Author: Dr. Gamble                    
Title: Father's Day
Summary: The story of a father who has dinner and more
with his two daughters.
Keywords: MF+ nc rape Mdom violent tort bd inc 1st

This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue
reading if you are not of age to do so.  This story is a part
of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and
violent torture of a non-consenting nature.  The content of
these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be
confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the
activities depicted.  While some of these stories contain
characters who are subjected to various situations including
slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts
against nature, remember that both the victims and
perpetrators are characters and not real people.

FATHER'S DAY


I always considered myself really lucky.  I mean I grew up
in a nice house in a quiet neighborhood up in Marin County,
California not more than a half hour from the Golden Gate.
We had everything.  My sister Constance and I both had our
own rooms which overlooked the Pacific Ocean.  Connie is
a year younger than me and we've always been close, pretty
much sharing everything.  My father worked in San
Francisco as a vice president at the Bank of America and
Mom belonged to practically every women's club in town.

My family was much closer when I was little. We did a lot
of things together and that seemed to continue up until I got
into high school when Mom and Dad sort of drifted apart.
Connie and I figured that he couldn't deal with the fact that
we were becoming women. Whatever it was we also sensed
that there was more than Bank of America business that he
was working on when he went on his increasingly frequent
trips. It was pretty common at our house. I think he was
gone more than he was home and I think that Mom was just
as happy when he was gone. I know Mom knew about what
he was doing on his trips although we never talked about it.
Of course she was seeing someone else too and we never
talked about that either. I know they had talked about
breaking up once the two of us had graduated from high
school and now that Connie had turned eighteen it seemed
that it was going to happen any day.

That spring Connie was still a senior and I had enrolled at a
small university nearby in San Rafael so that I was still able
to come home on weekends. With the way things were at
home it seemed like we were all each other had and she
always looked forward to seeing me every Friday afternoon.
We would go out together every weekend, sometimes with
guys, sometimes just by ourselves, anything to get away.

It was a Friday night in June, Father's Day weekend. Daddy
was out of town, of course, and Mom was off with her
boyfriend, so we had gone out to a movie that Connie
wanted to see. I remember seeing this one guy in the mall
while we were shopping before the movie started and I
remember seeing him follow us into the theater. He wasn't
really all that unusual, maybe a bit bigger and more ugly
than average, but he was alone and must have sat
somewhere behind us. I didn't think anything of it until after
the movie was over and I noticed him again as he followed
us out into the parking lot.

The funny thing was that while I sensed he was following
us, every time I would turn around to look for him he wasn't
there.  It turned out that somehow he got ahead of us and
was waiting for us at my car. Since the mall was still open
and kind of crowded when we came in, the only place to
park was in the garage and kind of far away from the
theater. Unfortunately the movie we had been watching was
also one of the last to get out so that we were now in an
empty garage and pretty much alone. What was even more
unfortunate was that he had a gun.

I was more afraid for Connie than anything else and since it
was her who he grabbed from behind putting his hand over
her mouth as he pushed the gun against her head. "All right
ladies," he slowly and quietly said in the scariest voice I had
ever heard. "Make no noise and do just what I say and I
won't have to use this thing, okay?"

Connie and I both froze and he stared at me until I slowly
nodded yes. I couldn't remember what I was supposed to
do. I guess it didn't really matter since I couldn't have gotten
that gun away from him anyway and Connie was starting to
cry. He motioned for me to get behind the wheel of my car
and he took Connie and pulled her into the back seat with
him.

We drove out onto the street and had only gone a few
blocks when he directed me into a mini storage place. He
had me stop in front of one of the roll up doors and that was
last thing I remember as he sunk a needle into my shoulder.
When I woke up again I was alone in a very different place
and kind of nauseous.

It was dark but from the little bit of light leaking in from
under the door I could see that I was in what appeared to be
a small hotel room. I was still in my clothes and lying on a
smelly single bed and besides the dresser, a chair and the
table next to the bed, there wasn't much to it. There was a
small bathroom and once I found the light switch I managed
to avoid the roaches long enough to relieve myself and wash
my face.

Feeling a little better I went back into the room, checked the
door, which as I had guessed was locked, and sat down in
the chair trying to figure out what I should do next. From
the empty feeling in my stomach I surmised that it must be
at least the next day since we were captured. However, I
had no sooner sat down when I heard a key in the lock and
the door swung open. It was the same guy from before.

He stood in the door staring at me until I stood up and
demanded, "Where is my sister? What have you done with
her?"

"Shut up bitch!" he snapped. "You'll be together with her in
just a few minutes and if you're a good girl she'll be just fine.
You act up and I promise that she'll be punished. Now I'm
the one whose in charge here so you just shut the fuck up.
Okay? You hear me?"

I nodded. Somehow it suddenly seemed to make perfect
sense to me as to what he wanted me to do next and when
he finally ordered me to strip I wasn't at all surprised. Of
course he stood there in the doorway with a big arrogant
smirk on his face as I undressed. I took my time but
eventually I found myself in my panties and bra.

It's kind of strange when you think about it that when over
half the population has a female body basically just like mine
and if you wanted to see any part of the female anatomy all
you would need to do would be to spend a few minutes on
the internet, my little body seemed to have some sort of
magical attraction for him. As for me, I wasn't too anxious
to be standing naked in front of this guy not so much
because I was embarrassed or even that I would miss the
personal dignity those last two thin pieces of cloth allowed
me. I mainly figured that I was about to be violently raped
by this lunatic and wasn't too excited for it to begin any time
soon.

"What the hell you waitin' for?" he asked smugly, breaking
the moment of silence. "Let's get on with it here. We haven't
got all night." Then he added laughing, "Where did you get
that little Fisher-Price bra of yours from anyway?"

Like most Asian girls I knew, my breasts weren't all that big
but I also knew that it didn't matter. He could call me
anything he wanted. The thing I was more concerned about
was my virginity. It was something that I had always
planned to save for my future husband, a kind of gift for
that one man I would spend the rest of my life with. Now it
was pretty apparent that my plan wasn't to be and I instead
began to think about what was happening to Connie as I
took off the rest of my clothes.

He didn't seem to be too concerned with what I was
thinking and to my surprise didn't seem too interested in
raping me right at that moment either. Instead he
handcuffed my hands in front of me and led me out of the
room and down the narrow hallway. The place definitely
looked like an old abandoned hotel and I began to wonder if
we were the only ones there when he stopped and opened
one of the doors leading me into another room which was
made up like some sort of bizarre torture chamber.

This room had a painted cement floor and the walls were all
brick, some covered with stucco in various states of decay.
Actually one wall was covered with all kinds of bizarre and
ominous looking things made of leather and shiny steel. I
didn't know exactly what most of them were for, but I had a
pretty good guess, and I figured that I was soon enough
going to be personally introduced to each of them first hand.

He led me to the middle of the room and lowering a hook
from the ceiling attached my handcuffs to it. Reversing the
winch motor he then pulled my hands up toward the ceiling
until I was standing on my toes. Leaving me there he went
to the wall and pulled a large rusted metal table out to the
middle of the room next to me and then he lifted me up on it
so that I was standing on it in front of him. The table had
two metal straps with chains laying on it which he first put
around my ankles and then attached to rings embedded in
the top of the table at each end, spreading my legs wide
apart as he did so. Then he took up the slack in the chain on
my handcuffs until he had me securely stretched between
the ceiling and the table, my legs wide open to him.

He did these things so fast that I really didn't know what
was happening. That was just as well because suddenly
things got surreal when he came up behind me with an
enema bag. I felt him applying some kind of lubricant to my
anus and as I turned my head he began to press the tip of
the nozzle into me. It hurt and when I screamed he slapped
my butt and pushed it all the way in. The discomfort quickly
changed to abdominal cramping as he emptied the fluid in
the bag into my rectum.

Once the bag had emptied he pulled the nozzle out and
smiled, "Hold it in there for a couple minutes or you'll regret
it." I didn't doubt him and in spite of the pain I managed to
hold the mixture until he set a small plastic tub between my
legs and slapped my rear. It was all so humiliating as I
relieved myself but I had no choice since the cramping had
become overwhelming and I really couldn't hold it in any
longer. The relief was incredible and figuring the worst had
to be over I took a big breath just as he knelt down in front
of me with another tube.

