Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I had met Loretta in the bar earlier on that evening. I could not believe that she had invited me back to her place. She had the sort of figure that you could drool over for hours - no, days. In short, she was the sort of girl that I could not dream of shagging. Yet there I was, in her lounge, doing her over the sofa. I had gone to the bar and ordered a Bud when she wandered over and asked if I would mind buying her a drink, a Bailey's. How could I refuse someone like that? She had the most gorgeous face, an infinitely shaggable body, and the sort of lips that were asking for a cock to part them. I bought her a drink and she had told me her name. We got talking and after twenty minutes or so she asked me if I would like to go back to her apartment and bend her over the sofa. She asked directly, just like that. I was surprised she asked so early - it had only just gone dark - but there was no way that I was going to turn an offer like that down. When we got back, she took her clothes off pretty quickly and I saw that she looked even better without her blouse on. Her tits were just the right -~handful -(TM) size, her cunt was shaven, and her ass was asking to be screwed. Normally I do not even consider shagging girls up their asses but there she was: perfect. I had wasted no time in ripping my own clothes and soon we were at it. First she sucked on my length, to harden it. Her lips knew how to do the job just right and I could have shot my load, right there and then. But she stopped before it got that far, and she sat down on the easy chair, legs parted for me to taste the middle. I wasted no time in getting on my knees between the spread legs of this sex goddess. She was shaven so there was none of that prickle of pubic hair. Loretta moaned in ecstasy as I let my tongue do what came naturally. After a few minutes she pulled my head away and asked me to bend her over the sofa. I did so, with pleasure. She leaned over the side of the sofa and I pushed her forward, over the arm, so that her cunt was staring at me. Then I ploughed right in there. She giggled as I thrust into her, my hips touching her buttocks with every ram. I was grunting like a pig and she giggled and giggled, and neither of us heard her boyfriend arrive back with his friends, and their girlfriends, until the front door opened and they saw us there, doing it over the sofa like a pair of dogs. Yes, Loretta had a boyfriend! She had said she felt ill earlier on and that he should go out without her. But the ball game had been called off so they had come home to watch a couple of movies. The boyfriend, Hank, was none too pleased at finding his girlfriend enjoying being shagged like a dog by some runt that he had never seen before. Face it; Loretta was not the sort of girl you would share if she were your shag! Now Hank was a big guy - a footballer - and he dragged me out of Loretta by the neck and held me up against the wall, so that my feet didn -(TM)t touch the ground. He grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. The agony was intense. He was ready to kill me, and I think that he might possibly have done so if one of his friends hadn't suggested that they could have some fun with me first. He said something to the effect that they would have two toys for a change. I did not understand him then, but that was soon to change. Five minutes later I found myself strewn naked across the table alongside Loretta. I dared not question what was going to happen to me. One of the girls suggested I grip the other side of the table, saying it would make it easier for me to bear the entry. There were five guys, including Hank, and the other four had girlfriends with them. I couldn't see what they were preparing for me behind my back as I did not dare risk the consequences of looking behind me. Next to me Loretta remained silent and I decided to follow her lead. Two of the girls were discussing the size of something and one of them suggested they show it to me to see so that I could view the enormity of the thing. I started to dread what was to come, and guessed correctly about what they were talking about. One of the girls, a blonde who I later discovered to be called Cindy, walked around the table. To my arousal I saw that she was almost totally naked, apart from a pair of thigh-high leather kinky boots. To my dismay I saw that she wore a long, black, strap-on dildo about her waist. It was very realistic: veins and everything. I began to quiver in fear. She explained that Hank did not think I deserved any lubrication to ease entry and that if I wanted it to hurt less I had better start licking. With that she forced the obscenity into my mouth. I was helpless to do anything but obey, and started to anxiously lick the shaft of the dildo. As she drove in deeper, I struggled not to gag and then, as soon as I feared I could take no more of the dildo into my mouth, she withdrew. Only to ram it back in. She was raping my mouth with an 8" long dildo and there was nothing I could do but submit. As the blonde continued to slam the thing into my mouth, another girl, I am not sure which one, proceeded to wrap a studded collar around my next. The collar had a hoop in it through which she looped a leash. I was now totally at their mercy: any disobedience would result in asphyxiation at their mercy. A dog. When the collar was in place, Cindy removed the dildo from my mouth. She walked slowly around the table, her heels clacking on the wooden floor. The clacks stopped, and then there was a scraping noise as she turned around to face my vulnerable backside. She warned me to hold on to the table tight. My