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..