This tube was much smaller and was going to an altogether
different place. Spreading my vaginal lips open he began
probing around inside my pussy. There is no way to
describe my feelings as is finger invaded my body, freely
exploring my most private areas while I stood there spread
eagled and unable to do anything to stop him. After his little
inspection he started to insert the tube he was holding up
into my urethra and I was introduced to a whole new
burning sensation as my bladder emptied out onto the table
and floor.

Leaving that tube in place he produced still another nozzle
which he was about to use to douche my vagina when he
suddenly stopped and looked up at me. "What the fuck," he
laughed as he poked at me. "You've still got your cherry
down here. Man. I'm just going to irrigate around this thing
a little. Don't want to hurt that little sweetheart. It's sure
going to make everything a lot more interesting tonight. I'll
bet your little sister's probably the same way too isn't she?"

I didn't answer. I was kind of relieved that he didn't know
about Connie since I figured that meant she was probably
still all right but I still had no idea what he was up to. He
yanked the tube out of me and began pulling on my pubic
hair. It was both a surprise and it hurt and I screamed.

"Look at that," he grinned. "Pull her by the hair and she just
screams. That stuff has gotta come off!" He produced a can
of shaving cream and a razor and immediately went at
shaving everything down there. Once he finished he turned
the hose he had on me and gave me a shower, shampooing
my hair and washing me everywhere until he was satisfied
that I was clean. Then after drying me off with several
surprisingly soft towels I was unhooked from the ceiling and
floor and led back out to the hallway.

This time we went to the end of the hall, entering a what
looked like a large dining room with a giant fireplace and a
long heavy wooden table which was covered with a heavy
white tablecloth. He sat me on one end of the table and then
laid me back so that my legs were still hanging off the edge.
Then he picked up my feet one at a time and enclosing metal
straps which were already attached to the table around each
of my ankles, he attached them one at a time to the edge of
the tabletop so that my legs were spread wide open on the
table's edge and tightly secured to it. Then he undid my
handcuffs and fastened my wrists with other straps in much
the same way. This all left me immobile and bound to the
table top, my genitals obscenely and openly displayed to
whoever sat down in front of me. 

He stepped back to look everything over and then without a
word left. I was alone there for at least an hour before he
returned with Connie. I was both happy and distressed to
see her. At least she appeared to be still all right and since
she was naked, handcuffed and her hair was still wet I
guessed that she had been treated the same way as I had
been. Our eyes met and she managed a small smile but he
quickly led her to the other end of the table where she was
tied to it in much the same way except facing the other
direction.

He worked with amazing efficiency through all of this and it
became quite apparent that he had likely done all of this
with other victims before and that he must have been under
some sort of deadline to finish whatever it was that he was
doing. After he finished hooking Connie to the top of the
table he left for a few moments and then returned with a
tray of seafood which he immediately started to decorate us
with.

It was bizarre to say the least as he decorated us with
various things like we were some sort of banquet
centerpieces. At least that was until I realized that our part
in the dinner which he seemed to be planning was to be the
dessert. Of course the fact that the serving area of his dinner
was being prepared in the area of our openly displayed
private parts made it that much more incredulous.

Starting on the table and working its way up past the lips of
my pussy and then onto my tummy he laid out a bed of
lettuce to which he added various things such as oil and
vinegar and spices of some sort. On top of that and working
down from my tummy he began to spread out a thick gooey
layer of ginko and pine nuts held together by honey and
palm sugar with a sprinkling of grapes "for color" held
between two large shrimp looking things. He was quite
proud of the recipe and explained to us in great detail all
about ginko and pine nuts and how they function as
aphrodisiacs while working on gooping the stuff all over
and even into our genitals, squeezing the sticky mixture
between my lips and up into my vaginal opening.

Finishing up his oddly pornographic creation he kept
checking his watch and then quickly pulled a hard plastic
ball with a strap on it off the cart. Placing the ball in my
mouth he ran the strap around my head, securing it in place
and creating a very effective gag. He also gagged Connie in
the same way before going back to the large stainless steel
chafing dish he had on the cart, removing from it two big
round fish. Still very warm from being cooked, he placed
them on the bed of lettuce covering our tummies allowing
the hot juices to drip through the lettuce onto us, and then
produced two white cloth bags which he placed over our
heads before leaving the room with the food cart.

Just a few short minutes later he returned with his dinner
guest.

I could her them talking as they came down the hall toward
the room. As he came into the room the guy finished his
conversation by saying, "You might say that I'm just doing
my best to keep these kids off drugs."

After that there was complete silence.

Apparently the sight of us displayed on that table rendered
the guest speechless. He remained that way for the longest
time before saying "Man. Did you ever wonder just where
all these little darlings come from?" The voice was strangely
familiar. Although I couldn't place it, it seemed that I had
heard this voice before. I cringed to think that somebody I
knew was seeing us tied up like this.

However, the guy removed all doubt about who his guest
was when he added, "They've certainly got all the right parts
and it looks like they're all in the right places. It's what men
want Mr Kim. It's pretty much what all men want."

Mr. Kim! Daddy! That was who the guest was! What was
Daddy doing here!

"You just sit right here Mr. Kim and I'll take the one over
there," the guy continued. "Now look at that. The nicest
little tits you'll ever see." I could hear him walk over to
where Connie was tied to the table and then I heard his
guest standing right in front of me.

I could feel him looking at me and then he said while
laughing, "Shit. Those aren't tits. Those little bumps on her
chest? No kiddin'. I've had pimples bigger than those
things."

He sat down, pulling his chair up to me and I could feel his
chopsticks lifting the bits of food that the guy had placed on
my tummy. Between bites of food he was talking with the
guy about business stuff and except for a few occasional but
purposeful stabs at my pussy and nipples he didn't seem to
pay much attention to me. He obviously didn't know who
the masked girls were that he was eating off of.

I didn't hear or wasn't really paying attention to most of
their conversation but it seemed like the Bank of America
was planning to sell its stake in the KorAm Bank of Korea
to foreign investors so that it could increase its own branch
operations in Korea. It seemed that Daddy had decided to
make the deal more profitable by hiring the guy to cook the
books in order to make the KorAm Bank appear more
solvent than it really was.

Whatever. At that moment I was really not interested in the
banking industry but in those chopsticks which I could feel
moving closer and closer to my pussy.

"And there it is," Daddy exclaimed as he lifted the lettuce
away which had been concealing my labial lips. "The
clamshell of love."

I wanted to scream but there was no way with the gag I was
wearing. He had begun to pick out the bits of food that had
been crammed between my lips. He had also begun drinking
the wine the guy had given him so that it seemed like half
the time he would miss and pinch me somewhere down
there.

"Look at that little pussy on her. It's all puffed up," he
drunkenly laughed. Am I turning you on honey? You look
like you're just coming apart at the seams here. You're little
flaps are even hanging out."

He then started to really poke at me. I couldn't think straight
anymore. My own father was poking at my pussy.
Molesting me in front of another man and getting drunker
by the minute.

"What's this thing here?" I screamed through my gag as he
poked a chop stick into my clitoris. "That little bubble ain't
part of the salad. That's your clit. Kinda sensitive isn't it."
He poked at it again and I screamed again just as loud or
louder.

"Hey there," the guy said to him. "Be careful. Just eat the
food. Don't be munching on the dishes."

Daddy began to quickly wipe the remaining salad off of my
tummy and out of my crotch area, it becoming increasingly
apparent that he had finished eating and was now interested
in something altogether different. "That's okay," he replied.
I'm more curious about that wide open hole there, just
begging for some action. I'll bet that little hole goes all the
way up to your throat."

He then began digging his chopsticks deep into the opening
to my vagina. I had so many thoughts flashing through my
mind. Why did I let Connie and me get kidnaped in the first
place? I should have been more careful. How could I have
been so stupid? Was this all really my fault? What if I tell
someone and they don't believe me that this happened? How
could my own father do this to me? I can't really blame him.
He doesn't know who I am. I was going crazy from all the
multiple simultaneous feelings I had. Shame. Guilt. Anger.
Fear. But most of all disbelief. How could this happen to
me?

