Having Faith, Chapter 2

by wetfly6969

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Turning down the old rickety driveway I was shocked by the shear
number of vehicles lining both sides of the path.  Cars, trucks,
vans, motorcycles even an old converted school bus were double or
triple parked as far as you could see.  I had to park under a
palmetto near the road and walk the two hundred yards to the
house.

As I approached I noticed a dozen or so men standing on the porch
in their underwear smoking, drinking and talking.  Music could be
heard in the back ground but it wasn't excessive.  A couple of
the guys waved to me and someone said something that I didn't
really hear.  I just smiled and walked past them.

The door was open and even before stepping one foot into the
house, I saw how packed the room was.  It was worse than trying
to get a beer at a rave.  Sliding past the two men practically
wedged inside the door, I found myself crushed from mass of
bodies stuffed in the room.  Most were butt naked but a few had
on boxers or briefs.  I noticed some had on a shirt and no one
except for me had on pants.  The deafening sounds of
conversations only registered as loud murmurings from the doorway
and I was tempted to just turn around a leave.  Most of the guys
I'd seen on the site, but several I'd never seen before.  There
must have been a hundred or more guys there and that just the
ones I could see.

I turned around.  I'd seen enough and didn't want to participate
in what they were doing anyway.  The doorway was blocked by the
two large gentlemen and neither would move aside for me to leave.

"Jack!" I heard my name over the crowd.  Turning I saw Mr. Dalton
squeezing his way through the tightly packed mob, pushing a few
of the guys aside as he approached.  "I'm glad you made it!" he
said once he got within arm's length.  "Come and get
comfortable."

I looked around at all the nakedness around me and figured that's
what he meant.  Before I could say anything he was pulling me by
the sleeve toward the kitchen.  It wasn't so noisy and had only
seven men in there refilling their cups from one of four kegs. 
Along one wall was enough shoes to put Pay-less out of business
and another wall was lined with shelves sectioned out into 8X8
cubes which were filled with clothing.

"Mr. Dalton I can't stay long, I just wanted to drop off her
present," I started to say hoping he wouldn't say anything about
it.  "I've got this stomach virus that's making me nauseous."

"It's just your nerves.  Everyone goes through it on their first
time.  Get undressed, find some place to put them and come and
join the party," he said patting my shoulder.  I stared at his
smiling face for a few seconds.

"I'm uh, not really sure I can do anything, with, er, all these
people watching."

He laughed.  "Don't worry, Jack, once you get into it, you'll be
fine.  Here, this will help," he said walking to the kitchen
table.  There were several small bottles of what I later learned
were "popper", a dish of white pills he informed me was ecstasy
and a gallon fish bowl half filled with blue pills.  He motioned
for me to come closer.

Hesitantly I approached.  "I see a bright future for you with our
company, Jack.  I like that you're a company man and you're
willing to take one for the team."  My eyes focused on the
aquarium as flash backs of last week filled my thoughts.  "The
damn thing was filled to the top this morning," he smiled
reaching in to grab a few before dropping one into his mouth.  I
watched as he chewed it before washing it down with his beer. 
"My third one today," he added reaching down to stroke his
erection.  "Here," he added extending his hand holding two of
them out for me.

"I don't know, sir, I'm not sure I should take that."

"It will help you stay hard and believe me, you'll need it with
that little nympho."

One of the men in the room approached, reached around him to grab
a Viagra and swallowed it on his way out.  Two others came over
and did the same except one also took a white pill.

The door opened and a sweaty man rushed in panting.  "Fuck me
that's hot!" he yelled out refilling a plastic cup.  Dalton was
still holding out his hand waiting for me to take the pills when
the sweaty guy went behind him and took out a few of the blue
pills.  "I'd better stock up for later," he said gulping one
down.

"Don't worry about running out, man," Mr. Dalton informed him. 
"He buys in bulk from a Mexican pharmacy and has a shit-load of
them.  The noise from the other room burst into the kitchen as
three other men entered for more beer.  It wasn't even noon and
these guys were putting away the beer as if it was coffee.

"Take them," Mr. Dalton said, no longer smiling.  It wasn't a
suggestion.  Slowly I reached for them and dropped them onto my
tongue tasting the bitterness.  He handed me his cup and I gulped
them down.  "This too," he added reaching for a white pill.  The
look on his face told me he wouldn't take no for an answer.  "A
few of the guys have coke if you like that shit.  I personally
don't but you're more than welcome to use it."

"No, that's okay, I'm with you.  Only the light-weight stuff."

"You'll enjoy this then," he said unscrewing the cap from one of
the bottles before covering on nostril and inhaling deeply.  He
repeated the act with the other side before handing it to me.  I
looked at the bright yellow and red bottle, reading the bold
writing.  `Video Head Cleaner'.

"What's this?"

"It's called poppers.  Really get you in the mood, if you know
what I mean," he said stroking his bloated cock right in front of
me.

"Is it safe?"

"Completely.  I've been doing it for years and it really enhances
the sexual experience.  Try it."  Tentatively I brought it to my
nose and sniffed it.  It was strong, almost like sweaty gym
socks.  "Not like that, cover you nose like I did," he informed
me.  Not wanting to make a scene, I did what he wanted. 
Immediately I experienced a warm sensation throughout my body and
felt dizzy.

"Whoa," I mumbled stepping backward to keep my balance.

"Great shit, huh?  Do another hit," he suggested.  Without
thinking, I did it again.  "Strip and get a beer, we got a whore
to fuck," he said refilling the cup he was holding and getting a
fresh one for me.  I undressed, putting my clothes on the top of
the cabinet and took the beer he was holding.  Taking a big
drink, I watched as a couple of other guys came in for a refill
and reached in the Viagra bowl before leaving.