buttocks were roughly pulled widely apart and the dildo was thrust down my anus in one swift motion. I howled in indignation and pain, yet the sensation of this buggery was strangely pleasant. Cindy placed her hands on my buttocks and started to methodically bang me. My body was racked with torment, my knuckles turned white as I clung tightly to the table. My buttocks wobbled with each thrust and I began to writhe around pathetically, as if it would free my anus from this rape. With each thrust my eyes would bulge outwards and I would utter a scream. This began to annoy another girl, a raven-haired one called Sonya, who walked around to my front muttering how pathetic I was. In front of my very eyes she proceeded to remove her panties - black lace - and shove them into my open, screaming mouth. This makeshift gag muffled my screams. The sight of the gorgeous brunette sexily removing her panties, along with the persistent humping that Cindy was considerately applying proved too much. Loretta first giving me a blowjob and then insisting I screw her had already taken me to peaks of excitation and I could hold on no longer. I released the load in my testicles with a relief and the sperm beneath me created a sticky puddle. I would pay for that later. For now though, there was no respite from that wicked dildo. As I was screaming in indignation at the humiliation I was being put through, Loretta was moaning in pleasure. I realised for the first time that she was a rampant nymphomaniac and a sex slave to Hank, who was currently buggering her without the need of any sex aids. She had, I assumed, simply got bored and decided to drag someone new into her perverted little games. At last Cindy pulled that dildo from my anus for the last time. I allowed myself to slump over the table in relaxation. Cindy warned me against it and a few seconds later someone else placed their hands on my ass and started to bugger me with the dildo - I think it was Sonya, the girl whose knickers were stuffed in my mouth. The other two girls - I found out that one was called Linda and the other Kerry - who had not yet raped me, were in front of the table playing with each other. They had both changed (presumably whilst Cindy was tormenting me) into bondage gear and wore fishnet tights, studded bras, and the like. They were in the 69 position and the sight was very erotic. Meanwhile another guy took over from Hank and started to energetically bang away at his sex servant. Loretta renewed her giggles even louder - I was glad that at least she was getting some titillation from the ordeal. Eventually all four girls had shagged me with the dildo, for about ten minutes each. Each new arrival found it easier to enter my passage - my anus had been widened considerably, after all - but now it hurt painfully. For a few moments I had thought that the guys were going to start raping me, but to my relief I was spared that ignominy. Kerry was the last to have her fun with me and finally withdrew, tired, administrating a single sharp slap as she left. I was ordered to remain in position. Sonya pulled my panty gag from my mouth and tossed it, heedlessly, behind her. One of the guys, Bruce, told Loretta to shut up; she was still moaning - I could just imagine the guys' cum running down her legs onto the wooden floor beneath. There was a whistle and a crack as a cane smacked onto my bare buttocks. I yelped in pain and surprise. Beside me, Loretta too offered a shriek, though hers had been more orgasmic than mine. It was Linda, a redhead, who had brought the riding crop down on my naked bottom. Loretta thanked Hank, who had lashed her, and begged for another: "Thank you, Master. Please may have another?" I decided that I was advised to follow suit and requested the sadistic redhead to strike again. She wasted no time, this stroke landing on the right buttock only. With difficulty I suppressed my yelp and once more offered my thanks and requested that she cane me again. Linda caned me a dozen times before she asked me why I wanted more. Surely, she suggested, it was stupid for me to ask for more punishment when her riding crop was causing enough pain. By now my backside was covered in red lines. She had started by lashing each buttock individually. After six strokes had been delivered that way she had given me four strokes that had gone horizontally across both buttocks, and the final two had been administered diagonally across my buttocks. Those last two had hurt most, crossing over the current welts. Opting for a finer schoolmasters' cane, to cause me more focused pain, the cruel redhead suggested that rather than requesting another stroke I would be better off pleading for mercy. She had barely finished her sentence before wickedly swinging the cane down again. The bitch proved merciless as she repeatedly rained lashes down on my poor, suffering bottom. I was crying out with every blow, and they came thickly. My whole body convulsed, firstly on each lash, but soon all the time. I had to grip the edge of the table so tightly for fear of sliding off the table - I dared not even imagine how serious a crime that would be seen as. To help me, Kerry, another brunette, grabbed hold of my leash and yanked my head forward. Now I had suffocation to contend with as well. Loretta was still thanking Hank for each lash that he administrated but now even she was starting to show the strain. Each blow of the whip was met by a howl of pain but don't misunderstand me - she was enjoying the whole ordeal. I was most definitely not. At last Linda concluded my flagellation. My body did not seem to realise this though and continued to tremble, much to my continued