"Stroke it!" he yelled at me. I felt something moist poking at
my right hand and then recoiled in horror when I realized it
was his erect penis. "Stroke it!" he yelled again as his hand
landed on my breast and he clenched my nipple between his
finger and thumb.

I wrapped my hand around his tense penis and slowly began
to stroke it. I had never touched a man's penis before. I had
never even thought of Daddy as having one. That was when
it suddenly occurred to me that this thing in my hand was
going to have to fit inside me.

"You're going to have to tame the beast," he drunkenly
bellowed. "You know how to tame the beast don't you? Of
course you do. You've got all the equipment right there."

I lurched in my straps as his hand left my breast and came
down hard on my pussy. He withdrew his penis from my
hand and I immediately felt the thing pressing at my vaginal
opening. It was every bit as big as I had imagined. I tried to
relax myself down there but without much success and he
just kept pressing himself into me until with a sharp pain I
felt him slide up into me. He slowly pulled out a bit and then
pushed himself into me as far as he could, grunting as he did
so, his penis poking really deep into me and then pulled out
again. It was somewhat wetter down there now but while he
had seemed very careful as he tried to stick it into me, once
he had penetrated me he became strangely ferocious and
violent and began pounding himself into my pussy with all
his strength.

"I just love so much the feeling of sinking my cock into one
of those little beauties," he shouted to the other guy.
"Feeling them squirm and tighten around me until I just
explode in there."

What had been a sharp stabbing pain now just settled into a
dull overwhelming ache centering in my tummy. My vagina
had by now been stretched enough to hold him and it was
making low wet sloppy sounds as he continued to pump
himself in and out of me with increasing ferocity.

I could hear Connie and from the sounds coming from the
other end of the table knew that she was being raped as
well. I tried to weigh in my mind whether it was worse to be
raped by your father or a total stranger. Somehow it just
didn't seem to matter. How can one describe what it feels
like to have a living breathing man, any man, pulsing inside
of you? It was so incredibly humiliating and degrading.
Maybe it was just my body trying to keep him from tearing
me apart down there but at the same time his presence
pumping in and out of me turned on things deep inside me
that I had no control over. In spite of everything I could feel
myself getting all puffy and wet. It made me feel that much
more guilty and vulgar.

The guy who was raping Connie started grunting about then
and hearing him and Connie's moaning didn't help. After
only a short time the guy's groans abruptly became very
loud with Connie's final crying scream signaling his coming
in her. Just then, without warning, things got very wet.

Daddy tensed up and drove himself deep into me and held
himself there while he shivered and made funny growling
sounds from the orgasm he was having. He held himself
there and I could feel his erection slowly shrink allowing a
flood of his cum to drain past his shrinking penis and drain
out of me so that I found myself now laying in a steadily
growing cold puddle of his spent semen. When he finally
withdrew from me it gushed out even faster. I never
imagined that a man made that much cum.

I heard him sit in the chair as he caught his breath and I was
so glad it was finally all over. But it wasn't.

"So Mr. Kim," the guy began. "Did you enjoy your dinner?
Did you like your dessert?"

"Better than most," Daddy replied. "Better than most. She
had one tight little cherry on her. A virgin just like you
promised."

"That's right," he responded. "We had a contract. You
know what a contract is." There was a pause and then he
continued. "A contract is a deal, Mr. Kim, where you stick
to your word." He was moving now, standing closer. "It's a
deal where when your investors figure out that you've been
lying to them about KorAm's value you don't blame the guy
you hired to help you." There was another silence. "Yeah
well, when I found out what you were up to I went to your
investors and told them all about what your fucking bank
was planning to do to them."

Daddy stood up and screamed at him like I had never heard
him before, "You son of a bitch. I'll get you for this. I'll get
you, you fucking. . . "

"Oh you're the one doing the fucking all right," he yelled
back. "You might want to fuck me but I've already fucked
you just like you've been fucking these little girls here!
Here! Fuck you Kim!"

With that he pulled the hoods off of Connie and me. I
looked up at him and watched the horror come over
Daddy's face as he realized who we were and what he had
just done to us until the tears in my own eyes blurred him
out of my vision.

The silence that followed was deafening and seemed to have
lasted forever. Then Daddy screamed, "You mother fucking
son of a bitch how could you have done this!"

The guy cynically responded, "I might be a mother fucker
Mr Kim but I'm surely no daughter fucker. I don't think
your little girl ever wanted to get that close to a 'member' of
her own family. What do you think?"

Daddy was beside himself. I had never seen him that angry.
He was all red and looked like he was about to explode
when he picked up the chair he had been sitting on and
attacked the guy. Backing away from him, the guy pulled a
small gun out of his pocket and with one shot hit Daddy
who struggled, dropped the chair and then fell to the floor.

The guy stared at him for a while and then looked up at us
on the table. "Tranquilizer dart. You see I've got to keep
him alive. He's no use to me dead. And neither are you
two."

Just as quickly as he had tied me to the table top he now
untied me and after handcuffing me again I was led back to
the shower room where he gave me another shower,
washing all of that sticky food stuff and of course
everything else off of me. Then I was led back to the
bedroom where I had been earlier and after removing the
handcuffs I was left there. I guessed that he then went back
for Connie since I heard them walk by my door fifteen or so
minutes later as she was locked into one of the rooms
across the hallway from me.

My clothes had been taken away, or rather replaced by what
looked like a pair of blue gray pajamas. The had been laid
on the bed and looked and smelled clean so I put them on.
At least it was something. I then sat down on the bed and
cried until at some point I must have fallen asleep because
the next thing I remember was waking up to find Daddy
standing over me.

I didn't know what to say to him. I hated him and at the
same time I wanted to somehow tell him that I was sorry for
what had happened. But I just couldn't say anything. I didn't
have time anyway since he immediately put his finger to his
mouth and whispered, "Shhh."

He then grabbed me by the arm and led me out to the
hallway. Somehow he had keys to the doors and opening
the door across the hall we found Connie.
She was surprised to see us and was about to scream but we
managed to keep her quiet. I immediately put my arm
around her and we followed Daddy out into the hallway and
then outside.

It was dark but Daddy's car was there and Connie and I
quickly got into the back and curled up together in the back
seat while Daddy got in the front. He quickly drove us out
of wherever we were into the night. He didn't say a word to
us and so we just sat there in the quiet of the car as he
drove.

I still didn't know what to say to him but it felt so good to
be with Connie again. I felt like we were safe and with the
drone of the moving car we both fell asleep in each other's
arms.

I woke up with Connie just as Daddy pulled into a Holiday
Inn somewhere and stopped the car.  He turned to us to tell
us to wait in the car while he went in to see about a room.  I
couldn't figure out where we were or why we hadn't gone
home but Connie seemed to think that we were in Oakland. 
It turned out that she was right.

Anyway, Daddy returned to the car and drove us around to
the back of the motel where he parked and led us to our
room.  He said he had another room somewhere else but we
would be okay by ourselves and taking the room key,
locked the door on his way out.

I didn't really get a chance to talk to him even if I had
wanted to and anyway I still didn't know what it was that I
would be able to say to him.  After he left, Connie and I sat
there on the bed together for the longest time without
saying a word to each other until we just sort of fell asleep. 
I couldn't even cry anymore and had no idea about what
was going to happen next.  What did happen was something
neither of us even remotely imagined or expected.

I woke up to find three strange men in the room, standing
next to our bed, staring at us.  There were two Black men
and one Hispanic, and all of them were big.  At first I didn't
know if they were real or if I was just having a nightmare
until one of the Black men reached down and grabbed me
by the ankle.  I screamed and tried to crawl away from him
but to his amusement I only succeeded in falling off the bed
onto the floor.  As I squirmed away from him and managed
to make my way over toward the corner farthest from them
he turned to the guy who was standing behind him and
muttered, "You can't train these you know.  These little rich
girls just won't come around fast enough and eventually
they'll get away from you.  They've all been too spoiled by
that life of luxury."

He then grabbed Connie, who was still on the bed, and with
one hand lifted her up and set her on the floor standing next
to him.  Meanwhile the other two had followed me over to
the corner I was in.  The two men then just stared at me
cowering at their feet until the Hispanic man added, "I'll tell
you what.  I'll send them down to the auction.  I know
somebody will take them off your hands.  The Mexican likes
these little Jap girls.  He'll even give you a better price than I
can.  He's always looking for healthy twins and sisters."

