Having Faith, Chapter 2 by wetfly6969 ~~~ 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~ wetfly6969@aol.com