Author: Dr. Gamble Title: New Beginnings Summary: This story was built around a series of pictures I downloaded from one of the anime user groups on the internet. I supplemented it with some other anime pictures I also downloaded and created a story to tie them together. Although it is built off the pictures, the text of the story is complete on its own and is told by a young woman who is first kidnaped and then sent to the casino on the island for training. Keywords: M+f nc rape Mdom bd sad violent oral tort 1st lac 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. NEW BEGINNINGS I grew up in a small town in northern California. I mean the real northern part of the state, up by Mt. Shasta where there are mountains and open spaces and where people pretty much leave one another alone. My father was a musician who I never knew. Mom worked at various jobs when I was young and it seemed that I was always taking care of her more than she was taking care of me. She was very pretty and always had guys hanging around the mobile home we lived in on the edge of town. Toward the middle of my senior year in high school she met this one musician who she went with to San Francisco for a weekend trip. She never came back. I heard from her after about a month and she told me that she would be sending for me but she never did and I never saw or heard from her since then. I didn't tell anybody about my family, except for a couple of girls I hung out with, but by the end of my senior year I figured that everybody in that small town knew. I was called into the principal's office and questioned about my home life a couple of times by Mr. Todd and the school counselor but I thought I managed to convince them that my mom was just visiting relatives whenever they tried to call her, and that everything was really all right at home. It was one day, during the last few weeks of the school year, that it seemed like Mr. Todd became a lot more interested in me. I'll never forget that day as long as I live. It was after school on my eighteenth birthday, late in the afternoon of May 12th, that he called me into his office for another one of his "little chats." Of course what he really wanted was a lot more than that. He had finally found out about my mother. Apparently the musician she had been hanging around with was also a drug dealer and she had gotten herself arrested along with him and was now in jail. He told me that he would have to turn me over to the authorities as an accessory to her drug dealing and that I would be sent off to prison somewhere. I replied that I didn't do drugs and I didn't know anything about what my mother had been doing but he told me that it really was his word against mine and he could find a way to plant drugs on me or in my school locker any time he wanted to. Of course he could also protect me from all of that if I would only do him some "favors." Now I had always decided that I was going to save myself for my someday husband. I really didn't want to be like a lot of the girls I knew in school and especially didn't want to be like my mom who must have slept with every guy she met. More than anything else, I didn't want to have any sort of relationship with Mr. Todd, but before I could even answer him, he got up from his desk and walked over to where I was standing. He quietly said to me, "Now just be silent about this and I'll see to it that you graduate on time." I froze as his hand moved up my blouse, enveloping my left breast. He slowly squeezed it and a strange sickening smile came over his face. I was too afraid to make a sound and stood there staring at him while his other hand lifted my skirt and he started to rub me with his fingers through my panties. I held my legs tight together but he continued to burrow his way into my crotch until I couldn't stand it anymore. Giving a little scream, I turned and tried to make it for the door when I felt his arm grab me around the waist. "Shut up you little bitch," he commanded. "You make any noise and your little ass will be in more trouble than you can even imagine." Holding me tight against him, he lifted my skirt and then I could feel him moving his fingers down the crack of my butt until he was holding my pubis in the cup of his hand. Then he slowly drew his hand back, pressing his middle finger into my crack and probing at my clitoris through my briefs. I tried to get away from him but it seemed that the more I tried to wiggle away from his grip the tighter it became. I finally reached around behind myself and grabbed his arm, pulling his right hand out of my crotch but instead of him giving up his assault he moved his other hand down my front and into my panties. Struggling with him as best I could since he was much bigger and stronger than me, I managed to keep my legs together while he madly dug into my privates. I lost my grip on his right hand and he immediately slipped it under my blouse and squeezed down hard on my right breast. Feeling like he wanted to rip me in half, I violently twisted in his grip but instead of freeing myself it just seemed to give him more opportunity to rape me further. I honestly felt like he had at least eight hands and it seemed like whenever I would grab one and attempt to remove it from me the other one would grind into another part of my body. Soon enough he had pulled one of my bra cups up and seized my left breast which he began to squeeze like he was trying to milk it. At the same time he had also managed to push my briefs down around my thighs exposing my pussy to him and giving himself open access to my entire body. I could hear his breathing which had become very heavy and whenever he would succeed in getting one of his fingers into the crack of my pussy he would let out a moan before I would somehow manage to wiggle away. I knew this would not go on much longer and that he would eventually just totally overpower me when I became aware of the growing and hardening lump in his pants that I was rubbing with my rear as I worked to free myself from his grasp. Letting go of his arms, I quickly twisted around so that I was facing him, a move he clearly didn't expect. Then putting both my hands together like I was going to spike a volleyball, I slammed both of my fists into that growing lump in his crotch. His eyes got really big while he exhaled and staggered back a couple of steps, his toupee coming loose and covering his forehead. It gave me just enough time to pull my panties back up and get out of his office. Just as I reached the door he began to yell, "Don't you dare tell anybody about this you little bitch or I'll make you wish you were never born! I'll get you! Don't you worry about that!" I ran, crying all the way home and when I got there locked every door and window in that mobile home and then got in the shower where I stayed until there was no more hot water. I got dressed and put all of my clothes in the washer since they felt so incredibly dirty to me, and then I hid in my mom's closet with a butcher knife I had gotten from the kitchen. I still didn't feel really clean but at least I felt somewhat safe. The next day was Saturday and I stayed in the house all that day and all day Sunday as well. The phone rang a couple of times but by the time I got up enough nerve to answer it, it had already stopped. By Monday morning I was feeling a little better and decided I had to go to school and pretend everything was normal, otherwise he would probably send out the police to get me. I knew that he must have wanted me in jail for what I had done to him and I couldn't give him any excuses to come after me. I also knew that I had to try to avoid him like the plague. Well I did manage to avoid Mr. Todd all that day and I did tell my friend Karen all about what had happened after she had cornered me at lunch and told me that she had called me several times over the weekend and was worried about me. I'm not sure she believed my story because nobody thought Mr. Todd could do something like that, but I made her swear that she wouldn't tell another soul. But somehow Mr. Todd found out. When I got back home that night after school I opened the door to our mobile home and found two boys waiting for me inside. They were both about the same size, around five foot ten or so, and muscular in build. One was blonde and the other a dark brunette but I wouldn't consider either one of them to be particularly attractive. I had never seen them before and they told me to come in and close the door behind me. I began to ask them what they were doing there but they cut me off and told me to shut up, making it clear that they would be ones doing the talking. They informed me that they worked for Mr. Todd and he had told them that I had been talking about him like I wasn't supposed to be doing. "How do you know? I haven't said anything to anybody. Get out of here." I screamed at them, still standing by the door. The dark haired boy stood up and slowly walked over to me. "You're standing in front of the door honey. How do you expect us to leave?" My mom had specifically chosen this place to live in because it was away from the road and not particularly close to any other houses. She didn't want any neighbors spying on her when she brought her boy friends over so the nearest neighbor was about a quarter mile away. I figured that I might be able to get away from these boys if I could make it into the woods but I knew that if I moved away from the door I would definitely be trapped. So I carefully took one step to the side as the boy approached me. "Mr. Todd," he continued, "wants to make sure that you understand what he told you about talking to other people about him. So he asked us to keep an eye on you. That's not so hard to do when you got a little body like yours, you know? So just remember that we're going to be keeping a real close eye on every little thing you do." I stared at them for some time and then repeated, "Get out of my house." "Shut up!" he yelled back at me. "I think we should show her just who she's dealing with," the other boy said as he stood up. He charged at me just as the dark haired boy grabbed my arm. I turned to get away from him and tripped over the other boy's foot pulling him to floor with me. The two of them worked as one and it became immediately clear what their intention was. The boy who had tripped me had immediately slipped his hand up my dress and began pulling on my panties while the other knelt behind me, seizing both my arms and holding them behind my back. His other hand slid across my shoulder and down my top, making its way under my bra cup until he began squeezing my nipple between his fingers. I struggled to get away from them, keeping my legs together but kicking as best I could and squirming my way across the floor until finally the boy behind me lost his balance which freed my arms. I knew I had to do something fast or they were going to rape me so I made for the bathroom while they were