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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part Seven - Sasha Selected

Medi finally let go of Kelly’s hips as his last, intense contraction sped his seed on its way. She really didn’t get the benefit of it, deriving no real pleasure from having her ass reamed, but he didn’t care. He slapped her, none too gently, on her bare ass, and went over to his desk. The last name, Sasha DiMicelli, along with her photograph, was in the envelope Hernandez had provided him. Her secret was a torrid affair with her brother, Sean. She was a senior, he was just starting at that oh so proper Wall Street law firm. That she was the president fo the FEMLIB Alliance only made it better. He hadn’t picked her. She had selected herself.

Having made his selection, Medi put on gloves and opened the batch of index cards. Taking a pen from an unopened pack, he wrote in block letters:

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BROTHER. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SECRET, MEET ME OUTSIDE THE RATHSKELLER AT CLOSING TIME ON FRIDAY NIGHT. I WILL BE WATCHING TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALONE. OTHERWISE, I WILL POST THE INFORMATION TO THE INTERNET. IT’S YOUR CHOICE.

Having put it in the envelope, he turned his attention back to the sighing girl in his bed. Rewarding her patience, he rolled her over on her back and let her frantically pull his cock into her white belly.

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Shasha was still toweling herself off, after her shower. Her roommate, Cindy, came bouncing into the room. Tossing the nearly naked Shasha a letter, Cindy began to unload books and other stuff from her pack. Both of the girls were brunettes. And both of them were quite pretty. And both of them were heavily involved in the FEMLIB Alliance. She knew there were rumors about the two of them, that they were lovers. Cindy, in particular, went out of her way to prove she was a normal girl. Shasha went on her share of dates, too, but she seldom did what the slobbering pigs wanted her to do. And she was preparing to go out with one tonight.

After brushing her hair down a little more, she wrapped it in a towel and opened the letter. She had hoped it was from Sean, but did not recognize the block writing. She opened it and began to scan the notecard inside. Had she not been setting, she would have fallen. Someone had found out about Sean and herself. Had Cindy still been in the room, she would have seen her chalk white face. Her vision was blurred. It was several minutes before Sasha could see properly. And her hands were shaking. Somehow, she had know a day like this would come. And it finally had. She and Sean had started out when she was in the eighth grade, and he was a senior in high school. She had been the aggressor, and had remained that way over the years. Having transgressed a major moral boundry, they had explored lots of other depravities.

It was already Friday night and she had to make a decision, whether to go or stay away. But she really had no choice. If she were going to protect Sean, she had to go. She was crying when Cindy came back into the room. Unable to control herself, she told her an edited version of the truth. She said there was some guy who was trying to blackmail her, who was saying she was a lizzy, and would use it to hurt Sean if she didn’t go see him. Her friend and comrade in arms agreed to help her, to go with her to confront this slime ball.

Medi was at the Rathskeller a little before midnight. It closed later on the weekends. The crowd was fairly lively, and he had to set at the bar for a while, before a table opened up. The music, was live from a loud, not very good, rock band. Not current with the decay termed pop culture, he endured it. His table was right at the entrance, hardly a choice location. He had arranged for Grimes and Jarvis to stay in their car until about 10 minutes before closing. They would drift over and step into some dark doorway to await their role.

Around 11:45 he saw his prey, a dynamite brunette, come into the pub. He frowned as he saw she had another girl with her. This would be a new one. He had delt with boyfriends twice, but never a girl friend. Standing at the door, they glanced at him several times, as they whispered together. He looked away each time.

Sasha and Cindy had considered coming earlier, but saw no advantage to it. They stood near the door, trying to figure out who it would be. They surveyed the crowd, wondering. But no one seemed obvious to them. There was some annoying little Arab near them who kept looking them over. They gave him the cold shoulder.

In a little bit of a surprise, the bartender announced last call. After all, it was Friday night and there was always the option to remain open until 2:00 AM. Medi tossed down the last of his beer and shuffled out with with the other people. He gave the two girls only the most casual of glances. One of them stared daggers into him. Medi went over to his usual shadows and motioned for Grimes and Jarvis to stay put. He was pretty sure he could handle this. They were about the last to leave.

Sasha felt reassurance from Cindy’s arm pressed against hers. But everyone was out now, and they still had no idea who the slime-ball might be. She and Cindy went back outside, to stand by the entrance. They scowled as the gate was closed and locked, and the lights went down. Sasha was glad to have Cindy’s presence, but she hoped she had not made a mistake by bringing her. She ws becoming fearful just as Cindy was becoming ever more angry. Her stalwart comrade was muttering to Sasha that she would claw his eyes out. It was odd how they both thought it was a man. They could see no one.