"Where's your number?" Dalton asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Your number," he repeated turning his left arm to show me the
side of it.  It read 42.

"I didn't know anything about a number.  What's it for?"

"To keep count.  You should have gotten it when you came in. 
There's a table by the front door."

"I didn't see it."

"Let's get it so we can join the group," he added turning to
leave.  I followed him chugging the last of my beer as we walked.
 I'll need it for my nerves.  The room was still noisy and packed
as we meandered our way through the crowd.  I bumped into
someone, yelling sorry as he turned around.  I gritted my teeth
when I saw it was Monroe.  He was drunk and wanted to hug me but
I had no desire to touch a naked, sweaty, drunk man with a
hard-on.  I excused myself and went around him.

Two men were ahead of me in line as we waited for my number.  As
the first guy walked away I noticed his number was 116.  My eyes
widened.  Hopefully the numbers are random and not consecutive. 
The guy after him was 117 and I stepped forward to receive number
118.  Holding it, I shook it at my boss.

"You're not serious are you?  118?"

"You don't go in order so don't worry about that.  You just get
in line and have a go when you can."

"That's not what I'm talking about!  118 men are here to have sex
with her?!?"

"Yea, what's the problem?"

"Don't you think that too many?"

"Naw, not for her.  She's a little whore who can't get enough
cock.  Just ask Carl, he'll tell you."  I had a suspicion that's
exactly what he'd say.  "Come on, we're missing the show."

Fighting our way to the front, I got so see Faith for the first
time in a week.  She was a mess.  Kneeling on a plastic-covered
mattress, she was coated from the head down in cum.  Holding a
kidney-shaped bedpan under her neck, three men were jerking off
and shooting their cum onto her face and hair.  The juices ran
down her cheeks and chin before draining into the container. 
Carl and two other men had video cameras and another man was
taking stills.

As they backed away, three others replaced them, adding their
slime to the mix just as a fourth man stepped forward, grunting
as he wildly jerked his cock, shooting the first wad over her
head onto one of the other mens arm.  The guys around cheered at
the feat as the strength diminished to a drool.  As they moved
aside, others took their position, readying themselves to cum.

"They been at this since ten," Mr. Dalton informed me.  I checked
my watch.  It was a little past noon.  "I've already dropped two
loads on her," he added massaging his cock.

"You've been here since ten o'clock?"

"Hell no, I got here at seven-thirty.  I've fucked her once and
came on that pretty little face of hers twice."

"Seven-thirty?  What time did the party start?"

"Her birthday started at midnight and so did the party.  Some of
these fuckers have been here all night!"

"Twelve hours already!  Damn, they can't fuck her for that long
without a break!"

"They don't need a break.  Hell everyone's pumped up with Viagra
and ecstasy so they can fuck for hours and there's enough cock
here for some to rest while others are fucking her."

"I was talking about Faith.  I'm sure she needs a break."

"Naw the little slut is like the Energizer Bunny, just keeps
going and going.  Besides, she's got another twelve hours to go
to."

"What do you mean?"

"Her party is from midnight to midnight.  Her entire birthday."

"Get the bucket!" Someone from the crowd yelled turning my
attention back to the action.  I watched as a plastic bucket was
passed forward, passing within one person of me and my eyes
widened when I noticed it was about a third of the way filled
with a milky substance.  One of the men took the pan from her and
poured the accumulated goo into the bucket.  A woman suddenly
appeared from no where with an icing spatula and began scraping
the cum caked on the girl's face into the bucket.

I watched in amazement as she managed to squeegee about a half of
cup from her neck and face into the bucket before quickly
disappearing into the mass of bodies.  Three more men step to the
front, jerking their cocks hard as they began in concert to shoot
more cum onto Faith.  I watched until the first slug-sized wad
slithered downward into the bedpan.

"Who was that?" I shouted into Mr. Dalton's ear.  He turned to me
with a smile.

"Her mother!" he yelled back.  He chuckled at my reaction.  If
the story is true, that's also Carl's sister.  "She comes by two
or three times a year to see her!"  Turning back to the girl I
was able to see just as the next set of men shot their cum onto
her face.

"Go on, add some of your cum," he added.  It was just a little
too raunchy for me but fortunately, there was an alternative. 
Dalton nudged me in the side with his elbow and jerked his head
to the side.  I turned to see where he was looking and saw two
men gathered around the cum bucket masturbating into it.  I
wrinkled my nose as one finished and another man stepped to it,
his hand just a blur over his cock.

"What's going on?"

"Lunch."

"LUNCH!?!?!"  I certainly hope he doesn't expect me to swallow
any of that shit!  That's where I draw the line!  "What do you
mean `lunch'?"

He laughed.  "Not *our* lunch, *her* lunch," he said still
chuckling.  I glanced over to the bucket to see another man
squirting his juice into it and then quickly returned my
attention to Faith as three new men stepped forward to add their
cum to her face.

"That's a lot of cum."

He nodded before sliding over toward the bucket.  "Come on, shot
a load in here," he said stroking his cock.  I swallowed hard. 
My cock was so hard it was making a tent in the front of my
underwear but I wasn't sure if I should. I wanted relief, but not
like this.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.  I should already
be on my way home!

Mr. Dalton had his head thrown backward staring at the ceiling as
his hand flew back and forth across his cock.  A loud collective
groan from the mob turned my attention briefly to the girl just
in time to see the sole man in front of her literally pissing his
cum onto her face.  I'd never seen anyone shoot that much sperm
at one time.  Two others flanked him as he slowly stepped away
from her.