still off balance. I half crawled my way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me right in their faces. Sitting on the floor with my back against the door and my legs lodged tightly against the toilet I managed to keep the door closed in spite of both their efforts to force it open. After a few minutes everything grew quiet. At least everything grew quiet in the living room. For me, that same quiet made my heartbeat sound like a drum inside my head. I felt incredibly helpless but at least as long as I could keep that door closed I was safe. "Okay bitch," the dark haired one yelled from outside the door, "there's one more thing I didn't tell you yet. Mr. Todd wants to talk to you tomorrow night after school. You're supposed to meet him in his office at four o'clock. Oh yeah, one more thing. He wants you to wear that little Sailor Moon outfit you had on last Friday. He likes it." I heard the door to the trailer close but I remained convinced that it was some kind of trick and stayed in that bathroom until I fell asleep that night. I woke up, still in the bathroom, the next morning and carefully checked out the whole house before I got ready for school. I ironed the outfit I had worn the Friday before and put it back on, but as I looked at myself in the mirror I began to cry again as the entire episode in Mr. Todd's office all flooded back just like it was happening all over again. Everything was pretty much normal that day although I tried not to talk with Karen. I didn't know whether she had actually said anything to anybody about what I had said to her about Mr. Todd or if maybe we had been overheard or even if someone just saw us talking and so assumed that we had been talking about him. I just didn't want to get Karen involved and so decided that it would be best if I stayed away from her for a few days. I also didn't see the two boys who had shown up at my house the night before. I didn't think that they could be much older than I was even though I never remembered seeing them in school or around town. Of course Mr. Todd could have found them anywhere. The end of the day slowly arrived and I went to the library as everyone else was going home and waited there until four o'clock. The waiting wasn't at all easy. I couldn't help but think about what Mr. Todd wanted to see me for or what he would try to do to me. I still hurt down there from the grabbing attack he had attempted the week before and thinking about it made it hurt all over again. All I knew was that I didn't have much choice. At five minutes until four I left the library and walked down the hall to Mr. Todd's office. Like before, the secretary had already left and so I knocked on the door. "Come in," he answered. His voice sent a chill up my spine and I slowly opened the door. Mr. Todd was seated at his desk. "Come in and close the door. I have some things to talk to you about." I entered the office and closed the door behind me. "Sit down," he said as he looked down at some papers on his desk. I sat in the chair in front of his desk and waited for him. Then, after what seemed like forever he looked up at me. "I spoke with your mother and told her what a good girl you have been. She's in federal prison now, someplace back east, and you know we probably won't be seeing her for a long, long time. So I told her that I would take care of you for her and she was very pleased to hear that. She even decided to give me the deed to her little piece of property along with that broken down trailer you live in, so that I could make sure you have food and clothes and all those things that young girls need." I just sat there looking at him. I really didn't know what to say but it didn't take much to figure out that he had used me to con my mom into giving him our house. Now I didn't even have a place to live that I could call my own. "Now that trailer isn't really worth very much so I'm going to have to ask you to do a little part time work for me," he continued. "Now I don't want you telling anybody about this, okay? Even your little friend Karen because I know you would sure hate to have something happen to her just because you can't keep a little secret." I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. It was a very frightening smile and it was right then that I realized just what exactly he meant by me doing a little part time work. He was right about one thing though, he knew I wouldn't do anything that might hurt Karen no matter what it was. "I hear you met my boys," he laughed. "You seemed to have gotten the best of them. They're both graduates of reform school down in the bay area and they kind of help me with my part time workers. They help me make sure that my little part time workers keep our business dealings a secret. You know how important it is to keep a secret now don't you?" Just then he got up from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk where I was sitting. "Stand up," he ordered. Give your uncle Therald a little hug for keeping you alive." I stood up facing him and he put his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body. "You won't mind doing a few favors for me right now will you? I'm not such a bad guy once you get to know me." I closed my eyes as his right hand moved down to my rear and he began to pull my skirt up. Cupping my rear cheek in his hand he began to squeeze and rub it, pushing my pelvis into his body. As he did this he began to chuckle. "This is better now isn't it? There's no need to run away now. Is there?" He let go of me and then taking my hand, led me around to the back of the desk where he sat down in his chair. "Sit down," he said looking up at me. I must have looked confused because I didn't know where he wanted me to sit since he was in the only chair. "Come here and sit on my lap," he laughed. "You have a lot to learn don't you?" He pulled me around and sat me on his lap. I could feel his growing erection beneath me and he wiggled slightly, centering the thing in the crack of my butt before opening his legs. Since my left leg was on top of his when he spread his leg open he also spread apart mine. His left hand moved down over my briefs and he began to massage my private parts through them. His right hand quickly slid up under my blouse and with one swift movement he pushed it and my bra up around my neck, grabbing and clutching my exposed right breast as if he was trying to squeeze something out of it. It was just what he had done to me last Friday and it was then that I began to lose it. Jumping off his lap I screamed, "No!" My sudden movement surprised him and he tried to grab me to keep me from getting away from him. I reached back and slapped him across the face, hard enough to knock his hair piece off his head and pulling my blouse back down, I ran for the door. "Shit!" He yelled. "Get the fuck back here you little bitch!" I opened the door and ran through it as fast as I could, racing right into the two boys who were waiting for me just outside. The dark haired boy pushed me down so that I landed right on my butt in front of him. He quickly reached down, grabbed my ankles, and lifted my feet up over my head. The other boy who was behind me took my ankles and spread my legs far apart, completely immobilizing me and allowing the dark haired boy to begin to rub his finger through my briefs into the crack of my pussy. He was just starting to pull my panties off when Mr. Todd stopped him. "You boys will get your turn," he said to them as he put his hand on my leg. "Bring her back into the office." The boys stopped what they were doing and lifted me to my feet. Mr. Todd took me by the arm and pulled me back into his office, the boys closing and locking the door behind themselves. There was no doubt in my mind what he was going to do to me, I just didn't know yet how he was going to do it. I wasn't ready to lose my virginity and I certainly didn't want to do it with Mr. Todd, but I knew that it was inevitably about to happen. I guess that I had known that it was going to happen all day, ever since I had put on the clothes I was wearing, that Mr. Todd had figured out a way to allow himself to rape me while making it look like I was allowing him to do it. I really had no choice. He now owned the house I lived in, the food I ate, the clothes I wore. He owned me. "So little bitch, we're going to have a show," he said to me as we came to his desk and turned me around facing the boys. Do you know how to have a show?" I didn't have any idea about what he was talking about but apparently the boys did as they sat themselves in two chairs facing us. He was standing behind me and I could hear him open his zipper and then felt him pull his penis out of his pants chuckling to himself as he did it. I squirmed as it poked at my butt through my skirt and he responded by squeezing me harder against him with his right arm. His left hand had dropped down to my thigh and he lifted me up by my leg. He did the same thing with his other hand, lifting me entirely off the floor until I was above his penis which was now rudely poking into my crotch. I could tell from the expressions on the boys' faces that they could see all of this and they became very interested as Mr Todd grabbed the crotch of my panties and pulled it aside, exposing my pussy to them and to his erect sex organ which I could now feel pressing into me. He took his penis in his right hand and slowly guided it between the lips of my pussy so that the tip of the thing was poking its way into my vaginal opening. I had always heard that it doesn't really hurt that much when you lose your virginity but all I knew was that thing felt awfully large down there. I tightly closed my eyes and waited for whatever this was going to feel like when it went into me but wasn't at all prepared for it when it did. He let out a grunt and forced me down onto the thing as it squeezed its way into my opening, tearing through my hymen and grinding against raw flesh of my pussy. I know it sounds strange to say so, but I could actually feel my hymen pop as my vaginal opening distended to accept him. It felt so much harder and larger than I thought it would and as he continued to drive the thing into me it seemed to fill my entire body. I clenched my teeth and screamed both from the sudden ripping pain knifing its way through my privates as well as the sudden surprise and humiliation of his action. Looking up, the boys were intently interested in the horrible desecration being performed on my body. Mr. Todd was now rhythmically lifting me up and down on his penis and by slithering his right hand up my torso had once again lifted up my blouse and bra so that he could squeeze on my exposed breasts. Every stroke into my vagina was accompanied by a deep grunt from him and it made me wonder that if it was so much work to rape me why did he bother doing it? I kept crying and while the pain in my genitals didn't grow any less, it was at least some consolation