His target, Sasha, was wearing a black turtleneck and a vest, with tight black jeans and tennis shoes. She had a scarf around her neck, undoubtedly cold from the two inch bare midriff she was showing. He was determined that she would show a lot more before the night was over. The two girls, becoming more agitated, hung around the entrance. Finally, he made a coughing sound and they whirled to face him. Had there been more light, he was sure their eyes were blazing with anger. “Would you be waiting for someone?” The waltz had begun.

The accent was unmistakeably foreign. She peered into the darkness, unable to see who it was. She prepared to lambast him? Him? She couldn’t be sure. Cindy jumped in before she could respond. “Who the fuck are you, you bastard?”

He stayed in the shadow, laughing slightly. “Why are you so rude? I am just someone who loves to watch videos. And I wondered if you liked to see them too.” He had watched the two videos of Sasha and Sean several time. He knew exactly what she was going to do for him. He saw his target suddenly freeze.

Even as Cindy prepared to argue her case, Sasha felt her blood run cold. She felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. She and Sean had made those videos about a month after his marriage, and she thought they were gone. This changed everything, and she had to get Cindy out of here. She grabbed Cindy, in mid-sentence, and jerked her away from him. “Cindy, Cindy, wait a minute.” Her friend was almost frothing at the mouth. She continued in a low voice. “This was all just a joke. I know this is hard to believe, but this is just a joke.” She could sense her friend’s confusion. “He’s my new boyfriend.” She lied as she went along, not quite sure where she was going to end up. “He likes to play at being a spy, and this is one of his little games.”

Cindy was suddenly extremely embarrassed. She transfered her anger to her room mate. “What are you doing? I cannot believe you Sasha.” She remained silent. Cindy glared from the girl to the Arab. “Don’t you have better things to do. You are so stupid, inconsiderate and foolish.” With that Cindy vigorously shrugged off Sasha’s hand on her arm and stomped off. Sasha looked forelornly at her only real hope.

He coughed again, and she looked in his direction. “I hope I have caused you no trouble.” She said nothing to him. “As I said, I have two videos in my van. Should you wish, you may preview them.” She was still silent. “I was considering putting them up on eBay. Would you care to come with me, or not?”

She still could not see his face. She felt totally sick at having been so stupid. Then he was walking away from her. This was the moment of truth for her. Having sent her friend away, she could still back out. If she walked away, she could still be free. And she did walk. But her feet, as if they were someone else’s, followed him. She was beyond dread, feeling totally helpless.

He was unsurprised to hear her quick footsteps as she followed. He ignored her, not saying anything or looking at her. She was silent, moving passed him to get into the van. He made no move to touch her. There would be plenty of time for that, later.

She was still dazzled by the sudden light. She had been dismayed that the back of the van was little more than a bed. She got in and crawled to the back, as far away as she could. When he slid the door shut, the lights stayed on, rather than going out. She got a good look at him, a damned Arab she had never seen. She noticed that the windows were heavily tinted.

She wasn’t making eye contact, and he needed to change that, immediately. “Look at me!” Her head snapped up. Her eyes started to slide away. “Look at me!” He wasn’t going to let her even fractionally deny what was about to happen. “What is your name, your Christian name.” The last part was in a sneer.

She brushed back a tear and turned her motion into an adjustment of her hair. “Sasha. Sasha DiMicelli.” Her hand was shaking.

The recordiing devices were running as he asked her the key question. “Your brother’s name is Sean?” She nodded and he reminded her to answer him verbally. She did. “You have had sex with him, yes?”

She closed her eyes, and then remembered to open them. It was clear he knew there was something going on. She shrugged. Her head snapped back as he suddenly slapped her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rubbed her cheek. He raised his hand again. She quickly answered him. “Yes. Yes, I had sex with him.” He wanted more. “Yes. I had sex with my brother.” He wanted to know how many times. “Lots of times.” He wanted to know how she had fucked him. “He fucked me in my pussy, and my mouth. My ass, too.” He wanted to know for how long. “I guess for about seven years.” He wanted to know how recently. Her cheeks were burning bright red. “The night before his wedding.” She was crying now as he commented that her brother’s performance on his wedding night must have been a little limp.

“Was I unclear in my instructions about tonight?” She was looking blankly at him. “Did you understand the instruction to come alone?” She froze, saying nothing. He reached out and slapped her again. This time she shied away from him, taking the sting out of the blow. She was crying again. “What were the instructions for tonight?” He held up his hand and she flinched.