"They're Korean.  Not Japs," the guy responded.

"Ah whatever.  Like it makes any fucking difference.  Think
anybody really gives a shit?"

After a pause the guy answered, "Okay.  So how do I get
these two to your auction."

"I'll tell you what," the Hispanic man replied as he turned
around and opened a briefcase he had set on the bed.  "Let
me take care of the details for you.  I'll send my boys by this
afternoon, with the crates.  I'll get you a good price.  I think
I know somebody who'll be interested in them."

He pulled a hypodermic syringe out of the briefcase and
with one quick move popped into Connie's arm.  Connie
just watched him do it and as he pulled it out, she simply
collapsed back down onto the bed.

I no sooner looked up and there he was standing next to me
with another syringe in his hand.  Not having time to react I
turned away from him only to find the Black man reaching
down to lift me up.  That was when I felt the needle sink
into my upper arm.  I don't know what was in that syringe
but I immediately became faint and was out.

When I woke up again Connie was already awake and it
was apparent that we had been taken to a small room in
some sort of warehouse building.  We were both handcuffed
and were being watched by two white guys who had
apparently been waiting for us to regain consciousness. 
Connie and I were still wearing the same blue gray pajamas
we had been dressed in earlier but now we found ourselves
also wearing adult diapers.  It was at least some consolation
that the two boys who had undressed us didn't seem at all
interested in molesting us after all we had been through. 
Quite honestly I believe that they were rather sympathetic to
our situation.

Sympathetic or not, once I woke up they immediately went
to work by bringing two long wooden coffin like boxes into
the room to put us into.  They also talked as they worked
and that was how we found out that Daddy had sold us as
part of his settlement deal with those men.  I guess he was
too embarrassed to have us around anymore.  The only
other thing the boys knew was that we were headed for
somewhere in South America..

They provided us with several bottles of water before finally
sealing us in.  As it turned out, the interior of the boxes was
softly padded and actually pretty comfortable.  There was
also a small light and vent fan which pumped in fresh air so
that it while it was pretty claustrophobic it was still
manageable.

Anyway, the water must have contained some sort of
sedative because we were both soon asleep and although I
remember being in an airplane, neither of us could recall
much about the trip or even how long it took.  I do recall
being moved off the plane into a truck and then waking
again somewhere quiet where I was no longer being moved. 
The next time I woke up was when the top to my coffin was
opened by two men who took the both of us out.

This time we seemed to be in the basement of a large hotel
of some sort. The room was set up as a large cell block with
several dozen jail cells arranged in rows across it.  The two
men who took us out of our coffins were both older black
Hispanic men, very quiet and businesslike.  One of them
motioned for us to disrobe and then the other one checked
over first Connie and then me before going on to work on
some sort of paperwork he had brought with him on a
clipboard.

I had just noticed that the first man had left when we were
joined by two other younger men who were leading in two
more naked female prisoners.  The girls looked like they
were light skinned Hispanics and were at least as frightened
by their situation as we were.  Judging from the way they
talked the two boys were American, one black and one
white, who didn't seem to have any manners and were
intensely interested in scrutinizing and poking at the bodies
of the girls as they led them into the room.  Actually it
seemed like they were more interested raping the two girls. 
As soon as he put one of them into her cell the white boy
turned to the older man who was still deeply involved with
his paperwork.  "Okay.  We delivered them without a
scratch.  Now can we fuck them?"

He had a big bulge in the front of his pants.  So big that it
was hard for him to walk.  I remember in school we thought
it was funny when that would happen to guys.  It didn't
seem so funny now.

The older man just ignored him but he went on.  "Come
on," pointing at the girl.  "I want that one.  I want a chance
to show her my OH face! You know, give her a ride on the
old bone roller coaster."

The older man just kept working on his clipboard paying no
attention to him while the white boy continued to circle him,
gyrating his hips and making a fool of himself.  "It's like a
football game," he went on.  "You used to play football,
remember?"

He was next to the girl in the still open cell so he apparently
decided to include her in his diversion.  He began poking at
her and using her as a prop either in an effort to illustrate his
message or maybe just to get the other man's attention. 
Roughly grabbing her from behind he quickly slipped his
hand through her crotch so that he was now holding her
pussy.  Then sliding his finger along the crack she let out a
scream as it slowly disappeared up into her while he began
laughing at himself and his vulgar, juvenile attempt at
humor.

"You're always looking for an opportunity to get a pass into
the slot because you know that when the hole is gaping you
gotta get better penetration."  Jabbing his finger deeper into
her he added, "So you put the pressure on by going up the
middle in order to score."

The girl's scream got the older man's attention.  He looked
up while the younger man slowly withdrew his finger from
his poor victim.  "I don't care what the fuck you do.  But
whatever it is, you're going to have to answer for it to the
boss," was his response.  He then slowly stood up and
walked out of the room.

Of course I knew that men were different.  I mean that they
had different sex organs.  But I never thought of them like
that.  I mean I just couldn't understand why they were
torturing us until the white boy dropped his pants allowing
his erect penis to wave in front of him in the air.  Suddenly I
remembered the day from my human relations class when
my teacher had insisted that men and women were basically
the same.  Well we were the same except this guy seemed to
have that big thing which he was obviously expecting to use
to torture that girl for his own pleasure as he pushed her
back onto the cot in her cell.

"Man.  Where do they find these perfect little bodies? 
Come here my little cum bucket," he quietly ordered her,
stroking his erection in his hand.  He slowly pushed her
down onto her back on the cot and then pulled her toward
him, spreading her legs apart as he dragged her across the
cot. She was too terrified to even make a sound as she
watched him deliberately guide his pulsing erection toward
her waiting vagina.  Then with one thrust of his hips he
made it strangely disappear inside her while she reacted to
his foreign degenerate object violently tearing its way into
her body with an intense scream.  She laid there writhing in
ugly painful humiliation while he pounded himself again and
again into her, losing all sense of control of herself.  It's hard
to think of personal dignity when you have a male grunting
inside of you.

Meanwhile the other man sat there watching this obscene
display and studying the other girl, closely examining her
naked body while rubbing himself through his pants.  She
had backed up and was sitting on the bed in her cell adjacent
to the other and he ponderously made his way across the
room until he was in the cell with her.  I had heard stories
about black men, like their penises were huge.  His was.

The white guy who had been raping the first girl abruptly
stopped and looking up at him asked, "You're actually going
to fuck that little bitch?  Shit she's not even half your size."

The big black guy looked at her and then back at us
answering, "I really like these little girls.  They make my
cock look just that much bigger."

It looked like somebody had stuck a blob of silly putty into
the hair of his crotch. But then the thing started to grow. 
He pushed the girl back onto the cot she was on and
immediately was on top of her.  I couldn't watch and
anyway right at that moment the white guy in started to
come and promptly started pounding himself into the first
girl's body with all his strength until he started to groan and
collapsed on top of her.

He stayed there quivering while laying on her and then
became quiet but only for few seconds.  The second girl
began shrieking from the violence she was enduring from
the man who was raping her and that got the attention of
the white guy.  He suddenly pulled himself out the first girl
and leaped to his feet started shouting, "Wait a minute. 
Wait a minute.  I've got to get pictures of this.  I've got to
get this for my website."

He ran over to his backpack and began to feverishly dig his
way through it until he found what he was looking for.  It
was a small disposable camera with a flash and he
immediately went to work snapping pictures of that big
black man's brutal rape while the second girl stopped
fighting and drifted off in a trance. Finally, after working at
her for several minutes, the black man tightened up in a sort
of seizure, dumping his load of semen into the girl and
chuckling in approval of his performance.  I couldn't stand
watching any of this and just sort of curled up on the little
bed I was on while the two of them put their pants back on
and left.  When I looked up again we were all crying and
while Connie and I did what we could to comfort the other
two girls they just laid on their cots without moving with
those boys' dirty white gelatinous slime oozing out of the
bottom of their torsos.

We eventually all cried ourselves to sleep.  We didn't sleep
long or at least it didn't seem that way when the two older
Black Hispanic men woke us all up again.  "Okay ladies,"
the man with the clipboard announced as he tapped it
against the bars of our cells.  "It's time to get this show on
the road."