to me to know that it wasn't likely to get any worse. It made me wonder why people seemed to want to have sex at all. Suddenly Mr. Todd stopped and pulled out of me. I wondered if he had come already because I felt all wet down there until I looked down at myself and saw the blood on my thighs. I actually didn't have much time to look since Mr. Todd quickly pushed me down on my hands and knees. He ripped at my panties, literally tearing them open so that my mutilated pussy was now openly displayed to everyone in the room. Then he knelt behind me and spreading my legs apart, drove his penis back into me. I shuttered from the stab of pain as his organ began to stroke in and out of my freshly violated vaginal opening. In this new position he was able to drive himself much deeper inside of me and I could feel the pressure of his sex organ as it punched its way deep into my tummy. While I understood that I would feel some pain from being raped, I began to become more and more worried about the blood and how much permanent damage he might be doing to me as his assault continued. While I was dealing with my own fears, Mr. Todd's breathing began to get real heavy and he started to sound like he was about to have a heart attack. Soon he slowed to a stop and holding himself deep inside me he paused to catch his breath. At first I thought he was done because he slowly pulled out of me and, pushing me aside, he laid down on his back on the carpet, holding his penis in his hand. I had baby sat boys before, but his was the first adult male organ I had ever seen. It was such a strangely ugly thing and I wondered how it had fit into me without tearing my bottom in half. I had tried using tampons once but quit when they hurt too much to insert and clearly Mr. Todd's thing was much bigger than they were. I did notice that while the shaft was moist with my own blood and vaginal fluids, the tip of it still appeared dry. Mr. Todd looked over at me and ordered, "Get over here bitch and get on me." Realizing that I wasn't yet done with this horrible act of humiliation, I crawled over to Mr. Todd and got on top of him, straddling his hips. Taking his rigid penis in my hand, I slowly guided it toward my vaginal opening and then squatted down on it, forcing the thing back up into me again. He immediately began to rock his hips and grunting as he moved the thing around inside me. "Come on you dumb bitch," he moaned. "You gotta stroke me." I began to guide myself up and down on his penis and he laid back down on the carpet, laughing to himself. Looking up I could see that the two boys were getting quite excited by what Mr. Todd was making me do. Both of them had opened their pants and were rubbing themselves, holding in their hands large erections while they began to work at removing their own clothes. Then Mr. Todd's rhythm suddenly changed and I realized that he was planning on coming inside of me. I don't know why, but in the chaos and pain of his rape of me, the possibility of him also making me pregnant just hadn't crossed my mind. Screaming, "No! Please!" I attempted to get off of him but he firmly wrapped his hands around my waist and firmly crushed me against his body, pushing his penis as deep as he could into my vagina as he tensed and then twitched and groaned from his orgasm. I closed my eyes and could feel my entire bottom get suddenly drenched from his erratic but abundant discharges of seminal fluid into my body. The boys, who had by now completely removed their clothing and were sitting on the floor fondling themselves, began to laugh and soon they were joined by Mr. Todd. "Okay," he finally said, "She's all yours." I was literally lifted off of Mr. Todd's body and thrown back down on the floor. The blond boy grabbed me by the ankles and spreading my legs apart pulled me over to him, right onto his waiting erection. As wet and open as I was down there, his penis penetrated into me quite easily and he began to quickly slide it in and out as it started to make the most unbelievably embarrassing obscene sounds. The other boy, meanwhile, grabbed my head and kneeling in front of me placed his erect penis right in front of my face. "No! Don't make me . . . " My voice trailed off as he, without saying a word, pushed his thing right into my mouth. It tasted very salty and strange and was extremely large in size, enough so that as he drove it down into my throat I began to choke on it. Observing my reaction he seized me by my hair and drove his sex organ even deeper into my throat which made him laugh at me saying, "Come on bitch. I gotta teach you how to swallow." Finally he pulled my head back and I was able to get another breath before he shoved the thing into my throat again. Just then the boy who was in my bottom yelled, "Shit!" His regular movements suddenly turned to spasms as he poured a load of his sticky semen into me, the excess of it running out of my vagina and streaming down my leg. "My turn," the dark haired boy announced and grabbing my ankle spun me around on my back so that he was now between my legs. "Let's get rid of this," he continued, "I want to see what I'm fucking here." He gripped the waistband of my skirt and ripped it open, pulling it and the remains of my panties completely off of me. Then while the first boy held my wrists, he pushed my blouse and bra up around my neck so that I was practically fully naked. With the blond boy keeping my arms immobile, he lifted me by my ankles and pulled me down onto his waiting erection. His penis felt larger than Mr. Todd's and considerably larger than the first boy's and in spite of all the wetness down there it really hurt as he drove the thing into my vagina. It also seemed to go in much deeper than the blonde boy's and I could feel it pressing way up into my tummy, punching against my stomach every time he would force it into me which he did with rapidly increasing intensity. Just when I felt like I had to scream from the torment of his invasion into my being, he came inside me. "Here's your payback for fuckin' with me, baby," he screamed as he jammed his pelvis into mine and held it there while he closed his eyes and moaned. I thought I could actually feel the fluid spirting out of his groin as he filled my insides with his sticky essence. Leaving his penis in me as it slowly shrank back to its normal size he began to laugh, leaning back against Mr. Todd's desk. The blonde boy dropped my wrists, got up and walked over to where he had dropped his clothes and started to get dressed again. I then noticed Mr. Todd who had been quietly sitting in his chair, watching what the boys had been doing to me while slowly smoking on his pipe. He looked at me and gave me that ugly smile again as the other boy finally withdrew his organ from my exhausted body and began to put his underwear on again as well. Once I realized it was actually over, I began to cry. I suppose it sounds strange to say but I just laid there, dirty and naked on that carpet, and not wanting to try to get away or anything. I just wanted to die. Mr. Todd got up from his chair and picked up my skirt and torn underwear which he threw at me. "Put it on bitch. Get yourself together so you can go home. You don't have to worry about coming to school anymore. I think you know what I expect of you now. I'll be sending you some visitors later this week. Now I know how much money they will be giving you and I'll expect at least that much from you when I come over to collect. You can keep any tips you make, that's okay with me. I'm good to my girls if they're good to me. You got all that?" I got up slowly and put my skirt back on. My dirty underwear I just left on the floor. It seemed every move I made was painful from my lost fight and I know that I looked terrible. Looking at the boys he continued, "Take her back to her trailer and then come back here. We've got some work to do tonight." "Shit," the blonde one responded. "I don't want to take her in my car. That bitch will drip all over my upholstery." Speaking without raising his voice Mr. Todd quietly clarified himself, "Take her back to her trailer. Make her sit on some old newspaper. I don't care how you do it, just get it done and get back here." Then he turned to me. "Pick up that underwear. I don't need any of your soiled rags around here." I picked up my panties and went with the boys to their car which was parked in back of the school. They made me sit in the back on an old blanket he had pulled out of the trunk and I was careful not to get it dirty but it was kind of hard to tell. Stopping in front of my house they practically threw me out of their car and then returned back to the high school. I stumbled my way up the driveway to the trailer and made it as far as the living room where I collapsed in the middle of the floor and cried myself to sleep. The next morning I decided that I had to get away. I figured that if I went into town after school had already started that morning, I would be able to avoid Mr. Todd. All I would have to do would be to catch the next Greyhound heading out of town. North or south, it really didn't matter. So I cleaned myself up, got dressed, packed a small suitcase and in spite of the fact that I was still pretty sore, walked into town. I was fairly certain no one noticed me as I got to the small cafe which also doubled as the bus stop. There were only a few old people inside so I went in to buy a ticket noticing that the next bus would be leaving for Portland in about a half hour. Walking up to the counter I waited as the clerk finished her waitress duties with the other cafe customers. Just as she was getting ready to come over to help me I recognized the boys' car parked in front of the place. What were they doing here? I asked myself. Did they follow me without me seeing them? Had they been to the mobile home to check on me? Or maybe it was all a coincidence and they just happened to be parked there. Not seeing either one of them and not wanting to take any chances, I cautiously walked over to the women's restroom figuring that I could safely wait there until they left. Not having to actually use the restroom, I went to the sink and began to check my makeup. I opened my purse and took out my small compact. Looking in the mirror I was suddenly surprised by the dark haired boy who somehow appeared standing behind me. "What are you doing here," I asked in shock? "What do you think you are doing in the women's room?" "Well," he slowly replied, "If you're looking for chicks, the ladies room is the best place to go don't you think? You sure are dressed nice for going to an old cafe like this," he continued. "Do you pack a suitcase every time you go into town to eat lunch?" Without waiting for an answer he took me by the arm and led me to their car. The blonde boy met us there and told the other one, "Mr. Todd said to take her to the trailer." He put me in his car and we quickly drove back out of town to my house. When we got