The last blow had not hurt much. Nor had the first. There was more an injury to her pride than anything else. “I was to come alone. I’m really really really sorry. Honest.” He laughed at her and asked why he should believe her. She had no answer for that and decided to say nothing.

“There is a word for how you acted, is there not?” She was looking confused again. So he threw her a line. “If you had followed my instructions, you would have been good, yes?” She slowly nodded. “So, if you were not good, what were you?”

She was sick at heart. This was not going well at all. “Not good?” She smiled, trying to turn it into a joke, but he looked flatly at her. His arm started to come up. She quickly provided the answer. “Bad. Right?” He nodded. “I was a bad girl, right?” He nodded again.

“You have liked playing at the bad girl, yes?” He saw her nod. “Perhaps you played the part of bad girl for your brother, yes?” She nodded again. “Did he spank you?” He felt his cock harden as she nodded. “No. Tell me.”

“He spanked me.” Sean had, a few times. She had let him do it, more for his pleasure than hers. It had not really made their love making any more pleasurable, but he had gotten off inside her pretty quickly. At his urging, she told him what had happened. “Well, he spanked me with his hand.” With further coaching she explained that she had laid across his lap, with her bare ass offered up for him. And he had administered his strokes. She tried to remember if they had done it with the video cam on or not, and could not remember.

“Show me how you did it.” He was holding up a ping pong paddle, something Sean had used on her too. She finally had to lay on her back to get her pants down. He wanted the panties down too. With that she lay across his lap. She felt ridiculous and vulnerable. She knew her ass was fully explosed to him. She could feel his prick, rock hard against her stomach. She jumped when he touched her firm ass. She worked hard to stay fit, and was proud of her muscle tone. His hand was cold as he ran it over her skin.

Even in the dim light he could see her skin almost crawling. Her flesh was very warm against his hand. “This is how we will conduct ourselves. I will administer your punishment. After each one, you will count. And you will thank me, since this is for your own good. Should you forget to do either, we shall start over. Do you understand and agree?”

She and Sean had played this game a few times, and the rules were almost the same. She felt his finger stroking her smooth check, and move toward her crack. She reckoned he would be fingering her soon. What else could she do but say yes. And then she felt an electric jolt of real pain when he gave the first stroke. This was much harder than anything Sean had ever done to her. And then she felt her ass starting to burn where he had smacked her.

The paddle had made a perfect red mark on her white flesh. She had jumped and was getting up. “You may, of course, leave. I will, of course, post the videos to the net. Please decide what to do.” She froze, and then slumped back down onto his lap, defeated. “Ah, very good. However, since you neither counted nor thanked me, we shall start again, yes?” She lay still in his lap.

They both knew she had no choice. She groaned and silently cursed herself. And then she had been struck again. She went rigid with her body, but fought back the urge to move. She remembered. “One. Thankyou.” Then he was striking her again. “Two, thankyou.” The pain was incredible, and she felt like she was on the verge of loosing it. The van lurched, and she was wondering if she were imagining it. “Three, thankyou.” She couldn’t help it anymore and she began to sob. “Four thankyou.” She was openly crying. “Five, thankyou.” She lay there, crying, not caring what was next. Then he was murmuring comforting sounds, stroking her ass. She was somewhat aware he was back to playing with her ass. She willed herself to relax.

He resisted the opportunity to finger her, to violate her body without her permission. It was critical that she agree to each step in the process. He pushed her off of him and waited as she rearranged herself. She was pulling her pants back up over her lean ass. He turned on the van’s DVD player. He looked at her, her eyes torn between the screen and his face. He fast forwarded to the part where she was sucking on a man’s cock. She was holding her brown hair back so they had a good look at her face. He fast forwarded to the part where she was doing her cowgirl imitation. He felt himself growing hard as she moaned and cooed for her brother. He turned from the screen to her. Her eyes were huge.

She began to understand his game. They were going to recreated scenes from one of those damned DVDs. And they had done a number of very kinky things together. In spite of the bad lighting and poor camera angel, it was obviously her as she greedily and nosily sucked on Sean’s cock. Before he could cum, she mounted him and rode him, whooping and laughing, grinding her pelvis’ down into his. She bucked and drove herself up and down his spear, moaning and whimpering in ecstacy. Eventually Sean arched his back, lifting them into the air, pumping his seed into her belly.