I looked at Dalton to see he was no longer alone as a second man
was across from him aggressively jerking off, wiping his forehead
with his free hand.  "Go on," a low voice from behind me called
out with a strong shove.  Turning I saw Clarke towering over me
with a stoic expression.  "Don't make waves!" he added pushing me
again.  I stepped forward when I felt what I thought was a gun
poking into my back.  I turned around ready to flay into him
about having a gun when I saw it wasn't what I thought it was. 
His cock was fucking huge and sagged in the middle by the weight
of it.  Even so it stretched out at least a foot, maybe more and
was bigger around than my wrist.

The second man at the bucket came and moved aside.  I got closer,
watching as Dalton's hand massaged just the head in his desperate
attempt to come once again.  Pulling the front of my underwear
down, I began to slowly stroke my cock, willing myself to be any
place else but here.

Quick movement next to me caused me to jump as Mike rushed toward
the bucket, nearly knocking me over.  Seconds later strong jets
of cum shot from his cock, striking the inner lip of the bucket
just below Mr. Dalton's cock.  This seemed to set him off as Mr.
Dalton began shooting his ropey slime into the bucket while Mike
was still cumming.  Mike moved aside, patting my shoulder with
the hand he was just jerking off with.  I stepped aside not
wanting him to touch me.

Returning to the bucket, I looked at the puddle of goo, noticing
the fresh cum from Mike and Mr. Dalton was floating on top of the
murky glop.  I resumed stroking, as he backed away with a smile.
Another man quickly moved to where he was standing, hurriedly
pounding his fist along his cock.

My cock was rock hard, but I couldn't get into it.  Two other men
came and went while I stood before the bucket trying to make
myself cum.  If I did this, maybe I could leave and wouldn't have
to fuck her later.  Something was put under my nose and I backed
away to see what it was.  Mr. Dalton was there with a bottle of
poppers trying to get me to sniff it.  Slowly I relaxed and
allowed him to hold it under my nose as I masturbated.

After about thirty seconds my head was spinning and my heart was
pounding so hard in my chest I thought it was about to explode. 
My stomach felt queasy and I felt oddly relaxed throughout my
body.  Earlier when I tried poppers I only sniffed it for a few
seconds and didn't inhale deeply.  This time I had no choice but
to breathe it as he was holding the bottle right under my nose
for about two minutes.

Then my cock exploded.  It was unlike anything I'd ever felt
before.  Never in my life had I cum that hard or that much.  It
felt as if the sperm was just draining from my body and my cock
was twitching as if it had a life of its own.  I hadn't cum since
I last fucked Faith and it seemed like I shot a whole week of cum
into the bucket.  A couple of guys actually cheered when I
finished.

Sweating and weak in the knees, I staggered away gasping for
fresh air.  I didn't fully understand what just happened.  Was it
the poppers, the ecstasy, the Viagra, the beer, the second hand
smoke from all the pot around or something else?  Mr. Dalton
stood next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Great job, Jack," he yelling into my ear handing me another
beer.  "Drink up; it'll be a long day."  Standing this close to a
naked man with his arm over my shoulder made me feel
uncomfortable but I didn't object.  He was my boss after all. 
Pulling me back to the circle surrounding Faith, we muscled our
way to the front to better see what was going on.  Her mother was
just scraping more cum from her face before holding a water
bottle to her lips to drink.

"Want to cum on her face?" he asked with a wink.  I smiled at him
not sure how to tell him that all I wanted was to leave.  We
stood at the front of the line watching a dozen men rushed up to
her before shooting their cum all over her face which dripped
into the bedpan.  It was emptied once more before Carl turned the
music down and announced it was time for `the show'.  A small
coffee table was placed in front of her and six ice cream float
glasses were placed in a row.

The bucket of cum was brought over and her mother/aunt slowly
began to pour the goop into the tall, funnel-shaped glasses. 
Each twelve-ounce glass was filled to the very brim with enough
left over for at least two more glasses.  Faith seemed to be in a
daze staring at the six, cum-fill containers with a worried
expression.  Like me, she probably never saw that much cum at one
time in her life and the fact she'll be required to swallow it
all, had her obviously alarmed.

"I missed feeding her breakfast," Dalton leaned in closer to
inform me.  "She ate at seven, but I was one of the first ones to
fuck her afterward."

"What did she eat?"

"Same shit she's eating now, just not as much.  I'd like to see
how she'll get all that shit down.  She'll look like she's
fuckin' pregnant with all that cum in her stomach," he joked
turning to watch as she picked up the first glass.  Leaning over
the short table, her mother shoved a large straw into the glass
with a smile.  Gulping hard, Faith wrapped her lips around it and
sucked, drawing in a mouthful of slime.  Tilting her head
backward, she gargled, causing the sperm to foam and closed her
mouth before turning toward the camera and swallowed.

Seconds later she opened her mouth wide, wiggling her tongue to
show that she swallowed it all.  She did another mouthful and
then another and then another until the first glass was empty. 
The second glass went quicker as she was instructed to just drink
it.  Twenty seconds after she started, the glass was empty and
she was slurping at the bottom.  The third glass she drank
without the straw, draining it in about half the time.

Reaching for the forth glass, she held it under her nose and
sniffed hard, giving a smile to the camera.  Making a strange
face, she let out a long, loud burp which got everyone around
laughing.  The straw was returned and she once again made a big
show of gargling and slowly sipping the cum.  Glass number five
took her a while to get down and several times I knew she'd hurl.
 Four-twelve ounce glasses of cum is three pounds and for someone
her size, that's a lot.  Hell, it's a lot for anyone to swallow.

"Ho~ly shit!" someone next to me cried out as she struggled to
get the rest of the fifth glass down.  "She's actually drinking
that shit!?!" he added.  I turned to see the slightly older man
wearing bagging boxers standing shoulder to shoulder with me and
the guy on the other side of him.  His arm band read `134' and I
groaned.  This is getting ridicules!  A loud cheer returned my
attention to Faith.

