yes.  But what about penance?

   What kind of 'special penance'?

   At the rectory?  Every week?

   Without my clothes!  Padre, forgive me, but the penance is beginning to
sound a lot like the sin!

   No, Padre.  No, I didn't know that was why priests stayed celibate.

   So, the purity of the seed will cancel the sin?  Yes, gladly, Padre!

   How many times, Padre?

   Oh!  Are you sure it will need all of the priests?

   Very well, Padre, tomorrow night.

   Yes, at the rectory.

   No, no I won't wear any, Padre.

   You're sure he'll forgive me, Padre?

   He IS a merciful God!
   Yes, Padre, no matter how long, or how many priests it takes!