They opened our cages and without handcuffing us or
anything just led the four of us girls out of there and up a
flight of stairs to a long corridor.  Neither of them seemed
armed although I think the one with the clipboard had a stun
gun on his belt, but anyway I think all of us knew that
escape just wasn't an option since none of us girls knew
where we were.  There was just nowhere to escape to. 
Actually this became even more evident once we reached
the end of the hallway and went through a door into an
open lobby.  Through the windows I could see that we were
in a jungle somewhere and while I had thought it was
morning, it wasn't.  It was seven thirty in the evening and
there would be a lot of night left to go before we would see
morning again.

We continued through a large double door into what looked
like a small theatre or lecture hall of some sort.  The floor
went down from where we were standing in a series of
carpeted terraces that one could sit on to a small stage with
a large red curtain behind it.  There were three women
standing on the stage, naked like us, being guarded by the
two boys we had seen earlier and I got a sudden incredibly
sinking feeling inside when the man who had brought us
there told them to come up and get us as well.  It was a
feeling I know we all shared, especially the two girls they
had raped earlier.

As it turned out Connie and I weren't chosen to join the
others on the stage but instead we were left with yet another
girl who had been left standing in the corner on the top level
of the auditorium with us.  The reason was simple.  We
weren't going to be auctioned since we had already been
sold.  Instead we were to become something they called
utility relief girls.  Our new owners were given a big
discount on our purchase price for that.

I later learned that the other girl's name was Carol and she
had been sent to that place for punishment, or training as
she was told it was.  She had worked as a dancer in a sleazy
night club in Florida and had refused to sleep with the
clientele so the owner had her kidnaped and sent to a place
in Mexico where women who refuse to be prostitutes are
sent.  She didn't go into details about that place except that
she had escaped from it with two other Mexican women and
had made it as far as Juarez before they were caught.  She
didn't know what had happened to the other two women
and she didn't know why she had been sent to the place
where we were except that she must have still been worth
more alive than dead.

So, after the black boy returned to the stage with the two
girls they had raped earlier, we were prepared for our
duties.  Connie and I were able to witness what was about
to be done to us as the older man with the clip board first
led Carol to one of the three wooden pillories in the open
area at the top of the auditorium.  They were kind of like
what one might expect in an old medieval town square or a
movie about the inquisition or witchcraft or something.

While putting her into it he began explaining to the boy,
"These guys that will be coming in here have more money
than even they can imagine.  But it seems that the only thing
they really want is just the same as every kid in junior high
wants.  A good fuck.  The only difference is now they are a
lot more creative about getting their satisfaction than I ever
was in junior high and they can afford to buy it.  And by
buying themselves a little personal slave girl they can do
whatever they want whenever they want it.  And let me tell
you, you can't even imagine the things that some of these
guys are up to but they keep coming back to buy more slave
girls."

By this time he had placed Carol's head and wrists into the
pillory so that she was bent over at the waist with her
bottom showing to us and then he began to put her ankles
into two shackles with a bar between them which quite
effectively held her legs wide apart leaving her completely
immobile and defenseless.

"You know how you shouldn't go food shopping when
you're hungry?"  The man continued with his speech.  
"Same thing holds true for pussy.  You gotta get rid of
those animal urges if you're going to make any kind of
educated purchasing choices.  You gotta satisfy the little
head so that the big head can do the thinking.  The boss
calls it our 'tension relief fuck service.' We usually call it
fucks and washouts."

He picked up a small bucket which was sitting next to the
wall and pulled a brush thing out of it that looked like it was
used for cleaning out bottles or maybe something you
would use to clean out your toilet bowl.  "First you give
them a dose of this disinfectant cleaner to clean them out
and kill any germs in there," he matter-of-factly continued. 
"This is like industrial grade.  It will even take on HIV and
just about everything else you can think of."

With that he dipped the brush into the bucket and
proceeded to guide it up into Carol's exposed vagina.  He
hadn't pushed it into her very far or for very long before she
began to writhe and groan in response.  He then pumped the
brush in and out of her a couple of times before pulling it
out, leaving whatever solution he had in that bucket deep
inside her.  Placing the brush back in the bucket, he then
picked up a small hose and poked it up into her in the same
way.

"Then you rinse that stuff out with water so they're all nice
and clean inside," he said as the water flushed out the
chemicals.  Turning to the boy he added, "Be sure to
douche that thing both before and after.  You don't know
who's been in there before you."  Then pulling the hose out
he added, "Okay, now you do it with the next one."

I always thought Connie was more attractive than me and
maybe that was why when the boy walked over to us while
checking us over, he quickly decided that Connie was going
to be next.  He led her to the next pillory pushed her head
down into it and then locked her wrists and neck to the
crosspiece while the other man did her ankles.  He needed a
little help getting one of the ankle shackles open and while
he was working at it a scream from the stage led me to look
down at what was happening there.

The five girls they had down there were now all lined up,
standing in a row with their wrists handcuffed behind them
and each one chained by one ankle to the floor with several
men standing around inspecting them in the crudest ways
imaginable.  Rubber gloved fingers were probing
everywhere and one of the men was very interested in each
of the girl's teeth as if she were a horse.  The whole display
was so incredibly unthinkable.  I mean I couldn't believe that
someone could treat another human being like that until I
heard Connie scream.

When I turned to look, there was the boy with the brush
thing buried deep in Connie's vagina.  It seemed that the
more she futilely thrashed back and forth the harder he
jabbed in into her until finally with a small laugh he pulled it
out.  He followed with the hose and she calmed down to
heavy breathing which I could hear over the screams and
moans still coming from the stage.

Then it was my turn.

The boy came over to where I was standing and led me to
the third pillory.  I didn't wait for him to push me onto it
thinking that if I cooperated with him that things might go
easier for me.  I'm not sure that worked but as soon as my
neck and wrists were in the appropriate grooves he wasted
no time in locking me in place while I could feel the older
man hooking up one ankle and then spreading my legs apart
so he could do the other.

There is no way to describe the primal terror I was feeling
at that moment while I was slowly and deliberately being
openly exposed to that entire auditorium, hearing the
continuing screams and groans from the stage and knowing
what was about to happen to me.  That was when I turned
and looked at Connie.  Even though she wasn't looking at
me I could tell she was crying and I somehow knew that I
had to be strong for her so I just bit my lip and waited until
I was jolted by the movement of the pillory I was attached
to.

"Let me get that thing up where you can see it better," the
old man laughed as the portion of the floor underneath me
lifted me up in front of the boy.  "I finally go these motors
fixed yesterday.  It goes up about half a meter so with this
here remote you can put that little baby right where you
want it now.  Customers are gonna love these things."

It lifted me up about a foot off the floor before stopping. 
He gave the boy the remote who played with it for a while
before finally putting it down.  Again focusing on me, the
boy then picked up the brush, sloshed it around in the
bucket of chemical cleaner and went back to his work.

I no sooner felt the wet brush on my pussy than he shoved it
deep into my vagina. Maybe it was just the surprise of being
stuck with something so quickly but I didn't really feel
anything except the pressure of the brush pushing around
inside me as he swabbed it around in there but that quickly
changed.  At first the burning sensation was just on my
external lips but the fire rapidly spread to everywhere that
brush had touched me both inside and out until my entire
genitals were filled with a raging inferno. I tried as hard as I
could to be as brave as I could but when he managed to
poke that brush far enough into me that it scraped against
my cervix and felt like he was about to jab the thing through
my vaginal wall I couldn't help but to let out a scream.

"Hey what's the matter?  This stuff was approved by the
E.P.A.," he laughed.  "It shouldn't hurt you much.  Beside,
if it stings it little that just means that it's working."  He
swabbed it around a few more times before finally pulling
the brush out.  "Shit," he muttered.  "I gotta get myself
some gloves."  

Even then I could still feel the remaining chemical still hotly
raging inside my vagina.  I began to panic from the
prospects of just what was happening to me when I was
jolted back to reality by the shock of having the water hose
jabbed into my opening.  Gratefully the burning quickly
subsided as the cool water diluted the chemical and softened
the sting of the disinfectant which now was draining down
my legs onto the floor and I managed to take a deep breath
and collect myself.