She had just finished glass number five and was using her index
finger to scoop out whatever she could reach before licking it
off, smacking her lips with a smile as she did.  Dalton was on my
left and was steadily hitting my left arm.  Looking sideways, I
noticed that he was holding the bucket trying to get me to take
it.

"What's that for?"

"Cum again.  You've got a lot of catching up to do," he told me
pushing it against my hand.  Looking into the bucket, I groaned
looking at the dull, milky liquid covering the bottom.  There was
just enough to coat it and pool about an inch thick when tilted.
My cock had gone soft after I came but was now fully erect and
ready to go.  I just didn't want to jerk off again into a bucket.

A collective cheer returned my attention to the girl as she
struggled to finish the final glass with a pained expression. 
"Go...go...go...go..." the men all chanted, encouraging her to
finish it.  Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth as she
fought to get the last of it down.  I watched as it was upended
and the remnants slowly slithered past her lips.

The crowd cheered as she pulled the glass away, holding it above
her head in victory.  The woman approached me with a cold stare
and pulled the bucket out of my hand.  Watching, she returned to
her daughter, grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her head
backward so hard I thought she would have snapped her neck. 
Faith was looking toward the ceiling as her mother leaned over
her, dropping a large wad of spit into her mouth.

Carl moved closer, aiming his camera right at her.  From my
position, Faith's face filled the screen as her mother raised the
bucket above her face and slowly began to pour the remaining cum
into her mouth from about six inches above.  She wasn't able to
swallow the deluge quickly enough and about half of it overflowed
her mouth and dripped onto the mattress.  The guys continued
cheering and yelling until it was empty.

She looked like a drowned rat as her hair was plastered with cum
and her skin was as glossy as a freshly glazed donut.  With so
many men standing around, it was hard to get a good look at her
but I'd seen enough.  It was time for me to make my get away. 
Before I could make my next move, her mother turned the pail over
and put it on her head like a helmet.  The gang went wild.

Something was said to two men who stepped forward and pulled
Faith up to stand.  Her legs were shaking and her knees buckled,
requiring the men to hold her up.  Unable to see with the pail
blocking her view, she was guided to another part of the room and
lifted onto a modified gynecological table.  The masses followed,
murmuring loudly as the circled her.  Stirrups were positioned
for her feet which kept her legs spread very wide.  Leather
straps secured her ankles.

The table was flat with the bottom and top angled slightly
creating a banana shape.  The top had been cut down causing her
head to hang over the edge allowing her to see the world upside
down.  At the foot of the bed, just below where her butt rested
on the vinyl cushion was a clear trough slanted hard to the
right.  The bucket was pulled from her head and placed under the
table.

Two men stepped forward, on between her legs, the other near her
face.  Both had full-on erections and penetrated her
simultaneously.  The man inside of her pussy held onto the foot
rods for support before slamming hard into her.  On the other
side her throat was being used like an oral vagina as he pumped
in and out of her mouth as if she was a high-priced a porn star.
The crowd was cheering them both on as the fucked her from
opposite ends.

"Incredible, ain't she?" Mr. Dalton asked me grinning like a
fool.  "That little slut can take some cock, eh?"  I smiled back
feeling the surge of people behind me pushing forward for a
better look.  Marijuana was being passed around, someone, I think
Paul, handed me another beer from behind me and Dalton dropped in
another blue pill.  I was starting to feel the effects of the
ecstasy as my head was spinning, I felt warm all over and
everything was getting brighter.  A loud grunt signaled the man
fucking her had finished.  He moved aside and someone else
stepped between her legs within seconds of his departure.

"Go next," my boss suggested pushing me forward.  I looked at the
mob.  Carl was standing near her feet recording the men as they
fucked her and two lines wrapped around the room, one from the
left side of the table and the other on the right.  A single line
was near her head with about twenty guys all peering around each
other to watch.  One of the other cameramen was video taping her
sucking, the third camera was panning the room and recording an
"over view" of the action while the guy with the digital camera
was steadily clicking pictures.

"Uh, I don't think I can, look at that lines," I mumbled hoping
to get out of doing it.

"Nonsense, just step up to bat.  You deserve it!"  I was puzzled
by that comment.  What exactly did I do to `deserve it'?  The man
using her throat to masturbate grunted loudly before mashing his
balls against her nose with one hard thrust.  He bellowed like an
injured animal, throwing his head back, barring his teeth as his
balls drained straight into her stomach.

He pulled away and she fought to keep from vomiting.  Carl was
there to offer her words of encouragement, reminding her that if
she threw up, she'd have to lick up every drop of it.  She
managed to keep it down as the next man stepped forward, pushing
his bloated cock through her lips.

 The man pounding her pussy into minced meat was pushing the
heavy table a few centimeters at a time with each forward thrust.
 He was a well-built stocky guy with bulging muscles and the
strength of a horse.  I was impressed that she could take that
level of abuse and not scream out in agony.  His grunts and roars
could be heard over the noisy group as his orgasm drew near.  He
came and moved aside.

Mr. Dalton gave me a hard nudge, shoving me forward to be next
but someone else quickly filled the void.  The lines moved
closer, bumping into Carl a few times before he reprimanded them.
 "Stop ya'lls damn pushin'!" he shouted, redirecting his camera
to her oozing pussy.  From our angle we couldn't seem much as the
ass of the man fucking her blocked our view.

Not wanting to be out done by the previous guy, he attempted to
destroy her pussy with his cock, falling a little short on the
intensity of his thrusts.  He gave a good attempt and came within
about three minutes.  He was hardly out of the way when the next
one stepped between her legs.  I hadn't paid much attention to
her other end and noticed the man near her head moved away as the
next one pushed his cock into her mouth.