there they drove right up to the door and then the two of them roughly pulled me out of the car and carried me into the house where they violently threw me onto the floor. Immediately the blond boy grabbed my arms while the other one wildly tore my blouse open. He continued by ripping at my bra, pulling it up around my neck so that my breasts were openly displayed. Then without missing a beat he spread open my legs and began massaging my pussy through my underwear. Just as they were about to pull off my panties Mr. Todd came in the door. "Boys! Boys! Take it easy now. We want to save this one. She's got work to do tonight. A personal friend of mine." He looked at me on the floor. "Of course I hope I didn't interrupt any of your travel plans my dear." He sat on the sofa as I put myself back together again. After a little while he continued, "Now my friend will pick you up at six and you'll be going to a little barbeque. So get out of those torn up clothes and into something more like blue jeans. Something pretty though, okay?" I didn't say anything but went into my room, closing the door behind me. After a short time I heard them all leave and I went to see what clothes I had. I didn't think I could cry any more but I began to cry again as I changed. I found a pair of jeans and my nice burnt orange blouse and tried to work on my makeup in order to hide my tears. Then I waited what seemed like forever until a pickup drove up in front of the house. He beeped his horn twice which I took to mean that he wasn't planning to come to the door so I went out to his truck. Since the truck had dark glass I couldn't see him until I opened the door to get in. He was kind of tall and thin and was wearing dark sunglasses and a bright tropical shirt and, it being an unusually warm day, shorts. "Come over here," he said in a low voice, motioning for me to sit close to him. "Let's see what you got for me." I climbed into the cab and slid over on the seat until I was next to him. He didn't waste any time and immediately had his arm around me with his hand on my right breast. "You're nice," he started. "What do you got, huh?" He pulled up my blouse and immediately began to undo my jeans, jamming his hand into my crotch and pinching me. I suppose it was a little from being surprised by him and maybe some from the humiliation of being treated that way but I was also pretty sore down there still and what he was doing really hurt. So I screamed and slapped him right across the face, knocking his glasses off. At first he seemed a little dazed but then he got very angry, very quick. "You broke my glasses you goddamn bitch," he screamed at me. Then he hit me and everything went black. When I woke up I was laying on the grass in front of my house. I looked up and the blond boy was staring down at me. He knelt down and pulled up my blouse, cupping his hands over my breasts and squeezing them. Then he began to pull my jeans off, I guess to rape me again and I started to cry. He just laughed and started to rub my pussy but I just didn't have the energy to fight back. Just then Mr. Todd came up the drive and the blond boy stopped digging at me and stood up. Mr. Todd stopped and called to him, "Put her in the trailer. We got some work to do. Meet me at my office." "And you," he said looking at me. "We've got some talking to do." He quickly drove back out to the road and the blond boy lifted me up and dragged me to the house where he plopped me onto the living room floor. "I'll be back. Don't worry," he said to me as he closed the door and left. I could hear him start his car and drive away and I knew then that I was in big trouble. I sat there until it got dark and then fell asleep. When I woke up it was about ten and so I decided to lock all the doors and take a shower and go to bed. No sooner had I gotten out of the shower than I heard a car drive up and stop in front of the house. Quickly I grabbed the first clothes I found and got myself dressed just as I heard Mr. Todd knocking on the door. "Open this damn door you cocksucking bitch." I could hear him rattling at the door and then he opened it. When I came out of my bedroom he was already sitting on the sofa waiting for me. "Who the fuck do you think you are treating my friends like that?" He paused, I guess waiting for an answer but I didn't know what to say. "I thought I taught you better. It looks like we're just going to have to have another lesson." As I stood there in front of him, suddenly I sensed the blond boy standing behind me. I hadn't heard the boys come in and was both very surprised and terrified that they were there. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted the t-shirt I was wearing, grabbing at my breasts as I struggled with him. Unfortunately, he was too strong for me and soon had he had undone the front of my kakhi shorts. His hand slid down across my tummy and into my briefs and he grabbed at the hair on my pubis searching for the crack of my pussy while I did my best to hold my legs tightly together. Eventually he succeeded in getting my shorts down around my ankles and was about to start on my briefs. "Okay. Okay," Mr. Todd said to me, still sitting in front of us while I continued to struggle. "Now what do you think he wants, huh? How do you plan on pleasing him you little bitch?" The boy stopped his ravaging attack and completely let go of me. He stepped to one side and unzipped his jeans pulling his semi- erect penis out through his open fly. I looked at Mr. Todd and he made a little gesture by touching his finger to his mouth, making it clear just what the disgusting thing was that he wanted me to do. I completely stepped out of my kakhi shorts before they tripped me and knelt down in front of the boy, taking his penis in my hand and guiding it into my mouth. He put his hand on the top of my head and held me there as he slowly rotated his pelvis while I licked at the underside of his sex organ trying to ignore the taste it had. "What the hell do you call that?" Mr. Todd scoffed. "I want some entertainment here. Let's see now. Which one of you two can you show that little cunt what a blow job is supposed to be? She's pretty clean. Aren't you honey?" I, of course, didn't answer. I didn't know what to say and just looked down at the floor still kneeling in front of the blond boy. "I'll tell you what," he continued. Show me a blow job and you can be the first to fuck her." "Yes sir," the blond boy immediately responded. He appeared to be eager to prove himself as he put his organ back into his pants. He gently pushed me down on my back and pulled my briefs down around my ankles and then spread my knees apart. I got one leg loose just as he knelt down between my thighs and then dropped his head onto my tummy. Holding my pelvis, his mouth slowly moved down to the crack of my pussy and then I could feel his tongue penetrating my lips and caressing my clitoris. He licked around it as I unwillingly began to get aroused and then made me scream as he plunged it into my vagina. He was interrupted by Mr. Todd's horrible laugh, "That's it boys. You're getting through to her. Okay you're on your own." The blond boy straightened up, taking his shirt off and then his jeans. I didn't dare move as he continued to strip while standing between my legs, dropping his clothes around me as if he was performing for some kind of strip show for my benefit. If he was doing it to frighten me it was definitely having the desired effect and I screamed again as the other boy started to to help him strip me by pulling my blouse off over my head. "Hey," the blond boy yelled. "Wait your damn turn. I earned my first dibs here. She's mine until I'm done." He then turned his attention back to my tormented body and wrapping his arms around my legs drove his penis as deep as he could into me. It didn't sting nearly as much as the first time but it really hurt. He thrust himself into me again and again as his excitement grew and I knew he was building toward an orgasm. Every stroke he took seemed to rip at my vaginal opening a little more and I was sure that in his frenzy he was going to really hurt me. Abruptly, he stopped and without withdrawing his penis, reached up and grabbed the front of my bra, pulling it up around my neck. "There," he laughed. "That should help." Lifting my pelvis up he pulled me tightly into him, pressing his organ deep into me again and continued with his thrusting while the other boy started making crude remarks about my breasts and the rape being performed on me. At last he slowed and his breathing became heavy as I was forced to endure yet another load of clammy semen being pumped up into my uterus. I knew that if I wasn't already pregnant that I certainly would be after tonight. Just as he finished with me the brunette boy grabbed my bra and pulled it off over my head. He had taken his clothes off as well and had been massaging his erection while I was being raped. After throwing my bra across the floor he grabbed me by the arms and lifted me straight up onto my feet, literally popping the other boy right out of me. With the two of them now side by side I could see that he was at least one and a half times larger than the blond boy and at least twice as much of an animal. "Okay. Now let me show you how it is supposed to be done." His hands slid down to my waist and he lifted me up against his body, allowing his rigid sex organ to rub against the inside of my leg until he slowly lowered me down onto it. Feeling it go in, it was very much beyond any doubt that his organ was definitely larger than the other boy's and I struggled against him as he pressed it into me, painfully dilating my vaginal opening to accommodate him. He worked it in and out of me several times, laughing as he did so and telling me how much he was enjoying me. Then he withdrew it and set me back on my feet, slowly turning me around so that I was facing Mr. Todd who was sitting on the sofa. Pushing me forward toward him he kept jostling me until he had me pushed over Mr. Todd with my breasts dangling down in his face, my arms against the wall right above his head. Mr. Todd, looking up at me, began licking them, biting at my nipples just as the brunette boy thrust his enlarged penis into me again. At that angle he was able to drive it into me much deeper, far enough that it caused cramping pains in my stomach as he pounded himself against my body. Luckily, I didn't have to endure him for long and within a minute or two he was making deep grunting sounds and I could feel the spasms he was making in my pelvis as he came inside of me. "Hey there. Don't get me all wet now," Mr. Todd started laughing. He reached up and taking me by my wrists, straightened me up again just as the brunette boy pulled out of me. "All right!" The blond boy yelled. "I'm ready for my second course now." He was still sitting on the floor and the brunette boy backed me up and pressing against my shoulders pushed me down onto