chagrin. But if all this seemed bad so far, worse was to come. It was one thing to come to terms with the pain. The following degradation was, to me, far worse. Cindy took the cane from Linda and for a moment I thought that they were all to get the opportunity to whip me, just as they had all had a go at buggering me. Gladly I was wrong. She merely rested the cane across my shoulder and back and asked Hank if she and the girls could take me to the bathroom for a while. It was clear that Cindy and Hank were the chief dominants. He said that it would be fine and I was led to the bathroom, Kerry still yanking my chain. Before we got there Hank suddenly gave out an animalistic yowl, pointing at the mess my sperm had made on my table. Grabbing my head he shoved my mouth and nose into the gunge. "Lick it slut!" he bellowed, yanking my testicles downward for persuasion. Fearfully I desperately licked it off the table, the salty stuff getting stuck on my lips. Eventually it was all clean. He squeezed my balls so tightly that I almost fainted, then he permitted Kerry to take me to the bathroom. The bathroom was large and spacious, like the lounge. I was ordered to sit on the floor and I did not risk disobedience. The girls all stood around me, enjoying my hapless predicament. They were all slim and flawless and powerful, and none of them were above twenty-one. I was twenty-four so to have younger girls treating me like so was all the more humiliating. Sonya removed her stiletto shoes so that she was barefoot, and started to ask me how I liked foot worship. I stammered, unable to say anything and she continued to probe, enquiring if I liked the taste of hot feet. I continued to stammer pathetically and suddenly she raised her foot and rammed it into my gaping mouth thus pushing me over onto my back. Her toes were jammed into my throat and she must have got more than half of her dainty foot in there! Grabbing the leash roughly she forced my neck up so that I was looking into her eyes. I licked the foot as well I could, like the good little slave that they demanded I be, hoping to appease her. She seemed happy at my compliance. Another girl, Linda I think, did not want to be left out of the game. She was wearing long thigh-length boots with stiletto heels, which she now used to grind into my scrotum. I sucked on Sonya's foot frantically, my eyes pleading with her to make Linda stop, but it was useless. I was now their sex slave as much as Loretta was Hank's, and there would be no clemency. After delaying for a while, to enjoy the predicament she was putting me in, Linda freed my testicles from her grinding heel. Sonya removed her foot as well. She stood astride my head and unzipped the zip around her crotch. Then she sat on my face, putting her whole weight on my head. Her glistening cunt was right above my mouth and my nose was rammed into her anus, queening me. Dutifully I started to lick her out, first swirling my tongue around her clitoris and then allowing it to dart further in. She shifted in response as my tongue triggered her nerve-endings giving her untold pleasure. Suddenly I felt some sort of strap on my leg. It was swiftly ripped off dragging the hair out with it. I cried out with pain and Sonya pushed herself down on me even more heavily. The strap was applied again and I felt more hair being torn out. They were using wax straps to shave the hair off my body. The pain of the waxing was bad, but bearable. I continued to lick Sonya out and as the others were just finishing my legs, she gave out an orgasmic moan. Her body shuddered and my face was suddenly covered in her juice. Quite a lot ended up in my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. After remaining for a few seconds, to recover, she stood. I gratefully breathed in fresh air, but my relief was short-lived as Cindy squatted down on me, so that I could lick her out as well. The girls took it in turns to squat on my face while the others waxed my whole body. They proceeded from my legs to my stomach and chest and then my arms and armpits. They shaved me almost completely. Kerry produced a pair of handcuffs and bound my wrists together behind my back. The bitches made me move into a kneeling position, so that my lips were touching Cindy's boots and my ass was raised high in the air. Linda placed her heel on the small of my back, bent down, and applied the waxing strip to my ass-hairs. I screamed out in shock and agony, which angered Kerry who kicked me in the abdomen, knocking the air out of my lungs. I was now lying face-up. My dick was now wholly erect, and lying flat against my belly. Linda placed her shoe over my dick; so that her heel was one side of my penis, and her sole the other. I squirmed beneath, hoping against hope that she was not going to stand on it. She didn -(TM)t. Instead Cindy gave instructions out. Two of the girls held my arms firmly, Kerry placed a spreader bar between my ankles leaving me wide-open, and Cindy came to stand in between my knees, brandishing a razor and a can of shaving foam. I begged loudly, screaming, imploring her not to put that thing near my cock. Sonya grabbed a ball-gag and strapped it into my mouth, rendering me mute during my stripping. Yes, I say stripping, because now they were making me completely naked. Cindy spread the foam over my pubic hair and then began to expertly shave me. She warned me not to move a millimetre, as if I needed the advice. I have never remained so still in my life. All the way through this nightmare, I kept my bulging eyes transfixed on that razor, praying that she would not make a mistake and castrate me. She was an expert though and left my tackle unscathed. I was