Grabbing my arm, Dalton pulled me toward the table, standing me
in front of the man who was waiting anxiously for his turn. 
"He's going next," he informed the angered man, but the guy
didn't respond.  No one did as he stood beside me as we watched
the man slamming furiously into Faith.  Even if she cried out I
wouldn't have been able to hear her in the noise-filled room.

Two minutes into his brutal assault, the man stiffened as his ass
cheeks squeezed together, pumping another load inside of her
before quickly vacating.  My eyes immediately went between her
legs and my eyebrows arched in surprise.  It had been a week
since I last saw her pussy and it looked totally different.  It
was swollen with dark colored blotches covering the area.  The
once soft-pink inner tissue was an angry red and liquids poured
from her like a sieve.

My cock was artificially engorged and hurt from being so hard. 
Dalton gave me a push, encouraging me to hurry.  "Take no more
than three minutes or Carl will pull you off," he informed me.  I
didn't want to as I felt this was barbaric, but with so many men
watching and shouting out for me to "fuck her" I didn't have much
choice.  Especially with Mr. Dalton pushing on my back.  I
stepped closer, aiming my cock toward her battered hole and
slowly slid into it.

No sounds, no movements and no evidence of resistance came from
her as I began moving my hips, driving my cock into her inner
core.  Inside felt very hot and gooey, like fucking a heated jar
of mayo but I did it anyway.  I had to.  Not for me but to save
face and prove to everyone there that I was a team player.  If I
had refused, there's no telling what the mob would have done to
me.  I didn't want to cum as I didn't agree with what they were
doing, and figured that I'd fake it and move away.  There was so
much cum already inside of her that no one would even notice.

That was my plan anyway, but plans don't always work out like you
want.  My head was spinning and her hot little pussy felt
incredible wrapped around my cock like a snug glove.  Before I
knew it, my cock had a mind of its own and just under the time
allowed, it began jerking hard as it pumped more sperm into her
sodden hole.

Right away I felt like shit. I was just like them, abusing her
for my own pleasure and enjoyment of the others.  Who knows what
Carl's plans are with the video he's making.  I remained still
inside of her for about thirty seconds before I felt a hand on my
shoulder.  "Time's up," the guy growled pulling on my arm.  I
backed away watching as a surge of cum poured from her as if I'd
uncorked a dam.  Her legs were spread wide enough that he was
able to squeeze between them along with me as he struggled to get
close enough to her pussy to shove his cock into her.  I slipped
out of the way, allowing him full access as he sank fully inside
on the first shove.

I felt sick to my stomach and made my way to the kitchen to get
my clothes.  I'd had enough and was ready to leave.  My clothes
weren't where I left them and neither were my shoes.  I looked
high and low through the pile of discarded articles of clothing
only to come up empty.  Silently I cursed.  Some asshole stole my
clothes!  Distracted I didn't hear when Mr. Dalton entered the
room.

"Lose something?" he asked grinning.

"Yes, somebody took my shit!" I blurted out angrily.  "My fucking
clothes are gone!"

"Relax, Jack, you'll get them back later."  I was confused and
stared at him for a while.

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted to make sure you didn't try and run off before you had
a chance to fuck her and had Mike hold them for you."

"I want them back.  I did what you wanted so give them back!"

"Not yet.  I don't want you to miss the next part or the grand
finale.  Once everyone had the chance to fuck her, she'll open
the presents and there's an important scene Carl's been dying to
shoot.  After that, you can leave."

"How long will that take?"

"I'm not sure.  There's about a hundred guys left to fuck her and
at two or three minutes each, it could take a while," he said
grinning.  "Grab another beer and a couple of pills and let's go
watch the show.  It ain't everyday you get to see shit like
this!"

I was speechless.  It was obvious that he didn't care that she
was just a little girl and that we were all raping her like a
piece a meat, pulverizing her immature vagina.  Just because she
didn't complain doesn't mean that she's enjoying it.  A veteran
street whore couldn't take on that many guys at once without
causing some serious damage, let alone a girl age.

"Coming?" he asked breaking my trance.

"I'll catch up with you later.  I just need to rest a little and
unwind.  Go ahead, I'll be there shortly."  My cock was still
hard and I didn't need any more help.

He looked me up and down with suspicion for a while but didn't
say anything until he poured a glass of beer.  "Don't be long,"
he said before pushing through the door to leave.  I sat at the
table holding my face in my hands reflecting on the situation.

How did I get into this mess?  A better question is how do I get
out of it?  I'm neck deep in shit and the tank is still filling
up.  Dalton and Carl know they have me by the balls.  There are
over a hundred witnesses to what I did to her and the videos are
the final nail in my coffin.  Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do
anything to stop what they are doing.  I'd be beaten to a pulp
and then probably disappear just like Jimmy Hoffa.  Even if that
didn't happen, I'd still go to jail right along with all the
others and that would ruin my life.

For the longest time men came and went from the kitchen,
refilling their glasses or getting a pill or two of whatever was
laid out for them.  I don't know how long I sat there but it was
for a long while.  The sounds of laughter, cheers and shouts of
joy from the other room echoed inside my head.  I wanted to leave
but knew that I couldn't, not without my clothes.

"Let's go!" Mr. Dalton shouted into the room from the doorway. 
"It's dinner time!"

I wrinkled my nose with a groan.  I didn't enjoy watching her
chugging the six glasses of cum earlier so I was sure that I
didn't want to watch what they had planned now.  He repeated the
order, making it sound more like a command than a request. 
Slowly I got up, following him to the living room.  The men
didn't complain as we elbowed our way to the front of the line.