I looked up and turned to Connie to find both her and Carol
both looking at and crying with me now that we had all
completed our initiation into this monstrous hell.  However,
we didn't have much more than a few seconds to ourselves
before the man with the clipboard announced that the
"house was open" and the auditorium was very soon filled
with the shuffling and voices of men coming through the
doors.  Immediately we could hear them lining up and then
they were on us, each taking his turn.

I remember my first one as being much larger than I had
expected.  I didn't realize that there was that much variation
in the size of a man's erection but his felt a lot larger than
my first time.  That added to their little disinfecting regimen
left me pretty much without any natural lubrication down
there and when he forced himself into me it was definitely
uncomfortable, a condition I could sense that was shared by
Connie and Carol as well.

It became a repulsively perverted contest among the men
who were raping us to see which one could come first and
while those waiting in  line cheered the three men as they
pounded themselves into our exposed bodies with greater
and greater intensity, we did all we could to endure their
assault.  Finally, Connie's man came first and then Carol and
mine about together.  He just stopped pumping himself into
me and suddenly I was flooded with his slippery juice.  It
actually felt good in that I wasn't being rubbed raw down
there anymore and I decided not to even think about the
consequences of having my vagina continuously flooded
over and over again with teeming raw male semen and all
that could possibly mean.

Of course I was cleaned and washed out, after Connie and
before Carol, so that by the time the second man was on
her, we were each engaged in different aspects of our
torture cycle.  The boy was in a hurry to clean Connie out
and get over to me which apparently caused problems for
the man who was waiting to rape me next.

"Hey," he yelled out.  "You call that clean? That's like
putting on somebody else's used rubber.  Here, give me that
thing." Taking the brush from the boy he sloshed it in the
bucket of chemical and rammed it into really deep into my
vagina.  "This is how you clean it out.  You gotta get it all
the way in there and get all that other shit out of there. 
These things are tough. You can't really hurt them."

While he said he wasn't hurting me that wasn't at all the case
and it felt like he was trying to jam that brush all the way up
into my stomach.  I tried as best I could to maintain my
composure in front of Connie but his crassly rude treatment
was just too much to bear quietly with him ramming and
forcing the brush as far as he could into my body especially
as he sharply poked the brush into my cervix which I could
really feel.  At length he stopped and switched to the water
hose.  "Okay then, you rinse it all out really good.  There. 
That's better."

I tried to tell Connie I was still all right but the man who
was raping her began to speak, "Okay now, you just tell me
when you want to take it up the ass."  At that he then began
to pound his stake into her even more forcefully, causing
her to moan in response.

"All right then honey," he laughed as he withdrew and
subsequently began to drive his hardened penis into the
tightly closed anal orifice.  "Hey now relax," he blurted out. 
"Nobody ever got pregnant by being fucked in the ass."

I remember Carol yelling to Connie to push down like she
was taking a dump and before too long he had penetrated
her, shoving his entire organ into her rectum.  She let out
the lowest scariest moan I had ever heard and when I
looked over at her she looked simply catatonic.

I again tried to say something to Connie but my next man
was already mounting me and he began doing his thing
using short quick jabs into my now unlubricated vagina and
it really hurt.  How could this be happening I thought to
myself as an incredible mixed feeling of pain overcame me. 
It was sort of a deep cramping which was centered deep in
my lower body, somewhere around where that brush had
been jabbed and where the head of his hardened penis was
now pounding and it stayed with me the rest of that night.

He finally erupted, filling me with jets of his sticky cold
semen and soon after the boy was back for my next bout
with the cleaning brush.  It seemed that no matter how
many times they did it, I just couldn't get over the hot
stinging pain from the chemical they were putting inside me
and the boy was now doing his job with renewed vigor.

The next man was smaller that the first two, and came much
faster, like in just a matter of a couple strokes I was once
again awash in semen.  The pace slowed somewhat after
that first group of men but as more and more of them
arrived at the theatre they continued to make use of us.  I
must have taken around twenty or so men that evening, I
really lost count after eight.

Connie continued in her semi-catatonic state but at least she
did manage to remain mostly conscious.  Carol and I stayed
with her until the end, exchanging glances with each other
from time to time as if to say, "You're not alone.  I'm here
with you."  Somehow I figured that I was a big girl and
could take anything they gave me.  I mean what they were
doing was definitely indecent and depraved but at some
point I resolved that I could and would survive it.

Intimidation is a powerful terrorist tool.  I had been so
concerned about my humiliation and exposed sexuality
before but now I was just concerned with the pain and
trauma they were giving me.  It didn't matter that they were
poking at my genitals any more than if they were trying to
break my fingers or toes.  It just didn't matter.  It wasn't a
sexual thing anymore, it was just about the pain and torture. 
Connie later told me that she felt like she was going to die. 
"To die for nothing but animal male self-gratification," she
concluded.  "Each time I was washed out with that chemical
stuff I wished it could be the last.  I wished that I could just
die."

Well, we didn't die.  The line of men eventually worked its
way through us and we were left alone while we could hear
the auction still going on for the five girls on the stage.  It
lasted for about an hour or so with alternating periods of
bidding and inspection of the female slaves.  It was then
followed by a demonstration of various kinds of perverse
bondage and torture equipment.  Some of this stuff was
unbelievably depraved and included the finale which was
conducted by a guy who used forced lactation and electrical
shocks which he applied to all sorts of places.  We, of
course, couldn't see any of this but from the screams and
cries of the poor girl he was using for his presentation we
actually felt lucky to be where we were.

Once he concluded his exhibition the men had apparently
had enough for one evening and they all just left without
doing anything more to us.  The two boys, on the other
hand, had gotten themselves all revved up from watching
the torture sessions and before undoing our restraints
decided to have their way with us.  Luckily they didn't
choose Connie for their little trysts since she was by that
time really out of it and I don't know if she could have taken
one more of them.  I had the white boy and he was pretty
much just in and out.  Since I had a couple of hours I had
been able to relax a bit and it being not so dry down there it
wasn't altogether uncomfortable.  Then we were given a
shower and led back to our cells in the basement.  Connie
recovered somewhat after the shower and we ended up, as
exhausted as the three of us were, talking the entire night so
that she felt somewhat more normal by the next morning.

That night several of the girls in the cells were led off to the
rooms of the men who had paid for them and the next day
several new ones showed up to take their places.  When the
boys showed up the following evening's auction to pick up
the girls to perform their "tension relief service," as they
called it, Connie and I weren't included.  Apparently the
man who bought us didn't want us to be fucked to death
before he got us.  Carol wasn't so lucky and was led off with
two other girls who had no idea of the torture and
humiliation that was in store for them.

As for Connie and me, we were left to wait in our cell for
whatever happened next.  Unfortunately Connie and I didn't
get to wait in our cell long.

The two boys returned after an hour or so with the same
two wooden coffin boxes that we had been brought in
earlier.  They made us take a couple of small green-blue
pills before being given adult diapers to wear and then we
were sealed into the boxes.  I tried to stay awake as long as
I could and remember only that we were driven to an airport
but when I woke up again I found myself naked again in a
small room laying on a cot.

The room was basically a bathroom, or more like a jail cell,
that had been converted into a bedroom.  Besides the bed
there was a toilet, a sink and not more than a few square
feet to stand up in.  I had no idea how much time had
passed since we had been first put in the boxes and had no
idea as to where I was.

More important to me was that I didn't know where Connie
was.  She wasn't in the cell with me and didn't respond to
me frantically calling her name.  Someone else did though
and soon enough older man in a white lab coat opened the
door to my cell.  He was a doctor of some sort and went by
the name of "Doctor Bill."  He was also connected with
some fundamentalist church, although I never figured out
exactly which one and it probably doesn't matter anyway
since they're pretty much all the same.

"What's all the yelling about in here?" he shouted as he
opened the door and stepped into the room looking down at
me.

Being still naked I did my best to cover myself from him
with the bed sheets. Nevertheless I responded firmly but
somewhat quieter, "Where is my sister?"

"I don't know anything about your sister," he answered
staring right through me.  "All I know is that you are here to
help us and we are here to help you.  You have been
selected as a test subject for our research project to discover
just exactly what it that makes women sexually attractive to
men."