now totally hairless apart from on my head. Linda left the room for a few minutes whilst the other girls stood, towering around me, mocking me, saying how pathetic and how inadequate I was. Linda soon returned with some clothes. The girls dressed me up. Giggling, they put me in thigh high schoolgirl stockings first of all and then fitted some frilly white panties about my bulging dick. They proceeded to dress me up as a tart in a flimsy silky dress, which barely covered my ass. They had not finished yet though and continued to dress my face up in makeup. I was fortunate, I suppose, that I was not made to wear a corset or inflatable boobs or something like that. My appearance really got them laughing, and they dragged me out of the bathroom using the leash, still mocking me. I had to walk on hands and feet like a dog and I was sure that the dress did not cover my ass in this position. In the lounge, Loretta was stretched over a weights bench, her wrists tied to the foot of the bench. Her whole beautiful body was taut, her fantastic breasts rising proudly upwards. One of the guys was holding some crocodile clips. They had obviously been torturing her tits. She was groaning in ecstasy despite the pain that she must have been through. Hank was more than pleased by the appearance of another girl slave (me) and soon the rest of the guys were surrounding me. I was thrown over a stool and Bruce was soon behind me pumping away into my unwilling anus. There was no way I could resist. If I had thought that the dildo rape was bad, this make it look like a day in the park. Bruce was huge, not much smaller than the dildo, but it was warm and moist and horrible in a way that the dildo had not been. I cried out in humiliation, begging him not to do this. But there was no mercy. To shut me up, Dave shoved his cock into my mouth and ordered me to start sucking. I was an obedient slave for him, and so there I was; being raped by men at each end. Finally, Bruce came with a huge shuddering gasp and I felt his sperm being blasted into my rectum. It was horrible, and I almost threw up - I certainly struggled not to gag on Dave's dick. Bruce pulled out and wiped his messy foreskin on my buttocks. Hank took his place. He was even bigger and it hurt incredibly when he shoved his dick forcefully into my rear and started to pump. Dave came now. He did not make me swallow it though, instead coming over my face and lips. It shot up my nostrils and covered my eyelid, gluing it down. All around me I could smell sperm. I started to plead with Hank, calling him Master, and apologising over and over again, promising that I would never even dream of touching Loretta again. Instead of heeding my cries, he tossed me off the stood and continued to hump me on the ground, kneeling behind me. Joey knelt in front of me and shut me up by telling me to suck on his dick. Once again I obediently tongued his penis. There I was, being raped at both ends. Loretta was still on the bench, the girls twisting her nipples and causing her to squeal delightfully. Soon Hank came in my anus, filling it with his sticky sperm. I felt it run down out from my sphincter, down my leg and drip on the floor. Hank left his cock inside me for a few seconds longer than needed just to humiliate me even more. Joey continued to use my mouth as a cunt, hardly bothering with my willing tongue, and soon he came too. Huge globs of his cum burst down my throat in several bursts. Gagging, I swallowed them all, like a good little slut. And then came another humiliation, even worse. Instead of retracting his dick, Joey left it there to go limp inside my mouth. I could feel it, hot and sticky, starting to shrivel on my tongue. And then he started to piss -- His urine streamed down my throat. I had to swallow hard to keep it all down and it seemed never-ending. Laughing, he told everyone else what was going on and they gathered round. Cindy picked up the riding crop and started to lash my already raw buttocks mercilessly. The pissing dick stifled all my screams. The piss seemed to take forever but at last Joey stopped and removed his dick. He slapped it across my face a few times to clean the tip up. By now everyone, barring me, had had plenty of fun and was sexually dried up, for a while at least. I began to tremble again, fearing that Hank would now kill me, as he had promised. The thought had occurred to him as well and the other guys were trying to talk him out of it. At last they agreed on something and Cindy and Bruce dragged me into the bathroom again. My arms were roughly dragged behind my back and tied securely around my risks with silken scarves. A thick rope was used to bind my ankles together and a large vibrator was shoved up my ass to keep me uncomfortable. Leaving Loretta tied down to a bed with a vibrator up her cunt and a large, dripping candle burning in her anus I was dragged out of the flat. I was forced into a car and driven through the streets of the city, blindfolded and wearing the clothes of a promiscuous tart. I did not have a clue where we were going or how long we had been driving but suddenly the door was opened and I was tossed outside, into the rainy night air. I blacked-out when I hit the concrete. When I came round again I was still dressed in the frock and the vibrator was still buzzing away in my ass. The frock clung tightly to my skin thanks to the rain. It was a few minutes before I could see properly, and then I wished I couldn't. A large gang of youths was stood around me, one of whom was dangerously fingering a very big knife. And then the nightmare restarted as one of them plunged his huge, black, throbbing cock into my submissive mouth...