his waiting erection. The blonde boy held my arms behind me and began working at stroking himself in and out of my now very wet and very open vaginal passage. His left hand moved around to my left breast and he began squeezing it like Mr. Todd had done. "Hey, Mr. Todd," he asked. "Are we going to be able get milk from this one? She's got great tits." "We'll see," he replied. Then looking at me he continued, "You are going on a little trip my dear. I'm sending you off to school." "Shit!" The blonde boy interrupted. "This one is leaking out all over me. Get off my lap bitch!" He pushed me off his lap onto the floor and I landed on my left arm. Quickly his penis was back in me and he continued to glide it in and out of my vagina while I was held in that strange degrading position which plainly displayed the shame of my rape to the other two men in the room. Mr. Todd was too busy watching us and never finished what he had been saying about my taking a trip and what sort of school he was planning on sending me to but I figured that anything had to be better than my present situation. But then, before very long, I realized that the blond boy was getting ready to come in me again. "Hold still bitch. I'm coming," he said slowly. "I'm coming now." He held my hips tight, pulling me against him while he moaned and shivered for several seconds and then he let go of me. "Jeez. That was great." I only laid on the floor for a couple seconds when the brunette boy sat down on the floor next to me. "Put her on me now. I'm back up again." He continued to work his hand which was wrapped around his grossly enlarged sex organ as he laid down on his back and laughed. The blond boy stood up and forcing my arms behind me, lifted me up and led me over to the other boy so I was standing above him. Then he crushed me down onto the pillar of flesh he was holding in his hand and once again and I could feel it rip its way up into me. Somehow I stretched open enough to accommodate the thing but the pain was enough to make me scream. The boy under me both moaned and laughed as he wiggled from side to side in order to allow himself to plunge deeper into me but once I was all the way on him I realized that by sitting on top of him I could control the depth of his penetration. I knew what to do and began to work my legs up and down, massaging the shaft of his flesh which I tightly held in my vagina and he just laid back on the floor and closed his eyes. From time to time he would look up again, watching his penis disappear and reappear from inside my lower body. Apparently this activity amused him as it did the other men until the blond called out, "Hurry up. I'm ready to go again." "Here then," the brunette boy replied. "You take her." He sat up, pulling out of me and then rudely pushed me off of his legs onto the floor. Before I knew it he kneeled down behind me and the blond boy joined him and was kneeling in front of me, holding his penis in his hand, pulling on it to keep it rigid. Then the brunette boy grabbed me by my ankles and lifted me up, rocking me back onto his lap. He spread my legs wide apart and let me drop down between his, sliding me forward right into his crotch. The blond boy aimed his penis and buried it right into my spread open vagina. Gyrating his hips he began pumping his penis in and out of me while the other boy continued to hold me by my ankles. His assault continued for quite some time until the brunette boy finally said, "Okay. That's enough. My arms are tired now." His hands dropped to my hips and he literally lifted me off the blond boy, setting me on my hands and knees in front of him. Immediately he rammed his penis into my vagina and began pounding it as deep as he could into me. I don't know how one can adequately describe in words the brutality, shame and humiliation involved in being raped over and over again. I know that talking about these multiple rapes becomes repetitious, but as time went by things just became more and more violent. I began to scream from the pain he was causing me, leading the blond boy to lift up my head and yell at me to shut up. The brunette boy must have taken that as his cue to plunge himself into me that much harder which was just what he did and my arms and legs just collapsed out from underneath me. The brunette kept his penis buried in my vagina lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder, painfully and obscenely spreading me open to him while he continued to rape me. Meanwhile the blond boy started pulling me by my hair, lifting my head up off the floor and trying to maneuver himself so that he could stick his penis into my mouth. I tried to resist their savage intentions but it seemed like everything I would do to resist them just made them more violent. Finally the brunette boy let up and withdrew his thing from me. Both boys stood up, pulling me up with them but then the blond boy put his hand behind my head and bent me over into his crotch. Of course the brunette boy rammed his penis back into me again and started to violently hammer it against my strained inflamed vaginal tissue while cheering on to the other boy to stick his into my mouth. The blond boy yelled, "Eat it, bitch." I took his penis in my hand and guided it into my mouth. Unfortunately that wasn't enough for them and the blond boy kept shoving himself into my face until the tip of his penis got into my throat and I started to choke on the thing. In an effort to punish me for choking, the brunette boy squeezed both of my arms behind my back. I was of course crying again by this time and the blond boy grabbed me by my hair and held my mouth in his groin. Somehow I managed to keep his organ in my mouth without gagging on it and this seemed to satisfy the both of them, at least for a while. After a while the blond boy asked, "When are you going to be done? This bitch can't suck worth a damn. I want back in that cunt." "You want her cunt? Here, take it." The brunette replied. as he pulled out of me and lifted me up by my waist until my feet were off the floor. He then moved his hands down to my thighs and spread my legs wide open to the blond boy who wasted no time in penetrating me. I could feel the brunette boy's penis pressing against my back but I was not at all prepared for what he did next. Lifting me up slightly, the brunette boy's penis slid down my butt crack and began poking at my anus. He knew exactly what he was doing and pressed his hardened organ harder and harder against me. "Stop! What are you doing?" I screamed but he didn't seem to or didn't care to hear me and with a sudden jerk his penis split into my rectum. I screamed again and tried with all my might to get away from his deviant assault on my body but my squirming seemed to only make me sink deeper onto his waiting erection. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. However unreal this all seemed, the pain of having my anus ripped open and the cramping aches I was experiencing as he tore into my colon were very real. Just then, the blonde boy, who I had almost forgotten about, began to climax. His irregular spasmodic thrusting only added to the discomfort I was enduring throughout the lower regions of my body but probably served to excite the brunette boy who very soon after started coming in my rear. As disgusting as all of this was, particularly since Mr. Todd had been watching all the while, it at least signaled the end of my rape and they both eventually pulled out of me, dropping me to the floor. The boys left me sit there, curled up and crying, while they cleaned themselves up and got dressed again. Mr. Todd told them to put me in the shower, which they did, amazingly enough taking the time to get the water warm first, and left me there while I cleaned their dirt off of me. I was left to myself for what seemed to be quite a long time before they came back. They had towels to dry me off and my white chenille robe, which became my only piece of clothing, and once I was ready they took me back out to the living room. There were two large, dark looking men waiting for me when I got there. I figured that they had come to rape me but Mr. Todd explained that they were taking me away on a trip. The men laughed at his explanation and then one of them produced a large needle. While one of them held me, the other one injected the contents of the needle into my rear and very soon after that I lost consciousness I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I found myself in what felt like a coffin. Mr. Todd must have had me buried alive. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, it eventually occurred to me that I was moving. I thought at first that the men had put me in the trunk of their car until we hit some rough turbulence and I figured that I was on an old propeller airplane. We flew through what must have been a storm and then the engines slowed and I could feel us descending until finally the plane touched down and taxied to a stop. After a few minutes I could hear some men moving around, sounding like they were probably pushing boxes out of the plane and sooner or later they got around to mine. Instead of moving my coffin, they opened it and it was right then, just as the light hit me in the eyes, that I screamed from the realization that I was totally naked. I must have scared the man who opened my coffin because he jumped back yelling four letter words and calling to the other man that was there to get over and help him. Apparently I wasn't supposed to have awakened before landing and while I tried to cover myself as best I could, they pulled me out of the box I had been riding in. My eyes were just beginning to adjust to the daylight as they led me out of the plane. It was morning and we were at some sort of airport, actually it was more like a tropical vacation spot. Deep blue ocean, white sandy beaches, palm trees, puffy white clouds. There was a terminal building along with a couple of small storage sheds nearby and a tree lined road which led off into some hills. The white sand which had drifted onto the pavement felt very warm and soft on my feet as I was led over to a small white van parked in front of the building. The guard laid a small towel, a wash cloth really, on the floor of the van's cargo area and told me to sit on it so that I wouldn't get all dirty and then closed the doors. Since there weren't any windows in the van I couldn't really tell where we were going but we didn't travel more than a few minutes before it stopped and the door opened again. It appeared that we were at the service loading dock of a hotel or something. Taking me from the van, the guard led me to a service elevator and then to a small hotel room somewhere in the building. Strangely enough, on the way we encountered several people, men and women, maids, service people, and in spite of the fact that I was still totally nude they really didn't seem to pay much attention to us. The room I was left in