Faith was still in the chair but the back had been raised.  Her
body was wet, her eyes droopy and her arms eflopped to the side
as a sign of exhaustion.  Her mother was there refilling the six
glasses right up to the brim.  I'd never seen so much cum in my
life and wondered how much of her "lunch" was still in her
stomach.  It had been six hours since she chugged the last bucket
and I was sure there wasn't much room left in her stomach for
much more.  I was wrong.

Holding the glass under Faith's chin, the woman stuck a large
straw in the first glass, pulling her head closer.  Like a
nursing puppy, Faith began sucking, drawing the slimy goo into
her mouth as if it was a vanilla shake.  Her throat bounced up
and down with each swallow as she cleared her mouth of the oily
emulsions before sucking in another.

I gagged several times just watching as glass after glass was
quickly drained of their contents.  She didn't have any problem
getting them down until halfway through the fifth glass.  She
needed to take several breaks and it took almost two full minutes
to finish it.  The sour look on her face and the repetitive
swallowing to clear her throat said enough.  She wouldn't be able
to swallow any more.

The signs were either missed or ignored as her mother brought the
straw of the sixth glass to her lips.  Slowly she parted them,
taking it into her mouth before softly sucking.  The fluids
hardly reached the top when she retched, turning her head to keep
from throwing up.  Carl warned her of the consequences of losing
her `dinner'.  Belching loudly, she faced her mother, taking the
straw once again into her mouth.

It was a long, painful experience watching as she struggled to
down the last glass.  She took frequent breaks and fought to keep
the mucus from coming back up.  It took at least five minutes
before she was slurping the bottom of the glass for whatever
remnants were available.  I couldn't watch and kept my eyes
focused on other things, one of which was her gaping pussy.  The
damn thing wouldn't fully close, revealing a deep, dark cavern. 
A loud cheer returned my stare to her sperm-covered face.

"Everyone get your presents!" Carl shouted.  "It's time for her
to open them!"

Like an out of control mob let loose in Home Depot during
Hurricane Katrina, the men scrambled around the small house,
searching for or fighting to grab their gifts.   This seemed to
be the highlight of the event and I stood watching the chaos with
amusement.

"Where's your gift?" Mr. Dalton asked holding a large wrapped
package in his hand.

"I left it in the kitchen, I'll get it," I replied taking a quick
look as she began ripping open the first package.  Not
surprising, it was a double headed dildo and the contributor
eagerly snatched it from her hand and moved between her legs.  I
could no longer see what he was doing as the crowd moved closer,
blocking my view.  I didn't need to see to know what he planned
to do with it.

I took a breather in the kitchen, having another drink and
wondering around hoping to get out of watching what they were
doing to her.  On the far counter I noticed a long, rectangular
box and raised the lid to see what was inside.  It was a birthday
cake made in the shape of the State of Florida complete with
highways and interstates criss-crossing the length.  I smiled
thinking that he must have bought it on clearance as who would
order such a monstrous-sized state cake.  Then I looked closer. 
The panhandle was too rounded, the shape too straight and I don't
remember there being a mountain range across the southern tip. 
Upon closer examination, I realized it wasn't a cake of Florida,
it was an erect cock!  That's some cake for a ten-year-old girl
to get!

My present was still where I left it on the bookshelf and I
reached for it, looking at the bright yellow smiley faces
intermixed with balloons wrapping paper.  Smiling, I tucked it
under my arm and rejoined the others, being hit with the loud
ruckus as soon as the door opened.  I wasn't in a hurry as I made
my way to meet Dalton.  As usual he was right in the front,
shouting out orders to the men around the table.  She hadn't
moved in hours and her feet were still in the stirrups with her
legs spread abnormally wide.

I reached Dalton just as the next man to "present" her gift to
her waved it to the crowd.  The black, spear-shaped butt plug had
a base thicker than a can of beer but was effortlessly pushed
into her ass eliciting hardly a sound.  Not that I could have
heard it with all the noise the men were making.  Carl video
taped from less than a foot away as the man twisted and turned
the bulbous device fully inserted into her butt.

"Next!" someone shouted as the over-sized plug was
unceremoniously ripped from her sphincter.  An older, hairy man
with a large beer gut stepped forward pulling a long, slender
vibrator from a black bag.  Switching it to `high' the phallus
was pushed into her over-used hole while he licked her clit.

"Here, use this," someone from behind me called out extending his
hand past me.  His body odor was pretty rank as he passed a
clitoral stimulator to him.

"Next!" was called out two minutes later.

Over the next ninety minutes dildos of every shape and size,
vibrators, gag balls, nipple and clit clamps, wa-wa balls,
speculums, anal beads the size of golf balls, restraints, an `O'
ring gag with the opening big enough to insert a full-sized cock
into without touching the sides, a Hannibal-style hood, a
penis-shaped shot glass filled with fresh cum and a latex
arm-fist were used on her.  There were things I'd never seen
before and had no idea what they were, but they managed to fit
into one or another of her openings for the allowable time.

"Next," Carl called out staring straight at me.

"Go on, give her your present," Mr. Dalton said nudging me.  All
eyes were on me as I slowly approached her with the long, narrow
box.  I was sure they all thought it was some freakish vibrator
or something and I heard a few comments as I tore off the paper
to reveal the Glamor Barbie doll.

"Great idea!" call said yanking the box from my hand.  Everyone
watched as he quickly ripped the package open and managed to free
the doll within a minute.  Holding the doll by the legs he held
it to her.  "Ya'll like ya'll new dolly?" he growled.  With a
smile she nodded her head.  She probably didn't get many of those
growing up.  I watched as he literally ripped the clothes off of
the doll, throwing them aside like trash.  "Here," he said giving
it back to me.