“This is all so sordid, do you not agree?” She was still staring at the frozen image. “Perhaps your parents would be interested, yes?” Her head whipped around to him, her hair flying out before settling down. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

“Oh God, please don’t. They would never understand. Please don’t.” And she knew they wouldn’t understand. And what about poor Sean. He was asking her what she was offering. She knew she needed to start low, but not too low. She smiled a hopeful smile. “I have $500, would that be enough.” He wanted to know if she had more. Her voice was quivering. “I suppose I could get $1500.” And she knew Sean would have to help her. He laughed and told her money was not interesting to him. And he asked what else she had to offer. He was staring at her breasts as he asked the question, making it very obivous what he had in mind. And, while she was many things, she was not stupid. “Do you want me to do the things for you I did for my brother?” The video was still playing, and she was riding her brother again. But he wanted a blank check. He was demanding that he could do anything he wanted. “But it cannot be illegal, right? I won’t do anything illegal.” But he brushed that aside, saying he would do as he pleased, or else.

She looked at him and then up at the DVD. The sound track indicated she was having a good time. “Either agree, or I release the videos. Which will it be? Choose!”

The order to take her clothing off was no surprise. She pushed her pants down again, and then the rest of the way off. She pulled her top off, followed by her sports bra. Her breasts swung free, and she was totally naked in front of him. She could feel goose bumps on her skin. Then he ordered her to play with her pussy. Resigned, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, letting him see. She ran her finger over her pussy lips and immediately opened up, already wet. She lubricated her finger before finding her pea in the pod. She played with it, occasionally going down to her love hole. She felt her eyes partially close. In spite of this humiliating situation, she was beginning to breath more raggedly, her body responding to this practiced motion. He asked if she were ready. She just looked at him. He ordered her to answer. “Yes.”

Then he ordered her onto all fours, which she did, facing away from him. Her tits hung down, wobbling around. He gazed at her two holes, knowing which he wanted. Unzipping his pants, his hard cock sprang free, ready for action. On his knees he moved up behind her, feeling her sexual heat. Taking his cock, he started pushing it between her pussy lips. She was very wet. Grabbing her hair, he thrust his hips forward, entering her. She groaned with the love pain. Then he started thumping against her, his passion growing with each pentration. With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed one of her tits. And then he took her other and fucked her. Her head hung down. And then she lowered her head to the matress, totally submitting to him. He felt his passion crest, and then he was pumping his seed into her white belly. He found he was squeezing her tits and she was whimpering at the sudden pain. He so loved screwing these white sluts. And then she began to experience orgasms as his sperm took over her body. She was in a pain/pleasure mode. He pushed against her and laughed that she was pushing back against him. Then she was moaning as he continued to fuck her. And she continued to moan. Finally he tired of her and pulled out of her. As he leaned back, she tried to set in his lap, hopeful of more. He playfully slapped her on her bare ass and pulled his pants up.

Sasha stayed put, head driven down into the matress, ass up in the air, waiting. This had been the most incredible fuck in her life. He wasn’t as big as Sean. But Sean had never grabbed her tits the way he had. Her nipples throbbed where he had twisted them. She didn’t really care that she was on the pill. She wasn’t sure if it was over when someone she had not realized was in the van was there. She was still rearing to go so she let him enter her. She was still cumming, but not as much as at first. The new man was bigger than the Arab. He quickly emptied himself in her. And then there was another man ready to take her. Without shame, she let him take her. He was very vigorous, but didn’t last very long.

Medi returned to the back and pulled her head toward his crotch. She obliged him by bringing his cock back from the dead. And then he had her turn around and he began screwing her pussy again. She again had toe curling orgasms. Together with Grimes and Jarvis, the four of them repeated this cycle all night.

At some point it came to an end. He was handing her her clothes. She fumbled, but could not find her panties or bra. At his insistence, she pulled on her pants and top over her naked body. Outside, the cold air hit her like a sharp slap in the face. He was pushing against her, and she felt her body respond. And then, he was rubbing against her again. She recognized it when he began to cum. Only when she felt wetness on her belly did she realize he had used her to masterbate. Then he was gone, and she had his sticky fluid oozing down the front of her outfit. Wiping some of it off, she stumbled back to her room.

He made eye contact with two girls standing, open mouthed, in the doorway to the Soriety House. He flicked some cum off his rod and pulled it back into his pants. Then he zipped up and got back in the van. Sasha’s panties joined the other five trophies.