looked like a small moderately priced hotel room with a bath and shower and I sat on the bed waiting, I supposed, for my first client. After about an hour or so the door opened and to my surprise a young Japanese woman entered. Speaking in broken English she told me to first wash my feet and then to put on the slippers she had with her. Once I was ready she instructed me to come with her and led me back to the elevator and then down a couple more service corridors into what appeared to be a relatively large room with black curtains covering the walls. The room was lit with some sort of photo studio lights hanging both from the ceiling and on stands along two of the walls and contained two small step ladders, each about three feet tall. I was led to the center of the room next to the ladders and told to wait there. The woman went behind one of the curtains and came back with a large pair of black leather handcuffs and just then we were joined by another Japanese woman who was dressed in a tight fitting black leather outfit which could be best described as bizarre. This woman took the handcuffs and used them to tie my arms behind my back. Then, after removing my slippers, she had me climb up one of the ladders before sliding the other ladder next to the one I was on and then took my left foot and moved it over to it. She clipped the handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling, leaving me sort of squatting several feet off the floor with my legs spread apart, one foot on the top each of the two stepladders, trying my best to keep my balance. She next came around in front of me and pulled a roll of adhesive tape out of of a little tool belt she had around her waist. She then tore two pieces of tape off the roll and spreading the lips of my pussy open, taped them so that they would stay open, openly exposing the inner parts of my genitals. I was waiting for what was going to come next when surprisingly she took the girl who had brought me down to the room by the arm and the two of them abruptly turned and walked out of the room. I waited there for a while, wondering when they were going to return when it occurred to me that there were people talking behind the curtain in front of me. I couldn't make out what they were saying but could recognize both male and female voices. That was when it finally dawned on me that I wasn't in a room at all but on a stage and there was an audience gathering on the other side of that curtain. The voices continued, not growing so much in volume but in number until suddenly the lights went out. I heard a small motor start up and then noticed the curtain was being drawn open revealing a sort of night club with mostly male patrons seated at small cocktail tables. In the candlelight from the table centerpieces I immediately noticed Mr. Todd sitting at one of the front tables but there must have been at least fifty or sixty men and several women in that room sitting, eating, drinking, and waiting for the show to begin. They didn't have to wait much longer. The stage lights came up on me and there was a mixture of giggles and applause from the audience. Then from the side two men entered the stage in front of me. The first man introduced the second one, a rather unpleasant looking Japanese man, as Master Yashica, or something like that, and welcomed everyone to this "unique evening of entertainment." The master was about fifty or so, of average build and wore a tailored pin striped suit. He removed his jacket and gave it to the woman who had handcuffed me, now standing on the side of the stage with another large Japanese man. He signaled the large man who began turning a crank where he was standing, lifting the chain hooked to my handcuffs until I was standing, balanced on the two ladders. Turning to me, the master said loud enough for all to hear, "Piss!" While I actually hadn't peed in some time, it certainly wasn't something I wanted to do right at that moment. I was very much aware that although I couldn't see them through the bright stage lights, over a hundred eyes were watching me. I also guessed that this was the master's way of showing both me and the audience who was in charge. His method of destroying my self respect would insure that I would be suitably pliable for his torture scheme whatever that might be. The lights had turned to a bright orange and I noticed that the master now had a small leather whip in his hand which he started to use on my rear. At first the lashes were somewhat light but soon he began to put more pressure into his strokes and it really began to hurt. Figuring that compliance was the only way he would be satisfied, I elected to try to pee and finally a small trickle began to fall to the stage floor. He noticed it immediately and his lashing stopped. Relieved, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax while the urine turned to a steady stream, brightly visible in the stage lights as it splashed onto the ladders and the floor beneath me. The audience which had been very quiet up to that point heightened my humiliation by breaking out into applause as my pee slowed down to a trickle and stopped. Apparently the master decided that the applause was his cue to go forward and take his bows which he followed by telling the audience what he was going to do next. While he was still talking, the woman and the big man lifted me down off the ladders to the now wet floor and then I was seated on a metal table they had set on the stage. The woman produced a coil of rope from somewhere which she began to tie me up with while the master watched. Her method of tying the ropes seemed more like she was creating a macrame project and soon I was covered with ropes around my waist, neck and legs and wrapping around my breasts. She also ran one rope which dug into the crack of my pussy with a knot that ended up right over my vaginal opening after which she ripped off the adhesive tape holding my lips open. She finished by tightening all the ropes where they connected in the middle of my back causing all of them to dig deeply into my flesh. The master took her down front for a bow while I was left on exhibit on the metal table and then she left and he came over to me and began to rearrange her rope knots. The main thing he did was to expose my genitals and once he had accomplished that, the woman appeared with a shaving mug and began to apply its foamy contents to my pubic area. The master then took the razor she had brought him and began running it back and forth along a strap which was hung on the side of the table. This he did for some time, watching me closely while he sharpened the blade and then went about shaving me. After he finished, he hooked two clips to the lips of my pubis, spreading them open as he tied off the strings attached to them to the ropes wrapped around my thighs. The audience which had again become very quiet during this last part, loudly applauded once he had finished and presented me for display. Finally, to the great satisfaction of his spectators, he invited them to come up for a closer look at me. About half of them, mostly middle-aged males and many who looked like Japanese businessmen, took him up on his offer and came forward to inspect his shaving work, the knot tying, and my bound naked body. After the last man had completed a leisurely touching tour of my body the master told them that the first act was completed and then closed the curtain. Once the curtain was closed the woman appeared again and rearranged all the ropes once more, leaving me tied with my hands above my head and my legs spread widely apart, my genitals still explicitly displayed although she did remove the clips. After she finished I was left alone for about ten or fifteen minutes when the woman and the large man returned just as the lights again went out. I could hear the master speaking to the audience through the still closed curtain about what he was about to accomplish next. When he mentioned that his plan included the use of a speculum, I knew why I was positioned the way I was. The curtain opened and the audience again applauded as he walked over to me with the speculum. It was a typical medical device, its business end looking like a stainless steel duckbill about four inches long and about an inch wide which opened up when one squeezed the handle it was attached to. The master inserted the thing into me without much difficulty, though its cold temperature was a bit of a surprise, but that was no longer any concern once he began expanding the thing. He opened the speculum uncomfortably wide before locking it off and I remember the very strange sensation of feeling air on internal places that were normally very private. Then I could feel the warmth of a small light bulb which he inserted into my open vagina. Walking down to the audience he decided to again invite the members of the audience to come up onto the stage for a closer view of the pinkish color of my vagina, my cervix, and a view all the way up to my uterus, all of which was quite visible and on display. Forced to remain in this position for some time I laid back on the bench, enveloped in embarrassment and humiliation while various members of the audience came forward to inspect me. Some made rude comments, some were allowed to poke at my internal organs, even a couple of the women came up for a look. Once they were finished the master inserted a vibrator into my vagina and allowed to rattle against the metal speculum producing a steady rat-tat-tat until he had finished explaining to the audience his various theories of female subjugation and was ready for his next stunt. Figuring I was ready for the next event, he then pulled out the vibrator and speculum, abruptly released the ropes holding my legs up and pulled me up until I was sitting on the edge of the table. He placed a collar around my neck with a chain leash and then retied several of the ropes, adjusting the harness and binding my legs open and pushed me back so I was laying on the table with my legs still spread open to the audience. Immediately an enema tube was shoved into my rectum and he began to pump fluid into my body. This continued until I began to groan and convulse from the pain and pressure of the liquid filling my intestines. Refusing to allow me to expel the fluid I was made to stay that way, shivering and twitching for several minutes, forced to endure his perverted torture. Finally he led me by my chain to a large glass bowl, resembling a large fish bowl, which he had set up in a spotlight at the center of the stage. He told me to sit on the thing and allowed to release my load of watery waste. The audience greeted my gushing discharge with another round of applause and the curtain again closed. My relief at the end of the act was short lived since the woman and the large man placed me back on the metal table and although they removed all the ropes and things which had been used to tie me up, they replaced