Dumbfounded I stared at him for several uncomfortable seconds,
unsure what he expected.

"What ya'll waitin' for?" he bellowed.  "Use it on `er," he added
pressing the record button.  It took me a few seconds to realize
what he wanted.  The crowd began chanting and everyone was
staring.  Swallowing hard I looked at the blond doll and then at
the dark, swollen crevice that once used to be a child's vagina
and winced.

What exactly came over me and why I did it I will never know.  It
may have been the mob mentality permeating the atmosphere or the
alcohol or the drugs but whatever the reason, I brought the
course- haired doll to her crack and pushed it slightly against
the opening.  The head easily slipped into her, the skinny neck
surrounded by labia and blond hair.  Twisting the doll sideways,
I applied more pressure, watching as the shoulders split her
wider, allowing the pointed breasts and arms to slide inside. 
The waist, hips and thighs soon followed with no sign of
discomfort to her.

The wet, slick hole offered little resistance for the intruder as
it continued to disappear inside.  For a moment I thought the
entire thing would fit, but just below the knees, it hit bottom.
All but about three inches of the eleven-inch doll was inside of
her.  Without moving, I stared down at the doll's feet knowing
that I would regret doing this later, but somehow it felt right.
Holding it by the ankles, I began twisting and turning the doll,
making it rotate around in complete circles.  It seemed like I
had just started when I heard Carl's bellowing voice ringing out.

"NEXT!"

Releasing the doll, I scurried away, leaving it wedged inside of
her from the calves down.  I needed some air but didn't want to
go outside butt naked.  I returned to the one place I felt
somewhat safe, the kitchen for a beer.  Sitting alone for over an
hour I had two more beers to give me courage to confront Dalton.
I wanted my clothes back and I wanted to get the hell out of
there and never look back.  I made up my mind that this would be
my last week to work there.  I'd had enough.

"You're gunna miss the show!" Paul shouted sticking his head
through the door.   "Mr. Dalton said you'd better get your ass
out here!"  Exhaling deeply I got up.  I was in there long enough
and it was time to get this over with as it will be the only way
for me to leave.

I fought my way to the front of the crowd where Mr. Dalton stood
watching.  I made it next to him just as the last guy fucking her
with a purple vibrator was tiring out.  He had been slamming it
into her as if using a sledge hammer and panting like a tired
dog.  Slowly he withdrew it, releasing a glob of slime   wake.

"Ya'll get ya'll cocks ready, first cum first serve!" Carl
shouted out over the blistering noise.

Like a well orchestrated symphony, every man within sight began
masturbating.  They must have done this before as it happened so
quickly.  Even Dalton was jerking off and it was disturbing
standing around so many men playing with themselves like that. 
It wasn't long before the first man stepped between her legs,
pushing his cock into her swampy hole.

Carl moved closer, zooming in on their union.  Quickly moving
aside, another man stepped in to replace him, sinking his
spurting cock into her just as he came.  This one was followed by
another and then another.

"What's going on?" I asked as the fifth man in just over a minute
shoved his cock into her.

"World's largest cream pie," he said with a smile without slowing
his pace.  "You'd better get started if you want to finish
anytime soon.  Drop another load into her and you get your
clothes back."  The man between her legs moved backward, allowing
the next man to step forward.

"Please Mr. Dalton, just let me leave.  I don't want to do this
any more," I replied over the grunt of the man pumping more cum
into her.  He moved aside and was quickly replaced by number
seven.

"This will be the last thing.  Do this and I promise you'll get
your things back."  My eyes returned to the table just as number
eight was pushing his cock into her.

How many loads of cum will it take to fill up a ten-year-olds
pussy?  Shouldn't be more than four or five at the most so why
the over kill?  Number eight roared before stepping backward,
allowing number nine to enter her.

"You'd better get started, the faster you cum, the faster you can
leave," he informed me.  I sighed deeply.  My cock had lost its
firmness but it wouldn't take much to get it back.  I lost count
and managed to get in line somewhere between number twenty-five
and thirty.  I'm not into group sex and sloppy seconds aren't my
thing, so shoving my cock into her reddened, cum-dripping hole
was a turn off, but I did it.  I had to if I wanted to leave.

It felt like hot lava inside and I kept slipping out as my pace
quickened.  I intended to fake an orgasm as with as much cum
already inside, no one would notice.  That's what my plan was,
but that's not what happened.  I had been masturbating for almost
ten minutes and was ready to pop and that's exactly what I did,
contributing more slime into her overflowing girlhood.

Sated, I remained inside of her, relishing in the feel her hot,
wet pussy provided.  That's when I felt the hand on my shoulder.

"I'm cumming," the man desperately babbled.  I backed away just
as the first shot sprang from his cock, streaking across her
stomach.  He managed to get the head in before any more was
"wasted".

"Can I get my shit back now?" I asked Mr. Dalton.  With a smile
his eye drifted down to my cock.  My eyes followed his stared and
my stomach turned as I saw all the cum dripping from my cock. 
"Please."

Turning he made his way through the mass of bodies and I followed
closely behind until we found Paul.  He spoke to him briefly
before heading back toward the table.  Paul was drunk on his ass
and was teetering back and forth with half opened, blood-shot
eyes.

"In the freezer," he slurred, holding onto the wall for support.

"Huh?"

"I put your stuff in the freezer," he repeated before falling to
the ground on his butt with a chuckle.  I rushed into the kitchen
and dressed as quickly as I could.  I had to get out of this
place.