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Sasha was still trying to come to terms with what had happened to her. She had to set pretty gingerly for a day, even though she was still reminded every time she sat down for days. And her pussy was extremely tender, and she really didn’t want to have sex, not that she had any opportuntiies. And her relationship with Cindy was slow to heal. She had been very upset with her, feeling she had been toyed with before Sasha spent a night with some guy, coming home early in the morning like a common whore. But all of those factors were small compared to the fear she lived in that the Arab would and could use his information to wreck her. She dared not tell Sean about it.

Medi was feeling pretty worn by his exploits over these American girls, but he still had one last one to do to complete his six (or sex?) pack. He groaned at the thought of yet another orgy, but he needed to get his hooks totally into Sasha. He knew that, had it not been for Grimes and Jarvis, he would have screwed her a couple of times and that would have been that. What he really wanted to do was cuddle up with Kelly, ream her a couple of times and call it a night. He was surprised at how fond he was of the red-head. She had long since stopped protesting, and was even calling him to see if she could come over. This was one night he couldn’t.

Finally, it was Saturday night and Sasha was prepping to go out with a guy who had been hitting on her for the longest time. She was resolved to soak him, to punish his checkbook, to even the score for her unhappiness. She was just finishing her eye liner when her phone rang. It was 06:30. She was shocked to her core that it was that same quiet, oily foreign voice which had degraded her so completely.

From the tone of her voice, he could tell she was suspicious, but polite, which was good. And she said she had something else planned for the evening, which was expected. But he needed to break her. “I would appreciate it if you would come over to my place in, say 30 minutes. Would that present a problem?” She tried to deflect his request, which he changed to anorder. “If you are late, I will spank you. If you do not come, I will release the videos to the net.” He told her the address and hung up the phone.

She had no choice, but to finish her makeup and head for the door. She had no time to change out of the outfit she had been intending to use for her date. She cringed at how he might take her leather mini, seamed nylons and silver silk blouse. But, what did it matter? He had already despoiled her anyway.

While he was waiting, he shaved and put a maroon silk dressing gown on. He didn’t bother to wear any underwear, since he wouldn’t be needing it long. And he checked the video cameras, making sure their settings were well suited to the low level lighting in his apartment. He wanted to record his session with her, for the future. Near the deadlline, he heard a car pull up and doors slam. Shortly after, there was the click of heels on stairs and the hallway. As she knocked, he called for her to come in.

In the dark, she had trouble finding his address. Fortunately, though it was a large complex, she had parked near his building. She got to the door and knocked, in less that 25 minutes. She was breathing a little hard as she stood there. His voice told her the door was unlocked, which it was. And she walked in to the dimly light apartment. Her eyes adjusted, and she could see him in a dressing gown, the front beginning to tent from his erect manhood.

Medi was amazed at the resiliency of his body. Just one look at this vision of sex caused him to stiffen. He ignored the pole beginning to poke out of his dressing gown. He told her she was going to a party he was throwing in a week. It was a beach party. And he had her costume. He tossed the last box to her.
She caught the box he tossed her, and opened it. It was a bikini. A very small bikini. She held it up in the dim light. Even then, she could see it was a bikini which was almost see-through. He was telling her to change, and to use the razor in the bathroom if she need to. She already knew she would. She went into his bathroom, closed the door, and stripped off her clothes. She rumaged around and found his razor, lathered up, and gingerly shaved herself. Then she put on the bikini, cringing at how small it was. She was hardly able to cover her nipples, even though the material was too thin to do more than disguise her nipples. When she put on the bottom, and adjusted it, it just covered her mound, and disappeared in her crack, coming out behind, heading up to the string around her waist. She could sort of see her pussy lips through the material. On impulse, she slipped her heels back on and walked out to show herself off. In spite of her humiliation, she was beginning to feel heat.

He found himself stroking his cock as he waited for her. The drug he was taking effect, and he was starting to rev up. He heard water running and he knew she was preparing herself. And then the door opened, and she stood there, in the light. Her dark brown hair was loose, hanging over her sholders. And the translucent bikini showed everything, and hid nothing. Not only was it too small to totally cover her nipples, it was not opaque enough to effectively screen them. And she had on heels, something he would tell the other girls to duplicate. He shrugged of his dressing gown, and motioned for her to come to him.

When she got to him, she slipped her arms under his, pressing against his hair body. She felt his manhood against her, and she knew she wanted him. Then he was pushing her down to her knees, and she knew she should feel shame. But she didn’t. His cock was in her mouth and she began to minister to him. She kept going until he came, and she swallowed it. From there, they went to the bed for a night of wonderful sex. She had one mind shattering orgasm after another. And when he made her leave the next morning, she was still not sated, wanting more of him.