them with wide red satin ribbon. Once I was securely bound, they then began to do something very, very peculiar. Producing cake decorating utensils and several cans of white frosting, the two of them began to decorate my naked body as if I were some sort of pastry. Apparently it was the Japanese master's birthday that evening and I was going to be presented to him as a birthday cake. They hadn't completely finished when the master returned and began talking to the audience in front of the curtain about his twisted theories of bondage. The woman quickly added strawberries to the frosting and wrote something on my tummy and then they started adding the candles. Two of the candles were taped to my nipples and then globs of frosting were added around them to hold them up. One candle was pushed into my vagina and another one was pressed into my rectum. The last one, the woman took and squeezed into my urethra which hurt intensely but luckily didn't cause any serious injury and then the two of them quickly left just as the curtain motor started up. The curtain opened, accompanied by loud Japanese music and the audience loudly applauded once they saw me on the metal table. The woman, who was the master's assistant, came out and did a little speech about how great the guy was but I wasn't really listening since I was still dealing with the pain in my genitals and hoping she get done and just pull the candles out of me. Of course, they had to light the candles first and he made a big deal out of blowing them out but finally they finished and the woman extracted them from me. Once they had pulled the candles out I was placed on the floor and the woman began to hose the frosting off. At the same time, several other people who I didn't know, took brushes and began scrubbing my skin in what I guess was an effort to completely clean my entire body. It was all pretty irritating since at least two of the brushes they were using had real stiff bristles and it felt more like they were ripping my skin off as they cleaned me. Once they finished I was left sitting on the floor while the two assistants moved a large spool of rope onto the stage and attached it to the floor. The man climbed up one of the ladders next to me and threaded the end of the rope from the spool through a pulley on the ceiling above my head. Then he dropped the rope down to the master who was busily encasing my body in another macrame harness. He kept my arms behind me but this time he pulled them down so that they were tied to my ankles. The spool of rope was attached to a large crank and once the master had tied it to my harness he began to lift me up off the floor so that my entire body was dangling in space. He kept cranking until I was swinging back and forth about eight feet off the floor. Eventually I stopped swinging and the master watched me as I just hung there, motionless, dangling from the ceiling while the loud music continued. He told the audience that I was being hung out to dry and so they played with different colored bright lights on me until I began to dry off. The longer I hung there, the deeper the ropes dug into my skin until the pain began to become unbearable. Just as I thought I was going to pass out, the master gave a signal to his two assistants and I was let down to the floor . I wasn't there long since the master came over to me and again adjusted the ropes, retying several of the knots and moving them so that I was more vertical and my legs were held apart. Then I was hoisted up in the air again and a three sided prism shaped wooden thing that he called the horse was brought out and set in place beneath me. My hair had fallen down in front of my face and so he had one of his assistants tie it up into two ponytails so that the audience could see me better. This horse thing was about four feet long and was triangular in shape so that the top was nothing more than a sharp edge which ran the length of it. It also wasn't exactly prism shaped because right in the middle of that top edge there was a rounded peg sticking straight up at me and another flat piece just behind it. Actually it appeared that whoever built the degenerate thing had found a tree trunk with two branches in the right place and crafted it so that they would stick out right in the center of the sharp edge along the top. The female assistant stopped me swinging with another rope she had tied to my back and the master signaled to the large man to begin lowering me. It became quite clear to me then that the round peg of wood was directly beneath the opening to my vagina and the flat one would slide up into my butt crack, I guess to keep me from moving. What I was most concerned about was not so much how big around the round peg was, since I figured that I could somehow deal with that, but how long it was. While it was difficult for me to tell, being right above it and with the lighting and everything, but it looked to be at least a foot long and I couldn't help but picture it rupturing right through my vaginal tissue and killing me. That didn't stop the big assistant from continuing to slowly lower me down until I could feel the thing pressing against me. It hit almost right on target and as I twisted slightly the thing popped right into me. It was bigger around than I thought and being very dry and hard it hurt quite a bit as it went up into my vaginal conduit. I suppose I was fortunate that the thing was really quite smooth as he made me descend down on to it. I stopped swinging as the two pieces of wood pinned me in place and soon enough I felt the top edge of the wooden triangle nuzzling against the outer lips of my pussy. I could also feel the length of the peg as it pressed itself against the top of my vagina, stretching and forcing its way up against my stomach. I struggled, trying to put my legs together but the man kept lowering me down until my entire weight was pressed against the top of the horse. The sharp edge of wood along the top edge cut through the crack in my pubis and crushed into me in a way I simply have no way of describing in words. I was held there until I was about to black out from the agony when the audience, which had been observing this whole humiliating experience, broke into applause and the curtain was again closed. During the break, the ropes wrapped around my legs along with the rope harness which had secured my arms behind my back were removed. Exhausted, I was laid on the table which was now off to one side of the stage and struggled to catch my breath while the two assistants hooked a large plastic mirror to the ropes which had been used to suspend me from the ceiling. Then from behind the backstage curtain they dragged out three large bamboo poles, each about eight feet long and about four inches in diameter. The woman walked over to me and led me back to the center of the stage beneath the mirror where I was instructed to stand and wait, and about then the lights again went out and the master could be heard in front of the curtain introducing the next act. The curtain opened with the music again, accompanied by a bright spotlight on me, and I quietly resigned myself to wait for him to once more publicly violate me. The first thing he did was to take one of the poles and lay it on the floor behind me. He laid the other two down as well, one on each side, producing a triangular shaped frame with me in the middle which he proceeded to tie together at the corners. Then I was made to lie down on the floor so that I was looking up into the mirror at the audience which, of course, was looking into the mirror at me, while he pulled my legs up and tied them to the top two corners of the triangle. Taking my arms he tied them to the bottom of the triangle so that I was once more totally immobilized, my legs widely spread apart, passively waiting for my next bout of degradation. The assistants then set out a circle of large red candles around me and the lights were dimmed as the master lit them. The spectacle of my candlelit, naked, bound torso was interrupted as the master picked up one of the candles and began dripping hot candlewax onto my stomach. Paying no attention to my moaning and screaming as I contorted my immobile body in a futile attempt to escape him, he didn't pause or acknowledge my pleas and simply continued dripping the blistering hot wax on my bare skin. The wax treatment went on across my torso, with him dripping large globs of scalding crud on me, then to my legs and, of course, my breasts and genitals. While he was in the middle of this torture, a man came running into the room yelling something about the training center being on fire and half of the men in the room, including Mr. Todd, got up and quickly left with him. The master also stopped dripping wax on me and took his final bow. I was left there on the floor, trussed to those bamboo poles and covered with cooling wax while the remaining spectators were allowed to come up on the stage and gawk at me, play with my naked body and to peel souvenirs of dripped candle wax off of my flesh before at last I was finally left alone and someone turned off the music. At least I was alone for a half hour or so when the first woman assistant who had originally brought me there returned and untied me. She led me back up through the labyrinth of hallways to my room in the hotel. You could see the red glow of the fire in the sky from the window and as she helped me peel the rest of the wax off of my skin she told me in her broken English about where I was. The hotel we were in was a casino located on an isolated island in the Caribbean, which offered a wide variety of services to its male clientele. The exhibition I had recently been forced to participate in was just one of them. Of course, there were many others. The casino brought in a considerable amount of money to the owners of the operation and they were also deeply involved in the drug trade as well as prostitution. Actually the training center which was then burning to the ground was the center of the prostitution operation for the entire western hemisphere. She didn't know a lot about the training center, or at least she pretended not to know much about what had gone on there, but she did tell me a few things which seemed totally unbelievable. Originally the place had been put together as a sort of boot camp for pimps to send girls who they were having problems with. However it soon turned into the center of a white slave operation where girls were kidnaped and sold to perverted degenerates all over the world. The really depraved part of her story was that the place had developed into a human dairy operation where women were forced to produce milk and butter which was in turn sold to a long list of clients. It was this last thing that I was introduced to the very next morning. I woke up from the sound of Mr. Todd unlocking the door to the room and I quickly pulled the bed covers up around my neck. He was accompanied by