My car was still under the palmetto tree but there were six cars
parked behind it, blocking me in.  The closest one was about two
feet from my bumper and I had less than that to the tree.  I
cursed myself for parking like that and refused to go back
inside.  I wouldn't be able to find out how owned them anyway.  I
decided to wait it out.  The sun was going down and I didn't
think I'd have to wait very long.  I was mistaken.

It was dark and the clock radio read "9:41" by the time I decided
to do something.  I scratched my car on the palmetto and it took
about a dozen times of going back and forth, but I managed to get
out.  No one left during the time I waited outside, but I didn't
really care.  I was free and wanted to get out as quickly as
possible.

I slept most of the next day and did as little as possible.  I
couldn't believe that I took part in what happened and swore it
would never happen again.  I regretted going to work Monday
morning and went in almost an hour late.  The talk around the
site was the part and I found out by overhearing conversations
that it didn't end at midnight as Mr. Dalton claimed, and went on
well into Sunday with most of the guys spending the night.  I
couldn't imagine the condition Faith was in once everyone finally
left.  There was talk of a "few" guys going over after work for a
rematch.  I was invited but declined, citing prior engagements.

Tuesday Carl was fluttering around a new guy and ended up
inviting him over for a few beers after work.  I said nothing as
they left together with the new guy following closely behind.  He
would have to learn the hard way about what happens there.

Wednesday I quit.  I couldn't take it anymore, especially when
Carl brought Faith to work with him and they had her sprawled out
in an unfinished room on the second floor getting fucked by
anyone who wanted her.  Not surprising, most did but they had to
fuck in shifts to prevent delays in our schedule.  Mr. Dalton
insisted that I take a "fuck break" to keep my mind on my work
and I declined.  He made it an order and I walked out, not
looking back.  I won't be controlled that way.

I returned on Friday for my check and was disappointed.  Not only
did he screw me on my hours, he took out the hundred dollars he'd
given me.  I questioned it and he insisted that it was a loan.  I
didn't fight him and left, chalking it up to a lesson learned.

I got a job working in the accounting department of a major
retailer and began to piece my life back together.  It took over
a year before I stopped thinking about what happened and a few
months later, I hardly thought of her at all.  That is until I
stopped at a truck stop for gas.   Ten cents per gallon cheaper
was worth the drive to the interstate, especially since I'm now
driving a gas-guzzling SUV.

Topping off the tank, I heard someone behind me and turned to see
a young girl struggling to hold a toddler on her left hip.  It
had been a year and a half, but I recognized her the instant I
saw her.

"Can ya'll help me?" she asked with a toothy grin.  "My baby's
hungry and I gotta buy some diapers."

All the guilt I had experienced in the past concerning her came
rushing back.  "Here," I said handing her two fives."  She looked
at them disappointingly.

"I usually charge a hundred, but ya'll can fuck me for eighty,"
she informed me still smiling.  That took me for a loop.  I had
to be sure it was her.

"You're name's Faith, right?" I asked.  She looked up at me,
drawing a blank stare.  "You probably don't remember me, but I
worked with your father a while ago."  She still didn't know who
I was.  Knowing Carl, I scanned the parking lot and found his old
beat up pick up truck backed into a stall near the building. He
was pimping her out now.  "Is that your baby?"  She nodded,
shifting the kid to the other hip.

"She's almost a year old," she informed me.  The dirty child had
on a sagging diaper and a filthy pink shirt with `Daddy's Girl'
printed on it.  Faith was wearing a halter top with two large wet
spots around each nipple and a pair of tight blue jean shorts
with the pockets sticking out down the legs.  She finally had
tits now but still had some baby fat.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"What ya'll talkin' `bout?"

"Selling your body.  Why don't you come with me and I'll take you
some place safe."  I had to try and get her away from Carl.  I
owed that to her.  He'd ruin her for sure if she stayed any
longer and now with a baby...  I can just imagine the hell her
life must be like and it will only get worse.

"I need the money, so I'll let ya'll fuck me for sixty," she said
completely ignoring my last statement.  "Ya'll don't gotta wear
no rubber neither, if ya'll don't wanna," she added still
smiling.

"Faith, I want to help you.  Will you let me?"

"Ya'll best be helpin' me if ya'll gemme some money."

"If I did that, you'd give it all to your father."

"Yea, `course, he gotta pay all our bills and with a bun in the
oven, we need the money bad," she said rubbing her belly.  I
looked down at her stomach.  The gut I thought was baby fat is
actually another pregnancy?!?

"Faith, you're not even twelve-years-old yet, how can you be
pregnant again?" I asked rhetorically.  She smiled.

"By fuckin'," she replied with a wide grin.

"Look, Honey, I'm going in to pay for my gas.  Wait here until I
get back and when I start my engine, get in the back and I'll
take you far away from this place.  You deserve it."  She looked
at me with a confused expression on her face.  "I'll be right
back, wait for me, okay?"

"Wait," she called out as I headed for the store.  "Ya'll can
fuck me for fifty!"  I ignored her offer and kept walking,
glancing toward Carl's truck as I passed.  He was in the front
seat holding a camera to his left eye.

"Fucking pervert!"  I muttered.  By the time I returned, Faith
wasn't where I left her and I searched the lot with my eyes to
find her.  I found her on the side of the building near a
Peterbilt talking to some fat-ass bastard with a huge gut.  She
was still holding the baby as he helped her up into his truck.

I shook my head.  What else should I have expected?  This is the
only life she's ever known.  The sad part is now she has
responsibilities for her daughter and with Carl, it won't be long
before he's doing the same thing to her, if he's not already.

The rig remained parked and running while I watched for a few
minutes from the driver's side of my SUV.  I wanted to get her,
rescue her from the life she's destined for and tell her
everything will be okay.  But I just got in Suburban and I drove
away, watching in the rear-view mirror until she was out of
sight.

~the end~

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