Bewildered by what he was saying to me I looked up him
and responded, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Well," he began as if he were a police officer or something,
"We know you are not married.  Is that correct?"

"Yes," I responded having no idea where this was all
leading.

"We know that you are not a virgin," he continued looking
down at the clipboard he was holding.  "Actually from your
physical examination it would seem that you have had a
considerable amount of sexual experience.  He stared at me
again with that fearful expression he had used earlier but
before I could respond to his incredible accusation he
continued, "And since you are not married and not a virgin
we also know that you are therefore in a deep state of
mortal sin.  Well my child, what you are is an abomination."

His face had by now turned simply diabolical.  If I hadn't
been frightened before about what was going to happen to
me, I certainly was now.  Especially since right at that
moment he reached down and stripping the sheet off of me
while commanding in a deep chilling voice, "All right then,
my child.  Let's get started.  We can save you"

He pulled me off the bed and led me out the door of the cell
and down a hallway with doors which looked like we were
in an old hotel or something.  We kept walking until we
reached the end of the hall where I was led through an open
doorway into a small bathroom with a shower.

"The first thing about this place is that you are kept clean
and healthy, my child," he began as he turned on the water
in the shower and waited for it to warm up.  "I meant it
when I said we were going to save you but you have to
cooperate."

"Cooperate,"  I asked?  "What do I have to do to
cooperate?"

"The first thing, my child," he began, assuming his deeply
frightening glare again, "is that you are silent.  No talking. 
No talking at all.  Around here we follow what the Bible
says about the role of women.  'Let the woman learn in
silence with all subjection.'  That means men are to lead;
women are to be modest, learning quietly, and in
submission; in this way, they prove their claim to godliness."

With that he pushed me into the shower with the added
admonition, "Clean everything well or I'll have to clean it
for you."  Needless to say, I was thorough.  When I was
done he gave me a towel to dry myself with and then he led
me from that room across the hallway to another room
which contained the equipment for his experiment or, more
accurately, my torture.

The room looked much like a doctor's office with cabinets
and counters along the walls and large wooden structure in
the middle.  It wasn't an examination table exactly but sort
of like a big wooden display easel with metal straps
designed to hold whoever was in it very immobile.  That
was, of course, where he directed me to place myself and as
he began hooking me in he continued to enlighten me as to
what he was up to.

"You're tests came back negative," he began. "You're
clean."

While I didn't speak my puzzled look must have inspired
him to explain further.  He continued to explain that I had
been given a regimen of tests while still unconscious,
covering everything from allergies to STDs, and apparently
I had received a clean bill of health.  I suppose I should have
felt relieved but at that moment I was more concerned about
what was coming next than what had happened to me in the
recent past.  That was when we were joined by Bishop Mike
and Bob.

The bishop was considerably younger than Doctor Bill and
he didn't seem to understand much about what was going
on.  Neither did Bob who was my age and really kind of
cute.  They both appeared distinctly uncomfortable to see
me strapped naked in the middle of the room although
Bishop Mike was curious enough to ogle me when he
thought I, Bob or Dr. Bill wasn't looking.  Bob just sort of
stared at the floor.

Doctor Bill meanwhile, was busy working on something on
the counter behind me and began to describe just what it
was that he was up to.  "Recent studies have indicated that
certain physical characteristics stimulate a part of the brain
called the hypothalamus, which is followed by sensations
such as elevated heart rate, perspiration, and a general
feeling of sexual arousal. So what visual queues instigate
these feelings of sexual arousal in men?  How does it differ
from what women find attractive?  Our ancestors had access
to two types of observable evidence of a woman's health
and youth: features of physical appearance, such as full lips,
clear skin, smooth skin, clear eyes, lustrous hair, and good
muscle tone, and features of behavior, such as a bouncy,
youthful gait, and animated facial expressions."

"Scientist's have also been establishing that scent plays an
important role in deeming females attractive. At certain
points during their menstrual cycle women produce more or
less estrogen accordingly. During certain times thought the
menstrual cycle their scent can be more or less appealing to
males. Research reports that the brains of men and women
respond differently to two putative pheromones, compounds
related to the hormones testosterone and estrogen. When
smelled, an estrogen like compound triggers blood flow to
the hypothalamus in men's brains but not women's."

Turning to the bishop he added, "I myself am a doctor.  I
practice a regimen which keeps me immune from such
influences.  Most men, however, are far too susceptible to
those wicked feminine suggestions."  It was quite apparent
from the growing lump below his waist that the bishop was
one of the susceptible ones.

Without seeming to note the bishop's expanding condition
Doctor Bill continued, "Using our subject here we are going
to find a method by which women can train themselves to
control production of that scent.  This is the only practical
way to solve the sexual dilemma men are placed in everyday
by society.  It leads to illicit encounters, to use of the
reproductive system for recreation rather than procreation. 
The reproductive system which was given to them for the
purpose of nurturing a family they use for treachery and
distraction.  What should be used for wholesome
motherhood is instead used for seduction.  Of course this all
leads to women becoming pregnant as a result of their own
uncontrolled guile and then, of course, they think that an
abortion will solve all their problems."

He again walked over and stared at me as his voice rose in
volume, "The problem is that women have to learn how to
control themselves so that they don't get themselves into
trouble in the first place!  I already told you, my child, what
the Bible says about the role of women.  'Let the woman
learn in silence with all subjection.  For Adam was first
formed, then Eve.'"

He paused and then added, "This means that the woman
was created after the man to be his helpmate, not his head. 
Obviously, this is NOT a cultural matter, but is based upon
the order of creation; this establishment of the principle of
order transcends culture!"  Then, going back to quoting
scripture he continued, "And Adam was not deceived, but
the woman being quite deceived was in the transgression." 
Turning to the bishop he then concluded, "Therefore, the
woman was not spiritually qualified because of, one, the
order of creation, and, two, the facts of the fall.  Eve's sin
has made the human body sinful.  The answer to this puzzle
is somewhere in that female body.  Do you agree Michael?"

The bishop nodded yes, being obviously already interested
in my own female body.  Bob's opinion was apparently
unimportant.  I wasn't allowed to have one.
 
"Robert," he continued as his voice switched to getting
things organized.  "Why don't you sit down here in this chair
and we can get started."

Bob sat down in a big easy chair while Doctor Bill wired
him up to a set of monitoring devices before closing a
curtain which separated him from us.  The test we were
about to perform was one which was apparently supposed
to measure my potential to turn him on.  I could hear
Bishop Michael preparing Bob behind the curtain, mumbling
things to him in what sounded like Latin and doing
whatever else he thought necessary, while Doctor Bill
prepared me.

My preparation consisted of being subjected to a mechanical
masturbation machine.  It consisted of a motor which he
placed between my legs that powered a reciprocating metal
rod tipped with a bright shiny metal dildo.  He wasted no
time in forcing the thing up into me and without any
lubricant it wasn't at all pleasant to say the least.  Both cold
and hard it was even less pleasant when he switched the
thing on.

Stroking at a rate of about once every second it started
working on me and as it began tearing at my vaginal
opening it was all I could do to keep from screaming.  Not
being able to stand what was happening to me I started to
cry from the pain ripping through my body and soon began
to make moaning sounds in rhythm to the thing tearing at
me and didn't notice that Bob's curtain had been opened.  I
don't know what exactly he must have made from the
spectacle of me being tortured in that way but the buzzers
immediately went off on all the monitors and Doctor Bill
quickly closed the curtain again and turned off my machine.

I was uncontrollably sobbing by this time and while the
vicious stroking had stopped the damage it had done still
stung like crazy.  While I had apparently impressed Bob my
crying only pissed off Doctor Bill.  He was clearly angry
that the sound of my crying was somehow screwing up his
little experiment and quickly dug into a drawer pulling out a
ball gag which immediately was strapped around my head. 
Then, while Bishop Michael readied Bob for another show,
he pulled over a screen which partially blocked their view of
me so that this next time I would only be visible from the
neck down.

He stood back asking Bishop Michael who had until this
point been mumbling behind his curtain, if he was ready.
Bishop Michael mumbled yes and he immediately switched
the dildo machine back on and again opened the curtain. By
this time my body had adjusted some to the mechanical
thing stroking in and out of my vagina and I was able to
remain silent.  It pounded at me for a minute or so before I
heard the curtain close again and Doctor Bill turned off the
machine. 