the Japanese master who I had met the night before and together they were dragging several pieces of strange equipment on a luggage cart, setting them out on the floor for me to see as if to impress me or something. "Hey there," he said cheerfully as he walked over to the bed. "Got milk?" I didn't realize what he was talking about and anyway before I could respond he continued, "Okay. Stick out your arm." He waited while I sat up on the bed and then he pulled the sheets off of me. Reaching into a small briefcase he had taken off the cart, he produced a large needle which he filled from a small vial of some sort of drug, laughing to himself as he was doing it. The Japanese master who was watching him asked while he was filling it, "How much of that stuff did he say you're supposed to use?" "He said the initial dose was one cc for every ten kilograms of body weight," Mr. Todd replied. "She must weigh about 50 kilos or so don't you think?" "Yeah. About that." I looked away and closed my eyes as he took my arm and stuck the needle into it, emptying its contents into me. Withdrawing the needle, Mr. Todd continued his conversation with the Japanese master. They were discussing where they were going to locate some sort of large project involving prostitution and female sex slaves or something. I tried to pay attention because I was pretty certain that it was going to involve me but after only a couple minutes I became very dizzy and passed out from whatever he had put in that injection. When I woke up I was still laying on the bed and Mr. Todd and the Japanese man were still talking. My breasts felt unusually sensitive and were very swollen. I rolled onto my side which must have signaled the two men that I was awake. Mr. Todd turned to me, "How would you like to go to Japan?" Then he laughed and told me to get up on my hands and knees. He was working on a strange looking mechanical device he had set on the floor next to the bed. It had two hoses attached to it, each of them terminating with what looked like a funnel. Continuing to adjust things on it for a minute or so he then said, "He told me that this milking machine was designed for goats but they adapted it for use on women. I guess it's set right. This should get it started." He switched the device on and it began to hum, the funnels making alternating suction sounds and it suddenly hit me what he was going to do. It all seemed way too ludicrous that any one would dream up such a thing but the reality of it became unmistakable when he placed one of the funnels on my right breast. The pain was incredible. It felt like that machine was trying to suck my breast right into the hose until I felt myself release and my milk began to flow out through my very tender nipple. The whole thing was so extremely bizarre but it eventually did begin to lessen the pain in my chest. Mr. Todd was having problems with the other funnel and so the Japanese man jumped up and got the ice bucket from the sink. "I must figure a way to work this into my act," the Japanese master commented. "This is just the thing I need to get my exhibition business up and running." He placed the ice bucket beneath me on the bed and then knelt down next to me and continued, "I've done this before once when I was given a tour of the training center. They showed us how to milk those sacks. It was great. You gotta see it to believe it." He wrapped his hands around my left breast and began to alternately pull and squeeze on it, making it even more inflamed until it too released, allowing white streams of fluid to begin slashing through the small openings in my nipples, spurting into the plastic container he had placed beneath me. I couldn't tell what hurt more, the sting of the fluid being forced through my nipples or the deep ache caused by the Japanese man crushing my inflamed glands as he continued to work on them. "Look at all the milk this little girl is putting out," he said to Mr. Todd who was still working on the other hose. "When they're young like this they have so much stamina." Then turning to me he added, "I'll bet you didn't even know you could do that did you." I didn't answer and instead started to cry from the pain and the incredible shame I was feeling. He laughed and added, "It sometimes hurts a little until they get the hang of it." Mr. Todd soon got the other hose fixed and attached it to my left breast so that both of them were on the machine. The Japanese man took the ice bucket and putting it to his lips quickly drank the milk out of it. "Ahh. That was good. I usually like it before I go to bed at night you know. This stuff is great." After several minutes of silently watching me, Mr. Todd turned to the Japanese man. "No doubt, this could be the new beginning of a really novel business enterprise. Now that we have the formula for this stuff, we can make as much as we want. You know Hiroyuki, what would you think of joining together instead of bidding against each other for this operation. The problem with an outfit like the one they built up here is its visibility. Its almost like it was doomed by its own success from the very beginning. But if we take the expertise and the client list they already built up for us, we could franchise this milk formula, make the money we need off of it, and never have to worry about some rival outfit coming in and burning the place down and stealing the women. You know what I mean?" "Yes. I think you may have a point there. But first Therald, we need to get this all in writing." The Japanese man got up from his chair and began physically inspecting me. "How is the milking coming. She seems to be slowing down." I was noticeably drying up but not before Mr Todd had drained at least a quart of milk out of me. My breasts didn't feel as sore as they had before in spite of the machine's constantly pulling on them and my milk had become much more watery making it easier to pass through the small holes in my nipples. The Japanese man had been running his hand all over me and of course it finally ended up digging into my genitals. He began to loosen his belt and open his pants, there being a large bulge in his underwear, when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Todd went to the door and opened it just slightly, "What do you want?" "The island is crawling with police because of the fire," the man at the door told him. "They're down at the training center but its just a matter of time before they show up here. If you want to get out of here, now is the time to leave." No sooner had he finished speaking than the Japanese man grabbed the things that must have been his and putting himself back together, left the room telling Mr. Todd that he had to get to his plane before they did. Meanwhile, Mr. Todd began taking me off of the machine. He put all the equipment back on the luggage cart and pushed it into the closet. Then taking the container of my milk, he quickly left as well. I laid back down on the bed and began to cry. It was quiet for some time until a young woman opened the door. She seemed surprised to find me there and without saying a word went to the closet in the room and pulled out a robe which she gave to me. She then told me that I had better come with her and so I wrapped myself in the robe and followed her. We went straight across the hall to a large room where there were several other women. I think they were all prostitutes who worked at the hotel and I think most of them recognized me from the show the night before. The room belonged to one of the women, a young girl who was about my age and very close to my size, and she lent me some of her clothes so I could get dressed. It was just jeans and a pullover sweater but it felt so good just to have clothes to wear. She even found me some new underwear. She told me that it was no problem since men were always buying her new underwear and she had plenty to spare. I got dressed quickly and no sooner was I done when there was someone at the door with a key. Everyone in the room tensed as the door opened and in walked Mr. Todd. He looked around at us women and immediately focused on me. "Oh, here's where you are. Good, you're dressed," he said as he walked across the room to me. "You're coming with me. You can't be caught here either. They'll trace you back to me. Let's go." He grasped me by the arm but I shook myself away from him and started for the bathroom. Unfortunately, I didn't get very far and he grabbed me again, this time by my jeans. I struggled to get way from him but since the jeans were a little too large for me, he pulled them down around my knees which in turn pulled me to the floor. His attack, however, was abruptly halted by a gunshot from one of the women in the room. I didn't know her but she had pulled a gun from her purse and had shot him in the head and we all watched him as he crumpled to the floor next to me. It then became very quiet and I just laid there, still sobbing and too frightened to move for what must have been several minutes when a police detective who must have heard the gunshot appeared in the still open door. Looking first at us women and then at Mr. Todd's body he began to talk to no one in particular. "I've seen a lot of things on this island, things I didn't even imagine existed. Things I don't even want to think about. After a long pause he added, "I don't see anything here though. Get rid of that body." Then he left. The police rounded up the other men, including the Japanese master, and took them all off to Nassau. We seven women were left alone on the island and within a few days we learned that since no one wanted to claim owning the place, that we might be able to buy it for next to nothing. Some of the women had managed to secret away some of their earnings during the time they had been working at the casino and with that we went to the authorities to see if we could purchase the place or at least put some sort of down payment on it. A very strange thing happened when we got to Nassau. It seemed that an anonymous person had already purchased the entire property and it was to be turned over to us. We were told that we would be able to rent the place for one dollar a year and the Banque SCS Alliance Nassau, LTD., was to act as our landlord. The anonymous person had also set aside a considerable sum of money in an account for our use in any renovations we wanted to do to the property and to use to get the business set up and running. That is how I came to be a resort manager. Our business is doing quite well even for its first year and I still do not know who our anonymous benefactor is. I do know that he or she keeps an active interest in what we are doing and that the bank account is always replenished whenever we spend money out of it. As much as I have expressed our gratefulness to our bankers, they won't tell us anything except that our benefactor is only interested in our success in transforming the island from the kind of place it was.