This time I struggled not to make a sound but it really ached
down there even though my body had started to get
somewhat wet down there creating a measure of lubrication. 
At least I hoped that the wetness was from my vagina
responding to their device and not from some kind of injury
but since I didn't see anything red down there and nothing
seemed to attract Doctor Bill's interest I assumed I must still
be okay.

He pulled the screen down still further so that I would now
be only visible to Bishop Michael and Bob from the waist
down.  The mumbling behind the curtain went for somewhat
longer before it was once again time to turn the machine
back on and open the curtain.  Once he turned it on it
seemed to run longer than before as well and I must admit
that it actually began to feel somewhat agreeable as I
steadily became wetter.  However, the additional moisture
also began to cause me to make little slurpy suction sounds
as the thing went in and out of me and very soon after that
started to happen the curtain was quickly closed again.

"That will be enough," the voice behind the curtain said
somewhat shakily.  "I don't think we can do much more
today."

"You're giving up Michael?"  Doctor Bill turned to him
somewhat surprised.  "We're doing important research here. 
You can't just give up!"

"Bill," he answered as the curtain opened.  "It's more
complex than all that.  There can't be just one factor that is
responsible for what they do.  A woman's body is naturally
built different than a man's.  It is first softer and smoother. 
It has enlarged breasts and a much more complex
reproductive system.  It..."

"Bullshit!"  Doctor Bill screamed back at him.  He had been
growing more and more agitated as Bishop Michael had
been talking but now he seemed to be at the point of losing
all control.  He didn't seem so angry at Bob, Bishop
Michael, or even me, but was clearly disturbed that his
experiment hadn't gone the way he had planned.  However,
now he seemed prepared to make it do so.

"I know," he continued still speaking to Bishop Michael.  "I
already know what the answer is.  I know exactly what the
Grand Master Tomas de Torquemada would have me do to
properly exorcize the evil out of this sinful, depraved body."

He was now standing in front of me looking down at the
machine I had been impaled on.  Leaning over he popped
the dildo out of me and quickly dismantled the device,
setting it on the floor next to the table I was still bound to. 
Then he began speaking again, slow and quiet at first but
with steadily increasing tension and anger as he went on.

"They have that opening down there that desires to be filled
and they use it to attract men into sin.  They purposefully
lure us into it.  The devil took the form of a snake because
he knew that she would be attracted to him that way.  She
would want him inside her and he could use her natural need
to want him inside her to make her seduce Adam into
sinning.  It's obvious that this is why women use tampons. 
They are so driven to have that opening filled that they will
stick anything in there.  Any man is their next victim as they
are continually driven to pull him into sin."

All the while he was saying these things he had first rolled
up his right sleeve, slid his hand down to my pussy, and then
started to work his fingers one at a time into my vaginal
opening.  As soon as he had finished speaking he began to
press his fingers deeper and deeper into me until he had me
stretched open far enough that his hand was in me all the
way up to his knuckles.  That was when I began to scream
through my gag from the combination of discomfort, the
realization of what he was doing and the fear that he was
about to literally tear me open.

He then momentarily paused and added, "I've tried just
about every method of chastisement but the feeling of a
woman's vagina wrapping around your fist just can't be
duplicated.  The feeling of a little bound, warm, wet vagina
squirming in resistance to my truth is just beyond
description."

Then he forced himself all the way in.  His hand sort of
popped into me and I almost fainted from the incredibly
bizarre sight of his wrist extending out of my body.  Aside
from the stretching tightness around the opening I couldn't
really feel him in there except for the pressure of his hand
against my internal organs.  However, just the shock of
what he was doing and the perceptible lump caused by the
mass of his fist inside froze me in terror of what he was
actually doing to me in there.

"Ever notice how their backs straighten out when you stick
your cock into 'em?"  He laughed.  "It's even better when
you do this."

He then did something I didn't expect at all.  He started
poking at my cervix causing a series of really sharp pains
every time he would pinch at me.  Still terrified that he was
somehow bent on tearing me apart from the inside out I
tried to squirm to get away from him but between being
bound to the table and having his arm jammed into my
pelvis there just wasn't anywhere I could go.  So I just
closed my eyes and waited for him to stop which he
eventually did.

"Notice how no matter how much they scream and fight
that once you get something into that cunt they just quiet
down?"  He observed laughing again.  "It just proves that
they are designed and built to be subservient.  It's just the
bad training they get that makes them think they want to be
independent."

"What are you doing to her?"  Bob had left his chair and
when I looked up he was next to me standing beside the
table. "Leave her alone!"  He yelled as he grabbed Doctor
Bill's arm.  "Stop doing that!"  I then felt him tugging on
Doctor Bill's arm, pulling his hand out of me and making a
sloppy popping sound as he did so.

"What did you do that for?"  Doctor Bill asked him,
obviously irritated.  "I wasn't at all finished with her yet."

"You're finished now," Bishop Mike commanded.  "She's
not going to end up like those little boys you played with. 
We're not going through that again!"

"I was only helping them to discover themselves," he
responded.  "You know that."  Then turning to him he
continued, "And who are you to judge me anyway.  What
were you doing to those seminarians.  How about you Bob? 
Do you like the Bishop's 'special' counseling?"

"They were all adults!"  Bishop Mike screamed back.  "And
I didn't have to tie them down so I could do dirty work
torture to them!"

"You miserable scum fuck!"  Bob lunged at him, his fist just
barely missing Doctor Bill's chin.  Doctor Bill had crouched
down to miss him and then stood up again but from
somewhere a pistol had now appeared in his hand.  Then,
just as suddenly, two shots filled the chamber like lighting
had struck inside that room and Bob was laying on the floor
with the most incredulous, amazed look on his face.

Holding his now bleeding abdomen he slowly looked up at
Bishop Mike.  "What did I do?  I'm, I'm . . . ."  And he
passed out with Doctor Bill kneeling in front of him lost in
the truth of having just murdered this young man.

Bishop Mike turned to me as I observed this unbelievable
reality unfolding in front of me.  He whispered quietly, "I'm
going to hell anyway.  I hope you'll forgive me but I have
to."

His erect penis was now in his hand and he wasted no time
thrusting it into me.  I'll never know what turned him on, my
naked body, the masturbation machine, Bob being shot in
front of us.  Whatever it was he wasn't in me for longer than
ten or fifteen seconds before I was greeted with a flood of
his semen as he grunted his way through what must have
been a spectacular orgasm.

He held himself in me and breathing very heavily he slowly
opened his eyes.   Lifting himself up he continued to slowly
survey the two of us, still connected together by his rapidly
softening organ occupying my vagina. After what seemed
like forever he pulled himself out of me and stood up
straight, his deep staring eyes never leaving me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he reached up and undid both
of the restraints on my wrists.  "I'm so sorry."

Turning to Doctor Bill he then said, "Bill.  We have to go. 
We have to get out of here."  Leaving Bob's body on the
floor in a rapidly growing pool of his blood the two of them
simply left.

I stared at Bob's body for a few moments in the incredible
quiet that followed.  It all seemed like a horrible nightmare
but finally with the reality of where I was dawning on me I
wasted no time undoing my ankles, all the while fighting the
overwhelming urge to vomit.  Finally, grabbing a lab coat I
was out of that room as quickly as I could move.

I found my sister.  I actually found her and ten more girls
locked in other rooms in that building.  We also found out
that the place where we were was located in the corner of a
remote ranch near Colorado Springs.

We were elated to be free but once the authorities showed
up everything turned very strange.  It seemed apparent that
the men who had been there were somehow too important
for publicity and way to important for the kind of publicity
they would have received if anyone found out about the
kind of things they had been up to.  To make a long story
short we were made to agree not to talk about anything that
had happened to us there or we would be charged with
Robert's murder no matter what we said.  What mattered to
me most was that Connie hadn't been touched by any of
them and so we were just as happy to get as far away from
that place as we could.

It seemed that Daddy had committed suicide after selling us
to those men and we never did find Mom.  Connie believes
that she was in on the whole thing but I'm not so sure. 
Anyway, we decided not to find out and have since made
new lives for ourselves somewhere else, far away from
California..